A/N: The long awaited lemony citrus burst! Hope you like. ;)

Chapter 41

Not even when they had their little make out session in the stairwell in Karuizawa, did she have the thoughts that were now flashing through her mind. All memories, mind you, of when the world was young. She blushed at the thoughts that were now racing through her memory. Memories of beautiful starlit nights, not so quietly making love to each other.

The heat rushed through her very core at the memory of his gentle, but rough hands as they caressed her skin. Her skin flushed at the memory of his mischievous mouth as it traveled the landscape of her passion trembling form, and the satisfying delighted noises he would make for her as they pleasured each other.

Golden eyes opened to peer into a lust filled green and a sexy, secretive smile crossed her plump, blushed lips as her top teeth nibbled the bottom. He watched mesmerized as the tip of her luscious pink tongue darted out and moistened her lips.

"Do you realize how insanely beautiful you are right now?" He asked as he dove down to the exposed skin of her bust, then began nipping and licking. "You smell and taste like ambrosia straight from Olympus, my love. I cannot resist." He told her in a breathy voice.

"Don't stop..." She shivered and moaned breathlessly.

He chuckled as his tongue lightly dragged up from the swell of her breasts to the sensitive little spot just below her ear, on her jaw. "Ah my love, I fully intend not to." He nipped then pulled her into a kiss that had his lips gliding smoothly over hers and his tongue dancing with hers in a delightful little game of tag.

His hands gently skimmed from the side of her leather-clad breast in a long stroke down to her bare thigh. "So soft." He murmured, nibbling at the little ties on her blouse. Nibbling, sucking gently, and licking. "So perfect to mark as mine."

She gasped sharply as the corset's ties came loose, then felt the cool air of the hotel room, and the heat from his mouth on her newly exposed skin. He groaned a little as her soft, warm hands skimmed up his bare chest, and she lightly dragged her nails down his back.

"Ah... Mmm." He hissed as he ground into her, and shivered in pleasure. His hand reached down and slipped beneath the silken wrapping that covered his treasure. Although, nothing really compared to holding her in his arms in the throws of passion against a solid wall, he loved the feeling of pressing her into the soft mattress, having her legs wrapped around him, and her nails digging into the flesh of his back...And he still hadn't unwrapped his treasure.

Her mind was completely steeped in sensations. She never dreamed that things could feel so extreme, but her mortal body was reacting more intensely than she thought possible. Every touch, every kiss, and every warm breath sent little shocks of pleasure racing across her skin, eliciting a shiver or soft sigh.

"Deimos..." She sighed out as his lips caressed every little exposed piece of flesh. "Make love to me, please..." She plead.

He smiled as his lips trailed down her neck to the swell of her breasts to her belly and further. "With pleasure my love." He murmured as his fingers trailed past her belly to her hips and down. Her back arched when his fingers entered and his thumb lazily circled that wonderful little button of pleasure. Her moans tickled his ears and spurred him to continue.

"Do you like that?" He asked a little playfully.

"Uh hum..." She answered breathy and nodded with hooded eyes. "More..." She breathed out.

He kissed her and his tongue danced erotically in her mouth. "Anything for you, my wife." He told her, kissing down her neck and pausing at her half-covered breasts, taking in their glory. "You are perfect." He told her between nips and sucks.

She gasped sharply as the feeling tightened and built within her. "Uh..." She whined. "Don't... stop..." She begged and he could feel it building in him too. It was interesting, he really hadn't had this feeling before, even when they were on Olympus. He wondered if it was because they'd been apart for so long or, if it was because he was experiencing the sensation in a mortal body. Her moans, gasps and whines were pulling him to the edge with her, and he wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer. He thought for certain that if she'd intimately touched him, it would send him flying over the edge with reckless abandon along with her.

"I need you..." He confessed as his hips ground into her and his hands caressed every inch of her body.

She smiled. "Take me Deimos, I will always be yours." She murmured and nibbled his ear.

"I love you, Aoidḗ. You are my heart." He confessed and kissed her once more. "I will always be yours, my love." He told her, staring into her eyes.

She smiled softly, trying to catch her breath.

At some point during this little excursion, they had finally been able to remove all barriers called clothing. "Are you sure you want this right now?" He asked quietly.

She nodded. "I've never been more certain, Deimos. I've waited long enough."

He smiled. "Then I shall no longer keep my lady waiting." He told her, as his hand slipped between them and gently caressed his maiden.

It wasn't until he was buried deep within her that he realized how aggressive his mate had become over their time apart. Wrapped firmly in his arms, she was able to maneuver herself and flip him beneath her. He was a little shocked and incredibly aroused, when he found his formerly timid counterpart riding him like a bronco at an all-star rodeo. Her sweat-kissed skin shimmered in the moonlight and her silken hair fell in waves, caressing every little point it touched on him. He'd never seen anything so beautifully enticing in his entire existence.

He quickly wrapped her in his arms as he leaned up and pulled her into a passion-filled kiss, then reversed their position once again, resting her left leg over his hip and bending her right to deepen his powerful thrusts.

As they fell into the abyss of pleasure one after the other, any potential singer/songwriter within a 15 km radius of the hotel was instantly inspired, at 3am, to pen the most love-filled erotic music, ever to be experienced; unfortunately, too erotically worded to be released to the public. Also within that radius, any lover that had been too timid to approach the object of their affections, had been instantly granted the courage and motivation to approach, confess, and kiss passionately, their future lovers. Which resulted in quite a few slapped male faces from the initial shock, but most certainly not disappointment with the end results.

"I love you..." He murmured, pulling her more closely as they lay snuggling together in the darkness.

She sighed happily and snuggled into him, under the bedding. "I love you, too. I'm sorry it took so long." She murmured.

He lightly chuckled and stroked her hair. "I think I had a little to do with the waiting too." He confessed tiredly and gently placed a kiss on her crown, drawing her a little more tightly in his arms. "Mmm, can't get enough of you." He quietly yawned.

She giggled. "You'll have to wait. We have filming tomorrow." She told him and pulled the covers around them more comfortably, dozing off to the rhythm of her lover's heartbeat.