A/N: This takes place after Allies ch 47, the Gemini Prime mission. I keep thinking this story is done, but you know Corso, he never gets enough of Miriah :)

Corso felt his wife shift in his arms, and put her leg over his. Damn, he thought, feeling his own body heat up. He had been lying awake, wanting her, but knowing she'd object due to his only getting out of a kolto tank a handful of hours ago. He let the hand that was around her trail over her, his fingertips grazing the side of her breast, and the responding sigh made him smile. Even asleep, I can arouse her, he grinned. He decided to try and roll toward her so that he could continue, but the movement made him groan, his injury still painful even though the tissue damage had been healed. The sound made her silver eyes open with a worried look, the exact opposite of what he'd wanted.

"What are you doing?" she asked, sitting up to look at him, realizing what he was trying to do and getting up, so that she could help him shift his weight.

"Well, I didn't want you to get up, darlin'. I was quite hoping to be able to face you, so that I could… uh..." he stopped when she narrowed her eyes at him.

"You just got out of a tank, Cor. I think you need a little more recovery before we get naked," she said, but smiling at his wolfish grin.

"But that's exactly what we both need. I need to feel you, every little bit of you, and you need to relax and rest," he explained. "You know you'll sleep better." She shook her head and placed a soft kiss on his nose.

"You are not in any shape for that kind of activity," she scolded, but he saw the smile she was trying to repress.

"Aw, darlin', but I need you," he said, a little whine in his voice.

"You need…" her reply was cut off when he pulled her to him, his mouth covering hers. He knew her weaknesses well, and while she was holding herself away from him at first, when he stroked her tongue with his own, he felt her melt into him. They broke for only a breath before he took her under again, his hands working under her shirt, and she gasped into his mouth when he brushed her nipples.

"Cor," she groaned, but he knew she loved the way he was touching her, and instead moved to kiss her neck.

"I'm telling you, darlin'. I need you," he whispered against her throat, and took her hand, guiding it to his erection. When her fingers encircled him, he voiced his pleasure. She looked at him with a worried frown.

"I can do something for you, sugar, but..."

"No buts, and I want to be inside you, love." He still had one hand in her shirt, but took it out to peel the garment over her head, and while her arms were extended, he took her nipple in his mouth, and she closed her eyes against the pure lust that hit her core. When she could get her breath, she thew the shirt aside and settled against him.

"You are crazy, you know," she said, working his shirt off, seeing his eyes darken in the faint light when she lay against him, skin to skin.

"Crazy in love with you, darlin'," he whispered, and sucked in a breath between his teeth when she started working his pants over his legs. "Easy, love. I'm closer than I want to be, and I'm not ready to be done just yet." She glanced up at him as she stood at the end of the bed, her pants following his to the floor. She kissed his thighs, and when she put her mouth on him, he jerked upward, making him cry out in pain from his side.

"See? I knew this was a bad idea," she said, standing to put on night clothes.

"No, baby, please! I just…you just," he stuttered, then took a deep breath. "I wasn't prepared for that, and the sensation was amazing, darlin'. Please, don't put on anything and get back over here?" The pleading look on his face undid her, and she slowly kissed her way up his legs again. When her tongue touched him, he scrunched the sheets in his hands and closed his eyes, lost in the moment. He let her pleasure him as long as he could stand it, then gently pulled her head up so that he could look into her eyes. "Come here," he said, and saw his own desire reflected in her heavy lidded gaze. He pulled her over him and trailed kisses along her body, loving the sounds she always made when she was aroused. She pulled back from his seeking lips, and her gentle fingers traced the new scar under his right ribcage.

"I don't want to do any more damage than was already done," she said, bending to place a feather light kiss on the angry, red skin. "I can't stand to see you hurt, or in pain." He pulled her to him, his hungry mouth on hers, and felt her relax against him again. He kept up his assault on her senses, his hands tracing over her, and felt her begin to lose herself when he pushed a finger into her heat, stroking both there and with his thumb over her nub. She arced up into his hand, and he smiled, seeing her like this always made him feel like a god. He continued to stroke her, laving her breasts with his tongue, and she shattered, her cries making him harder than he already was. He held her and kissed her as she shook, and when she started to settle, whispered to her.

"I love that I can make you come apart," he said. "I never, ever get tired of making you feel like this." She smiled at him before pulling him down for a kiss, and he carefully moved himself between her legs, feeling her heat well before he was close. Her eyes opened wide when she felt him, and he saw the uncertainty creep over her face.

"I'm not sure about this, sugar. Please, if any of this causes you pain..."

"I'll be careful, darlin'. I promise." He put his hands under her, pulling her toward him. He slid into her and stopped, just the sensation of them being joined settling something inside him, making him feel more whole, more healed, than he had been since the Gravestone. He felt her clench around him, and kissed her deeply, waiting for the aftershocks of her orgasm to settle before he moved over her. Slowly, he pulled back and pushed in again, and saw her smile. "You feel so good, love. I never feel as complete as when I'm deep inside you," he said, his voice soft, with a little catch at the end. She opened her eyes then, and reached up to touch his face. He turned to kiss her palm, his eyes closed but a look of pure pleasure on his face. He was biding his time, wanting to feel her tighten around him when she started toward another orgasm. He was a patient man, he reasoned. She wrapped her legs around him, and ran her short nails over his back, and suddenly he wasn't sure he could last. He kept his pace steady and was, surprisingly, not in any pain, when he felt the familiar increase in heat and wetness from her. He picked up his thrusts then, and lowered his head to bite her neck, her responding purr making him move faster and harder into her.

"Please, sugar," she whispered, and then he felt her moving with him, making him lose more of his control. When she fell over the edge, he held her to him, loving the spasms contracting around him, driving him to his own release. When he could hold on no longer, he fell with her, and they held on to each other, the sensations overwhelming them both.

After a few minutes, when they could both draw breath easily again, she turned to see his blissful face. "Do you think we're sex addicts?" she asked him, and saw his smile.

"I'm only addicted to you, you're the only one I ever want to bury myself in," he told her, pulling her into him and rubbing her back. "You have no idea, darlin', how much I want you, every single day. I've never even looked at another."

Miriah quirked her eyebrow at him. "Not even looked?" she asked playfully.

"Nope," he replied. "Even when you were gone." She snuggled to him, suddenly chilled, and he flipped the soft covers over them both. "I love you, more than life itself," he told her, then kissed her nose.

"I love you just as much," she said, and reached to touch his face. "Now, rest. You need to be ready for a fight, soon."

"Mmmhmm," he answered, closing his eyes. He had everything he ever needed right here, he thought, tightening his arm around her. He thought then of the Gemini mission, and how badly it had gone, and sighed. This has to be over soon. He was about to say something else, but saw that Miriah had drifted off, and instead just kissed her hair. She needs rest as much as I do, he mused, and now both of us can sleep. He dreamed of her, and she of him, until the world needed them again.