WARNING: Smut! And alliteration, sorry about that. Couldn't stop myself.

Senior Prom13

"I'm going down to the gym for a while," Ranger said as soon as we got back to Haywood.

Yeah, I was still with him. When he got his release papers from the hospital I told him I had a skip to look for, and I needed to go to the bonds office and check for files. Without a word to me he called Tank into the room and told him to put Binkie and Brett on my skips until further notice. When I started to argue, he simply said, "I need you, Babe." My heart puffed up into a great gooey glob, and I was a goner.

But now he thought he was going to leave me here on the seventh floor and go down to the gym? I didn't think so.

I crossed my arms and gave him my stern look. "Ranger, the doctors said you need to rest for two weeks so you can heal. You already look pale and sick just from the effort of riding home from the hospital. I want you to get in bed before you collapse again."

"Babe," he said and began to walk toward the apartment door. So much for my stern look.

I scurried around him and backed myself up against the door, arms out on each side of me, blocking his way.

"No, Ranger, I mean it. You're not going to the gym today. I'm not going to let you kill yourself." I put every iota of my conviction into my glare and stared into his eyes.

Haunted eyes.

My heart constricted, and I reached up around his neck and pulled him to me, kissing him on the cheek. "Come on, let's get you into bed."

In a nanosecond I was smashed against the door by his powerful body. His mouth was feverish, grabbing, taking, possessing until I was aflame in the heat of him.

His arms were around me, hands gripping my ass and lifting me to his hardness.

"No." I wrenched my mouth away from his. "Don't. You'll hurt yourself."

I pushed against his chest until he released me, then took his hand and led him toward the bedroom, studying the tent pole in his pants out of the corner of my eye.

My mind was revolving a mile a minute. I'd been battling my attraction to Ranger for more than a year, ever since he sent me back to Joe after spending a whole night making love to me. He wouldn't allow a relationship in his life, and I wasn't willing to settle for less.

But something had changed between us in the past couple of days. Since he got back from his mission, even before he collapsed, he was different. He was waiting in my apartment for me Wednesday night when I got home with Stan, and there must have been a reason for that. He came right to my place, he said, before even going home. And he told me he needed to hold me. He was hurt and he came to me for comfort.

I knew now that I loved him with my entire heart and soul. I hadn't been able to tell him yet, but maybe I could show him. I wondered if it would hurt him if I was real careful. All things in moderation, right?

We got to the bedroom and I pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed and turned the sheet back while Ranger watched.

"Sit," I said, pointing to the edge of the bed. He complied, and I knelt down and slipped the black leather moccasins off his bare feet. It was strange not seeing him in boots, but the moccasins were what Tank brought to the hospital for Ranger to wear home with his clean cargoes and t-shirt. I guess it was because they were easy to get on and off and he didn't have to bend over to tie them.

I took a foot in both of my hands and massaged it for a minute before lifting it up and brushing my lips over the top. Ranger made a sound deep in his throat, something between a growl and a whimper, when my mouth touched him, so I repeated the process with the other foot, this time lingering, my tongue snaking up along his ankle. Glancing up I saw that he was leaning back on his hands, eyes closed, head tipped backward exposing his throat. I watched the muscles there work as he swallowed, and I knew I was going to do this, show him that I loved him. Even if he couldn't or wouldn't have a relationship with me, I wasn't going to let him send me away again. I was his, whether he wanted it or not. And he was mine.

Rising to my feet in front of him I grasped the bottom hem of his t-shirt on each side, taking care not to bump his injury. "Arms up," I instructed and pulled the t-shirt off over his head.

Omigod, that chest! I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. In spite of the weight he'd lost, it was still the most beautiful piece of human anatomy I'd ever seen. I wished I were an artist so I could capture it in pencil or paint, memorialize it forever and make it my own. You'd think after a day and a half of being cuddled into it in the hospital I'd be getting used to it by now, but I didn't think the sight of it would ever fail to move me, even if I saw it every day for the rest of my life.

"Babe." The wolf-grin appeared on his face, and I felt a flush of relief. This was the Ranger I knew and could deal with. "Now it's your turn," he said, reaching for my shirt.

"Uh, uh," I said, taking a step back. His hands released me and the disappointment on his face was so comical that I couldn't control a giggle. "I just don't want you to stretch or move around too much today. I'll do it."

I crossed my arms in front of me, grabbed the bottom of my shirt on opposite sides, and pulled it off over my head.

My amusement melted away, replaced by lust as his eyes sizzled over me, scorching in their intensity, infinite in their depth. "The bra, too," he instructed.

My nipples were attempting to bore their way through the fabric of the RangeMan sports bra that covered them, and I repeated the crossed arms routine and stripped the bra off over my head.

Ranger's eyes went opaque and his breath gusted out so hard I felt the breeze waft across my bare breasts. When he reached out for me I stepped into him, letting his hands slide and stroke, his mouth skim and sweep.

We took our time, fingers fondling and flitting, tongues teasing and titillating. After an eon of touching and kissing, I whispered, "Lie down," and Ranger reclined on the bed. Clambering up next to his good side, I took time and care in removing his cargoes, and the vision of his length springing free inspired me to lascivious licks and greedy gulps.

"Babe," he groaned, reaching for my waistband, "I need you."

"Just stay still." I pushed back off the bed and yanked my pants and panties down together, kicking them aside.

Ranger's clever fingers danced and drove inside me as soon as I crawled back to him, and the first orgasm cascaded and coursed, quivering through my flesh, making my pulse pound and my heart hammer.

Instead of letting me come down, Ranger took me back up, probing and plunging until I spun over the second summit.

The third time came as I lowered myself onto him, his thickness stretching me to a breathless burst of punishing pleasure, making me cry out his name, "Rangerrrrr."

He tensed and stilled as I pulsed around him, his dark eyes imprisoning mine until I thought I'd drown in the bottomless abyss.

And then he began to move, just a little, gliding in and out through my soaking slickness until my whole system shimmered with him. I began lifting and lowering to meet him and the pace built until we were careening uncontrolled toward detonation.

And then it erupted, ripping out my guts and turning me inside out. Ranger's hoarse cry mingled with my own as we rode the crest together, taut and throbbing, shuddering and surging.

Taking care even in my mindless state to avoid his wounded side, I collapsed on top of him.

And we slept.

TBC