Sarah woke up to a warm hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes and discovered Mort looking down at her with an odd look. She smiled and rolled onto her back.

"Hey-"

"Sh..." He placed his finger over her lips and she kissed it gently.

"I want to hear you breath." He whispered and kissed her neck.

She smiled at how sweet he was and enjoyed the feeling of his lips against her skin.

Glancing at the clock she realized that it was still in the middle of the night.

Was she dreaming?

The feeling between her legs proved her other wise when she felt his hand move down her back. His hand then removed itself from her body and ran itself through her hair. She opened her mouth to say something but no words would come out. He kissed her passionately until she had to pull away to catch her lost breath. She couldn't speak she was lost in his touch again.

"Did you enjoy that kiss?" He asked and sexily licked his lips.

She nodded and grinned, that's all she could do in return. He let his fingers play along her stomach until he came to her boy shorts. Gently tugging at them he kissed along her collar bone. Mort rolled on top of her and kissed lower until he came to her breasts. Slowly lifting up her shirt he starred at her pink nipples and decided to take one into his mouth. Carefully nibbling on her hot skin he looked up at her and watched her eyes roll back. She felt her knees get weak and her breath get caught in her throat as he lifted her night shirt up over head and tossed it onto the floor while he still nibbled at her breasts. Laying there completely naked she realized just how much control he had over her. Usually she was the one in control but this time he surprised her with his strong Mort had decided that he was done with her upper half he moved lower. He licked along her navel and danced his fingers along her thighs. Moisture collected between her thighs as she figured out what he was going to do next. Very carefully he placed her legs on top of his shoulders nibbled on her inner thighs. Once again he had found her spot.

"Mort..." She moaned.

"Sh... remember?" He reminded as he licked and kissed up and down her thighs. Finally he came to her opening and she flinched once his lips found her skin. Taking hold of her hips he stabilized her movements and slowly began to kiss and nibble on her tender flesh. Feeling the warmth of his breath and the length of his tongue inside of her, she moaned with pleasure and thrust her hips closer to his awaiting mouth. After a few moments he pulled away and relocated himself backup to her chest. Carefully, he circled his tongue around her nipples and blew on the wet trail that he had left behind.

"Shit." She muttered as I felt him grow hard against her waist.

"Yeah, I agree babe. Shit." He laughed a bit and kissed her forehead. When she attempted to pull off his shirt he backed away and waved his finger in front of her face.

"I'll do everything sweety you just lay there and be a good girl."Mort had never talked to her like that before but she liked it, she liked his attitude.

Taking off his shirt he looked down at her with those loving brown eyes and smiled sweetly. She felt his love. She felt his sex on hers. She felt hotter than ever.

"Relax." He whispered into her ear and then licked along her earlobe. She shuttered. Nibbling on her neck he took his hand and rubbed it against her knee and spread her legs open. After he had stabled himself he sat up and removed his jeans. Next were his boxers. Once they were all off he teased her again by slipping himself inside of her half way and then pulling out. She rolled my eyes back an shut them. She wanted him so bad.

"Please..."

"Not a chance, not yet." He grinned and placed his hand on her cheek.

She watched him situate himself and plant kisses down her navel and around her belly button.

"I hate it when you do this." She muttered as I felt him tease her again with his manhood.

Feeling light headed she let him take even more control of her by letting him take hold of her hands and forcefully hold them back above her head. Mort smiled down at her as he licked his lips sexily and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away, "Not until you make love to me." Sarah stated without a trace of anger.

"Then I'll kiss you somewhere else." Mort replied in a naughty tone and licked his lips again. He placed his head deep into her neck and kissed along her jaw line. His hands still held hers back. Trying to get free of his grip to wrap her arms around him she moaned. His right hand let go of hers and slid itself between her shaking legs. She went to say something but no words came out of her mouth. She was left speechless. After he had kissed her neck he moved up to her lips and whispered, "Are you ready to kiss me yet?"

His fingers played against the tender skin of her sex and she couldn't help but nod. She wanted to play hard to get but he wasn't making it easy for her at all. She figured he wanted it that way. She let him kiss her and played with his tongue. Swirling his tongue across hers she took her free hand and placed it on his ass. Gradually, she felt him enter two fingers inside of her and twist. Trying to keep her cool she bit down on his bottom lip to prevent sounds of pleasure from escaping her mouth. Wiggling his fingers deeper inside of her she parted from their kiss and looked him straight in the eyes. She wondered if he could see the longing inside of her blue eyes as he continued to tease her by slipping his fingers in and out of her body. She wanted to take control of him but she knew he wouldn't let her by how aggressive he was acting. Letting out a deep sigh he smiled down at her and then kissed her again. She was almost in tears, she needed him, she needed his body inside of hers. She wondered did he crave her warmth as much as she craved him?

"Alright." He answered her questioning eyes and laid on top of her until she felt him against her pubic bone. It wasn't a minuet later and he was inside of her.

"I want to feel your heart beat against mine." He laid on top of her and situated himself between her legs.

Sarah moaned and bit her lip again.

"I want to be next to our baby." He whispered.

Sarah woke up the next morning to the phone ringing. Mort was asleep so she answered it still groggy.

"Um, hello?" She cleared her throat and looked at the clock 9am.

"Hey, is Mort there?" A crabby voice buzzed in her ear.

"He's asleep, may I ask who is calling?" She questioned already annoyed with the woman.

"This is Amy, can you do me a favor....Sarah...." Amy trailed instantly woke up.

"Why are you calling Amy?"

"I NEED to talk to Mort." She insisted forcefully.

"Fine, hold on." Sarah covered the phone and muttered the words, 'bitch' under her breath and shook Mort's side.

"Baby, wake up..."

Mort groaned and opened his eyes.

"Hmmm?" He stretched.

"It's Amy, she insisted that she talked to you." Sarah explained and handed him the phone and laid back sat up and sighed.

"Hello?"

"Mort, do you have my blue cardigan?" Amy asked as Mort rubbed his forehead in aggravation.

"Amy, now's not the time."

"Answer me, I need it. I'm going out this afternoon and I need it."

"With who?" He asked still a little hopeful that it was just a friend.

"A business partner, his name is Ted." She answered sighed and scratched his ear.

"Fine, I'll look for it, and if I have it?"

"Bring it by, I heard from a Monica that you're staying at the Cabin, that's why I called I know I left it there."

Mort shrugged and rolled his eyes, glancing over at Sarah who had a stern look on her face.

"Alright, but I don't understand, what ever it is that you're missing you've been missing for a year now, why would you all of the sudden need it?"Amy laughed a bit.

"It's a girl thing see you in a few." And with that she hung sighed and hung of the phone.

Sarah looked at him and shut her eyes for a moment.

"I'm gonna go get dressed." She said shortly and went to stand up.

"Babe, don't be pissed, it's just little chicken shit." Mort grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.

"Exactly, chicken shit...." She agreed and pulled away from him.

"Sarah, seriously." He stood up and followed her into the bathroom.

"You know I love you and only you, but this whole Amy thing is going to take some time. She still has some shit of mine and I still have shit of hers, we just finalized the divorced, what do you think it's going to be like- roses?" Sarah sighed and placed her head into his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I just love you too much to risk anything." Mort pulled back and looked her in the eyes, "There's nothing to risk baby, I'm only yours."

~*noon*~

Mort arrived at Amy's house, or his old house to be exact, at exactly noon.

He grabbed her cardigan and began to walk up the door when he started to feel a little strange. Dejavu is what he felt running though his veins and he hated it.

"Hello Mort." She answered the door after two knocks wearing nothing but a towel.

"Come on in."

Mort stepped in and tried to not look at her figure as she shut the door and spun around to face him. He handed her the sweater and forced out a small smile.

"Hey, Amy." His voice chocked.

She smiled back at him and grabbed the top of her towel.

"I was just about to get dressed." She said and walked further into the hallway stopping at the entrance to what used to be their bedroom.

"Oh alright, then I'll leave you. I just came to drop it off that's all." He said and went to head back to the front door.

She grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.

"No. No, stay for a few, I have some coffee on."

"Really, I can't stay for very long,"

"Just one cup?" She practically pouted.

He smiled nervously and nodded, "Alright, fine, one."

She opened the door to the bedroom and left it open while she changed.

Mort quickly turned his back once he saw her drop her towel.

"Oh please, you act like it's something you haven't seen before." She giggled a bit and searched through her closet for a pair of jeans.

"Sorry, I-I wasn't expecting that." He cleared his throat and tapped his foot a bit, looking down at the floor.

Amy stepped in front of him wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

"Tell me, Mort, am I still sexy to you." She asked honestly wanting an answer.

Mort looked her in the eyes and said, "Christ Amy, this is not what I came here."

She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. "You know damn well what you came here for."

He thought for a moment and nodded slowly. "I came to give you your sweater and leave, which is what I'm doing right now."

He turned around again and faced the door.

Amy ran in front of him. "Go on, leave, that's what you're best at." She said rudely.

He looked at her and parted his lips to speak by no words came out.

"It was because I lost the baby, wasn't it?" She asked sadly and looked down at the floor.

Mort cleared his throat again. "My God Amy, seriously..."

"I know that's why, you bastard! You can't even look at me now." She said it and she was right, he hardly could look at her in the eyes anymore.

"Amy... please, not now." He sighed and looked up at the door, waiting nothing more than for her to move.

"Why not? If not now, like they'll be another time." She pointed out and stepped closer to him.

"Amy, move, I want to leave." He said.

"Not until you tell me why you left me." She demanded.

"You know why, you were cheating on me Amy, fair and square... I think that's grounds for leaving." Mort's jaw tightened.

"Once and you said you forgave me, why did you lie to my face about forgiving me then?" She asked and looked up at him with angry eyes.

"I did forgive you." He replied and sighed again not wanting to have this conversation.

"Then why did you leave me Mort?!"

"Because, I just, I needed a change."

"After 4 years you need a change?!"

He took at step back from her and groaned. "No,"

"Then why Mort, good Lord, why won't you tell me?" Her arms flew out from her sides in anger.

He stood there thinking and took hold of her shoulders.

"Do you still love me Amy?" It took her a moment to answer until she broke down in tears.

"Yes, why?"

"I thought so, because when you stop loving me, it won't matter to you anymore why I left anymore." He said slowly and carefully.

Amy sniffed.

His hands felt so warm to her skin.

She wanted to hate him and wanted him to herself at the same.

"Mort," She cried. "Tell me you love me..."

Mort stood there watching her sob and finally embraced her, he couldn't stand seeing her like that.

"Mort, please, say it..." She begged as her tears ran down his neck.

He held her tigher and whispered, "Amy, I have always loved you and probably always will, but I have someone else now of whom I love more, who I share my soul with."

She cried harder and her chest heaved against his. He took his hand and placed it in her long blonde hair and kissed her cheek.

"You're going to leave me again aren't you?" Amy asked sadly and looked up him, tears still streaming down her face.

"I'm not going to lie, part of me wants to stay..." He smiled a little and ran her hand through his hair.

"Oh Mort, it's been so long since you've held me like this." Amy whispered soflty.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Sh... I know."

Her lips found his and they kissed gently.

Mort pulled away quickly realizing what he had done and sighed. "Amy, I can't..."

"But you just did." She kissed him again, this time harder and backed him against the wall.

"Amy, stop." He moaned as she unbuttoned his pants and grabbed him.

"But you obviously like that." She smiled cutely and kissed him again backing him harder against the wall. Her tongue collided with his as she pulled down his pants and boxers.

"Make love to me one last time." She requested and kissed his neck, gently sucking on his hot spot, she had him cock hold and he couldn't move.

"Amy..."

"Mort, please, I need you." She brushed her hips against his and removed her panties. Her hands ran down his waist to his groin and took hold of him, teasing him, playing with him. He moaned loudly as she grabbed his scrotum.

"Please..." He took hold of her and slammed her against the wall, kissed her hard and deep, his sex rubbing against hers. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled it some as he kissed her neck, remembering what she tasted like.

"Oh God," She moaned as she played her fingers against his back, encouraging him.

"Amy this bad, really bad..." He moaned as she crawled into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.

She nodded and smiled, "I know baby, it's horrible."

"Not on your part, on mine." He said as he felt himself slide half way into her. She moaned in response and dug her nails into his shoulders.

"Amy, babe, I can't do this, as much as it pains me, I have to stop." He let go her and set her down, struggling to find his pants.

"Mort... what are you doing?" She ask standing there watching him dress.

"I'm going home to someone who loves me for all the right reasons." He said and left her cold, just as he had before.