A/N: You all love me. Admit it.

Hope this was worth the wait. Remember, can't write a love scene to save my life. And go.

By the way, is it plagiarism if you plagiarize yourself? Just a question.

Calleigh knelt on her bed, facing Ryan, who hovered in the doorway to her bedroom. She stared up at him, seeing his hesitation, and once again reconsidered her decision. Maybe he wasn't that into her; she was the one who kept taking the initiative with their relationship. She asked him out. She brought him back to her apartment. She kissed him. Now he was unwilling to even take a step into her bedroom. She wished he would take the upper hand, just once. She was going crazy, fighting down old insecurities she thought she had buried a long time ago.

She had never been more confused. She'd kissed him, but he had kissed her back. She'd asked him if he thought they should wait, and he said they'd waited long enough. But he wouldn't cross the threshold into her room.

Men.

She took a deep breath and struggled to keep the smile on her face. "Listen, Ryan…" she said, but she couldn't figure out how to finish that sentence.

She didn't have to. Ryan crossed the distance from her door to her bed in approximately three steps. He put his hands behind her thighs and flipped her onto her back. He straddled her hips and her wrists above her head, effectively pinning her to the bed. He leaned down and kissed her, pushing her into the mattress, still gripping her arms. He pulled away to trail kisses across her collarbone, leaving a perfect trail of moisture. Calleigh felt her pulse quicken. Each brush of his lips against her skin sent a bolt of energy right down her middle. There was a flash of heat below her belt. She found she liked this side of Ryan.

"Calleigh," Ryan said in between kisses, "if you don't want to do this, tell me now." He placed a kiss at the hollow of her throat and she moaned before she could stop herself. "Because I don't think I'll be able to control myself much longer. I don't think I'll be able to stop."

She didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him towards her until their lips met in another fiery kiss. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, managing to undo them with luck rather than accuracy, as her brain was beginning to fog over.

His eyes had darkened, and he was grinning as she struggled to remove his shirt. "Gator bait?" he asked. He released her wrists so that she could slide his shirt off his shoulders.

She nodded, breathless, as he slipped his hands underneath the hem of her shirt. She shivered. "From your first day, remember?"

He laughed softly and rid herself of her shirt in one swift motion, nearly ripping the collar in the process. "I remember," he said. He leaned to the side and deposited her shirt on the floor with his own. "I remember everything you say to me."

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really?" But her voice faltered on the last word as she felt him tugging at the cups of her bra.

"Oh, yeah," he said. He slid the straps down her shoulders and pressed a light kiss to her shoulder blade. "I was commenting on the nickname."

"What about it?" She reached for his belt buckle and accidentally brushed against his erection as she did so. He sucked in a sharp breath and bucked his hips. She couldn't help but smile as he bit his bottom lip in what was surely an attempt to maintain control. "I'll have you know I give nicknames to everyone at the lab."

He took a deep, steadying breath and quite suddenly unhooked her bra with one finger. "You do?" He dipped his head forward and ran his tongue from her navel, along the valley between her breasts, to her throat, pausing for a moment to lightly suck on the skin. She gasped and arched into him. "Like what?"

Her mind was fuzzy, but she was still lucid. Simply amazing, how they were able to maintain a semi-intelligent conversation while ripping each other's clothes off. "What do you mean?"

His hands burrowed underneath her and pulled her to him. She whimpered as her nipples came into contact with his bare chest, but he swallowed her whimper as his mouth once again came crashing down on hers. He ended the kiss by lightly sucking on her bottom lip. He was grinning when he pulled away. "The nicknames. Like…what's H's nickname?"

It took her a moment to remember what they were talking about, mostly because one of Ryan's hands had worked its way around her body. He was very, very good with his hands. "Um… H-Bomb."

Ryan laughed again, his fingers busy with her breast. "I like that. 'H-Bomb.' You actually call him that?"

Calleigh snaked a hand between them so that she could brush against the bulge in his pants again. She smiled as he shuddered, and his hand immediately stilled. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Only when he's not around," she said against his mouth. She kissed him again.

They were moving too slowly for Calleigh's taste. She attacked his belt buckle once more, not bothering to be gentle as she yanked the belt from the loops and tossed it across the room. That seemed to be the catalyst that got Ryan moving, and in the next moment they were both frantically trying to remove the remainder of each other's clothing. Pants, socks, shoes, underwear got tossed aside like garbage. She couldn't be sure, but the lamp may have been knocked from her bedside table in the melee.

As soon as they were both undressed, Ryan lowered her to the mattress once more. He hovered above her, his arms shaking with the effort. His eyes caressed her form, taking in every inch of her, and he gave her a look that was both possessive and helpless. His pupils had dilated so much that his eyes were black instead of the smoky gray color they had been, and he seemed to have lost all control over his body. But she knew what he was doing. He was asking for permission to continue. She gave it to him with a whimper of ecstasy that she couldn't contain, and in one swift motion, he was inside her.

He began to move, and she ceased to think. She could barely remember her own name, but she definitely remembered Ryan's. It came out as a breathless whisper that seemed to fuel his desire all the more. He increased his pace, and she matched his thrusts without even fully realizing what she was doing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back, driving him deeper inside of her, and to prevent herself from crying out at the assault of new sensations that action brought down on her, she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

It wasn't long – she knew it wouldn't be, as aroused as she was, as long as she'd waited for this – before they were both gasping for breath. She tried to hold on as long as she could, lost in the feeling of being so intimately joined with Ryan, but she couldn't hold back much longer. She came first, a long breathy moan that tore itself from her throat as her nails dug into his back. He managed a few more thrusts before he climaxed, too.

She came back to herself slowly, gasping for breath, dimly aware that Ryan had collapsed on top of her. They were still joined physically; she was too exhausted to separate from him. Instead, she lost herself in the dark steel color of his eyes. Ryan smiled at her, then reached up and combed his fingers through her hair; the gesture was so tender that it made Calleigh's heart ache. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, and she murmured his name into his mouth.

He pulled back to look at her, and she immediately knew that the closest she could be to Ryan would never be close enough. His eyebrows were raised in silent question, but what that question was supposed to be, Calleigh had no idea. He started to roll off her, but she tightened her legs around his waist, holding him inside.

"Calleigh," he said, his tone amused, "you have to give me a few minutes here."

She smiled, gently running the tips of her fingers along the crescent-shaped wound her teeth had made. "Just…stay. For a minute."

His face became serious. "I'll stay forever if you'll let me."

She knew he meant it. And her heart soared.