A/n Yeah I'm sure that everyone is shocked to hear from me! I know I'm like the black sheep of the updating family. So you all can thank Vertigo and an extreme case of the flu for the updates!

Marissa Stepped out of the shower onto the shower mat and reached out for a towel off the rack. Just as her hand grasped one she felt a towel wrap around her from behind. Marissa instinctively lifted the arm that was not reaching for the towel allowing Ryan to slid the towel around her fully and tuck it snuggly around her.

Without a word Ryan pushed Marissa over to the toilet and sat her down facing away from him. He left her there for a second but as soon as he returned he surprised Marissa by beginning to gently brush her hair.

"I don't really talk about stuff. And I don't really want to talk about what I did this morning, because most of me realizes I have no control over what I do in my sleep and when that bruise starts to fade maybe my guilt will go with it. I just need more then a few hours to get past it."

"I'm sorry Ryan if you thought I was pushing you I just worry. I've seen to many shows where girls get dumped for their own protection."

Ryan paused his combing and gently kissed the top of Marissa's head. " This isn't some cheesy TV soap opera, This isn't Buffy or Lois and Clark no one is dumping anyone out of a misguided sense of duty."

Marissa turned around to face Ryan for the first time since she got out of the shower and smiled at him. Ryan gently reached out and tangled one hand in Marissa's hair and the other gripped Marissa's hip lightly. He wanted to hold her wanted to caress her but he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. She was practically naked and other then this morning he was usually never this close to her naked.

Marissa closed the gap between the two of them quickly and kissed him passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him roughly. She wanted him so much they had barely began to kiss and already she was losing control over her body. She was grinding herself against him at a frantic pace excited by his words his actions his entire being.

Ryan ran both hands down from their aforementioned position across Marissa's ass. As he did this Marissa's already lively hips surprised even her. She jumped up on Ryan wrapping her legs around his waist.

Both Ryan and Marissa moaned at this new position. Ryan ran his hands along her thighs and legs adding to the movement of her hips while Marissa's hands were locked into Ryan's hair pulling his face closer to her. She wanted nothing more than to take every bit of him she could into her self.

Ryan gently pushed Marissa into the wall steadying the two of them enough to allow his hands to roam more freely. Conveniently the sharp turn and forward movement it took to achieve this position was Marissa's towels last straw. The towel slipped down from her body and pooled at Ryan's feet.

Ryan felt this slip and expected this to be the end of this make out session. Slightly disappointed in what he felt would push Marissa over her comfort level Ryan didn't want to stop kissing her. So he didn't. He waited for her to stop him while he continued to do the only thing he wanted to do. He gently tickled her hips; gently caressing and massaging her body. He kept running his hands over her hips and up her sides then around her back and up her neck into her hair. Alternating the patterns and speed hoping she would forget her nakedness and stay with him like this.

Marissa hadn't forgotten that she was naked, she just couldn't muster up enough sense to care. Her arousal was overwhelming her and she only wanted more. She wanted more of his body his mind his heart his being everything that made him. For the first time since she had begun this she released his head and ran her hands down his neck to his button up shirt and began unbuttoning it, and pushing it off of him.

Marissa made short work of Ryan's upper vestments and began reveling in the smooth skin of his chest and stomach. She ran her hands up and down his body, feeling every bit of him she could get under her hands. She slipped her mouth off his and kissed down his check to his ear and down his neck. She alternated kissing a nibbling as she traced erratic paths up and down his neck and across his chest to his shoulder.

She had never been so aggressive with him before but he wasn't about to complain. In fact he couldn't help himself from moaning. His neck was just so sensitive and her soft lips a small pert tongue and moist mouth were reeking havoc on his senses.

Ryan's hands started to move down off Marissa's shoulders to her chest. When His hands reached her breasts Ryan and Marissa let out matching moans. Ryan couldn't keep himself in check any longer.

After a few minuets longer in their current position Ryan began to lower both of them to the floor. Once Ryan and Marissa were positioned on the floor Marissa began to slide underneath Ryan kissing down his chest over his pecks and across his abs. All while undoing his pants and pushing his pants and boxers down past his hips.

As Marissa slid back up Ryan made short work of pushing his pants the rest of the way down. Once the two were settled again against each other, Ryan gently looked into Marissa's eyes, holding the passion that he felt a bay momentarily "Are you sure?" Ryan asked

Marissa looked up at her loving caring sexy boyfriend with tears in her eyes and smiled reassuringly.

Ryan bent his head then and placed a loving chaste kiss to the angry bruise that marred her lovely chest. He wasn't over the fact that he had hurt her but he wasn't going to let his guilt bother their relationship anymore then it needed too.

~Censored~ ~I'm a little bit of a smutty girl and I didn't know that So I've cut this part out! I actually described them doing it and I don't offend anyone so I thought it best not to post this part~

Marissa and Ryan both beamed at each other once they were finished. Though they both kind of needed a shower and wanted to take anouther crack at washing each other, time didn't permit so the two lovers had to settle for redressing each other.

Marissa helped Ryan button up his pants and put back on his beater and over shirt. Then she straightened his tousled hair.

Ryan though wasn't much help dressing Marissa. He kept trying to take everything she had just put on off.

Everything wasn't perfect. They weren't perfect. But they were in love. Ryan felt guilty about hitting Marissa, he felt guilty that she had to borrow one of his shirts to hide the bruise. He felt guilty that he had allowed their first time to be on the bathroom floor, and he felt bad he wasn't everything she needed. But that was the way Ryan was. He felt bad, when every one around him wasn't blissful.

He accepted that his need to please others was exorbitant but he wasn't going to let that or his brooding become detrimental to his relationship with Marissa he loved Marissa to much to let his flaws and limitations get in their way.