//Author's Note: I've debated on posting this uncut, but I've decided to anyways

//Author's Note: I've debated on posting this uncut, but I've decided to anyways. It may be considered more intense than the last chapter, so if you thought the last one was over the top, please skip this and go to the next chapter. You're not really missing anything except gratuitous SML, and the reason why PreciousJax now has problems with eating anything on her bread while in the dining room. If you are easily offended or underage, PLEASE skip to the next chapter. Thank you. //

Justin

It was almost six when I woke up for the fourth time that day. Jhondie was curled up next to me with her head on my shoulder, sleeping peacefully. I watched my sleeping lover for a long moment, marveling at everything that had happened that day. My lover. She really was. She most definitely fulfilled the criteria in every way now. Why had we held off for so long? I didn't have to wonder. I knew the answer to that question. This wasn't just physical. It was a commitment to her. I wasn't planning on asking her to marry me or anything, but I could finally admit to myself, and to her, that I loved her. The difference between what I felt for her and what I had with any other girl I dated…it was the difference between a river and an ocean.

I knew I needed to get up soon and go home. I had promised I'd come home early and help Dad get some stuff ready for Thanksgiving. It was going to be a full house, and he wanted some help with some things. I tried to slide out from under her, but, well, ever try to move a sleeping cat? That's what it was like to try and move a sleeping Jhondie. They don't lift well; they more or less ooze out of your hands. Wait a sec, she was really sleeping hard. She was the one who had been engineered to have high stamina, to never get tired. I wore her out. Pardon the "guy moment" but… GO ME! GO ME! GO ME!

Maybe I shouldn't be bragging too much. I was lucky I wasn't in a coma. God, she was incredible. I've said before having a genetically engineered partner rocked. I had no idea how much it would rock to have a genetically engineered girlfriend. She had excellent muscle control. Hell, maybe it was just her. All I could think of was how we'd spent the day. Jhondie in bed. Jhondie in the shower. I sure as hell would never be able to travel their stairs again or eat dinner here without a smile.

We'd dozed together for a while after we made love the first time. Well, more like she dozed and I slept so hard I could have been classified as dead. I jerked awake when something next to me wiggled. I wasn't used to sleeping with someone, but it was the most amazing feeling to open my eyes and feel her in my arms, her head on my shoulder, leg over mine, and she was idly playing with my chest hair. We both smiled big at each other, and I knew for sure she didn't regret a moment of what had happened between us. Then her stomach growled loudly and we both started laughing.

We kissed, and I was more than willing to let lunch wait an hour as I got caught up in her sweet mouth. "Justin!" she finally protested. "I'm really hungry." She was too adorable to say no to.

I rolled over so that I was on top of her. Not the best tactical move on my part. I couldn't help the fact I wanted her again. "And after we eat?" I questioned. She put her arms around my neck, and smiled seductively.

"After lunch comes dessert," she said suggestively. Worked for me. I hoped she had stuff for sandwiches. They were fast to make and fast to consume.

We got up, and she snagged my t-shirt and slid it on. It certainly never looked that good on me. We cleaned up a little before we went to go downstairs. I found my shorts on the floor, put them on, and then we went into the kitchen to hunt some food. I had to admit that I was getting hungry too. But, if Jhondie bent over one more time, lunch was going to have to wait. The shirt came down to her thighs, and when she bent over, I almost had an excellent view of her southern real estate. Damn, she was sexy.

She grabbed some peanut butter and jelly, and I had to admit that my first thought was not putting it on bread. We grabbed the lunch stuff and hauled it to the dining room. It was useless to leave the stuff in the kitchen when Jhondie was in the mood to eat. The girl could pack the food away. She was like a human garbage disposal. It was a little scary sometimes, but this time watching her lick the spoon was nothing short of erotic. She grinned at me, and I knew she was doing it deliberately.

I grabbed her and pulled her to me, the spoon dropping to the table in a small dribble of grape jelly. "I'm not in the mood for peanut butter for lunch," I said and leaned down to kiss her deeply. She pressed her body against mine tightly, her hands running up and down my spine. I had a totally wild urge that I had to give into immediately. Resistance was not my strong suit today.

I picked her up while we were still kissing, her legs wrapping around my waist. She pulled back in surprise when I set her on the table, pulling up a chair and sitting down myself. "What are you doing?" she questioned, looking a little confused.

"I told you," I said, grabbing her wrists. "I wasn't in the mood for peanut butter." I bent my head down and let my tongue delve lightly into her sweet flesh. She gasped sharply; her body jerking in what I was hoping was pleasure. From the look on her face, I was pretty sure she liked the sensation. I was certainly enjoying it.

She let out a small moan, and leaned back. I let go of her wrists so that she could lie back on the table, her legs over my shoulders, while I continued my ministration on her. I had never really liked doing this, and consequently was pretty inexperienced, but I was learning quickly, letting her movements and noises of pleasure tell me when I was doing things right. She had told me before that she'd never had a guy go down on her before, and I had a feeling that this was not going to be the last time I ever did this to her.

She tasted wonderful though, like honeyed wine. Her fingers threaded through my hair, pressing me against her. Her breath was coming in short gasps and I could tell that it wasn't going to take much more to drive her over the edge. I had never brought a girl to orgasm like this before, more like just enough to say I did it, and then right to the good stuff. I was so hard I was in pain, but I didn't want to stop this. Feeling her arousal, hearing her pleasure and knowing that I was the one making her squirm like this, that was the good stuff. Everything else was icing.

"Justin," she moaned. "Oh God, I…I'm…" Her legs suddenly tightened around me, her fingers clinching tightly in my hair, her body arching to my mouth as she climaxed, a small shriek of pleasure escaping her. I kept it up, prolonging her pleasure as long as I could until she collapsed back onto the table, gasping hard.

I stood up, pulling her up to me, cradling her against m chest until her breathing calmed down. I wanted more than anything to just take her right there, but feeling her shaking in my arms I figured if I didn't let her calm down first I might hurt her or something. She snuggled against me, holding on to me like she was drowning. I was feeling pretty darn good about myself just then.

"I thought you were going to wait until after lunch for dessert," she said after a few minutes, looking up at me with a teasing smile.

I grinned at her wickedly. "I plan on it," I said. "I just never mentioned appetizers." She laughed and I finally let her move away so we could get some food.

Jhondie

Lunch was interesting to say the least. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to walk after what he did to me, but I finally managed to get my legs to work again. I had just found something my body liked more than food. I felt a little bad that Justin didn't get anything out of it, but he wasn't complaining. He was looking rather smug as a matter of fact. I couldn't say much. He deserved a little smugness after that.

We finished the sandwiches, and then I surprised him. One of the nurses from the hospital had a greenhouse, and she grew strawberries. I had gotten some from her, thinking about some information we needed to get from Dink concerning a case, but I figured out a much better use for them all of a sudden. I grabbed the berries from the fridge, and pounced him in his chair.

I straddled his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. He liked it. I could tell. I had the strawberries behind my back and pulled one out. I rubbed it against his lip, and he quickly bit into it. A little of the juice ran down his chin, and I licked it off. Our eyes met, and games were concluded right then and there. I jumped off of his lap, dropping the berries onto the table and ran for the stairs, Justin in hot pursuit.

We would have made it to my room had Cody not been on the steps. Cody was still pissed that Justin had kicked him out when I was seizing, and had been waiting on the steps to bitch at me when I went back to my room. It was his usual MO when he was mad at me. I wasn't looking at the floor, and tripped right over him. He jumped up and ran off with a loud yowl, but it gave Justin a second to catch up to me. He grabbed me around the waist, and we both tumbled to the steps.

"Almost kiss at my, oh my God don't you dare stop, room," I choked out, his mouth on my neck, his hands doing some rather wonderful things.

"Same as a mile," he muttered, not letting me up for a second, and at that point, I really didn't want him to. I wasn't sure how he did it, but his hands never left my body and he still managed to get his shorts off. He yanked my t-shirt off, kissing the exposed skin. Oh my God. We could have been in the middle of a stadium during half time at the Superbowl and I wouldn't have cared. I wanted him now.

He slid inside of me in one easy motion. It was a little awkward on the stairs, but I was designed to bend a little more than the average person. I would have thought after earlier I wouldn't want it so much, but I did. I could tell that Justin tried to go slow at first, but he was too worked up, and I sure as hell wasn't in the mood for gentle right then. I encouraged him with body and lips and words until we were both moving together in a rhythm that could almost be considered violent in its wildness.

It was familiar and new all at the same time, and exciting beyond belief. There was no way either of us could control the passion that was spiraling wildly. A white-hot wave of pleasure washed over me, my entire body contracting with the intensity of the orgasm. Mere seconds later Justin suddenly cried out, and collapsed on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking together. Don't ask how, but we made it to the landing, and just lay there for a bit, our bodies still entangled. I was so glad I was sure mom was across the country. If she had walked in on that…hell, at that point it's like go away or grab a camera.

We snuggled together for several minutes, neither of us wanting to move. Justin was almost on the verge of going to sleep when he yelped suddenly, and jumped up. Cody was at our feet, and he was smiling. If you've ever seen a cat smile, you know what I mean. They only do it when they're being evil. Cody meowed rather smugly and sauntered off. Justin was glaring at him.

"Little bastard bit my toe!" he complained. I started to laugh. Nobody could tell me animals were unintelligent. Cody planned that. He was waiting for Justin to fall asleep and then bit him. I love my cat. Justin looked morally offended at my laughing.

"Laugh at me will you," he said menacingly, and then dropped down and started tickling me. I shrieked and tried to get away, but I was naked and he could get to all of my ticklish spots. Not fair!

"I'm sorry," I squealed, laughing so hard, my sides were hurting. "I give up! I swear!" He finally stopped tickling me, and we both lay on the floor, the last of the giggles fading from us both. He held me against him. I loved the way his body felt against mine. We were such a perfect fit. I had no idea that two people could fit like pieces of a puzzle.

We lay together for several minutes when I sighed. "I need another shower," I said. I was rather sticky. You read trashy romance novels, and they describe beautiful romance scenes between the lead characters, but they never mention certain things like cleaning up. Sex can be messy, especially after the third time. I really needed a shower.

"Me too," he replied. I could feel him grin in my hair. That was an interesting thought. I wondered if he could again so soon. Nah, we'd just get cleaned up and maybe lay down for a while. That would be nice. Better than being on the floor at least.

"There's room in there for two," I said. He laughed. We dragged ourselves off of the floor and went into the bathroom.

"You set the water," I told him. He shrugged.

"Whatever's comfortable for you," he said. I had to roll my eyes at his "guy" tone.

I wrapped my arms around him. God, he felt good. "I won't notice temperatures that will scald or freeze you, remember?" He leaned over and kissed me. It didn't really bother him if I reminded him that I was different. It still bothered my mother when I mentioned my weird genetics, but Justin just accepted it as just another thing about me like my eye or hair color. No wonder I loved him.

He got the water going and we both got in. It felt a little funny to be in the shower with someone else, but it made getting my back washed much easier. The hot water felt wonderful on my skin, and lathering each other felt even better. He turned me around to wash my back, and I moved my hair to keep it from getting soapy. He leaned forward and started kissing my neck, making me shiver. He kept it up, teasing my neck to where it joined my shoulder, his hands sliding around me to play with my breasts.

I spun around, kissing him passionately under the water. I was wrong. He was ready to again that soon. I wasn't sure if I was though, and a thought occurred to me, filtering through the fog of desire he managed to create in me. Something I had never done before, but wanted to do to him. I started kissing down his body, caressing him, trying to get the courage to do it. I wasn't sure if he knew my intent, but he wasn't stopping me.

I ended up on my knees in front of him, caressing him, loving the soft sounds of pleasure he was making. I looked up at him, and the desire and longing for what I was going to do was so evident, there was no way I could turn back now. I leaned forward, feeling a little timid, and ran my tongue up where my hand had just been. Justin's breath caught, his hand grabbing the back of my head. I had a feeling he didn't want me to back off. My heart was pounding as I took him into my mouth.

"Oh my God," he groaned out, leaning against the wall for support. It was more exciting than I thought it would be to do this to him. I thought about what some of the girls at school had said about going down on their boyfriends, things their boyfriends really liked. They thought they were good? I didn't need to breathe, and I had much better muscle control than they did. I took a deep breath and relaxed my throat, taking all of him in.

For a second I couldn't tell if he was in pain or pleasure as I tightened my throat muscles around him. His fingers clinched in my hair tightly, keeping me right where I was. It was a very good thing I didn't need to breathe. "God, Jhon, baby, that's incredible!" he gasped out as I continued to relax and constrict around him. I pulled back and then started sliding him in and out of my mouth, moving faster, his hands in my hair encouraging me. It was so erotic to have him like this, like touching him earlier, but a thousand times better.

I kept up the rhythm, learning as I went. I never thought I would like doing this to a guy, but I was really getting into it. His hands were buried in my hair, and he was moaning and gasping. I could feel the tension building in him, and I wanted to finish him like this. "Jhon," he gasped. "Baby, I'm going to…oh, God." I knew what was going to happen. Suddenly he cried out, his fingers tightening in my hair and pushing me so that I was taking him deeper into my mouth, his entire body going rigid as he came. I had been told the taste was really salty and gross, but at the moment, he tasted wonderful to me.

I let him go, and he sank down the wall, barely able to breathe. With a foot I kicked off the shower, and pushed the water knob down, turning it off. It had gotten cold at some point, but neither of us had noticed until just then. He held me against him for a minute. I was really turned on, but it could wait. We did have forever.

"So," he finally said. "Were you taught that as a way to kill a man, or are you just naturally talented?" I laughed.

"You complaining?" I asked playfully. He pretended to think about it.

"There's worse ways to go," he finally replied. We kissed. This was only the start of our weekend together. I wasn't sure which one of us was going to go first, but I had to agree, if you had to go, there were worse ways.

Justin

We had spent the rest of the day snuggled together in some way. For a while we just watched TV together in the living room, Jhondie leaning with her back against my chest, petting Cody on her lap. It was rare I just spent a day lounging, but today, I didn't want to share my Jhondie with anyone. She was mine. I didn't want to let go of her for anything, and she was acting just the same over me. I didn't mind in the slightest. It kept her close to me.

We ended up back in her room, making love again. I just couldn't get enough of her. It was more like a dream that time, incredibly slow and ethereal and I never wanted it to end. Love, passion, desire, need, it all came together perfectly with us. We held each other close afterwards, neither of us able to summon the will to move and inch, and eventually fell asleep still wrapped in each other's arms.

When I woke up, I knew it was time for me to go. Not that I wanted to, but I had to. It wasn't a comfort that I was going to see her the next day. We sure as hell couldn't spend it like this. Well, there was always the rest of the weekend. After trying to move her off of me, I leaned over and kissed her softly.

In one swift motion she was flat on top of me, pinning my arms and grinning. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"You know I can't spend the night," I said with a sigh. I wanted to. But, if I called Dad and said that I couldn't come home, that was going to lead to questions, and I wasn't in the mood for that kind of phone-interrogation. He had been gracious enough to switch Family Dinner Night to Tuesday this week, and in exchange I had to be there tonight, but after five at least, to help out.

She kissed me hard, her hands leaving my arms to do some much more pleasant things to other parts of my body. Then she stopped suddenly. "You going to think about that tonight?" she teased. I grabbed her and rolled over so that she was pinned under me. I kissed her just as hard, fondling her intimately.

"Actually, I'm going to be thinking about that," I replied, and then jumped up fast while I still could. She threw a pillow at me. I ducked it, and then started to hunt for my clothes.