A/N: Wow guys, just wow. 11 reviews in not even 24 hours. It is so touching to see that people enjoy my story. It spurs me to continue writing a story I love and share it with all of you. So this is it. D-day as it were. Don't worry; it's not going to be anything hardcore. I'm trying to make it as tasteful as possible so I hope you enjoy it.

31st October 2011

AmeliaPOV

Warning Rated M!

We stepped into the apartment, the moonlight setting the room into a light glow. I shut the door, locking it before turning to Spencer. I was so nervous, yet so exhilarated all at the same time. I took a deep breath, moving closer to him. I wrapped her arms around his neck, licking my lips a little as I removed the Vulcan ears from his own, throwing them on the table before pulling him into a kiss.

He kissed me back with a dominance that I had never seen in him before, it was hot. He pulled me close so my body was flush against his as his hands roamed my back and my hands were in his hair. I pulled away for air and he moved to my neck, giving me another lovebite at my collarbone.

I moaned, tugging at his hair, "Bedroom." I breathed, tugging his hand as I walked to our room.

I had barely shut the door behind us when I felt his hands on me again, our kisses becoming heated, raw and passionate. My hands slid under the blue shirt, pulling it off him with a sense of desperation. My hands glided over his slightly muscular body, which was hidden well under his usual attire, especially his arms. I began to kiss his neck, eliciting small moans from him as I pulled us both onto the bed.

He landed on top of me, his hands roaming over my clothed body, making me desperate for skin to skin contact.

I sat up, guiding his hands to the zipper on the back of the dress. He unzipped me, and I felt myself shivering as his fingertips ghosted over the curvatures of my back. I let him take the dress off of me and I saw his eyes widen as he took in my appearance in my black lace lingerie.

"You're beautiful" he breathed as his lips replaced his hands, causing new sensations all over my body. My hands moved to his trousers, removing them and feeling his hardness through his boxers. I blushed a little.

Time seemed to no longer be relative as we lay on that bed. It could've been hours, days, years. I never wanted this time to end. The last of our clothes had been shed and we were touching, kissing, each other everywhere. The sensations Spencer was making me feel were overwhelming.

I cupped his face, looking into his eyes, "I need you now amante." I whispered, handing him the foil wrapper that I had placed on my bedside table.

Once he was ready, I pulled him close, kissing him, touching him as we were united. I gasped at the pain and a few tears leaked from my eyes.

He stilled, "I love you." He whispered, pressing another kiss to my lips, wiping the tears with his hand.

I nodded, urging him to continue, "Ti amo amante."

He soon found a rhythm, and our eyes stayed locked, a look of love I had never seen before passed Spencer's eyes. In that moment, I had never felt so loved, so desired and so needed in all of my life.

We soon began to pick up speed, the shouting of names mixing in with the moans and profanities that were passing both of our lips. I soon found myself over the edge and Spencer followed not long after that. In those moments of sheer ecstasy, I knew that I had found my purpose in life.

I struggled to catch my breath, watching him with wide bright eyes and incredibly messy hair. He rolled over and I cuddled up next to him, the need to be held and for tenderness stronger in that moment than ever before.

Spencer didn't disappoint, and wrapped his arms around me tightly as I lay my head on his chest.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I teased breathily, my hands taking his own and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Never. Only with you." He said back, pulling my naked body to rest closer to his own.

I don't know why, but the thought that Spencer was mine and mine alone, gave me a swell of pride.

"It was just . . . wow. There's no other way to describe it." I said happily, giggling when I noticed Spencer smirk very smugly.

I never wanted this moment to end, to never not bask in this post-coital bliss. I had never felt so connected to another human being in all my life. He was so quiet; you would never expect him to be so dominant, so strong, so passionate yet so gentle all at the same time. When we had made love, it was so tender, that it almost moved me to tears.

I cupped his cheek, stroking it with my thumb, "You are so special. I love you so much." I whispered to him.

He smiled, turning to kiss the hand resting on his cheek, "I love you too so much, and it is so hot when you swear in Italian."

I laughed, "You're already thinking of round two? We have work tomorrow! I can't fall asleep at my desk."

He smiled, "I was just making an observation." Pillow talk was always fun with Spence.

I yawned, snuggling closer to him, "well I'm going to sleep Mr Love Machine. You've worn me out."

The smirk was back, damn he was hot when he was cocky, "Goodnight my love." He said, pressing one last kiss to my lips.

I smiled as I drifted off, "goodnight Spence."

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