A/N: Details won, hands down, so here ya go...and the next chapter is back to work, business not-quite-as-usual. Please Forgive Me is by Bryan Adams.
He got up from the couch, and she settled back in frustration. He really was making this difficult. But he didn't retreat like she expected him to. He started moving furniture, which really confused her. "Bobby..."
He raised a hand, indicating she should wait a minute. Moving the coffee table and easy chair off to the far side of the room, he crossed over to the stereo and slipped a CD into the player, setting it to play a certain song. Then he returned to the couch, took her hand and pulled her into his arms. This time, he let her body press into his, placing his palm in the center of her back and holding her hand, cradled in his, close to his cheek.
It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss and it's gettin' better baby
No one can better this
I'm still holdin' on and you're still the one
The first time our eyes met - it's the same feelin' I get
Only feels much stronger - I wanna love ya longer
You still turn the fire on...
So if you're feelin' lonely ... don't
You're the only one I'd ever want
I only wanna make it good
So if I love ya a little more than I should...
Please forgive me - I know not what I do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
don't deny me - this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do
Please believe me - every word I say is true
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch
We're still gettin' closer baby
Can't get close enough
I'm still holdin' on - you're still number one
I remember the smell of your skin
I remember everything
I remember all your moves - I remember you
I remember the nights - ya know I still do
So if you're feeling lonely... don't
You're the only one I'd ever want
I only wanna make it good
So if I love ya a little more than I should
Please forgive me - I know not what I do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me - this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do
Please believe me - every word I say is true
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
One thing I'm sure of - is the way we make love
And the one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I'm prayin'
That's why I'm sayin'...
Please forgive me - I know not what I do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me - this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do
Never leave me - I don't know what I'd do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
She recognized the song as well as its significance, coming from him. Forgive him for loving her...that was so him. She leaned her head forward to rest on his chest and gently slid her hips across his body, left to right and then back; he didn't withdraw. Her free hand gently untucked his shirt from his jeans, allowing her fingers to slide along bare skin, and he caught his breath, but still he didn't withdraw. He stepped into her, increasing the pressure of her body against his, and he lowered his head toward hers, pressing his cheek against her head. "Was this the right move?" he whispered.
"Have I smacked you yet?" she returned, smiling. "Keep going."
He laughed softly and tightened his arm around her. She felt the gentle kiss he pressed into her head. Then his lips slid down to place another kiss on her temple...in front of her ear...on her cheek...and she turned her head to meet his next kiss with her mouth. She felt a groan rumble in his chest as a tremor shook his body. Sliding her fingers along his side, she brought her hands around and began to slide his t-shirt up over his stomach. Breaking the kiss long enough to slide his shirt up over his head, they met again and his kiss became more urgent. His fingers skimmed along her waist and, barely breaking the kiss a second time, he slipped her shirt over her head and tossed it in the general direction of the couch.
She made a mental note to tease him about the expertise with which he undid her bra, and it joined her shirt on the floor. Pressing against her, he forced her to step backwards and, before she realized it, they were crossing the threshold into the bedroom. Her fingers had already undone his belt and the button on his jeans as his tongue slid past her lips, toying with hers, and her own pants slid over her hips.
He knew exactly how far it was from the door to the bed without even thinking about it, and he lowered her back at the right moment. She didn't flinch, didn't reach out behind her; she trusted him and was rewarded by soft, cool mattress beneath her bare back and butt. He marvelled at the fire her fingers traced over his skin, as if the ball of lava in the center of his gut needed any more heat. His own fingers formed random patterns over her flesh and some vague thought at the back of his mind wondered if his touch stirred the same fire within her.
If he'd asked, she would have smacked him for talking and then answered: oh, yes... Her skin was on fire and her gut was burning as she arched toward him, pressing her abdomen into his and pulling his shoulders closer to her chest. She gasped when hard nipples met hot flesh and she shifted again, looking for contact that could relieve the pressure that continued building deep inside her. What was taking him so long?
If she kept moving like that, he'd never make it. He slid his mouth down to her neck, listening to her ragged breathing as it breezed across his ear, knowing his own breathing was just as rough. His heart hammered in his chest and his body felt engulfed in flame as he sought her center. Finding it, he slid inside and nearly exploded, stopping with his face buried in the curve where her neck met her shoulder, stilling her movements by pressing his hips hard against hers, pinning her to the bed. He growled into her skin, softly nipping her, then soothing the nip with his tongue. The sound she made did not help him one bit. But he felt himself settle, felt the fire recede enough for him to continue with a fair chance of finishing the way he wanted to...with her. Watching her face, he eased his hips back and released hers, gently shifting and thrusting, searching for just the right angle. He knew when he found it, and he smiled.
She was amazed at the transformation in him. No longer uncertain and searching for equilibrium, he was totally confident as he sought to master her body, and was he ever succeeding! She started getting frustrated when he pinned her hips to the bed, struggling to continue moving because she had to, until he nipped her and teased her skin with the warmth of his tongue. She uttered a sound that was a hybrid of gasp and groan and concentrated on the path of his tongue along her neck and shoulder. She felt something akin to an electric current course from his mouth, down her spine into the center of her body, where it supercharged the growing ball of fire in the middle of her abdomen. She was relieved when he relaxed enough to begin moving again, releasing her hips and shifting his body. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she couldn't complain about how it felt...and then he found what he'd been looking for and she gasped again, arching herself toward him and digging her nails into his back. She saw his smile and she slid a hand up to his head, pulling him down into a deep kiss.
When her lips claimed his, his head went into a tailspin and his body hesitated. Never had any woman before knocked him so far off balance. Was it because he'd lusted after her for so long, imagining this very scenario on a damn-near nightly basis? Or was it simply because he truly did love her, when before what he had assumed was love had merely been his body seeking release? Did it matter? Her hips slammed into him and she gently bit his tongue. Apparently, stopping again was not something she had in mind. He laughed softly into her mouth, bracing himself on one arm as he sought a breast with his free hand. He let his hips move once more, but slowly, and she bit him again. He smiled.
Okay, if this guy didn't get with the program she was seriously going to have to knock the crap out of him. She groaned against his mouth and shoved her hips into him again. He grunted softly in reply and slowly stepped up the pace. That was better. Her eyes slid closed and she concentrated on the tension building in her body. She could feel the tension mount in him as well. He buried his face in her neck again and she nipped his ear. Another groan, and his motions became more urgent. "More," she groaned into his ear. She didn't have to make a second request.
So, she wasn't up for slow...he got that much from the urgency in her thrusts. He'd calmed enough to accomodate her...until he began to move faster and she bit his ear. That was it for him...he couldn't have slowed back down if he wanted to. And when her voice, husky and breathless, moaned into his ear, it was his undoing. He ignored the rhythm of their bodies, taking for advantage that they were in sync. Her breathless moans just drove him harder and faster toward his goal, and his body accomodated hers by taking it along for the trip. They arrived at their destination within moments of each other, tension spilling over hard and fast, and he collapsed onto the bed beside her, struggling to catch his breath. She turned toward him, burying her face in his chest and holding him tight, also out of breath.
Gradually, his heart rate slowed to normal, his blood pressure slid back from its apex and easy breathing returned. She recovered before he did. Her head nestled into his shoulder and her fingers caressed his chest, helping him calm. He softly kissed her forehead, exhausted. Nestling into her body, he could no longer stay awake and succumbed to his body's desire for sleep.
She felt him relax, knew when he drifted off, and she smiled. She was comfortable in his arms and headed for the same place herself. She looked at his face, peaceful for once as he slept. And she wondered about him. Did he really have to think about everything? She lightly stroked his temple and he sighed softly in his sleep. The day he stopped thinking would be his last day in this life, she realized. "So think," she whispered, kissing him softly. He mumbled something to her in his sleep and she smiled again. She was content with her ability to shut down his mind from time to time, catch him off guard, knock him off balance. He had to redefine his comfort zone with her now, but that was okay, too. Tomorrow might prove to be an uncomfortable day--doubly so if Major Cressmoor made an appearance, which he was bound to. But they'd work it out. She kissed him again and settled against his body with a soft sigh...and she slept.