Their kisses grew more passionate by the second and every time their lips met so did their hips. Sarah's hands clamped themselves against Mort's back, pressing him tightly against her body. She wanted to feel every part of him during their relation. She wanted to touch and kiss every inch of his body and she wanted him to do like wise to hers. Either this was going to be a good-bye forever or a hello-again-my-love, either way she wanted it to be beautiful and Mort did too. He brought his left hand up to her cheek and then back behind ear and massaged her earlobe, causing her cheeks to flush. His kisses grew softer and she felt his hand brush down her neck and then to her collarbone. She parted away from his kiss to let him retrieve his lips to her neck, which is what she was really craving. She felt his tongue glide down her neck to her ear and gently nip at the tender flesh behind it, causing her toes to curl. His warm breath mingling with his salvia was arousing her further and making it harder for her to keep quiet. She found herself thinking that it was sort of pathetic that they were pretty much only at "first base" so far and she was already getting "off". She held back a giggle at her own stupid thoughts and focused back on her feelings and sensations. Mort looked up at her at and found her grinning he thought it was cute but he decided not to inquire any further so he went to her neck, his tongue trailing further down to her collar bone until he began to kiss her skin, his tongue finding its way out again every few moments. Sarah moaned quietly when she felt him reach his right hand over and fully cup her breast. Mort stopped his kisses and gazed up at her, his hand tightening around her breast causing her to close her eyes and then pop them back open again. He smiled widely, knowing that he had done that what must have been hundred times to her before and she had probably only moved for him like THAT maybe.. A good 5 times. He lifted his body back upwards to her lips and before he could kiss her, she kissed him deeply. She kissed him so deeply it took his breath away. His hand tightened on her breast again during their kiss and Sarah felt her nipple harden instantly at his touch. She reached her arms across his back again and brushed her hands down to his behind, taking hold of it and pushing it so that his hips were pressing harder in the general direction of hers. Mort thrust his hips lightly showing her that approved of her action and moved away from their kiss and back down her chest again. He kissed her other breast over the silky material of her black bra, his lips enjoying the feel of her hardened nipple. His other hand squeezed and rubbed at her breast causing her to moan again and slightly arch her back. Mort reached his hands behind her and in one simple motion unhooked her bra strapping. He slowly pulled it away from her body and discarded it off of the side of the bed. His eyes traveled up to hers for a moment and she smiled down at him with a small hint of relief in her eyes.

Mort returned his eyes to her breasts and found himself much more aware of the situation than before. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had missed her so much. He dreamed of this day, of her coming back to him and him making love to her endlessly, but with how his body was reacting, he didn't know how endless it would be. He replaced his lips back to her breast and parted them taking all of her nipple into his warm mouth, sucking on it fully his teeth grazing against her skin and plucking at her until she groaned and reached her hands throughout his hair. Mort removed his right hand from her other breast and brought it downward to her stomach and then lower to her thighs. He brushed his fingers softly against her legs until he came to the waist line of her panties. Sarah lifted her hips allowing him access to slip his hand inside of them and once he did he realized that she too was much more turned on than he thought she'd be. He grinned against her breast and felt her skin grow hot against his tongue as his fingers worked themselves lower into her clothing. She drew in a deep breath and shut her eyes closed again, feeling his fingertips dancing against her sex. She moaned loudly as he took her off guard and thrust a single finger inside of her and at the same time biting down on her nipple. She felt her sex throb against his hand and she opened her eyes to look down at him. Mort lifted his head off her chest and brought his lips inches from hers, his finger still deep inside of her.
"My God..." Sarah sighed and brushed her hand along his cheek.
Mort wiggled his finger inside her dramatically and she threw her head back, her hand moving from his cheek to the back of his neck and her nails finding a spot and digging into his flesh.
"I can't take this..." She moaned as he pulled his finger out slowly and went to go back to kissing her chest again.
Mort looked up at her concerned, stopping everything.

"What's wrong sweety?"

"I need you, I need to see you..." She rolled on top of him a bit forcefully and began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans.
Mort starred down at her excited that she was in charge of things. Sarah's hands worked quickly, she tried to make her action seem more seductive but she simply couldn't help herself any longer, she had waited too long. She all but tore off his pants and boxers at the same time and in one swift motion tossed them carelessly onto the floor. Her heart skipped a beat and then quickened when she realized that he was naked again before her. Her heart always did this every time she saw him laying before her but for obvious reasons that afternoon her heart was pounding as if it was her first time and her last. She took her eyes off his lower portion and crawled up to his neck where she nuzzled her own head and pressed her body flat against his. Mort ran his fingers softly and lovingly down her back, taking in the way her spine curved and the way her back end lifted upward gradually. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them downwards as far as he could due to their position, until Sarah reached down and took hold of his hands and helped him.
After she had removed her last article of clothing the two of them laid on top of one another completely naked and embraced each other, just enjoying the way each others bodies felt. Usually, they would do something like this after intercourse, but seeing the situation, this act was long over due. Sarah could feel Mort hard between her legs and she wanted so badly to reach down pleasure him to take him inside of her and feel him, to be one with him again. She moaned lightly and moved her head from his neck and looked down at him. He starred at her with a look a question and also a look of content.
"Mort." She stated, she didn't begin, she didn't question, she didn't ask, she just said his name for namesake and ran her hand through his hair, lopping a strand around her finger and then tugging at it gently.
He smiled at her and traced his nails down her back, causing goose bumps to form across her sides.

"Sarah." He responded in the same manner, meaning the same as she. Sarah leaned in and kissed him, her tongue hooking with his. She moved her hand out his hair and began to travel down to his chest but he stopped her, taking hold of her shoulders and pulling her eyes into his.
"Sarah wait," He said a bit unsure of himself or his words.
She knitted her eyebrows and stopped.
"I don't know... should we do this? Are you sure you love me?" He asked.
She nodded and sighed a bit, thinking that they had already established that. "Yes, I do love you."
"I mean, truly, answer this: do you love me, all of me... can you love me even when I'm not me?" He asked and then cleared his throat, his own words having an affect on him.
Sarah understood what he meant and looked down at his chest, thinking his words through. Did she? Could she? She waited a moment and looked back up him.
"Mort, if we do this, you have to promise me one thing..." She was about to make an offer but he interrupted her.
"No, I won't hear you out until you answer me first." He said and pulled her back up his eyes. "Do you love me for who I am, all of me?"
Her eyes stayed directly focused into his and her mind flashed back to the day that he had come home and confessed that he had murdered Amy. She did still love him then. She did still love him now. She would just have to learn how to help him and she knew that. She thought about how much she missed him and how even though she was in his arms right then, she couldn't help but think she'd somehow miss him again and how she wouldn't be able to live that any longer than she already had. She nodded again and answered him. "Mort, I love you, all of you, truthfully, honestly, I need you. I'm sorry that it took me to leave you to realize that. But I love you for you and if this is something that we need to get through, I am here for you. We'll get through this."
Mort smiled faintly and brushed his hand against her cheek.
"I love you too. I'm sorry, I had to know that was a yes before we went any further. I respect you for choosing to stick by me, that means more to me than anything. Now, what is that you were saying?" He asked.
"Later Mort, just shut up and kiss me..." She leaned her lips into his and he kissed her hard and passionately, his hand running to the back of her head and deeping their kiss. She parted from their kiss and gently bit down his lip, dragging it downward until she let go and replaced her lips against his chest. He moaned softly as he watched her travel down his body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. She rested both hands on his hips and kissed along his waistline until she came to his manhood and took hold of it. Mort flinched at her touch and watched patiently as she took her time rubbing her hand up and down his length. She glanced up at him for a moment as she held onto him with her left hand and slowly took him into her mouth. Mort moaned as she swirled her tongue around his skin and began to suck on him lightly. She used her right hand to caress his thighs, her nails slightly tracing against him. After a few moments she let go of him completely and took as much of his length into her mouth as possible. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking harder until Mort could feel himself throbbing. She could already taste him and most of time she didn't really like doing this, but at that moment she wanted to, she wanted to feel him, to touch him, to taste him. She wanted to pleasure him.
Mort sat up a bit and Sarah followed her body with his, her mouth never leaving his lower half and her actions never slowing. Mort knew it wouldn't be long until he came and he didn't want her to have to deal with that. She sped up her suctions and sexily glanced up at him noticing his facial expression was one of near orgasm.
He reached his hands deep into her hair, part of him wanting to push her further onto him, but he knew that if he did she'd have to pull away. He moaned and sat up a bit more, his hands tugging on her hair causing her to grunt on his member.
"Sarah you really need to-" He was about to tell her to stop but she just worked her tongue faster and sucked harder, her hand reaching downward and cupping his testicles.
Mort threw his head back at that and laid back down with a load moan. After he had released himself, Sarah crawled back up his body and kissed his shoulder. Mort looked at her with a look of shock that she done that. She just smiled and kissed him again, Mort tasting his own sex on her lips.
"Mmm.. Baby, come here." He returned her smile, a bit mischievously and flipped her onto her back. He kissed her chest and cupped her breasts in his warm hands, already feeling himself getting aroused again. He moved down past her stomach and the second Sarah felt Mort's breath on her sex she nearly cried.
"Mort-" She begged. "Don't,"
"Why not?" He asked his hand resting on the top of her sex, already touching her clit.
She caught her breath and replied, "Just make love to me... I want you-NOW."
"Now huh?" He questioned as he rubbed his thumb lightly against her clit.
She nodded, knowing that he would continue to tease her.

Mort smiled and lowered his head between her thighs and barely ran his tongue across her inner lips. It was so gentle Sarah could hardly feel it but it was enough to cause her to shiver. He increased the pressure of his thumb against her clit and then licked her harder, this time parting her lips with his tongue, finally able to taste her. She moaned and thrust her hips high up to his face until he took hold of her hips and tacked them back down to the bed. He pulled away from her sex but kept his thumb on her clit, working it faster until she could feel her insides throb and long for something to hug onto. He planted wet kisses along her inner thighs as he continued to tease her, his tongue circling her flesh from between his lips every so often, reminding her of how good his tongue felt on her sex. She moaned as he kissed further into her thighs his lips drawing closer to her again, so close she could feel his breath every time he breathed out his nose.
"Mort, please..." She begged breathlessly. Her eyes half were now half massed and practically looked drunk due to the pleasure he was providing her.
Mort realized her position and thought somewhat of his own, he was aching for her too, but he wanted so desperately to push their time together out as long as possible. He didn't want to loose her again and for some reason, he thought that if he stopped making love to her, she'd leave him again. He faintly smiled up at her, a sexy grin is what most would perceive it as but Sarah knew it was probably more of a modest smile, distorted into the utmost sexy appearance due to the situation at hand. He fought with himself for a moment upon wither or not he should do as she requested or do as he wanted and in the end he decided that he would give her the best time of her life.
"Just breathe, honey." He whispered calmly and rubbed his hand tenderly across her knee.
"Oh God..." She sighed and bit her lip knowing that meant she wasn't going to get what she wanted anytime soon, but the sigh wasn't a sigh of distress, it was a sigh of hidden excitement.
Mort continued to kiss between her thighs until her came to her sex again. Then he let his tongue do all of the work, causing Sarah to arch her back and take hold of the bed sheets. He retired his tongue to her clit and flicked at it repeatedly as he carefully and very slowly slid a single finger inside of her. He gave her no more than a minute to adjust to this and then slide another inside of her, pressing his whole mouth against her clit and sucking on it. This sucking was something Mort had never really done to Sarah before but she was loving it and for a moment in time she thought she was going to pass out. He began to slide his fingers in and out of her quickly, his sucking speeding up and growing more aggressive. Sarah tossed her head to the side and groaned loudly, her left hand automatically finding the top of his head and pressing down on it, forcing him to stay directly on her sex. Mort moaned at this and felt himself grow with his own excitement. He reached upwards and took hold of Sarah's right breast with his free hand, squeezing it hard until it totally set her off the edge and Mort felt her tighten and grip against the length of his fingers. He kept his mouth on her sex until she was well past orgasm and with one last gentle kiss to her hood he slid his fingers out and glanced up her for a moment.
She had her eyes closed and her chest was still raising and falling and returning to normal breathing patterning, which is just where he wanted her.
"Hey baby?" Mort aroused her attention by stabling himself between her legs.
Her head grew dizzier than it already was from her last insane orgasm.
"Hm?" Was all she could manage out.
"Now would really be the time to breath." He picked up her legs and spread them widely and brought them behind his back and before she could even really register his words entirely he was inside of her.
"Ohhhh " She all but screamed and reached out for him, her hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders and she finally found the logic enough to open her eyes and look him.
Mort starred at her intently as he thrust deeper inside her, exploring her soft and warm insides. His heartbeat was speeding up by the second and so was hers. He found it hard to blink because he didn't want to break their contact, even though they were now physical connected he felt as though starring into her eyes, they were joined soulfully as well and Sarah couldn't have agreed more. Soon their blinking became in synch with one another along with their thrusts and pumps. Mort felt her tighten harder around him and moaned lowly causing her to moan back and dig her nails hard into the flesh of his shoulders. She watched him squint at this and she tried to let off some of her pressure but it next to impossible. So she instead brought one of her hands across his neck and brought his body lower to hers. He stopped his actions for a moment and kissed her deeply and almost anomalistically, but she liked it. After their kiss he lifted his body off of hers and began to thrust slowly again.
"Harder Mort..." She moaned and tucked her arms under his.
He followed her, just wanting her to say that and began to drive himself all the way in and out of her so fast and so hard she could her their bodies hit one another. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into his back until she was almost positive it would leave marks behind. Mort grunted and continued, sweat collecting on his chest. He felt himself beginning to drift into orgasm and warned her by slowing down. She realized that they were having unprotected sex-again, but it was only Mort who was unprotected that time. She had gotten on birth control for other reasons.
"We're fine." She muttered barely getting the words out and pushing his back hard forward so he'd speed up again and sure enough at those words he did. He trusted her. It wasn't too far after Mort's release that Sarah had hers.
Mort laid on top of her, still inside of her and with her legs still wrapped around him afterward.
"Sarah-" He pulled his weight off her and looked down at her after a few minutes of catching their breath. "Stupid question?"
Sarah brushed a tangled hair out of his eye and tugged it behind his ear. "Sure?"
"Where's your engagement ring?"
Sarah nearly cried again and felt the urge to be wearing it. "At where I am staying."
"Oh." He looked sad again and laid back down. He felt fucked over, she had sex with him or rather "made love to him" but she couldn't even tell him exactly where her engagement ring was or where she was staying yet. So she trust him enough to cum inside of her, but didn't trust him enough to know where she lived, that was smart? He thought.
Sarah rubbed his back and felt his skin bump upward where she had just dug her nails into him and she frowned.
"Mort, can I trust you?" She asked seriously.
He looked up at her again a bit upset and spoke his mind. "Yeah, sure, you know... you can trust me enough to cum inside you but ugh, you can't trust me enough to deal with where you're staying right?"
Sarah felt the sudden urge to push him off of her but then realized how right he was and how he was entitled to feel that way.
"Look, you're the one who told me not to tell you that." She pointed out honestly.
"Yeah, I was..." He agreed, not knowing how to respond to that one.
"But I do suppose you're right with the whole..." She paused and sighed.
"Oh, a sigh? " He sarcastically remarked and rolled away from her, as if to leave the room.
Her heart stopped. "Mort " She nearly screamed. "Don't..." She reached for him and when he looked at her eyes and they said it all.
"Alright then, don't be so bitchy about it." He searched for the bed sheets and pulled them over the two of them, but remained about a foot away from her reach.
She didn't like that so she rolled onto her side and then onto his chest.
He held back a smile at the fact that she couldn't be a foot away from him, but the matter was, he wouldn't have left her anyway.
She looked at his eyes and searched through them and realized that the whole time she had been with him that day, they had never changed, they had remained the same, they were constantly one color brown and a consistent personality, Mort's original person, the man she had fallen for. With that she decided to dish out the information.
"I'm staying with Jen."
"I figured so." He said quiet honestly and brushed his hand against her cheek. "I'm glad though, that you're with a friend that cares and that you are safe and all is well."
Sarah nodded slowly and then stopped and pressed her forehead against his. "It's not Mort and you know it and I know it and I know Jen knows it."
Mort nodded causing her head to move with his. "Speak to me..."
"I can't live like that anymore. I can't go to sleep with a pillow that I cuddle with dreaming that is you, I can't look at the same fucking picture every night just so I don't forget the way your face is shaped, I can't sleep with my own hand on my hip anymore, I can't rub my own forehead, I can't continue to see Doritors and cry I can't-" She went to carry on but Mort stopped her with a soft kiss.
"I'm going crazy too... we'll more so with out you I do suppose..." Mort said trying to be lighthearted.
Sarah thought about his words and what all they could mean she sighed carefully, incase he decided to get up again.
"Crazy?"
Mort sighed now agitated in himself. "Yeah, sure."
"Mort..."
"No... not THAT crazy " He assured honestly.
"Alright, good." She looked away from him, once again unsure if she should had even gone to his place.
"Don't-" He grabbed her face and brought her eyes back into his. "Don't be scared of me."
This sincerely broke her heart. "Baby... I-I..." She trailed off, knowing deep down that she couldn't lie to him.
"I know." He nodded and brushed her cheek again and brought his lips to her forehead. "But just, when you leave here, think of me... and the way I was today.... alright?"
"Mort... wait...can you just-" She choked up and found it hard to speak again.
He waited for her to finish which took a her minute.
"Can you," She decided it would be easier to do it for him than to explain, that way she wouldn't cry again. She straddled his hips and slipped him back inside of her causing both of them to moan lowly. "Just... don't move, let me sleep like this, in your arms, for awhile... please?" She laid back down on him and rested her head in to crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin, making a note to herself that if this be their last time together, to never forget it and to never forget how good he made her feel inside.
Mort tightly wrapped his arms around her back and caressed her a moment then brought one of his hands up to her forehead and rubbed it gently to put her to sleep.
"Anything for you Sarah, anything." He whispered.

~*~

Sarah woke up cuddled in Mort's arms, her head buried deep in his neck and their legs entangled in one another's.
"Mort?" She whispered, noticing that through the window it was night. The room was pitch black except the alarm clock numbers which read: 10:13pm. She rubbed her eye and hesitated getting off of him, knowing that would probably wake him up in an instant. She needed to get back to Jennifer and tell her that she was alright, she also needed some advice.
She decided to kiss him gently and wake him pleasantly. She leaned her lips down in the general direction of his until she found them in the dark. Mort let out a quiet cute grunt and thrust his hips tightly against hers, still asleep.
"Baby?" She carefully kissed around his earlobe and whispered, "Wake up."
He moved his head towards hers and slowly opened his eyes only to find not much other than a vague outline of her face.
"Hey." He said sounding a bit groggy.
Sarah smiled widely and felt her heart skip again. "Hey."
Mort felt around and realized that he was no longer inside of her. "Oh, I'm sorry... did I break a promise?"
"No babe, it's after 10pm, I think we've moved from that position." Sarah laughed a bit and kissed his forehead.
Mort smiled, nodded and brought his hand to her cheek.
"Hmm... God, I love you." He blurted out, not so sure of what he saying since wasn't awake.
"I love you too." She curled back into his arms, missing his half-awake non-sense. They stayed like that for a long moment until...
"Well, ugh..." She paused and thought a minute about leaving.
"Yeah?"
"Nothing."
"I know, you woke me up to say good-bye." He cleared his throat.
Sarah thought about it and once again, he was right.
"Yeah, I did." She looked down at him but couldn't make anything out.
"Alright." He nodded slowly, not realizing it but tightening his grip around her waist.
"Mort," She began. "Will you walk me to the door?"
Mort smiled. "Of course I will."

After the two of them got dressed, which consisted of complete silence, Mort walked Sarah to the door, just as he had promised.
"Well, this is the door..." He said kind of unsure of himself as they stood next to it.
"Yeah, door." She nodded and glanced at it.
"So, good-bye then?" He said plainly, trying with all his power to hold back his sadness.
Sarah avoided his eyes and gave him a quick hug. "Good-bye Mort."
They both went to grab the door handle at the same time and exchanged award shuffles. Just as she was about to walk out of the door Mort grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her close to him.
"So, then last night was a good-bye forever?" He questioned tears eating at the back of his throat.
Sarah stood there about to fall apart again.
"Mort-"
"Answer me "
"I don't know..." She starred at the floor.
"Fuckin' A, just answer the goddamned question I'm not here to play games anymore, Sarah. Either you want me or you don't. I gave you choices. You take 'em or you leave 'em. I'm not going to lay them back out on the table now. You know I'll work with you. And after all you said to me last night, you just fucking walk out of here like this? "Door"... you know what? Go ahead... walk out... just go... and take the shithead door with you while you're at it, hell why not " He erupted.
Sarah stood there not so sure what to think. She realized that Mort wasn't acting "crazy" Mort was being angry because he was hurt by her.
"It's not like that " She shot back.
"Then what the hell is it then? Did you just miss me fucking you because that's all it really seems to me..." He replied.
Sarah looked at him rudely and rolled her eyes. "Please Mort "
"What It's true. That's exactly how I feel right now Sarah. I haven't a clue about you. Yeah, you live with Jen, alright... that took me a damn eyetooth to get out of you, I don't know your phone number, I don't know where exactly Jen lives, I don't know where you work, I don't know a fucking thing about you anymore... nothing. And so you come in here yesterday, you come to get your shit and it's 'oh Mort, I love you' and then it's, 'oh Mort I don't love all of you' and then it's, 'oh Mort I DO love ALL of you,' then it's 'Mort, just shut up and make love to me ' and then it's, 'oh Mort, sleep inside of me' and then it's, 'Oh Mort sweety wake up baby, walk me to the door.' and then you shit all over me? And frankly, it brakes my heart. There. Done and said."
Sarah looked at him and realized how hurt he was and took a step closer to him but stopped.
"I'm just...really confused..." She began.
"Well, there are 3 questions you need to answer right now before you walk out that door if you ever want to speak to me again. One: Do you love me? Two: Do you want to continue this relationship? Three: Do you consider me a threat to you anymore?
Answer them now before you go and we'll decide, but if you walk out of here with any sort of 'maybes or I dunno's, it's over on my part, because that to me just means that you are unsure about everything right now." He pointed out.
Sarah set down her purse and sighed. She stood there for a moment and then gazed up at him.
"One: I love you, yes. I love you 100%, completely. This whole time I was with you it scared me that I loved you so much. I am afraid that I am going to loose you again and that you are going to break my heart and that I will STILL somehow love you 100% and won't be able to love another the same. There.
Two: Yes, I want to continue this relationship, I want to so bad. I want to stay here, I want to get married. I want to have a family with you. I want have your child. I want grow old with you. But, I don't want it to be like last time, I don't want to stay home all day doing nothing, watching you write endlessly. I want to go out, I want to work, I want to go to college. I want to make something of myself.
Three: When we talk like this and you are honest with me about your feelings and the passion we shared last night, no I'm not afraid of you, I felt the safest in your arms than I've felt in a long time last night. But how long is that going to last? If I come back here, I want you to get help Mort, I want you go talk to someone about your problems, don't go blabbing about killing someone but you know, get some medication or something or just go talk alright? That's the only way I'll feel safe. If I come back, I want us to talk about how you are doing on a weekly basis, I want to know. I want see that you are alright. You understand? I'm only caring.
That is where I stand."
Mort looked at her realizing she was speaking the truth and he scratched at his ear. "Alright, I can deal with all that. So college, check, job...check, help for me... double check."
Sarah looked at the floor again and thought about all this over in her mind. She thought about if he would do it or not, but him making a stand at the door like he had really meant something to her and the way he acted yesterday... it was all so much like Mort, but a better Mort.
"Sarah, look, I'll give you sometime I don't mind that... I just had to know... I'm sorry I blew up..." He walked up to her placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright." She sighed and shook her head. "I guess I was being a bitch and confusing myself and you."
"I started it all, I will admit that." Mort offered.
Sarah nodded and raised her eyebrows at that one.
Mort looked away from her and sighed. "So...?"
Sarah glanced back up him and realized his sadness was back on his face.
"Door again?" He signaled towards it lazily.
She didn't even look at it and headed into his arms.
"Not yet... I think, well, I know... since you like definite answers, that I want a kiss good-night, not good-bye, good-night."
Mort smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her very deeply.
When they pulled away she wrote her cell phone number for him and promised that she'd call him the following day. Now, finally, walking out of the door was no longer an obstacle for her, instead it somewhat felt like it promised her something, but what she didn't know, but deep down she felt like it was something good.