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"Ross…" she slowly whispered, enamored with the whole situation.

He wiped the tear that threatened to fall at the corner of her eye, "Shhh… Just for one last time, Rach. Let's follow our hearts…"

Without hesitation, she nodded.

That was it… his sincerity, his genuineness… He accepted her for who she was, and who she wanted to be… and so did she. Though they both knew that fulfilling their dream of being together was next to impossible, that didn't stop them from loving each other... and they had one last night to physically express it to one another.

Chapter 8

He kissed her once more…

Passion. Lust. Love. Years of anticipation rewarded by a moment so intimate, it left breathless at every pause.

Finally, they parted. Drowned with the scent of passion, Ross refused to open his eyes and rested his lips at the nape of her neck.

Rachel opened her eyes, drunk too with the intoxicating feeling of ardor surrounding them. "Honey," a word she wanted to say for so long.

Suddenly they felt like being in another dimension, another world which was sorrounded with freedom. Limitations happily disappeared.

He smiled upon hearing her sweet remark and looked up at her, "Yeah?"

"I haven't had sex since I left for Paris," she started to make fun of herself, "and my hormones are driving me ballistic."

He chuckled. It wasn't something he wanted to hear after a heart-wrenching situation... but hearing her desperation made him want her more.

In an instant, he cupped her face and rewarded her with an intense kiss. And at that instant, Catherine was completely deleted from his thoughts.

He kissed her lips, then the nape of her neck, tasting her beads of sweat.

She reclined onto the couch, placing herself beneath him.

He pressed himself against her, making her softly moan his name. From her neck, his lips trailed down to her chest while unbuttoning the long sleeves she had on. Then his hands went beneath her back and ran down to her bottom, at the same time unzipping her skirt.

She was in heaven.

Trying to release the pleasure she felt, she grasped onto his hair in a painless manner, saying his name over and over again.

He was happy to please her… but by the time his lips reached her lower region, the combination of passion, love, lust and desire was too much not to explode. Rachel fought hard not to scream; he fought hard not to ruin the art of love making. He always knew that sex was different from making love… and with Rachel, it was never having sex. Yet their time spent apart made him want her crazily… and it was difficult not to express it.

Ross finally picked her up, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Their lips were glued to one another and it was difficult not to stumble upon anything.

When they reached his bedroom, Ross pressed her against the door as it shut loud. Rachel chuckled, telling him that might wake up their little angel in the other room.

He smiled, thinking of how his dream could happen- even just for one night. In one house, they were all there. Emma was asleep in her room, while her parents made love in 'theirs.'

Escaping the sadness that would soon follow his thought, Ross went back to Rachel.

While he kissed her, she managed to unbutton his shirt… thank God they were both in button downs. She caressed his shoulders, his arms and his chest. Eventually, the button led her down to his pants.

Memories filled her mind while undressing him… Ross was always 'up and about' when they were both ready to make love.

Hungry for each other, she decided to finally unbutton his pants. They stopped kissing and Rachel laid her feet down from Ross' waist so he could properly remove his jeans.

She laughed, seeing the bulge in his cotton boxers. He glared at her, finally giving up to the slothfulness of the situation. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed, positioning himself on top of her. He removed her undergarments, leaving her stripped naked beneath him.

Before anything else, he grabbed a condom inside the drawer of his nightstand and nervously attempted to open it.

Rachel chuckled at the sight of it and helped him. When they succeeded, he removed his boxers and placed the condom.

Her eyes were fixated on his. Before doing anything else, he kissed her and whispered, "I love you."

Moaning as she felt him slowly enter, she made known to the world, "I love you too."