AN: WARNING! Some sexual content ahead!

He was taken aback by her actions, and not thinking clearly, he took her in his arms and started to reciporcate her kiss.

When he parted his lips, he felt her tongue dart into his mouth and starting to dance with his.

God, that felt so good. Their kisses as Ross and Rachel had quite often been a little beyond what was TV standard, but nothing compared to this.

She shed her jacket and her keys on the floor, motioning him over to the staircase and up the stairs to where she knew his bedroom was.

When he felt the bottom step of his staircase at his calf and he felt he was about to stumble, his consciousness kicked in.

He broke the kiss, held her shoulders, distancing her to look at her.

"Jen, what is this? What are you doing?"

She looked him dead in the eye.

"This can't be it. We cannot dance around each other like we did for 10 years and then leave it at that and part ways. I need this. I need to explore this, even if we only have this one night."

He knew he should take the high road, tell her that he knew that she was not that person. Tell her he was sorry and that it would be better if she left because he did not want her to regret it later.

But he was a fool and he was in love. Had been in love for 10 years. And if he only hat this one night, he might as well make the most it count.

He pulled her back in his arms and this time, it was him initiating the kissing.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and let him carry her up the stairs.

He set her down at the door to his bedroom, still giving her space in case she decided that this was not what she wanted after all.

But instead of chickening out, she pulled off her sneakers and then, still looking in his eyes, grabbed the hem of her top to pull it over her head.

Then she closed the distance between them, letting her hand slip below his t-shirt, gently caressing his stomach, which send sensations through his whole body.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt, looking at her. She put her hands on his and motioned him to pull off the shirt.

As soon as he did that, she let her hands roam his back, while placing gentle kissed on his chest.

He leant down, sinking his face into her hair, running his hands over her arms and her back.

He never knew what brief touches like these could do to his body, but he felt like he was burning from the inside.

After a while, she looked up at him, before pulling him in for another round of wet kisses, grabbing his butt and pressing their lower bodies together.

He was very well aware that she could feel his natural reaction through the sweat pants which seemed to turn her on even more, as she let one of her hands wander between then, behind the waistband of both his pants and his boxers and began to massage him.

He felt as if he was about to explode, and since she was more than obviously sure that she wanted this, he stopped her in her actions for now.

If he only had her for this one night, he definitely wanted to take his sweet time with her.

He took a step back and gently kissed her, running his fingers up and down her arms gently, before leaving a trail of soft kisses over to her shoulder, using his index finger to slide the strap of her bra down, before moving his lips back her mouth and doing the same thing on the other side. When he kissed her mouth again, he slid his fingers over her back, landing both of his hands on the clasp and carefully sliding that thing off of her.

He took a moment to admire her, still panting from his gentle touches, before letting his hands gently explore the part of her body he just revealed, then lowering his head to kiss her collarbone before moving down from there, caressing her breasts with his lips and tongue.

This woman was a goddess in his eyes.

She stayed put, she shivering in anticipation and arousal, desperate for him to continue.

He started to move his kisses from her sternum down to her bellybutton, starting to work on the buttons of her jeans. When her jeans were open, he pushed them down her legs and while he left a trail of soft kisses along the waistband of her underwear, she stepped out of said jeans and kicked the to the side.

There she was, standing at the foot end of his bed, only in her underwear, letting him take her in in all her glory.

He stepped in for another round of wet kisses, grabbing her butt to pull her into him, while she roamed his body with her soft fingertips.

She pulled him down on the bed, both of them crawling up on top of the sheets until they reached the pillows.

They took a moment to look each other in the eyes.

He did see a combination of lust, longing and love in her eyes, that he had always wished to see since he first met her.

They started kissing again, while he quickly got rid of his sweatpants, then touching the waistband of her panties, giving her a questioning look.

After a reassuring nod from her, he pulled this last piece of clothing down her legs and discarded it on the floor, returning to kissing her lips, while moving one hand to her center, gently stroking her, then sinking his finger into her, which felt sensational.

When he felt her built up, he removed his finger.

She huffed slightly frustrated, which he replied to with a dirty smirk, moving a trail of kisses over her chest, down over her bellybutton until he reached his goal.

After a view brief kisses, he started to work with his tounge, and he felt as if he was shot directly to heaven.

He felt her hand wander to his hair and press him down even further, which motivated him to intensify what he was doing. When he felt that she was close to the edge, he pushed her over with the help of his finger, feeling her contractions.

When he came back up, he gently kissed her lips, looking at her flustered cheeks and just enjoying the view.

She looked him in the eyes, reached down to pull at his boxers whispering "I want you more than anything else! Make love to me!"

While keeping his eyes locked to hers, he got rid of his underwear, before extending his arm to his nightstand.

She shook her head.

"No... It's fine... I... we don't need to..."

That took him by surprise as this kind of contradicted with the things he thought she planned, but he decided that now was definitely not the time to ask this question.

Still, he knew he could trust her. He repositioned himself between her legs, and, after another reassuring look, burried himself inside of her, which gave him all the sensations he had dreamed of and then some more.

He remained still, looking into her eyes, as she was panting fast.

Softly kissing her lips, he said: "You will never know how much I wished for this to happen."

"I will. Because I felt the same all this time"
she said.

After another kiss, he started to move slowly, taking his time, enjoying every second of it, etching it into his mind to be able to recreate it in his dreams at any time he started to miss her.

He knew that this was everything but healthy in their situation, but he honestly gave a fuck about it.

After some time, their motions intensified until he felt they both were close to their release.

Pushing again,slightly harder than before, he send them both over the edge.

She wrapped her legs closely around his waist, determined not to let him go.

Both still panting and sweating, he looked into her eyes and kissed her.

And, fully aware of the fact that he was just increasing his own misery, he finally said it: "I love you."

Much to his surprise, she held his gaze and replied: "I love you, too."

Without anything else, they got lost in another deep kiss.

AN: What do you think? Will this work out as a one night thing ;-). Let me know...