Recap: Ranger and Steph learn the details of what happened at the rally, and that their actions saved the president. Ranger comes home, and starts to undress Stephanie.

Stephanie

His hand was holding the tie of my robe, looking at me in wonder and worship. I shrugged it off onto the floor and slid into the bed beside him, wrapping my arm around his chest. It had been so long since we had held each other like this. And for a while I didn't know if I would ever get to do it again. I snuggled into his side, just relishing the contact.

"Are you OK Babe?" He asked quietly, his finger tracing along my arm.

"I'm not the one who got shot."

"You were with me the whole time. I've been on both sides of that equation, and trust me, your job was a lot harder. I just had to lie there and try not to bleed."

My control broke and I let out a gasping sob. "Ranger, I was so scared. So scared I'd lose you, and that it would be my fault. That if I'd seen him earlier it wouldn't have turned out so badly."

"Babe, you did amazing. You spotted the guy, from behind, out of a crowd of thousands. You tackled him and spoiled his shot. You saved the President's life! If you had been at Ford's Theatre Abe Lincoln would have died of old age."

"But if I hadn't, you wouldn't have been shot."

"And I would have lived the rest of my life knowing I might have been able to save the president, but didn't. That would have hurt me far more than a bullet could."

He cupped my face with his palm, using his thumb to wipe away my tears. "I am so, so proud of you Babe."

And he kissed me.

The kiss started gentle, then it got hungrier. His hand stroked the side of my bare breast, teasing at the nipple. A feeling of need was swelling up inside me. Not just a need for sex, but a need to feel him, to know he was real, that he was OK. I opened my mouth and his tongue plunged into me, wrestling with mine. I placed a hand behind his neck, pulling him closer to me. He was wearing way too many clothes.

I grabbed the fabric at his waist , digging out the hem of the black t-shirt he was wearing. I hated to break contact with his mouth, but I needed him naked. Now. I needed to feel each ridge and ripple of his chest, the softness of his skin over the hardness of his muscles. He lifted it over his head, then came back to my mouth. I reached for his pants, when he laid a hand on my wrist.

"Babe, I want you, I want you so badly, but we can't."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I can't put any pressure on the leg. So no lying on top of you. And I don't want you to see the wound. It's disturbing."

"Like when I got hurt?"

He shook his head. "This isn't a blood pressure thing, just that it's bad to have body weight on a bullet wound."

"Shit." Then I got an idea. "Remember Sunday morning, when we ran out of condoms?"

He grinned. "That I do, Babe."

I lifted his shirt and kissed his chest, sucking on his nipple. I gave it a tiny bite before leaving a train of kisses down his abs. His hand slid under the towel wrapping my hair, running his fingers through the wet curls. My body starts to ache for him, bits of me reawakening after being deadened by fear. He was here, he was mine, and I wanted him inside me. I wanted our bodies to meld together and be indistinguishable from one another. I wanted every inch of our skin to be touching. I had come so close to losing him, and I desperately needed reassurance.

I slipped down his body, pulling his sweats down slightly, then taking his cock in my hand and giving him a lick. He shuddered, his eyes closed, and he tipped his head back. I rubbed my cheek against the skin, both delicate and soft, but growing harder and harder in my hand. His breathing quickened as I took him back into my mouth, sucking and pulling. I wanted him inside me so much.

I gently worked his pants down, carefully passing the bandage wrapped around his thigh. Ranger pushed himself up to his elbows to watch me, his look hungry. Once his legs were unencumbered, I turned to face his feet, moved to his head, then swung one of my own legs over his face.

As I lowered my chest over his torso I could feel his fingers exploring me, stroking me. I leaned forward. As if we were of one mind, we took each other into our mouths. I gently ran my teeth down his shaft as I lowered my head, groaning from the sensation as his tongue worked my clit. His left arm wrapped around my torso and held me tighter to him, but his right stroked my ass. As I started sucking on his cock he gently moved to stroking my pussy. It became hard to concentrate on anything as the stress of the past few days fell away. It was just him and me and this bed. The rest of the world could get stuffed.

Speaking of stuffed, he pushed two fingers gently into me. I groaned as I felt the familiar filling sensation. I wanted him, craved him. I cupped his balls in one hand, gently massaging them. I was rapidly approaching the edge as he licked and sucked and pumped. I rocked my body back and forth, trying to push him further into me. And then the wave crested, by entire body tensed up, then released in a whoosh of bliss. I managed to keep enough of my wits about me to not bite down, and to collapse my head on his uninjured leg as the post-orgasmic rush enveloped me.

Ranger

I had a moment of fear as Stephanie fell forward, bracing for the shock of pain. But she managed to avoid the bullet wound. She lay there, panting. I was still rock hard, my erection throbbing. I struggled to control my breathing. I wanted her, wanted her so badly, especially when she groggily took me into her hand.

"Here. I know how we can make this work." she said as she lifted her body up, resting her weight on her arms. Then she reached down and pushed my cock into her folds. I let out a groan as I slipped inside her. She leaned forward, carefully placing her hands away from my leg, and started to pump.

She was hesitant at first. Trying to find her rhythm. I was usually on top, in control. But as she moved she got more into it. Soon her ass was bouncing up and down, and I reached out to stroke the rounded cheeks. I could see my dick pushing in and out of her, and she moaned as one of her hands moved to her clit, stroking it. My hips rose to meet her, slamming into her as deeply as I could, but a twinge from my thigh convinced me to lay still. For once, I was passive, she was in control.

And as the orgasm built up and exploded out of me, I was glad for it.