John and Elizabeth sat at the table in the kitchen. The low hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock filled the silence between them. John had his hands on the table; Elizabeth had hers in her lap.

It was done. They were married. John had always thought (when it had randomly struck him in the dead of the night when he was alone and couldn't sleep) that if he were to ever marry, there would be much use of the term 'fucking like rabbits'.

But that's not how it was at all.

He twisted the gold band on his left ring finger another turn. Funny, it fit perfectly. He hadn't forgotten the premonition they'd shared; something about this ring had proved its self to be made for him even if it had shocked the living shit out of both of them. Constantine couldn't help but wonder about it.

There were signs too. The ink drawing of St. Elizabeth of Schonau was the first. She had been a Benedictine abbess who was a gifted mystic, had been known for her prophecies.

On his right was Elizabeth Alder…well, Elizabeth Constantine now… who wasn't a well known anything, but had visions, premonitions, and just happened to be telepathic. Gee, Heaven was so subtle.

Or maybe God was making a few over due corrections and had given John something he'd never had. His gaze flicked to her. She sat, eyes cast down on her hands. She was twisting the band around her finger slowly, too. Constantine thought for a moment then focused.

Elizabeth? Nothing happened. She continued to sit there. She had her shields cranked way high.

John leaned back in his chair. Was there going to be a magic moment or not? Chaz had said there was a time constraint, but did he mean finding the girl or something else? What if they went and battled the angels, catching them off-guard and finishing it that way, avoiding the sex all together? They had to be cut off from God, if all this was true. God had to know Andrew's plan.

And if God knew Andrew plan… then all this was a setup. A plot to ensnare John in a sham marriage and ruin a poor girl's purity for no reason. Kid with an ant farm? More like ultimate practical joker!

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." John muttered aloud.

"What, John?" Elizabeth asked. He'd forgotten he wasn't alone like normal, not just talking out loud to just himself.

"Nothing." Constantine shook his head. He looked over at her. She was looking at him, a mix of concern and fear. He started to study her. She was pretty in a normal way: great eyes, great hair, and great mouth. A nice ass he'd already stared at when they'd met the second time. He swallowed and let himself leer, trying to see if that would get this moving.

She had a waist that wasn't tiny, but he could wrap his hands around it. He'd found that out earlier. Her rack was large, definitely not porn star huge, but naturally big. The t-shirt she was wearing set it off. He licked his lips unconsciously. There. A flicker of desire down deep jumped.

He tried. He tried hard, thinking of her in strange sexual positions. Then put her in bondage. A few darker scenarios followed. Everything he thought of was empty. Hollow. He could not see this girl in any of those fantasies. John's mind strayed back to the images of them in bed. He let his mind run a bit, still staring at her. The story ran more and the desire began to grow.

Then she did something odd: She got up. Constantine shook his head, jarred from the mental fantasies. "What?"

Elizabeth walked down the long room slowly. He could hear her bare feet on the hardwood floor. Soft, light steps. It quickened his pulse. That was new. He saw her glance over her shoulder and look back at him. The florescent lights of the city danced on the highlights of her hair, the curve of her face framed by her tresses. She continued on until she reached the sleeping area.

She turned around and faced him, standing at the foot of his bed. Looking at him.

Elizabeth was initiating.

Oh God. Was all John could think. It had been so long since a woman had picked him, not the other way around, and had asked him to go to bed. Half-breed demons didn't count; they were corrupted and greedy in getting their own out of the deal. A live human woman was a whole other concept for him. One that hadn't come along in so many years he'd forgotten the feelings of it.

Constantine put his hands on the table and pushed himself up from the chair. Slowly he walked the same path, down the long room, eyes never leaving hers. To her credit, she never flinched or looked away. In a long blink of an eye, he was in front of her.

"I take it, it can't be undone or given back."

"I know."

"You know, but are you sure?"

"Yes." Her words hit him directly like a punch to the chest. He held still, trying not to show it. He could see the fear at the edges of her eyes, sharp. "I don't want to go through life not knowing."

Constantine furrowed his brow, looking deeper into her eyes. "There could be someone else. Someone better then me."

"No one is better then you, John." Another strike to his heart, cracking the protective barrier. No one had ever had his number like Elizabeth did. The air was heavy around them, between them, electric.

Her hands were raised, undoing the tie around his neck. John felt the spark speed down his entire body and smack into his soul. Her fingers undid the knot then pulled it loose, sliding it down and away. She dropped it on the floor at her feet.

It was killing him. He realized suddenly he was breathing as hard as if he had run five miles. All he could do was stand there, watching, riveted as she pulled his shirt un-tucked. His body seemed to lean towards her of its own volition as her hands undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one slowly, till she'd reached the bottom of the row. Her hands were just above the spot that ached the worst.

She seemed to know, or to feel it, and she let her fingers linger on the last button. He ground his teeth against the moan that tried to escape as her hands moved north of the border, pushing his shirt open and exposing his chest.

Constantine so wanted to grab her hands and grind his crotch against her palms. He was shaking with the effort of holding back. Thoughts of not being able to go through with this became worse then the thoughts he'd faced as he was dying of cancer.

Elizabeth pulled the shirt free, sliding it down off the front of his shoulders, slid it down his arms. Any time her skin touched his a blossom of heat exploded in the spot. Then his shirt was off, puddle on the floor over his tie.

Her hands whispered down his chest, down the line of his torso. John nearly screamed. How could she be doing so much to him with so little! No whore, no half-breed demon had ever done anything that caused such a reaction in him. He started to reach out, to grab her and take her, but found he couldn't yet. Not yet.

His hands hung empty in the air. John had to let her come to him.

Then it got excruciating. Her fingers brushed his waist through the fabric of his pants. He almost howled. Every minute inch of him was alive, enflamed, aware. He was having trouble focusing, trying to keep his head above it all. Elizabeth was undoing his belt. Oh God, let her hands stray lower! Constantine felt the leather slide free of the loops and hit the floor with a dull thud.

He felt like he could almost read her mind; predict what she was going to do next. Almost as if he were telling her what to do next. He heard the swirl of air as her hands moved towards the zipper, realizing they weren't on the same level.

"Wait." He hissed, forcing himself to stabilize enough so he could think. Elizabeth looked up at him, her hands half way between them. Steeling himself, John reached over and placed his hands to her sides and let them slide down. Elizabeth reacted, her eyes squeezing shut, shaking. He felt her body try to jump at his. Good. Taking up the hem of her t-shirt he pulled it upwards, slowly, then over her head and off. Dropped it on top of his.

The air hit her skin and she flushed. John stared. There had been nothing under the shirt. He'd been expecting a bra, but nothing was there, except her delicate bare breasts.

"Damn." He whispered shakily, not expect this at all. His blood screamed in his veins, rushing to the appropriate areas. It was a long moment before he could pry his eyes away and look back to her face. She was looking at him, the fear back in her eyes.

"They're…" he started but saw the fear grow more in her eyes. He stopped. Rephrased him self. "You're gorgeous." He said softly to her, watching as the fear disappeared instantly. Their eyes were still locked as he brought his hand up slowly, carefully, and cupped her right breast. It was full, and round, and heavy in his hand. He groaned then and realized she did as well.

Squeezing gently, he let go and slid his hand upwards, along the side of her neck, then to cup the underside of her jaw. Together they stepped forward. Hotly, their mouths crushed together, each trying to posses the others. The rest of the remaining clothing flew off in a blur, joining the pile.

Then it was down to hands on flesh, rubbing and pressing skin, desperately seeking to keep the contact while they continued to kiss the hell out of each other. Just as suddenly they were pressed together and somewhere in the dim haze of his conscious, John felt himself pressed between them, up against her stomach.

"Oh fuck." He moaned, his voice shaking. Instantly he grabbed her hands and pulled them up. Throwing her arms around his neck, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed Elizabeth down onto his bed. John ground his hips against hers, his body screaming, aching, and needing. He knew hers was doing the same, felt the heat rise off her skin in waves. She was gasping softly, over and over, trying to keep up with him.

Constantine kept grinding, but slowed down, drawing it out. It was prolonging their agony, but he didn't care. For the first time in his life sex wasn't about him. Elizabeth was responding, drawing her nails down the skin of his back, and running her fingers through his hair. He bowed his head and caught a delicate pink nipple with his tongue, slowly closed his mouth around it and sucked. She arched her back hard then, almost right out of his arms. He continued to suck and mouth her breast for an endless moment.

"John… please…" she whispered, trembling so hard he finally noticed it over his own trembling. He looked down at her, found her eyes begging. Without a sound he laid her down to the mattress again, his hand brushing the inside of her thigh softly. He brushed it again, upwards this time and continued up enough until his palm was flat against the center of heat between her legs.

They both moaned loud then. It was really all he could do then not to throw her legs wide and ram him self home. Somehow, some way, he was able to maintain enough clear thought to not ruin all this. He moved quickly, his finger dipping slow and careful inside of her.

Constantine nearly bit clear through his lips. There had never been something as hot and as tight as that in the history of the world. And it was his. All his. He tasted copper suddenly and realized he had split the inside of his lip. He blinked his vision clear enough and looked down.

Elizabeth was writhing underneath him, in what looked to be terrible agony. She needed this as much as he did. There was no putting it off now; they'd gotten to the edge and had to jump.

He crawled completely over her, slowly easing his weight on top of her body. She whimpered, her hands flying to his back, endlessly rubbing and clawing his skin. It jarred him and he had to stop a second to regain his thoughts.

He got his mouth to her ear and spoke. "Elizabeth." She cried out against him, but nodded. "When I say so, I want you to drop your shields." Her eyes flew open and she looked up into his.

"What?"

"I want you to drop your shields." He left no room for questioning. She searched his eyes then seemed to understand. Slowly he positioned himself, gently pulled her legs up and around his waist. She locked herself around him instinctively. He smirked to himself. Some things you couldn't learn; you just already knew them.

John felt like he did when he was crossing the invisible seam between the Hell reality and this reality. Like he was standing on a cliff, about to jump, and had one chance to connect. Tenderly he pushed the strands of her hair away from her face and neck, brushing them back over her shoulder. He was still poised, pressed to her entry.

"Drop them." He commanded softly. At the same time he dropped his own, feeling the blinding white presence of her purity come up against him like a brick wall. It dazzled his inner sight but he'd prepared for it.

Crushing his mouth to hers in an act of absolute possession, he pushed himself inside her with a firm and steady thrust. Constantine felt himself roar into her mouth as the blinding white light totally engulfed and entered him. It was much like how time stopped when he caught the vibration of Hell's gateway. But time didn't stop. The blinding light winked out instantly like an extinguished flame, forever gone. Suddenly he could see again.

Looking down, John found himself wrapped so tightly around Elizabeth, his arms around her body, his fingers tangled deep in her hair. She was around him just as tightly, her legs locked around his waist, her fingernails dug into the skin that stretched over his shoulder blades. They'd both held their breaths. Just two things were different.

He was buried deep within her body and she was no longer a virgin.

Their eyes met. Constantine slowly smiled down at her, his face spreading into a grin. Elizabeth slowly grinned back as he broke into a laugh. She joined him before their mouths once again sought the other out and came together. They enjoyed each other for a while, he letting her adjust to him, she teasing the hell of out him by squeezing her legs tightly around him.

John broke off. "You're a tease, you know." She grinned up at him wickedly. "All right. My turn." He moved a bit, getting a better angle and slowly thrust into her. She hissed, arching a bit against him.

"Oh God…" she moaned.

"If you're going to call a name, make it mine." He gently nipped her ear, nuzzled his face to her neck, and continued on. They didn't need too much before they were at the frenzied level again. Constantine groaned, his mouth kissing or biting anything he could reach. She had one of his nipples between the pads of her fingers and was torturing him.

He was close, probably more then she. The haze and the heat swam before his eyes. John could honestly say there was nothing better then a being a virgin's first lover. His mind started to wonder on the ramifications of this, not realizing his hand was straying down her side, crossing up and over her thigh and coming between them.

"John!" she squeaked, pulling him back. He realized where his hand was.

"Ohhhh." He grinned down at her, catching her mouth with his own then pulled away, speeding all his movements up. "Trust me, you'll love this." He could tell she was by the way she was tensed against him. Suddenly she screamed and Constantine felt he could barely move inside of her, and the heat of them engulfed him.

With a scream of his own, Constantine found his release. His climax blew him away, blew his mind to a level he'd never been to. It felt almost like he imagined Heaven would feel. It continued on and he never wanted to leave. He knew his body was below him somewhere; felt his body move a bit, no longer under his control.

Then he felt Elizabeth's hand slide up over his shoulder, down his back. He felt the ring on her finger touch his skin. And then there was no more thought, no more consciousness.