Elizabeth slid her key into the front door, pausing to turn and kiss Dwayne as she did. The silent bike rested on the empty drive, parked discreetly, as the wind moved around them. She stumbled a little as the door clicked open, caving under their combined weight but she was supported by Dwayne's strong arms. Of course he wouldn't let her fall. Even through the brief surprise, she knew she was safe in his arms.

She giggled a little against his mouth, unable to help herself. She saw him smile before squeezed her waist and glanced into the dark, empty hallway behind her.

She took the chance to study him, the hard line of his jaw, the little smirk of his smile…he was unimaginably perfect. She bit her lip, moving her eyes down his body, close though they were.

It shouldn't be possible...it couldn't be possible, she thought to herself. The need, the almost painful longing she felt for the man before her was so utterly foreign, so new and exciting…so impossible. But here she was...

They hadn't smoked, they hadn't had a drop of alcohol all night but she felt drunk all the same.

Utterly, completely drunk. Drunk with love, drunk with lust.

She'd never done this before, she didn't feel like herself but at the same time…at the same time she felt perfectly comfortable. Perfectly at ease.

"You OK?" he asked and she saw that he was watching her closely.

She nodded quickly, a little blush decorating her cheeks, "perfect..."

"Perfect?"

"Perfect!" she reaffirmed again through a wide smile and, as they paused, stood alone in the dark and empty room, he kissed her once more.

It was a serious, hard kiss and he looked down at her, forehead pressed to hers, "you're sure?"

She nodded almost imperceptibly. She had never been surer, never been more certain of anything. He smiled again but it was a sincere, deep almost relieved smile. It was fleeting, but for the briefest of seconds it was like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Catching the look, even though it was brief, she asked, "…you?"

He kissed her again and she smiled as she leaned into it.

His kiss said it all.

He broke away to close the door, plunging them into darkness as he locked it with a familiar ease she didn't catch. She placed her keys in the bowl, as usual, and they laid there solitary and alone, just as she had wanted, just as she had known they would.

The house was theirs.

Having separated to complete their mundane tasks, Elizabeth paused, unsure. It wasn't like the movies. The feeling was there, it was undeniable but she didn't know what came next, she didn't know how to get to the next stage. They weren't frantically tugging each other's clothes off in the doorway, there was no passionate swiping of potted plants and books off the bureau as they pressed against it, and there was no music or candles…

The keys were in their rightful place, the door was shut. That didn't happen in the movies.

"Um…do you want a drink?" she offered Dwayne, nervously, peering at him through the darkness, "water? I could make tea?..."

"I want you…" he told her sincerely, his deep voice seeming to ignite the fire once more, "do you trust me, Elizabeth?"

It was dark in the house, not a single light was on and now that they weren't stood close together it was hard to make out his face. It was as if he blended in with the darkness, as if he was absorbed by it, covered and immersed…but his words, his tone…there was nothing hidden there.

Trust him? She did. With all her heart.

"Yes"

She trusted him with everything. With her heart, her body. It was as clear as day to her.

He stepped forward and took her hand in a soft grip and led her up the stairs, finding his way in the dark with his usual, graceful ease.

"My room is…"she began as they reached the landing but she trailed off as he stopped. She couldn't see his face at all, he was just a dark silhouette in the already darkened house, "…Dwayne?"

She could feel him, she could feel the way he was looking at her. It was so palpable, so intense, so powerful. Her gasp of surprise was lost as his mouth met hers, his kiss as powerful as she knew his look had been. His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close to him. She ran her hands up into his neck and hair, not even realizing that he was walking, leading her away.

She was so lost in him.

She blinked when he paused and she saw they were at the bottom of her stairs. She took a breath, still pressed against him. He ran his hands up her hips, her waist and over her breasts with the softest touch and her eyes fluttered at the sensation.

Her first time.

Was she really going to do this?

His hands found hers and he carefully led her up the stairs. Not needing to think twice, she let him.

She was going to do it. She wanted to..she needed to.

Dwayne stopped to kiss her tenderly at the top of her private little staircase and she lightly gripped his leather jacket. Her curtains were still wide open letting the clear moonlight stream into the room. He was dimly illuminated and his perfection, now almost clear after being enveloped in the blackness of the house, once again took her breath away.

Nervously but wanting, needing to see more of him, she moved close once more, pulling him into yet another soft kiss as she pushed at his jacket. He allowed it to fall to the floor, it dropped heavily, forgotten, as she slipped off one of her sneakers. The second sneaker followed and their kiss broke for a moment as he removed his shirt in one fluid movement.

Holy….she really couldn't have imagined a more flawless man. She shyly ran her hand down the length of his torso, softly touching the solid muscle, exploring the firm skin, shyly brushing past the hardened nipples. It was if he had been carved, made, created…

He was watching her intently, she realized, and she let her hand fall slowly to his waist, resting on the top of his trousers.

"I…" she whispered, nervously biting her swollen lips, her words falling into nothingness.

She wanted to tell him that he was her first; that she was nervous, excited. She wanted to tell him how desperately she wanted him, how she needed him but...God, how could it be happening. This wasn't real life, he couldn't possibly be-

"-Elizabeth" Dwayne said lowly, comfortingly before taking his strong hand and gently maneuvering her chin, making her face him, "I'm yours"

He kissed her softly and she knew her underwear was almost soaked through.

"Trust me"

He kissed her again with a deep passion and she knew without question that they belonged together. She knew it was wild, she knew it was cliché but God, she knew it was true.

She moaned in soft, tentative contentment as he began kissing her neck. He slowly moved her towards the bed and, as before, she was happy to let him lead her. She felt him kick of his shoes, heard them dully thud beside hers on the floor. As the back of her knees hit her bed, she allowed herself to fall backwards onto the soft mattress and, releasing her, he quickly followed. As his lower body rested against hers, he continued to plant painfully soft and tender kisses down the length of her neck. She could feel his hardness against her and she moved a hand to shyly brush against it. As he sucked gently on a tender area of her neck, she bit her lip at the feeling. He continued to brush kisses down the her collar bone, lifting his hips a little as he did.

He moved away slightly and she shifted, allowing a small space to form between her body and the mattress. His hand gently rubbed the smooth skin of her back before lowering the zip of her dress. As she laid back on the mattress, Elizabeth allowed her arms to free themselves from the sleeves and felt the material pool around her middle, the skirt pushed up past her hips. His mouth met her neck once more and she moaned softly, almost silently as his body pressed into hers.

He was so masculine, so strong, so..so..big…she felt like he could cover her, she felt so completely surrounded by him, like she could drown in him.

Unconsciously, Elizabeth bucked against him and he groaned into her neck, nibbling the skin a little. He raised his head, planting more kisses against her cheek bone, cheek and finally her reddened lips. Breathing deeply and staring into each other's eyes, she smiled nervously. She wanted him. Understanding her unspoken words, he kissed her deeply before pulling away, tugging at his trousers. As he worked to remove them, she shuffled out of her dress, kicking the white material to the floor. As she looked from the dress, she froze, eyes meeting Dwayne's body…

She looked up at him, his solid, naked body dimly visible in the dull light. She took in every inch of him, feeling her wetness, her need, as she did.

He was huge.

She took a shaky breath and he slowly climbed on the bed once more. Lips meeting hers softly, he whispered her name as he gently pushed her body down and onto the soft blankets with his own. She could feel him against her now, his hot hardness pushing against the wet material of her underwear.

Gently, softly, he unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. Before she could even feel the beginnings of shyness, of self-consciousness he began running his thumb over the hardened, pink nubs. He shook his head in wonder, "you're perfect…" he murmured, almost reverently, lowering his head to kiss them. She inhaled deeply, eyes closing as his warm mouth nibbled and sucked her nipple, his free hand massaging the other.

She moved against him again, instinctively moving her hips. She felt the length of him rub against her.

As his lips left her chest, she moaned in disappointment. She could feel him press harder against her and she took a shuddering breath once more. As she did on the roller coaster, not even hours before, she could feel a familiar pressure starting to build. She ran her hand across his back, through his hair and he groaned throatily as he pushed against her, harder still.

Dwayne moved and Elizabeth moaned against his lips in complaint as she felt his hardness leave. He felt so amazing, she missed his closeness immediately. He hooked his fingers under the material of her underwear before tugging gently. Lifting her hips, allowing him to remove them, Elizabeth smiled softly, nervously as she felt the wet material brush against her feet. She flicked her underwear to the floor, where they fell among the mass of clothes.

As he pressed his body against hers once more, Elizabeth, breathing heavily and wet with desire, stared into his eyes. She could feel him, all of him. Kissing her softly, reassuringly, Dwayne moved his hand to clasp hers. He moved it slightly, so it rested close to her head. She could feel him almost pulsating against her. His free hand brushed against her cheek, her lip.

"Dwayne…" she whispered, lifting her neck slightly to kiss him. She tenderly caressed his free hand with her own before entwining her fingers with his.

She needed him. All of him.

She closed her eyes in longing, anticipation as she felt him move to her entrance.

"Tell me you're mine…" he said in a hoarse whisper, his lips pressed against hers and she moaned as she understood, as more warmth flooded her.

She nodded against his lips, "I'm yours".

"Forever?"

"I'm yours, Dwayne" she repeated, meaning it fully.

Mind, body and soul.

As she felt him slowly, carefully push inside, her gasp of pain was lost in his deep kiss.