Author's Note: Okay for whatever reason those web links don't show up. Sorry guys, you just have to settle for your imagination on the previous chapter. Now where were we? Oh yeah…P.S. warning, extremely sexual situation ahead.

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Sara sat tucked under Connor's arm in the cab on the way home. His left arm was on her shoulders, the fingers of his hand entwined with hers. She leaned her head back against his chest and listened to his heart beat, letting out a content sigh. Connor brushed some of her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

The cab pulled to a stop in front of their apartment building. Sara got out and waited while Connor paid the driver. She removed her sandals and stood barefoot on the sidewalk. Turning around Connor looked at her bare feet, her shoes, and then her face.

"You try wearing heels."

He just smiled. "Come here." He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her around his neck, her shoes dangling from her fingers. He leaned his forehead against hers. "I love ya."

"I know."

"And I wish ya would say that ya loved me…"

Sara continued to smile, but her eyes became sad. "I know and I'm sorry. But Connor, please don't ruin it. This night has been perfect so far."

"Alright." Connor nodded. "Alright. But only because it's yer birthday."

"Thank you." She hugged him tightly, her body pressed completely against his. Sara realized that something was pressing into her thigh. She pulled back. "Um Connor either you've got something in your pocket or I really did take it too far with that whole cake thing."

"Wha'?" Connor looked down. "Oh right. I almost forgot." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small blue box. "This is yer official gift, from me."

Sara took the box tentatively, almost afraid of what she might find. It looked like the type of jewelry box one put a ring into. But come, on after only a month? She hadn't even said that she loved him yet. Yes, he made her feel like she had never felt before, but to be honest she still had some doubts.

It wasn't a ring. She let out a huge mental sigh. It was a necklace, nothing elaborate or fancy. It was just a small white gold cross on a white gold chain. She pulled it out and let it dangle from her fingers. "Connor, it's beautiful."

"Here, let me." Connor took it and stepped behind her. Sara brushed her hair aside so he could drape it around her neck and clasp it. It nestled quite comfortably in the valley just above her breast. He kissed the back of her neck and rested his chin on her shoulder, his arms wrapped snuggle around her waist once more. "I'm glad ya like it. I wondered if maybe it was too simple."

Sara touched her fingers to the cross. "No," shaking her head causing her newly shorn hair to brush and tickle his face. "It's perfect. This whole evening has been perfect. You've been perfect. Thank you." She untangled herself from Connor's arms and went up the few steps to the door. "You coming?"

Connor followed her into the building and up the stairs. They made rather slow progress because Connor kept grabbing Sara and kissing her. By the time they got the apartment Sara was in a permanent state of giggles.

"Connor," she twisted her head trying to avoid his lips while at the same time trying to unlock the door. "This lock is bad enough on its own. But with you doing tha-ah-t!" His fingers had brushed over her pulse point. "It's even harder to unlock the door."

Connor reached around, took the key from her hand, placed it in the lock, and giving a deft turn and push opened the door. "There."

Sara stepped into the apartment, dropping her shoes on the floor, pulled Connor in after her, closed the door and shoved him up against it. He looked at her surprised, but it was soon covered as she crushed her mouth to his in a heated kiss. When she pulled away he still looked surprised.

"What, you can dish it out, but you can't take it?" Sara let her hands slide down over his chest before turning and starting to walk away. "Pity."

She suddenly felt herself pulled backwards so that her back was pressed up against Connor's chest. With one hand he pulled her hair away from her neck and began to place hungry kisses all along it. The other he slid down over her hip and thigh. His fingers brushed against the skin of her knee and Sara shivered. She turned her head and he captured her mouth, running his tongue across her lip, and the edge of her teeth. Sara reached her arm up and over to the back of his neck and pressed her bottom against his groin.

Connor groaned and spun Sara around in his arms, his hand on either side of her face as he continued to kiss her. She placed her hands on his waist and traveled then around to the back. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it from his pants sliding her hands underneath and then back around to his front where she fumbled with the buckle on his belt. Sara then slid her hands back up his chest to the top button of his shirt, she had just undone it when Connor pulled away and held her out at arms length.

"Whoa," his breathe was short and his eyes had gone a deep shade of blue with need and desire. He scrutinized Sara, whose eyes had gone just as dark, appearing to be two endless abysses that he could easily get lost and drown in. Her hands were still curled around the collar of his shirt. "Are ya ready for this? I want ya to be sure 'fore we go any farther. Cause once it starts it is very hard to stop."

Sara swallowed hard the lump that was in her throat and let out a shaky breath. Slowly she nodded her head. "I'm sure. But maybe we could…"

"Could what?"

"Take it slow."

Connor gave small laugh. She wanted to take it slow when she was the one who had got it going in the first place. "Aye. We'll take it slow."

He kissed her more gently this time as she continued to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She kissed along his collar bone while running her fingers across his warm skin. Connor began to move them both in the direction of the bedroom, and he somehow managed to kick his shoes off in the process. They were so focused on each other that they bumped into the couch and the coffee table on the way.

Connor ran his fingers through Sara's hair and over her face and neck as he guided her rather blindly, while her fingers continued their exploration of his torso. He felt his leg hit the bed and turned his body forcing Sara to sit down so that he was between her legs and leaning over her. His kisses traveled from her mouth down the line of her jaw to her neck. He placed his hand on her thigh and slowly began to push the skirt of her dress up. Sara tilted her head and ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it, letting out a low moan when he found her pulse point with his mouth and sucked on it.

All the while he continued to run his fingers over every inch of newly exposed flesh on her legs and thighs. He pushed one sleeve partially off her shoulder and gently nibbled the skin there. Sara slid her hands across his shoulders and down his back to trace waistline of his pants to his front where she popped the button and unzipped them. Connor pulled away and quickly pulled them off, now in only his boxers and sox. Sara couldn't help the giggle that escaped at the sight. Connor removed the sox quickly and then quirked an eyebrow at Sara.

Sara swallowed, and grabbing the bottom of her dress, which was already bunched up around her waist, pulled it up and over her head. She shivered, though she wasn't sure if it was from the cool air hitting her heated skin or from Connor's gaze on her nearly nude body. She was like him, left in only her string bikini underwear, no bra, like always.

Connor ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms and then back up her sides. But when his hands neared her breasts he felt her stiffen ever so slightly. So instead he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against his chest and simply ran his fingers up and down her back, tracing them over the lines of her tattoo.

Sara sucked in a breath of air at the sensation of having her bare breasts pressed so tightly against Connor's chest. And she found herself clutching his shoulders tightly as he ran his fingers over back. But under his gentle ministrations she soon relaxed, allowing Connor to slowly ease her back down onto the bed.

He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and her mouth, and continued down her neck, leaving kisses all the way. He gently blew on her nipple causing her to shiver, "Connor," she murmured, and then he covered it with his mouth. Sara gasped and arched her back towards his mouth. Connor ran his tongue over her breast, while massaging her other with his hand. Flicking both nipples at the same time, with his tongue and finger, he brought forth from Sara a low moan. When he was done making love to one breast with his mouth he switched to the other, beginning all over again.

Sara put her hands in his hair and pulled back up so she could plunge her tongue into his mouth. Her hands slid sensually down his back and beneath the waist band of his boxers, where she ran her nails across his ass before giving it a squeeze. Connor groaned and kissed her harder, trailing his fingers down between her breasts, tracing her belly button, and then hooking onto her underwear. He slid them painfully slow down over her hips and thighs. Glancing at Sara he saw that her head was back, her eyes closed, and her chest rising up and down in short shallow breathes, and she was clutching the bed sheets with her fists.

Keeping his eyes focused on her face he caressed the insides of her thighs. At his touch, Sara's eyes opened and locked onto his, and she unconsciously ran her tongue over her swollen lips. For the first time that Connor could recall her brown eyes betrayed every emotion. He could see the fear, but mostly he could just see the trust, and somewhere within the depths he could see something else though he wasn't sure what it was.

Connor slipped one finger inside of her and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

"Oh God!" Sara groaned low in the back of her throat and her hips bucked. But Connor held them in place with his free hand as he continued to move his finger in and out of her. He inserted a second finger and Sara began to shake uncontrollable as waves of intense sensation rolled through her body, each one different but equally pleasurable. She couldn't take much more of this. "Connor, please…" she begged.

Removing his hand, he stripped of his boxers and leaning back over Sara Connor kissed her, pushing her legs apart with his knee. She grabbed his hands, entwining her fingers with his. Connor put his mouth next to her ear, "I love ya," and with a steady thrust entered her warm folds.

Sara bit her lip to keep from crying out. But she was unable to stop the tears that formed in her eyes. She took a deep breathe and forced herself to relax. Connor leaned his head against hers and tried very hard not to move. He had already entered her faster than he had planned on, and wanted to give her time to get used to him.

Kissing away her tears he very slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in. Sara let out a moan right in his ear and dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist bringing him closer and deeper.

Moans and indiscernible whispers fell off of lips. Heat spreading throughout both their body as they moved against each, beads of salty sweet perspiration appearing on their skin. Hands constantly wandering across slick skin, as their tongues battled for dominance in their hungry kisses.

Connor's rhythm was smooth and steady, and he could feel his own release building up but he had no intention of letting go until Sara had. He didn't have to wait much longer. As he slid in and out of her once more he felt her muscles contract around him and she dug her nails even deeper into his skins as she moaned his name. His own release coming just seconds later.

His body collapsed onto her and he took swallowed deep breathes. Sara kissed the side of his face and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Connor eased himself back out of her and rolled onto his side, not releasing her from his arms. Pulling the sheet up to cover them both he held her possessively against his body, kissing her once more before closing his eyes.

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Author's Note: Sorry this one took so much longer than all the others. This was a hard chapter to write. So much sexual tension has built up, but it is also Sara's "first" as it were, so trying to set just the right pace was tricky. But all in all I feel I did a good job. And I had fun doing it; I'm not ashamed to admit it. Let me know what you think. So please do REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!