A/N: Okay, this is the smutty chapter. If you don't want to read that, skip to the next chapter (when it's posted) and just think "They made love."
See chapter 1 for other author's notes and disclaimers.
It was only by pure luck that they made it there without incident. Her hand had made its way into his lap, and the distraction it proved caused him more than once to find himself straying toward the oncoming traffic. As he thanked the gods that he lived so close, Adam absently wondered if she had been planning this the whole time. However, the thought was soon pushed out of his mind by delicate hands tracing circles on his back and abdomen from their new location underneath his shirt.
With shaking hands he unlocked the front door, and entered the darkened apartment. As soon as Willow passed through it after him, he had it closed and had her pressed up against it, trapped between the heavy wood and his muscular body. His lips crushed down on hers, an outlet for his long pent- up need. He kissed and nipped at her lips causing her to moan. She had just begun responding to his kisses when a thought suddenly hit her. She abruptly pushed him away, and his brow furrowed in confusion.
"There's something you need to know before we go any further," she began. She could feel the blush creeping into her face as she continued. She had no idea how he would react to what she had to tell him. "It's been a long time since I've been with a man..."
He shook his head, dismissing it and interrupting her. "It's okay, it's been a long time since I've been with anyone, either." He bent his head to capture her lips again, but she turned her head, preventing it.
"No, you don't understand," she looked into his eyes to gage his response to what she was about to say next, "My last two lovers were women."
He smiled down into her anxious face and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "It doesn't matter to me, Willow." Adam continued, looking her in the eye, "A person loves who they love, and your past makes you who you are. What matters to me is that I want you and that you feel the same way about me."
She let out a sigh of relief and lifted her lips to his. He hungrily tasted her as she opened them to him, his desire returning full-force. His slender fingers caressed the bare skin of her back making her shiver beneath his touch. As Adam's tongue plundered her mouth, Willow arched toward him, pressing herself even closer to his aching body, making him moan at the contact.
His hands shifted their attention to the delicate ties holding her top on, and he began to undo them as she unceremoniously tugged his shirt over his head. Finally exposing flesh, Willow pulled away from the warmth of his mouth and began to lick and nip at Adam's neck and collarbone. His breathing became more labored as his hands came up to caress her newly unveiled breasts, and she whimpered slightly at the contact.
When her small hands began caressing him through the leather of his pants, Adam groaned loudly and began guiding them towards his bedroom while never breaking contact with her. On their way there, Willow had managed to undo the fastenings of his pants and was pleasantly surprised to find him lacking in underwear. When she encircled him in her grasp and began to stroke, he growled and pulled he body flush with his. He then reached behind her to quickly undo and divest her of her skirt and panties.
Left standing in only her knee-high leather boots, Willow let out a squeal of surprise when Adam grabbed her around the waist and behind the knees to carry her over to his bed. Laying her down gently, he slowly unzipped each boot and allowed his fingertips to trail down her legs as he removed them.
Quickly removing the rest of his clothing, he joined Willow on the bed. She ran her hands over every inch of skin she could reach, trying to explore every part of him. His mouth once again found hers and their tongues battled as passions mounted. Using one of his own knees to push hers apart, he settled himself between her legs.
Willow gasped as Adam entered her; she'd forgotten how different making love to a man felt. When he began to move inside her, she moaned in pleasure, her back arching and pressing their bodies even closer. As they moved together in an act older than time itself, Willow's last coherent thought was that no man should be able to make her feel that good...