PART 5 - This part is R rated. I just wanted to make you all aware of that before you go any further. Just remember; I warned you!

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I'm clean, i'm clothed, and i've eaten breakfast. Feeling a little better already. Vaughn seems awful interested in his coffee cup. Me? I dont think i've said a word since we left the room. I cant even look at him right now. Every time i do, i feel a small twinge of arousal. Not the best idea.

He looks over. 'One of us should speak at some point.'

'Yeah, i know.' I look up, and he smiles, comforting me greatly. 'I just dont know what to say. I dont even remember all i said to you last night. I mean, if i hurt you, or...' Or if i told you i love you. The uncompleted part of the sentence.

'Or?'

'Or if i said something really stupid.' Close enough. He reaches forward and laces his fingers through mine. Mission stuff, of course. I look over and take a breath. He looks so in love with me, and i know that it isnt all for show. Christ, i know what it feels like to kiss him, to feel him touching me.

'You didnt. We just...' He struggles. 'Came to an understanding about us. That we both feel something, but that last night wasnt the time'

I do feel something, i can't deny it. I want him to want me. But, to the same degree, i want to feel him with me, within me. I want him to whisper in my ear, and tell me he loves me, that he wont ever leave. I think i need that. I never had it with Noah, and i did with Danny, but, well, why dwell on the past?

I want to be able to tell him i love him, but i know that it could never be. I have SD-6, he has the CIA, and those two would never mix. We'd both die if we were discovered. I'd find another dead body in a bathtub, and i dont think i could have that again. I cant win.

'Last night wasn't the time.' I look directly into those beautiful eyes of his. 'But, there will be a time, right? One day?'

He considers a moment. 'Yes. I dont know when, but there will be.'

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It's 10pm and we tiredly fall through the door to the hotel room. My feet are killing me, and i think i may have bought a little too much in the shopping center. I grumble, sitting on the bed. 'My feet are killing me.'

He looks over from his seated position on the sofa, and rises towards me. Bending down, he gingerly unlaces my boots, pulling them off gently, and removing my socks, rubbing my feet when they're exposed to him. 'Better?'

mmm, this is heaven. I close my eyes 'Yeah' I think it may have come out a moan, because when i open my eyes, he's looking right at me, desire evident, which he quickly attempts to mask. The realization hits me...

This is it... the 'right time'. I lean over, and kiss his forehead, and he tilts upwards, and we kiss, softly at first, but it becomes more heated, and he pulls me to my feet, his arms around my waist, not breaking the kiss.

He pulls back slightly. 'You sure?' He looks so unsure. I move my hands to play with a small section of his hair, and i smile at him, nodding.

'This is the time'

We resume, desperately. His hands move up, under my shirt, to caress my back. I hiss slightly when he touches my bruises, but, to be honest, it's not bothering me. An earthquake wouldnt bother me right now.

I pull his sweater over his head, and his thin shirt with it. We break apart for a minute, and i reach to caress his abdomen. Its fantastic. He shivers slightly, and he loves this. His hand touches my chin, tilting it upwards to kiss me softly.

I move backwards, to come to the wall... the wall we started at last night, bringing him with me. Pausing, i pull my shirt over my head, and he kisses my neck, moving down to support himself on his knees, kissing my stomach. Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing.

His hands are everywhere, on my breasts, moving down to my ass. I'm churning away, and i know he can feel it. He brings his hands around to open the zip of my black trousers, unzipping slowly, lowering them. He looks up, and his voice is husky, clouded with what we feel. 'Step up.'

I do, and he discards my jeans. I know what he wants to do, and i dont think now is the time. I pull him up, to face level. He looks puzzled. 'Not tonight, ok?' I reach down, smoothing his body with my hands, to unhook his belt, and he starts kissing me again, moving his hands down between my legs. I think i scream, noone has touched me like this before. We both know i'm close, and i'm determined that i will *not* do anything until he's inside me.

Clouded with lust, i push him backwards, pulling his jeans down, and pulling him, we fall towards the bed. I knew it would be like this. Heavy, hard, and he's loving me like i love him. The thought hits me suddenly, when we're lying together, in our underwear. 'Um, Vaughn?'

He pulls up, worried. 'Hmm?'

'We, uh, dont have anything, to, y'know, cover all us.' I look meaningfully at him. He gets it, and rises to his feet, pulling me with him by my wrists, crushed against him, moving to his bag. He's mumbling, and its mixed in with little growls everytime i touch him through his boxers. I can feel him against me, and i want it. I'd do it without protection at this point, i cant stop. 'I coulda sworn...' He rummages behind me, finally withdrawing what he was looking for. Durex. My boy is nothing if not prepared. He *knew*. Normally i would care about something like that, but, fuck it.

He unhooks my bra and lays me on the bed, kissing my body, massaging all my muscles, removing my underpants, and he does what i didnt need him to. His mouth on the places i never let anyone else kiss me. The moment comes, and i scream, as everything washes over me, and i haul him violently up to me, kissing, biting. I taste blood, but it doesnt matter anymore.

I push his pants down, and pull him back up, and he's prepared already. He slows down, and whispers into my ear. 'How do you want me?'

'Pick one'

He steadies, and then... kaboom. I think both of us grunt. God, this is fantastic. He's babbling, so am i, nothing making any sense. It's fast, bruising, but i like it. He pulls me up until we're both at face level, and lifts me up to slam down again. He bites into my shoulder, and i know he's just become mine. And i sink my nails into his shoulder.

I want to cry, but he'd take it the wrong way, and if he stops touching me, i swear i'll kill him. We slow down, our bodies are covered in bite marks, saliva and sweat. He looks at me, and whispers 'I love you'

Kill me now. 'I love you too.'

We fall back, he collapses on me, and i play lightly with his hair. Perfection, achieved. I'm seized into a kind of panic at the fact i just told someone i love them, but the feel of him there with me alleviates anything i could want to say. I raise his face to me, and we kiss lightly.

It can only get worse from here. I've died and i'm in heaven. Anything after this would be a disappointment.