A/N: This chapter is a pure, gratuitous fun of the fresh citrus variety. I just had this little thought running around in my head and decided to share it. Of course this scene is not in chronological order of the story events at present. This interaction would have taken place at an earlier time, like the night after their first encounter at the hotel, before everything started going to hell for them. So this is kind of a one off thing to add a little levity between heavy chapters. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy...

"Let's play a game," Melina suggested, sitting down on the bed in front of Dabi.

"What kind of game?" he asked, taking the glass of wine she offered to him.

"An alphabet game. We have to say the first word that comes to mind and starts with our assigned letter of the alphabet," she explained, sipping from her glass. "From A to Z. I'll start. A...ass."

"Yes, indeed," he said, slipping his hand between her butt and bed. "I do love yours."

"I know you do," she laughed, kissing him on the tip of his nose. "Your turn. B...go."

"Bitch. You're my favorite bitch." He laughed when she almost choked on her wine.

"That's romantic. A is also for asshole," she reminded him, referring to her often used, well deserved, and less than flattering nickname for him. "Back to B. B is also for boobs."

"Boobs? Are you a twelve year old boy? What the hell," he chuckled, drinking his wine.

"Breasts?" she ventured, swirling the wine in her glass.

"That's better. C is for cunt," he announced boldly.

"Why yes it is!" she exclaimed, giggling like a shy school girl while her cheeks reddened. "I hate that word so much. Pussy isn't much better. Vagina is what it is, way too clinical."

"Are we just going after any random letter? I'm getting lost here. D?"

"Dick?"

"Good one. Give me your hand," Dabi ordered her.

Melina took his wine glass from him, setting it and hers on the beside table. She extended her hand to him, palm up. Her eyes followed his movements as he turned her hand over then placed it on top of the bulge growing under the covers between his legs.

"Oh!" she gasped, allowing him to rub her hand over his hard member. She assumed his show of excitement meant he liked the game. "I've got the next letter. E for erection."

"F is for -," he prompted, waiting for her to jump on board with where he was going. Their eyes met, and she smiled. He knew she got it. Together they proclaimed,"Fuck!"

"You're so damn good at being bad," he told her. "So G is for good."

"H...heart." She placed her free hand on his chest over his heart.

"I is for illusion," he offered, letting go of her hand that was stroking him through the sheet and blanket.

"You think all of this is an illusion?" she inquired, furrows appearing over the top of her nose as her eyebrows drew together.

"Isn't it?"

"J is for jerk," she muttered, lifting her hand from his chest.

However, she did understand his point. Staying together for a long term relationship just didn't seem possible.

Dabi held her by the shoulders, leaning forward to kiss her squarely on the lips. Then he kissed her forehead, each cheek, her chin, and her lips again.

"K is definitely for kiss," he murmured.

Melina traced his lips with her forefinger.

"Lips...L."

Dabi pulled her toward him licking across her bare nipple to give her another L-word.

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned in his ear. "My god."

"Close enough," he said, only temporarily lifting his mouth from her breast.

"Mouth," she mumbled when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, teasing her with gentle nips. "Nipple. Nibble?"

Dabi reluctantly released her nipple after she sighed his name in a way that made him think he might accidentally make a mess on her sheets.

"Orgasm," he whispered in her ear.

"Please," she requested. Whether intentional or incidental, she covered the next letter.

"Queen," he murmured, gently pushing her down to her back on the bed.

"Ready." She opened her legs permitting him to position himself between them.

"Submissive."

Usually being submissive wasn't her thing but in this case she was happy to give up control to him and allow him to dominate her. His tongue lapped at her collar bone then blazed a wet, hot trail up her neck to her earlobe.

"Tongue," she sighed, taking his hardness into her hand to guide him inside of her as he lowered his body.

"Unbelievable," he exhaled as he sank into her well lubricated, welcoming womanhood.

"V is obvious isn't it?" she asked with a hint of a giggle as he moved inside of her.

"Oh, yeah." The wine made him feel a little dizzy, inducing a pleasant detachment from reality as he gave himself over to the illusion of love and the joy of her body.

"Ready to stop?" she asked him.

"Are you kidding me?" he inquired, his hips moving fast as he pushed in and out of her with abandon. He couldn't stop if he wanted to - and he definitely didn't want to.

"The game, silly. Not this," she said, grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling him into her forcefully. She opened her mouth and emitted a yelp from the sharp, hard thrust that elicited the tiniest bit of pain followed by a large amount of pleasure.

"Y is for yelp," he offered, chuckling lightly.

"Stop with the game already!" she ordered him, sinking her fingernails into his ass. "Fuck me."

"Hey, you're supposed to be the submissive right now," he reminded her.

"Oh, as if," she scoffed.

"All right, Queen Bee, you fuck me," he commanded her. Enclosing her with his arms, he rolled over to put her on top without ever having to pull out of her.

"Nicely done," she complimented him, sitting up.

She had to admit, being on top, riding him like a cowgirl rides a prize horse in a rodeo, was her favorite position. Her hips swayed in a rhythmic arc. He didn't seem to mind her being on top either as she gave him a nice little show for his trouble. Cupping her own breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples, she heightened her arousal and pleasure as well as his.

"Oh, Melina, I like that," Dabi moaned to express his appreciation for her eagerness to please him.

Reaching up, he took over manipulating one of her breasts while his other hand found its way up to her mouth. His thumb pressed into the middle of her lower lip, encouraging her to part her lips. Sliding his thumb onto her tongue, he mimicked the movements of his cock in and out of her body. Thrusting his hips upward, he met her thrust for thrust, their pubic bones colliding to push her higher and closer to an orgasm.

This time Melina came first. She leaned forward bracing herself by placing her palms flat on his chest over his well developed pectoral muscles. His hands gripped her waist, holding her down on top of him as he arched his back and shoved into her once more to experience that sweet release he had nearly given into earlier. What a waste that would have been.

Afterwards, she lay down on top of him. Since she did not get up and run away, he held her close. Chest to chest, their hearts beating in unison, they relished their moment of perfect bliss not knowing when, or even if, they would ever get another one.