Two days after last chapter.

Athena stretched before starting her morning kata. She cleared her mind and let her body take over her actions. Rebecca watched from the window as Athena seemed to dance in slow motion across her lawn. The maneuvers started out simple, but they escalated into positions and movements Rebecca did not even know were possible. She would have to ask Athena to teach her a simpler version. Her observing was cut short by Athena's phone. Athena had taken to giving it to her while she was in her morning ritual. "Hello. Athena's busy…"

"Rebecca, it's Terrell. Is she near the end?"

"I think. You want me to…"

"Tell her I'll pick her up in twenty minutes. I'm taking her to the firing range."

"Okay, but are you…" The line went dead. Rebecca glared at the phone for a long time. She was still glaring when Athena came in a few minutes later.

"What's the matter?" Athena sat down her towel and water bottle.

"Terrell called and interrupted everything I started to say. Then, he hung up on me." Rebecca handed her the phone. "He'll be here in about fifteen minutes. He said he was taking you to the firing range."

"That's all he said?" Athena sighed and headed to change. Her day looked to be a long one.

Ten minutes later, five minutes early, Terrell showed up and ushered her to his vehicle. She was already starting to get the urge to shoot him and they had yet to get on the road. He was pushing it taking her to a place where she would have a gun in her hand. The ride was silent. She had nothing to say to him. The day before, she had a large argument with him over his behavior on the day of the explosion.

Once at the range, they got out and headed over to practice. Athena immediately caught sight of Chris but decided to get some shooting in before saying hi. He looked into what he was doing anyhow. But, soon she was sick of Terrell's presence. He was coming on way too strong. "I'm going to say hello to, Chris." She walked away from him. He narrowed his gaze at her back.

Athena walked up to Chris with a smile. "Hey, Cowboy!" She bumped into him then eyed his piece. "Sweet!" She pouted up at him. "Can I look at it, touch it?" Her eyes were riveted to the gun. "I like men with nice, large, strong pieces." She grinned up at him and he blushed. His mind went to his dream of kissing her on her father's couch, what she had said as she drifted to sleep.

Chris laughed heartily at that. "Here." He handed over his custom piece from his time in the Air Force. "Be careful. I've never let anyone touch it before."

"It's so well made, formed, and so large. Did you do this yourself? I but you know just how to aim and shoot it." He could not get the dream from his mind the more she spoke.

"Yeah," he forced out. He watched the way she looked the gun over with such appreciation. "Go ahead. Shoot it. Just be careful. It packs a bit of a punch for a handgun."

Athena winked as she smirked. She stepped up and aimed. "I know just how to handle a man's piece. How many is in it?"

"Ten…" His voice was over powered by her shooting. He watched, amazed, as she made a smiley face on the farthest target with no problem. "Damn," he commented. She smiled up at him then noticed something. Terrell was gone and so was his car.

"Dammit!" She sighed and handed his gun back. "When you're done, can you give me a ride back to Rebecca's. I was abandoned." He caught the displeasure in her eyes but he was happy the other man was gone. He remembered her conviction of a couple days ago. She seemed uncomfortable around her subordinate.

"I can do that." She nodded and leaned back to watch him practice. As she did, something came to mind. The way he focused his attention, the sound of his voice, his lean frame, his ass, his hands…

Oh Goddess! He's the one! She lost her breath. He was the one from her dream. The dream her father had awoken her from. The dream with the faceless man. Chris was the man. Her mind could clearly remember the dream, every detail.

Athena found herself walking in the rain. She did not recognize her surroundings and had no idea where to go. She was lost and alone. Her mind raced with notions of what to do, how to get out of her current situation. So far, she had not come up with anything viable. Her hopes were dwindling. Then, about one hundred yards ahead of her, she saw someone. As she neared them, she noticed the figure's face shrouded in shadow. Slowly, the face cleared into that of Chris (which it had not done when she had the dream). He looked at her levelly before walking toward her. They met, his hands immediately in her hair pulling her mouth to his. She no longer felt lost or alone. She felt like she was where she had always belonged. Suddenly, everything was familiar, right.

She returned the kiss with all the passion he gave her. They clung to one another for many minutes, kissing away everything else. The rain, their surrounding, noise, everything disappeared in their minds except one another. Their wet clothes left little to their imagination. They felt almost like they were skin to skin. The wet material added to the friction as they rubbed against each other. Finally, he pulled away.

"Come with me," he said and pulled her by her hand. She was confused. Where was there to go? Then, she saw it, a small cabin. How had she missed it before?

She let him lead her inside. The interior was sparse but warm and cozy. The only furnishings were a barren table, two simple chairs, a large bed, and a fireplace. He left her inside the door while he moved the table closer to the fireplace. Once finished he returned to her side. He picked her up and moved her to the table. Then, he began removing her clothing. First her shirt, then her bra were removed and placed on the table to dry. Next was his shirt.

Then, he removed her boots, pants, underpants, and socks. He placed them all on the table, except the boots, to dry. As he started to bend to remove his own boots she grabbed his hands. She knelt down and did it for him. Setting the boots aside, she ran her nails across his abdomen to his jeans. She unhooked the clasp and zipper before pulling the resisting wet material down. Once she had all his clothing off, she grabbed his hips to keep him from moving. She had plans for him.

Chris's head fell back as Athena licked the underside of his erection. Her tongue teased the taunt flesh. She took the head into her mouth and worked it toward the back of her throat. He hissed and dropped his head back. His eyes clamped shut, his mouth hung open. She swallowed all of him, rubbing her tongue across what she could reach. He was in his own personal heaven. He was so close. She seemed to sense this as she pulled away from him and stood.

"Take me. I want you." She leaned against him, trapping him between their bodies. Her mouth sought his. He met the questing lips, swinging her up into his arms in the process. He carried her to the bed where she spread herself out before him. "Now. I need you in me now."

He was not one to disappoint. He got on the bed and settle between her legs. He met her eyes and thrust inside. She groaned and wrapped her legs around her, pushing him as deep as she could. Soon, they were both grunting, groaning, and panting. She climaxed first followed shortly by him. As he came, he called out her name, "Athena!"

"Athena!" Chris shook her. She jerked back into reality. She met Chris's eyes and could not stop the light blush that graced her cheeks.

"Sorry, lost in thought." She smiled and cleared her throat. "Ready to leave, I take it?" Chris nodded and led the way to his truck. He opened the door for her, which she rolled her eyes at. He grinned and closed the door before going to the driver's side and getting in. He continued to grin as he left the firing range.

Athena wanted to stop by the hotel before going to Rebecca's she had yet to see all of the team and no more than three at the same time. Chris parked the truck and walked in with her. He still had to take her to Rebecca's and did not want to wait in the truck. When they got to the elevator, they met up with Elizabeth who had just got back from Jill's. She and Jill had become very good friends. Athena smiled at the younger woman as she was engulfed into a hug.

"Major!"

"Hello, Liza. How have you been, my dear?" She moved back from her corporal.

"I 'ave been well. How 'ave y' been?" Elizabeth hooked her arm with the majors as they rode the elevator to the suite.

"I've been well. How are they?"

"Brian is frustrated. Patrick is bein' frustratin' and naggin'. Greer is Greer. Isaiah is Monsieur Ordinateur, as usual. Terry is…" Elizabeth trailed off.

Athena sighed and nodded. "Don't worry about it. I know about how Terrell has been lately." She hoped the man was not in the suite and did not show up while she was there. Fortunately, but more unfortunately, he neither happened. He called her cell just before she and Chris were about to leave.

"Major Wesker… Terrell?… Where are…" She listened a little longer, sighing. "I'll be there in… Yes, he… Thurlow… Captain!" She seemed very upset. Chris stepped closer. "We will be there momentarily. You stay where you are or so help me…" She closed her phone and pocketed. "Do you know of a bar called Rabid Raccoon?"

"Yeah." Chris called the elevator. Athena nodded.

"Demetrius, you and Patrick follow in about five minutes. He's too drunk to drive." Both men started moving so they would be ready. She watched them until the elevator arrived. As she was getting on she added, "Bri, make sure he stays in here until he is sober and not hungover. Make sure he stays away from Liza."

Athena stepped from Chris's truck in a bad mood. Not only had Terrell left the firing range without a word, he was now calling her to take care of him because he was drunk. She knew the levels of drunk for Terrell. He could make it back to the hotel on his own, either by taxi or on foot. She had a feeling she knew what he had planned. He would make a pass and blame the drunkenness if she was unreceptive. Well, she definitely was. Her sights were locked elsewhere.

As she walked toward the doorman, she passed Terrell's car. She noticed the idiot had left his keys in his visor like he did on base. He was going to learn better tonight. She would see to that personally once Greer and the doc had arrived. They would have Thurlow and she would take the man's car so she did not have to burden Chris. Besides, it would serve him right for stranding her at the firing range.

Chris caught up with her at the door, where she stood arguing with the doorman. He smiled at the mouthing she was giving the much larger man. The guy was getting frustrated. "Look, lady. I don't care if yer the fuckin' Queen of Sheba. Cover is ten dollars." He jiggled his brows suggestively. "Unless you wish to do a man a favor." Before Chris could even open his mouth, Athena swung her fist hard enough to knock the doorman out cold.

"There's your favor and your cover charge, asshole." She strode over the fallen man and into the bar. Shaking his head and laughing, Chris followed.

Inside, Athena had no problem locating her drunk captain. He was at the bar arguing with the bartender over another drink. She took a couple long calming breaths before going to the bar. The bartender saw her coming and seemed to recognize the look on her face. He backed away from Terrell, moving to the other end of the bar. He kept an eye on them but never said a word. He did not have to be close to hear what was going on. Athena had a rather powerful voice and drunks were typically loud.

"Thurlow!" Athena's voice was full of Marine command. Terrell sat as straight as he could and vainly tried not to wobble, which made him wobble more.

"Major? That you?" He turned, perhaps more quickly than he should have as he nearly fell from his perch to the filthy floor.

"Thurlow, what excuse do you have for this behavior? It better be good, Marine!" She crossed her arms. As long as she stayed in a commanding role, she hoped to prevent him trying anything, at least toward her.

Terrell shook his head, making him loose his balance again. After he caught himself again, he slurred, "None, 'Ena. Jus' 'avin' a dink." He grinned at her until his eyes fell on Chris. "Why you bing the pussy fwyboy?"

Athena felt Chris stiffen slightly. "'Pussy,' huh?" Chris did not like that term at all. It was vulgar and derogatory. "At least I have the balls to stand up to my problems."

Terrell swayed to his feet. "You ain't nothin', Redfield, but a pussy!"

Athena put a hand on Chris's arm but knew by the look in his eyes that this had been coming for a while. She had to stop. "Ladies! This is neither the place nor the time for this. Reign it in, Redfield. He's drunk."

"Sorry, Major, but I'm not one of your men. I do whatever I want." He stepped closer to the drunk man. "You really think I'm a pussy? Do you want to find out? I can knock you from here to next…"

"Stop!" Athena stepped closer. The fire in Chris's eyes worried her and made her curious. What reason does he have to hate Terrell so much? She watched as neither man acknowledged her. "Redfield, Thurlow, I demand…"

"Forget it, Athena, and back off!" Chris yelled at her. She narrowed her eyes. He wanted her gone, she was gone. She turned and stormed out the door. Demetrius and Patrick would be there soon, let them deal with the little boys!

Chris immediately felt guilty for yelling at her. He sighed and started to turn. "So, you are a pussy when the major isn't here! She deserves better than you!"

"Like you?" Chris eyed him and started laughing, hard. Terrell took his reaction badly. He pulled back and let swing. Chris was busted in the right eye and cheek. He stumbled a moment before dropping and knocking Terrell's legs from under him. The Marine captain landed with an oomph and a curse. He regained himself somewhat and dove for Chris, knocking the S.T.A.R.S member to the floor. They wrestled around punching and clawing at one another. Chris got the upper hand and knocked Terrell away from him. He stood and readied himself. He knew Terrell was not finished.

A growl was his only warning before Terry flew at him again. He kicked Chris in the knee and then the abdomen. Chris rolled away from him as the blow to his knee had put him on the floor. He stood and returned the gesture by kicking Terrell in the ribs a couple times. Then, he punched him in the nose. Blood flew. He started to punch again when strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him back. He saw Patrick grab Terry and start checking his nose. He breathed in and out deeply a few moments.

"Let go. I'm fine. Piece of shit isn't worth it." Demetrius slowly let go. Chris turned and left the bar. Demetrius walked over to Patrick and Terrell in time to see Terrell take a swing at the doc. Rolling his eyes, Greer use one small punch to knock his captain out cold. He swung him over his shoulder and fished out a hundred for the bartender. The man nodded and watched them leave. He hoped to never see them again.

The farther from the bar she got, the madder she got. Athena could not believe Chris would act so childish over something like that. She expected it from Terrell, especially when he's drunk. She was fuming by the time she made it back to Rebecca's. She stomped into the house and toward her room. She was nearly there when she heard movement behind her.

"Athena?" Rebecca called to her. "Are you okay?"

Athena sighed and turned to the medic. "Nothing, Rebecca. Don't worry about it." She turned back toward her room.

"Wait! Athena, what happened?" Rebecca walked up to the slightly older woman. She placed a caring hand on her arm. "Tell me, please."

"Simply put, Rebecca, men." Athena sighed again. "Don't worry about it as it is nothing important. I am fine."

"You're mad," Rebecca corrected. "Why?"

Athena started to argue by thought better. "Terrell and Chris got into it. They acted like I wasn't even there then brushed be off when I spoke. Terrell is like that, especially drunk, but I expected better of Chris."

"You know Terrell has feelings…"

"I know. I try to ignore it."

"I think Chris likes you, too. Terrell and Chris don't like each other anyhow." Rebecca glanced away a moment. "Your father doesn't like Terrell either."

Athena nodded. Terrell and I used to be like brother and sister. Most people think we are still that close. But, I can feel the difference. I don't want him in my life like that. I want my friend, not a lover." She looked down. "Chris, however…" A knock at the door halted whatever she was about to say. Rebecca gave her a small, sympathetic smile before going to see who was knocking.

The medic was only slightly surprised to see a busted up Chris standing there like someone had kicked his puppy. She shook her head and motioned him in. She followed him to the living room before detouring. "Athena, there is a lost little boy in the living room. I assume he wishes to make amends." She smiled at the Marine. "I'm going to go see your dad and Billy. I have doubts at how well they are getting along."

Athena closed her eyes and nodded. She took a deep breath and stalked to the living room. Her eyes first fell on Chris's back. When he turned to face her, she felt both angry and concerned. She walked to him without a word. Her hand found its way to his busted up face. He opened his mouth to speak but her fingers moved to cover his lips. "You need that looked after before anything else is said or done." Taking his hand, she lead him to the bathroom. "Sit." She pointed to the commode.

Chris sat down not sure what to say. He had come to apologize not be fixed up. "Athena…"

"It can wait. Hold still." She began dabbing antiseptic on his cheek and eyebrow. He hissed but remained still. As she was patching him up, she started speaking. "Why? Why did you…"

She gasped as he pulled her down into his lap. The action was so unexpected, she sat dazed as he closed the distance between their lips. The kiss was light, soft, and very short. She gazed at him in a stupor. "I couldn't stand him looking at you the way he does. I couldn't take him calling me those things. I was afraid, in a way, that you may believe him." He chastely kissed her again. "Athena, I think that I'm…"

Athena broke him off with a kissed this time. She surged forward and claimed his lips passionately. Her tongue prodded for entry to his mouth. When he excepted the intrusion, the tables turned and he became the aggressor. She moaned at the way his tongue wound around hers and intimately touched the inside of her mouth. He moaned as her hand splayed across his chest, feeling what was under his shirt. One of his hands found her short hair. The other ran over her back. They were lost in the kiss, the sensation of being with one another. They had dreamed of it, but they never realized how it would actually feel. Time, place, the world all hade nothing on the way they felt locked together in their kiss. Troubles flew away.

Eventually, they pulled apart. Chris rested his head under her chin. She held him to her. Then, she started giggling. Chris pulled back and looked at her curiously. "I never imagined the bathroom as the place we would do this."

"So, I'm not the only one to think about it." He grinned at her, kissing along her neck when she grinned back. She gasped as he stood with her still in his arms. "Where to?" She licked his ear.

"The living room for now." She heard Chris's heartbeat pick up at that. She would have to ask him why later. Her mind was preoccupied at the moment. She was content to forget the bar incident and everything else as long as she was in his arms. Everything felt right, more right than it had in her dream.

Rebecca could not keep the smile off her face as she walked into Wesker's house. She had a sneaking suspicion Chris and Athena would not being going anywhere while she was gone, except maybe to bed. The idea of her two friends together made her happy. She hoped Wesker would not pose any problems, not that Athena or Chris would allow him to. Athena would more than likely blow any negativity he had toward them all out of proportion and they would have a fight. Rebecca doubted the fight would be all verbal.

She shook her head of those thoughts as she found Wesker in his den reading. She paused at the door and watched him. He knew she was there, she was certain, but he made no move to acknowledge her. She watched him. He was so handsome the way the soft light played across his sharp angled face. His eyes were bright in the light, seeming larger as his pupils thinned. The sight took her breath away, and she felt kinda guilty. He was twenty years older than her. What could he ever want in such a 'child'? But, Athena seemed to think… Her thoughts were interrupted as he set the book aside and stood. She watched him come to her.

"Rebecca, what brings you by this late in the evening?" She blushed. Should she tell him the truth? "Now I have to know if it makes you blush like that." He smirked. "Athena?"

"How did…"

"She is a brazen young woman. I would not be surprised she said or did something to make you uncomfortable." He took her arm and led her into the living room. "Sit. I want to look at that ankle."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "I am a certified medic. I can take care of it myself, you know." She halfheartedly glared at him. He glared right back as if to say 'I'm doing it so just forget it'. She rolled her eyes and took off her shoe and sock before pulling up her pants leg.

Wesker immediately noticed, as his hand touched her leg, that she had shaved. He snorted at this to hide his chuckle. He thought it typical but appealing she would shave incase he did this, or so he assumed. He froze when he felt her hand in his hair. He looked up to see her face had turned very red. "Rebecca?" Her eyes were fixed on the feather in her hand. He wondered what was embarrassing about a feather but figured he should explain. "I had a fight with a pillow as I doubted you or Athena either one would appreciate me destroying Coen in much the same manner." She nodded mutely and laid the feather aside. Her mind was stuck on her dream. The feather, her leg in his hands. She almost felt faint.

Rebecca was pulling on her shoe when Billy walked into the room. He glares at Wesker before speaking to her. "Hey, Becky. How did you get over here this late?"

"It's not very late and I rode my bike. Took a few back streets. The ride was long and rough but here I am." All Wesker heard were the words ride long, and rough. He saw his dream in his mind and quickly squashed the images. Nonetheless, Rebecca caught the faint flush to his cheeks.

"You probably want some water then. Wait here. I'll get it for you." Wesker made his escape to the kitchen. He knew she had been about to make comment on the color on his cheeks and he had no suitable answer to give her. When he returned, Billy was sitting closely beside her. They were talking about dinner. "Here, Rebecca."

She took the glass of cold water with a smile. "Thank you. Do you want to go out to dinner with us?" Billy's eyes narrowed at that.

"No, I believe I'll be fine to cook for myself." Wesker did not want her alone with Coen but he wanted away from the man more.

Rebecca seemed disappointed. She thought a moment then smiled considerately at Billy. The ex-Marine knew she was about to decline. "Billy, not to be rude or mean, but how are you going to pay for a meal. You don't have any money, do you?"

Billy closed his eyes and shook his head. Not only had she declined but she had thrown his penniless state in his face. "Alright. I suppose you are right. I guess we'll have to stay in."

Rebecca nodded before turning to Wesker. "I'm cooking!" She immediately stood and left the men alone. Billy glared at the older man then stomped off toward the guest room. Wesker watched him go, pleased Rebecca was staying but not that Coen was. "Al!" He started as she called to him. He was still not used to her calling him that even though he had told her to.

Walking into the kitchen, he chuckled at the frustrated look on her small face. "Yes?" He asked playfully. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "You spend too much time with me, Rebecca. I'm rubbing off on you."

"So?" She asked before she could catch herself. She flushed a little but acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. "I can't find anything. Do you no know how to organize?" She threw up her hands and started rattling off things she needed and where they should logically be placed. Wesker stood immobile a moment as he watched her twitter her mouth buzzing like a bee.

"One thing at a time! Everything is right where it should be as this is my kitchen, not yours." He finally growled as he started opening shelves and pulling stuff out. Once everything she needed was out for her, he decided to stay and watch her cook. I'm going to start liking this domestic stuff, I'm afraid. Everything was going fine until she squeaked really loud. He was at her side in an instant. She had cut her finger.

"It hurts," she pouted. He rolled his eyes.

"Suck on it. It'll help." He started to go back to his chair when she stopped him with a sentence.

"I can't suck on it, that's just gross!" He rolled his eyes again, turned, and brought her finger to his mouth. Everything froze in that instant. Rebecca was lost in the sensation of his lips and tongue, and the way the blood rushed to her fingertip. She felt like she could ooze to the floor and become a puddle of goo. Wesker could not believe he had put her finger in his mouth so easily. Nor, could he believe she was just staring at him, allowing him to keep it there.

The mood was soon broken as footsteps neared the kitchen and Billy walked in. He saw Rebecca's finger slip from Wesker's mouth and the medic turn bright red. Wesker seemed the same, as he usually always did no matter the situation. Billy took a moment to file all the information a way. Soon as he was done, all hell broke loose. "What the fuck is going on?"

Rebecca unconsciously moved closer to Wesker. "Nothing, Coen. Rebecca just nicked her finger and could not see to it herself.

"And why the hell not?"

"What concern is that of yours?" Wesker was getting hot. His temper was rising to dangerous levels.

"You have no right…"

"Stop right there, Billy Coen! I am a big girl and can take care of myself. I don't need you looking out for me! He's right. I can't stomach the taste of blood. So, either grow up or leave us the hell alone!" Rebecca glared from Wesker's side. She may have the words but she still felt safer being as close to him as possible. "You act like he was going to bite my finger off or something!" Billy glared back a short moment before once again stomping to his room.

Wesker was shocked by the vivaciousness in Rebecca's voice. He looked down at her and caught the first blatant signs of the woman she was. He was in love with her more the more time he spent around her. She amazed and intrigued him beyond anything else. He knew she wanted him, too. He could hear, see, smell it. He just was not certain if it was more than lust or not. Can I take that chance? He figured he would have to. She was not the sort to take the first step.

The rest of the evening, Wesker and Rebecca spent almost silently. They ate then cleaned up the kitchen together. Rebecca was constantly glancing at her finger, as was Wesker. She even caught him licking his lips as he did so. He wanted her, too, that much she was certain of. But, like him, she was not sure if that was all there was to it. She wanted desperately to believe there was more. Only problem was, she was not even sure what she felt, how deep her feelings ran. She wanted to believe it was love, but she had nothing to base it against to know for sure.

Rebecca returned to her house about two hours after she had left. She figured that Athena and Chris had made up by then. She had no idea how right she was until she walked into her living room. She had to put her hand on her mouth to stifle the gasp that wanted to erupt loudly from her. Chris and Athena, who was blanketed across Chris, were locked in an intense kiss. Rebecca could see his hands underneath Athena clothes and he, himself, was topless. She was speechless for several long moments. Finally, she got control over herself and cleared her throat, loudly. The other two froze guiltily. Rebecca smirked and crossed her arms. Wesker really was rubbing off on her. "You could take it to the bedroom so I don't have to walk in on it and nearly have a heart attack."

Chris blushed and awkwardly pulled his hands from Athena's clothes. Athena barely tinted pink as she smirked back. "Until you get the courage to face my father, this as close as you're going to get, Missy." Rebecca was almost purple she was so red. She lost her smirk and bit at her lip. Athena rolled her eyes and got off Chris. "Let's do as the lady says, Redfield. I'm not done with you yet." She blew a kiss to Rebecca and pulled Chris down the hall. Rebecca stood where she was as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

"Do you really think she and Wesker have a thing for each other?" Chris asked as he pulled Athena down to the bed with him. She nodded and began sucking on his ear. He quickly forgot about Rebecca, Wesker, Umbrella, and anything else that was not the woman beside him. Athena trailed her mouth from his ear to his shoulder and down his chest. She suckled at his nipples a few minutes before going farther down to his naval. Her mind went to her dream and she knew exactly what she was going to do to him.

Once done with his naval, she moved to his pants. She used her teeth to unfasten the button and pull down the zipper. Chris was panting and watching her with such emotion she felt she could come by that alone. She had never felt so wanted, almost worshipped. Chris soon had to close his eyes as she grazed her teeth across his flesh, through his boxers. He bucked when she slid her tongue inside the front opening. She smirked to herself and pulled the material away.

She slipped the head of his erection into her mouth and sucked, hard. He cried out and bucked again. She pleasured him some more, teasingly, before giving one final long, hard suck. He was panting so hard when she slid up his body, she feared he may not be able to go on. Her fears were thrown to the wind when he flipped them over and quickly stripped her of her clothing. He started at the base of her neck, marking her as his. He trailed kisses on every part of her he could reach. He spent minutes on each breast. Laving and loving it to the fullest. Her nipples were so sensitive it hurt when he touched them.

He descended farther and farther, moving slower and slower. When he finally came to her curls, she was so wet she was dripping. She wanted him, all of him. He could smell the musk of her, taste it before even putting his mouth to it. He swirled his tongue about her clit then delved lower, deeper. He drank from her, making her beg, whimper, cry out for more. He kissed and licked her thighs, hips, ass. Then, he moved upward, back to her mouth. They kissed long and passionately.

While they were locked together by mouth, Athena wrapped her legs about him and shoved him deep inside. Chris was lost in the heat, tightness that was the woman below him. He drove in and out slowly. Athena became needy, wanted more. She had to have him hard, rough. "Fuck me, Chris. I can't take this anymore. Take me and make me yours." He did not need told twice. He slammed into her and she shoved right back. They went at the frenzied pace only moments before she was latching onto his neck and shoulder, marking him as hers alone. The way she bit him made him climax. They both saw bright lights and darkness. The world turned on its axis, tilted farther than it had before. They panted and collapsed together in a heap. Chris eventually pulled from her and situated them under the covers.

Athena smiled sleepily and content. She wrapped her arms around him as she place her head on his chest. She had no intentions of ever letting him go. Little did she know exactly what they had just accomplished together.