A/N: Okay, life once again has gotten away from me. Between my kids, my jobs, training for my marathon and my hubby being sick… it's been hectic to say the least – but I finally managed to get this chapter out.

About the fic and your reviews: Yes, it's moving slowly- but that's my intention for it. I wanted their fist time to be slow and romantic and everything else a first time should be. So be patient with me and the characters and you will be rewarded with lots of fun details.

This chapter moves up in rating… and the next chapter will be even more… ehh… yeah…

Hope you enjoy.


Woody's hands moved down to her shirt line, and he took the bottom of her turquoise tank top into his grasp and slowly pulled it upwards, his fingers skimming her bare skin along the way. He finished pulling it over the top of her head and her long, chestnut curls cascaded down, falling onto her shoulders and back, save one stray lock, which rested on her cheek. Woody tenderly brushed it aside as Jordan reached one hand around her back and unhooked the clasps of her bra in a practiced action that must take women years to master. She hunched her shoulders slightly forward, allowing her bra to slide down her arms before tossing it onto the floor.

With his hand still resting at her cheek, Woody's eyes fell from her own and gradually traveled down her long neck, then took a lingering appraisal of the curves of her breasts. He pleasingly noticed that her desires were also visibly apparent.

"My god, Jordan, you're so beautiful," his words echoing his thoughts.

She smiled softly. "You're not too shabby yourself, Farm Boy," she mused, running her fingers over the chiseled muscles of his torso.

Jordan felt his hand drift down to the small of her back, and he leaned into her, easing them backwards onto the bed. She delighted in the pressure of his body on top of her own. The feeling of his skin as it rubbed against her bare breasts sent shockwaves throughout her.

"Oh, Woody," she called out longingly before he caught her lips in a scorching kiss, his mouth masterfully molding and intertwining itself with hers. Their passionate kisses continued, their tongues searching the depths of each other's mouths, dueling heatedly. Woody's hand wandered slowly down and found her breast, cupping it in his palm, and kneading it gently. His finger traced lazy circles along her silky skin, coming ever closer to her hardened nipples, which he rolled slightly between his fingertips until he heard her breath hitch.

That's three, he noted.


Jordan reveled at the sensation of Woody's touch upon her chest. He began to trail kisses slowly down her neck, to the valley between her breasts, until his warm mouth ultimately came to a stop on her unattended nipple. Her eyes closed and she bit back a whimper of pleasure as she felt a burning sensation go straight to her core. She had spent many sleepless nights fantasying of this very thing, but it had never, even in her wildest dreams, felt this good. Jordan's hands went to his hair, mindlessly running though it.

Woody's tongue flicked at her nipple, teasing it until she arched her back towards him. He appeased her soundless request and took it fully in his mouth, alternately sucking and nipping lightly at it. After a few moments he turned his attention to the opposite side, and his fingers came to where his mouth had been.

Jordan sighed and simply let herself enjoy the moment – content, for once, to remain silent.


Woody was thoroughly enjoying, at long last, discovering Jordan's body. Without hurry he moved down her abdomen. His hands and lips lovingly explored, taking note of the soft curves of her bosom, and the flatness of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her bully button upon reaching it, causing Jordan to giggle and squirm slightly.

"Ticklish?" he asked, raising his head only enough so he could see her smiling face and honeyed eyes.

"Maybe a little," she replied as she stroked his earlobe.

"I'll have to remember that," he teased.

Woody lowered his head again, and traced a trail of kisses along the waistline of her jeans as his fingers undid the button and zipper. Jordan willingly lifted her bottom off of the bed, allowing Woody to slowly slide her jeans and panties down her long legs.

His eyes traveled the length of her, from the curls of her hair spilling onto the pillow beneath her head, down to the pale skin of her toes. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her that very moment, but he was determined to take this slow. It had taken them over four years to get here and now they had nothing to stop them; the roads in and out of the inn were blocked by the snow, the phone lines were down, and, thankfully, the storm had rendered Jordan's damned cell phone useless as well. They had nothing but each other and all night, and Woody wanted their first time together to be everything it should be: slow, tender, passionate, and filled with all of the feelings they'd built up for each other over the years.


Jordan felt Woody's lips touch her ankle, and then move as he created a trail of soft kisses up the length of her lean legs. As he passed her knees his kisses moved inward. Jordan gave a sigh of bliss at the warmth of his mouth on her inner thighs – and an internal groan of frustration when, upon his reaching the spot where she most wanted to be touched he veered to the side and his kisses fell on her hip.

It was time to take matters into her own hands.

She grabbed at his shoulders, pulled him up to her lips, and as their mouths once again met she rolled over so she was now hovering over him.

Passion burned in her and fueled her exploration of his body. Her hands and lips toured the contours of his smooth sculpted body, as if she were trying to forever embed its image upon her memory.

She took her turn of taking one of his nipples into her mouth while one of her hands teased the other.

"Jordan," his voice came out ragged. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

"Oh, you're wrong, Woody. I know exactly what I'm doing," she whispered while her hands moved downward.

She had just passed his breastbone when she felt a small raised piece of skin, her lips moved down to softly kiss the scar where Rigg's bullet had pierced his flesh- and very nearly torn him from her life forever. Even though she had down so countless times since the shooting she said a silent thanks to God, or fate, or whatever, for sparing him.

Her lips gradually moved over the rippling muscles of his stomach, and her fingers found their way to the button of his jeans. She made quick work of undoing the button and zipper, her lips never leaving his body. Woody raised himself slightly off the bed, enabling her to slide his pants and boxers down.

Jordan took a hungry look across the length of his naked form, pleased with what she found.

"Well, Detective," she said with a sly grin, "I'd ask you if you had a gun in your pocket, or if you were just happy to see me… but seeing as you don't have any pockets, I'm pretty sure I know the answer."

"Funny," he said roughly. He skillfully flipped the pair of them over, the bed giving a resounding creak and the headboard thumped against the wall in the process. They both lay there quiet for a short minute, holding their breath, before they began to chuckle softly.

"That was, hmmm… loud," Jordan managed to get out in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, at this rate we're going to wake up the newlyweds next door," Woody whispered.

"Serves 'em right, after keep us up all last night," she murmured back, pressing her body farther towards his and reveling in the sensation of their bare skin upon each other.

Woody caught her lips with his in a fevered kiss, his fingers weaving themselves up in her chestnut curls. He pulled away after a moment, his lips floating just above hers, and his blue eyes full of fire. "Jordan, are you sure?"

She smiled and nodded her head once. "Let's show those kids next door how it's done."