Disclaimer - Maria Frank is my own creation. Adult content involved.

Chapter 9: One Last Night.

Closing the bedroom door behind her, Maria laughed softly when John reached for her and laid her down on the bed, his fingers fumbling with her shirt and removed it from her shoulders swiftly. He claimed her mouth gently as his hands cupped her breasts lovingly, earning a throaty moan from the woman under him. Maria didn't want him to be gentle at this moment in time. Placing her hands on his chest and rolling them over, she nibbled on his bottom lip and groaned when he bucked his hips up. "No need to be gentle with me, John. This is own last night together and you don't need to be gentle tonight."

"I don't?" He asked, wanting to make sure she felt right about it. Nothing more was more important then making sure Maria was comfortable with their activities.

"Oh, yes. I'm very sure about this," She slowly grinned and leaned down to kiss what skin she could reach from his now open work shirt and raised undershirt. "What do you want, John?"

Clenching his jaw just from feeling her straddle his legs and hands touching his chest, Munch muttered a few words Maria didn't catch the first time. The tequila was really starting to take over his mind and he repeated himself for her to hear. "I...just want to feel you against me. Just let me do you." Complying with his request, Maria deeply kissed him and reached down to undo his belt and slacks, preparing to work them down his legs. "Wait...," His hand on her shoulder stopped her from continue. "Let me stand up so I can undress you, too."

Maria licked her lips slowly when he stood up and reached for her, removing her clothes faster then he had ever done. She sat up on her elbows and watched him finish removing what she had begun to do and reached a hand out for him to lay with her. He grinned and crawled onto the bed, pressing himself against her, running his fingertips slowly down her body. She shuddered and gasped when his fingers reached below her navel. "Please..."

"Please what?" He asked, kissing her neck roughly and hoped for a moment he was going to leave a mark. He wanted to show she was his for that second, but she was leaving the next day. He couldn't keep her. "What do you want?"

"I just want you," She breathed, placing her hand over his roaming one and, gazing deeply into his, directed it lower until he was touching her. Maria tossed her head back and felt his lips against her neck, feeling his arousal growing hard against her leg. "Oh, my God," She gasped, feeling his hand move back to graze over her stomach and lightly caress a breast.

John hummed softly and nipped below her ear. "So soft. So smooth," he cooed softly in her ear, letting her feel his warm breath against her skin. The feel of her trembling under his fingers finally drove him to the point he couldn't stand not plunging into her. Moving to his knees and grasping her legs, he gently pulled her closer and kissed her passionately, thrusting himself hard enough to feel her hands grasping his hips firmly, keeping him in place for a moment.

"Just...don't move for a minute, okay?" She asked, touching his face gently as he softly groaned. Munch slowly nodded his head and gently kissed her neck, sighing against her ear. It didn't take long for her to release his hips and allow him to slowly move. Maria closed her eyes once his hands started to roam and slowly grinned when he placed his hand under her thigh, placing it on his shoulder to deepen his thrusts. "C'mon, John. Please...," She began to beg, opening her eyes to see gaze deeply into his. She could see behind his slight drunken stupor, a man who was hurting over the pain of loosing the woman he loved. "John?"

John slowed for a minute to reach for a pillow and placing it under her waist. "Just because you want it rough, doesn't mean you can't be comfortable," He explained softly, lightly touching her cheek with the back of his fingers. Her fingers weaved through his hair and pulled him down for a lengthy kiss, holding him closer when his hips began to move again. Breaking the kiss for air, he pressed his lips along her chest, his fingers gripping the sheets under her. He couldn't hold on much longer and could feel his mind-blowing orgasm coming closer with each deep thrust.

Slowly dragging her fingernails along his back and wrapping her free leg around his waist, Frank closed her eyes and moaned close to his ear, allowing him to hear what he was doing to her and he couldn't stand it too much longer. Pressing himself closely to her body and caused himself to do a few awkward thrusts in the midst of repositioning his legs, John playfully and roughly nipped her shoulder.

Thrusting her hips up against his, Maria cried out when her climax rolled through her body and gripped Munch firmly. With a grunt and silent tears starting to roll down his face, John climaxed and released himself deep inside her. Legs feeling like jelly and bodies shuddering for a few moments, the two didn't let go of each other for a long time. Maria didn't even notice he was silently crying in her arms until he slowly began to pull away from her and tried to hide his face from her eyes. Touching his face with her fingers and causing him to turn his head in her direction, she could feel her heart breaking when her fingers came in contact with something wet against his skin. "Oh, John..."

He shook his head lightly and took a hold of her hand. "I'm okay, really." He lowered her leg from his shoulder and tried to pull away and grab for his clothes, but a hand grabbing his wrist stopped him short.

"Don't go. Please." Her eyes pleaded for him to not leave her alone on the very last night she was to be there, before going home in the morning. When he didn't pull away or move closer to her, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I don't want you to go, John. Why would you consider it-"

He cut her off softly, his voice cracking from emotions. "Because I can't stand watching another woman leaving me when I can easily leave them and spare myself the heartbreak." He felt her pull away and the bed moving in a way that felt like she was moving away from him. "I'm probably not thinking right, either... You know how alcohol works, right?"

"Yeah." Her voice sounded distance and broken from behind him. "I get it. Have wild and abandoned sex with someone who's leaving and then run away to spare yourself the pain of watching her leave. It's nice you're considering what the woman would be feeling, watching the man she's loved for almost a year running away from his heartbreaking emotions."

He closed his eyes slowly and felt his emotions rising again, the lump growing hard in his throat. He could hear the pain in her voice and bit down on his bottom lip. It's true. She was right. He was really running away from the emotional pain he was feeling since she was leaving him, and he wasn't considering what she was feeling. She didn't trust anyone for the longest time and only trusted him to break through her barrier and what was he doing? Yes, the alcohol from earlier was really making it hard to concentrate completely, but he understood her tone of voice. "I'm so sorry, Mar."

"It's okay. I know you're not thinking clearly right now." He turned slowly and saw she was holding her legs close against her chest, resting her chin on top of her knees. Her eyes were brimmed with tears. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I won't hold you back."

John turned completely around and crawled back the bed, wrapping his arms around her firmly. "I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have...I mean," He pulled away, placing his hands on both sides of her face, getting her full attention. "I should know better then to do something like that, especially when it's you." They both wrapped each other's arms around each other and held tightly, not wanting to let go. "I love you so much, Maria."

"I love you, too." Maria whispered, pressing her face against his neck and holding him firmly against her bare chest. The longer she held him close, the more she sensed he was becoming more relaxed and aware they were hugging each other in the nude. "Do you want to have another go?"

Nodding, he sought out her mouth and deeply kissed her, his hands moving to her waist. Shifting their positions so he was leaning back against the wall and slightly bending his knees, he grinned up at her as she moved to settle down slowly on him. Once again, it didn't take them long to shift from gentle mode to loosing themselves in each other's arms and touches.

Barely ten minutes into their bliss, their bodies tensed up and exhaustion was now taking over. Lazily kissing her, Munch settled her down comfortably in bed before settling down himself, feeling her fingers gently caressing his arm and shoulder. Neither one could find the words to say about what had happened earlier or what they had done for the past hour. They both laid there together and gazed into each others eyes, sleep slowly taking over.

Wordlessly, Munch reached out and gently touched her face, his long fingers tracing the outlines of her face. He was trying to memorize her features in fear he was going to forget what she looked and felt like. Sadly smiling when Maria began to nod off, he moved closer to her and softly pressed his lips against her skin, helping her ease to sleep better.

Once she was out, a thought ran through his head to leave again, but for only a split second. He couldn't leave her alone after what she had said about running away from the emotional hurt and pain of someone he loved and cared about leaving him, not even thinking about what the other person's feelings. Maria had never backed away from him when he made his slow and careful advances towards her and didn't slap him silly when he moved their friendly relationship to something far more serious. They had both held each other's hands when they slept together for the first time to make it as comfortable as possible for her and he never pressured her into trying new things if she wasn't comfortable.

They were perfect for each other.

Feeling his chin beginning to tremble, John inhaled a slow breath and held her close, resting his forehead against her's. He didn't want her to leave him, but she had to due to her job. A single tear broke free and rolled down his face onto her flesh. "I love you, Maria. I love you so much, letting you go is what I have to do," He whispered softly, praying he wasn't going to wake her.

To be continued...