Disclaimer: I still don't own Mort or his sexy body…though I wish I did!

AN: I was kind of in a rush to write this, so please forgive me if anything is messed up. Anyway, here's chapter 10. Hope you enjoy it, because it's rated R (if this sort of thing offends you, please skip the marked section).

Chapter 10: Intimate Moments:

Three Weeks Later, Kayla's POV:

Sitting behind the front desk and rubbing her eyes, Kayla felt a bit proud of herself. Today had been her fifth treatment day with Mort Rainey, and things had gone very well. He was making amazingly huge progress in interacting with her and other members of the staff, and almost everyone seemed to have high hopes for him. Mort's violent outbursts had disappeared, and he now tried to solve his problems with aggressive patients through talking to them and calming them down. In other words, Mort had practically become a changed man.

'Now if only we could get him to stop obsessing over me,' she thought, her eyes still closed as she attempted to relax before resuming her receptionist tasks.

Despite all of her attempts, Mort could not seem to forget about his deep attraction towards her. He still approached her at the desk, a flower or a story in his hands, and would stand and wait to see her reaction to his latest attempts at wooing her. Not only did he give her gifts, but he also seemed to crave physical contact with her. In order to satisfy his need for her touch, Mort would always hold her hands while they were in his treatment sessions. If he hadn't been insane, Kayla would have felt flattered by all of the attention; as it was, it was both charming and frightening. Still, she couldn't get enough of his handsome looks, especially when he tried so hard to look good just for her.

The last thought made her blush. Yes indeed, Mort Rainey was a very good-looking man, despite him being at least fifteen or twenty years older than her. Time hadn't diminished the colors of his tousled blond-brown hair, nor the smooth skin of his face or the lips that looked so kissable. He also had the softest, velvet-like voice that seemed to caress her whenever he spoke. Oh, yes, Mort was a very sexy man in every aspect, and if he weren't insane, she'd go out with him in a heartbeat.

Sighing, Kayla once again turned her attention towards her work, unaware that she was being watched.

That Same Moment: Mort's POV:

Lying down on his bed, Mort stared up at the ceiling, his heart singing in his chest. He had managed to make it through another session with Kayla and another after-treatment session with Dr. Vincent, and all felt right with the world. According to Dr. Vincent, his sessions with Kayla were doing him a great deal of good, and the entire staff felt very optimistic about his getting out within the next few months. Now if only he could do something about Kayla…

Kayla. He groaned. She was the one person in the world that made him whole, the one who completed his world and set him on fire whenever she looked at, spoke to, or walked by him. There was nothing Mort wanted so badly to do than drag her to his room and ravish her in his bed, but he knew she'd never allow that to happen. He had to be patient, he had to get better, and, most importantly, he had to sweep her off her feet.

There was only one small problem: how long could he fight his lust before he gave in to it?

The Next Week: Kayla's POV:

In her opinion, there's nothing worse than getting up early on a Monday morning. Well, except perhaps getting up early on a Monday morning when it's pointless to do so, like on a holiday. Either way, getting up early on Mondays are pure torture…especially when you wake up and realize that you don't have anything decent to wear to work that day.

"Shit!" she yelled, going through her closet. "I knew I should have done my laundry this weekend!"

Or was it technically last weekend? Oh, well, it didn't matter; the point was that she had no 'professional' clothes to wear to work today, probably even for the rest of the week! Well, she'd just have to make today Laundry Day instead.

'Yeah, I'd better do that…can't wear stinky clothes to work, or wear something that's too casual,' she thought, hurriedly moving hangers of clothes across the rack.

Unfortunately, casual tops were the only things she had available; short-sleeved tops, tank tops, even the occasional tube top, but nothing she could wear to work and get away with. She'd already done that once, and Holly had nearly had a fit when she'd worn a green tank top and a filmy black shell over it. It had been dubbed "inappropriate," and even though she hadn't been in a lot of trouble or been made to change, she promised never to wear that sort of thing again. Today, however, Kayla really didn't have a choice: it was make something casual "professional," or go to work topless.

"And I doubt that the boss will like that idea," she muttered, once again going through her clothes.

Finally, she came across a red top that seemed appropriate for work, and would go well with her knee-length black skirt. It was a red material that had gold embroidery all over it, and was fairly elegant, but still casually professional. It was like a tank top, but it had filmy short sleeves that were about an inch wide. It was sort of tight on her (she'd accidentally bought it a size too small), but it would still look appropriate on all of the right spots…hopefully. Oh, well, beggars can't be choosers.

By the time she had showered, dressed, and had breakfast, she was running twenty minutes late. Fortunately, there was no traffic and she skidded into the building about two minutes late for work, with no one the wiser of her late arrival.

Or so she thought, anyway.

Mort's POV:

The moment Kayla showed up in a fantastically elegant outfit of short skirt and red top, Mort felt his groin tighten. She'd never worn something like that to work before! Was she trying to temp him into becoming more forward in his desire for her? Could she want something more…intimate…than what they'd been doing before?

Smiling to himself, Mort managed to control his hormones and focus on the treatment session coming up that afternoon. After that…well…he'd have to wait and see what happened.

That Afternoon, Kayla's POV:

Once again, it was time for Mort's treatment session, and Kayla was fairly nervous about this one. In her hurry to get dressed for work, she'd completely forgotten that today was a session with Mort, and she was beginning to doubt her choice in clothing. After all, Mort might get the wrong idea about her attire, but it was too late to do anything about it. She'd just have to wait and see where today went.

Taking a deep breath, Kayla walked into the treatment room to find Mort standing by the window. His head quickly turned around and his jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw her. Kayla couldn't stop herself from blushing, so she looked away, quickly taking a seat at the table. Mort immediately followed her example. After a brief moment of awkward silence, Kayla began asking questions that the nurses had prepped her for that morning: primarily questions about his likes and dislikes, all perfectly normal questions that help him open up to people.

All in all, it was a fairly interesting session; Kayla learned all about Mort's favorite foods, movies, books, and music, and it was an odd mix of every genre imaginable. Mort Rainey was a fascinating man, indeed, and she felt oddly comfortable in his presence. That relaxed feeling vanished when he turned the tables and asked what she liked in return. She answered honestly, but felt uncomfortable when she realized that he seemed to hang on to every word that passed her lips, almost as though he were filing the information away in the back of his mind for later use. Kayla suddenly felt anxious for the session to end.

When the nurses came in to end the session and escort Mort back to his room, Kayla let out a huge sigh of relief. Trying to get rid of the icky feeling inside her, she headed for the front desk to grab a soda, hoping that the sugar would pep her up a bit.

An hour later: Mort's POV:

Lying on his bed, Mort mentally went over everything that Kayla had told him that afternoon in their session. Did she not realize that they had many of the same tastes in things like food and music? It was like one of those 15-minute dates that were so popular these days: he got to know her, and she him in a quick conversation. She even wanted to be a writer! They could travel the world together, see everything in a new light…it would be a truly magical experience.

'But she'll never want to be with me until I get better,' he thought, disappointment shooting through his heart. 'She'll never let me hold her, touch her.'

Unless…

A smile quirked the corners of his mouth as he leaped from his bed and out the door of his room, searching for the object of his desires.

Kayla's POV:

Making her way down a side hallway, Kayla mentally went over the afternoon's chat with Mort. He was a nice guy, very handsome and courteous, and a good conversationalist, but he was also insane.

'So the doctors say,' retorted a voice in the back of her head. 'But he hasn't done anything extremely dangerous, right?'

'He's attacked numerous patients!' she said back. 'Tell me that's not an insane action!'

'It's not really insane, considering "normal" people do it all the time,' snapped the voice. 'I believe it's called "road rage,' honey. I'm sure you've heard of it. And he only acted out because he thought people were trying to hurt or insult you somehow.'

Well, she couldn't argue with that. "Sane" people tended to act out their rage in public all the time, but they were sent to jail, not the mental ward! However, Kayla felt that Mort was a nice guy, despite all of his previous actions, and felt awful about him being in a situation she felt he didn't deserve. Sighing, she made her way past the supply closet before she heard it open and was dragged inside.

Rated R Moment: Kayla's POV:

Kayla heard the door lock as she was forced up against the wall. Whirling around, her eyes managed to get a glimpse of Mort right before he pressed his body against hers. She gasped at the intimate contact, her hands instinctively going up to try and push him away. It didn't work. Instead, her hands pressed against amazingly hard muscle…he was actually very well built underneath his robe and loose clothes, though how he got that way, she didn't know.

She gasped again as his arms came up and pressed his palms against the white wall, one arm on each side of her head, preventing her escape. Looking up into his eyes, she saw them turn pitch-black in the dim light of the room, the orbs focusing hard on her face. One of his hands dropped from the wall and began caressing her face, gently stroking the skin before grabbing her head and pulling it towards his own. Closing her eyes, she felt his lips crash harshly against hers, his tongue forcefully snaking into her mouth to taste her.

She moaned, enjoying the first kiss she'd ever experienced in her life. It was hot and hard and passionate, showing the emotions of the man behind it. Kayla felt Mort aggressively slide his hands up her sides, going underneath her shirt and under her bra. Hot fingertips began to rub her chest, and that's what snapped her back. Kayla opened her eyes and raised her hands, grabbing Mort's wrists to pull them away from her body; she only moderately succeeded, wrestling his hands away from her chest, but he quickly trapped her arms against the wall with his own.

"Don't fight me, baby," he whispered into her ears. "Please, just let me love you like you deserve."

Kayla gasped when she felt his hands under her skirt, pulling it up and then moving downwards to remove her underwear. She tried pulling free, but the moment he dropped her undergarments to the floor, Mort grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, effectively pinning her against the wall with his hips as his lips descended on her, nipping where the neck met the shoulder. She groaned when she felt him kiss the sensitive area, a jolt suddenly going through her body. Mort moaned in response and ground his hips against hers.

Feeling his erection through the thin layer of his pants, Kayla gasped in surprise and fear. She'd never been with a man before, and being taken by a mentally unstable man was not how she wanted her first time to be! She struggled against him, but the friction caused by her movements not only (unintentionally) encouraged Mort, but furthered her growing desire as well by him grinding even harder against her.

Groaning in defeat, Kayla decided to give in and let Mort do what he wanted. After all, would it really be that bad to have a handsome man do it with her in a closet? It was rather naughty of her, but somehow, she didn't care.

Mort's POV:

Upon hearing her sigh and feeling her body relax against his, Mort took it as a sign of encouragement and reached down to undo the ties to his robe and further in to undo his pants. An instant later, both garments were on the floor and Mort was pushing himself into his angel's body. He could feel her stiffen, but ignored it in order to focus on bringing them both as much pleasure as possible. From the tight feeling around him, Mort knew that she was a virgin and that he had to take it slow…very slow…at least at first…

The first few moments were agony for them both: Kayla for obvious reasons and Mort because he wanted nothing more than to ravish her so hard they left marks on the wall. Still, Mort was able to control his thrusts until he heard Kayla moan and felt her move her hips, wanting more. He felt her kiss his neck and she felt him become harder as he quickened his thrusts inside her. Both moaned in pleasure, and Mort tightly gripped her thighs with his hands. Kayla groaned at the strong physical contact and tightened her leg-grip around his waist.

Feeling the encouragement, Mort growled and proceeded to aggressively pin her against the wall with his body and his hips. Small whimpers and cries of pleasure came from Kayla's lips, and Mort knew he had to silence her before someone heard them. Covering her lips with his, Mort continued to quicken his forceful thrusts, needing her to come with him. Angling his hips, he took her at a new angle, causing her to quickly come to her release. Feeling her grip him, Mort eagerly tumbled after her, falling into pleasure he'd never thought possible outside of Heaven.

End of Rated R moment

Kayla's POV:

Feeling Mort release her lips, Kayla began panting to regain her breath. She was still pinned against the wall by a very sweaty Mort Rainey, but she let him hold her since he was the only thing keeping her upright. His blond head was resting on her right shoulder, his breath hot as he tried to regain his bearings. She felt him softly kiss her neck before sliding his hands down to caress her legs and rear end.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he whispered into her ear. He sounded horrified at the idea, and Kayla rushed to reassure him.

"No, I'm alright," she whispered back.

She wanted to pat his head or something, but was unable to move. All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep; she hadn't expected sex to be so exhausting, but then, this had been her first time. Sighing, Kayla leaned her head back and closed her eyes for a brief moment to try and get enough energy to make it through the day.

"You're beautiful," Mort softly said, a hand caressing her face.

Kayla opened her eyes and looked into his. He looked so blissfully tired and so at peace that she was immediately stunned. Could she have done that to him? It seemed so unreal that she had to look twice to make sure that she was right about his present contentment.

"Kayla?" he asked, looking at her with concern. "Are you alright?"

She blinked at him for a moment. "I'm fine," she replied. "Just tired."

Mort smiled. "I guess I overdid it," he said, stroking her face with his fingers. "I didn't mean to be so rough with you our first time."

"It's okay," she said, giving him a small smile. "But I have to get back to work and you need to…well, go back to whatever you do during this time of day."

"Writing," he said, nuzzling her neck. "Writing about you and how much you mean to me."

Kayla blushed and lowered her legs from around his hips. She felt him slide out of her as he pulled back, reaching down to redo the laces on his pants as she looked around for her underwear. Once the two of them had straightened themselves out, Kayla reached for the doorknob. A hand around her waist stopped her exit.

"Tell me you liked it."

It was a request, a plea, and she felt compelled to answer.

"I liked it very much, Mort." The arm around her waist tightened as he held her tighter, her back pressing against his chest. She turned around to look him in the eye, and smiled. He smiled back.

"I'm glad." He gave her a quick, loving kiss on the lips and hugged her tightly.

"I have to go now, Mort, but I'll see you again soon, okay?"

"Okay."

He let her go and watched as she slipped out the door and down the hallway towards the front desk.

Mort's POV:

A few minutes after watching Kayla slip away towards her job, Mort checked to be sure that no one had seen her leave. Once he was sure, he, too, slipped out of the closet and down the hallway towards his room, fully intent on capturing the day on paper; it was simply too wonderful not to write down, and he needed to get every detail down as soon as possible.

As he opened his door, he froze. If he wrote it down and people read it, he would be forced to stay here longer because his treatments weren't working. At best, people would think he'd been hallucinating intimate situations about Kayla. Worst case scenario: people would think he'd raped Kayla and had written it down as a 'consensual' thing.

No, Mort knew he had to keep their encounter a secret. He wanted many more secret rendezvous in the future, and in order for that to happen, he had to hide this first one as best he could. He would never let any one or any thing come between him and his beloved, no matter what. From this day forward, Kayla was his in every way possible, for she had allowed him to claim her in the most intimate manner, and that had bound he to him. No one else was going to get his hands on her.

He would die before he let anything like that happen.

AN: Whew, that was intense, wasn't it? I hoped that people liked it. I could write an NC-17 version, but given how slow the previous ones are taking, it's probably not going to happen; guess you'll just have to use your imaginations, huh? Anyway, please show your support by reviewing! Thanks!