This is a Lemon! Read at your own risk! If you skip this chapter you won't miss any vital parts of this fanfic. I was going to have this as part of the last chapter, but I felt that some readers may not want to read this. So I split it off and made it chapter 11.

After the competition Seras and Jaclyn parted ways, Seras went to her room and Jaclyn went to Orrick's so she could see what he was doing. Upon entering Orrick's room, she saw him sitting on a large cushioned chair reading a book. Jaclyn walked over and promptly sat down at his feet.

"What cha reading, Orrick?"

"Nothing that you would find interesting. Why do you reek of human male?"

"I don't reek! We had a shooting competition at the shooting range. Pip decided to give Seras and me a kiss for winning."

"You shouldn't have accepted that kiss. You know how I feel about other males touching you."

It threw Orrick over the edge of his control. Uncountable times he had wanted to take Jaclyn. It was his right, she was his. One thing had always stopped him. Orrick wanted a true partner, not a slave or servant. He wanted Jaclyn to love and want him, just as he wanted her. After smelling other males on her and hearing that one was bold enough to kissed her he could no longer wait. Others needed to know that he owned her.

Getting up, he reached down and picked Jaclyn up. Sitting back down on the oversized sofa-chair, he then pulled her close to his chest and planted his lips on hers. His hands that had been on her hips soon moved. He pushed her short trench coat off of her. Her vest and long-sleeved shirt soon followed.

Sitting in Orrick's lap, Jaclyn was unsure of what to think. She had fallen in love with him when they started going on missions together. Jaclyn had always thought Orrick saw her as a child; One that needed to be controlled. Now, she wasn't sure how he saw her. The way he was acting made her think he loved her the way she loved him.

Her train of thoughts effectively derailed as he pulled on her chin, and in the next moment their lips connected again, this time with more passion. His lips were surprisingly soft to the touch, thin and with the slightest hint of blood in the taste. She couldn't help but be lost to his simple touch. She pushed her lips back against his, eagerly deepening the kiss. As the kiss deepened, Jaclyn could feel his once again move from her waist. He reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Not letting go of her lips he gently took her bra all the way off and threw it down on the floor with the rest of her shirts.

Becoming bold, Jaclyn places her hands under Orrick's shirt and starts to rub her hands along his chest. Wanting to see him, she tries to unbutton his shirt, but this being Jaclyn she has some trouble getting the buttons undone.

"Let me help, Kitten." Growls Orrick as he removes his shirt and throws it to the floor. "Let's take this to the bed. It will be easier for you." Orrick then stands both of them up. Before moving to the bed, though, he kneels down and takes Jaclyn's shoes and socks off. The pants and panties soon follow making Jaclyn blush. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is beautiful. Don't worry, Kitten. This may be your first time, but I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt you."

Unable to speak, she smiles and lets him carry her to the large bed that is on the other side of the room.

Laying her down on the bed he then claims her left breast with his mouth. His hand has the other, fingers dug slightly into her skin as he squeezed. Letting out a soft breath, a tingling sensation starts spreading all over her body. It felt like he was teasing her. His thumb and index finger found her right nipple. It caused Jaclyn to breathe in sharply as he squeezed the sensitive flesh between his digits. Glancing up at him, she could see him smiling. His fingers squeezed the nipple again, and she could feel his crimson eyes on her, studying her. Closing her eyes, Jaclyn tries to suppress the moan that threatened to spill from her lips.

With her eyes closed, she laid there on the bed feeling his hands move over her body. He caressed her stomach, sides and arms. Jaclyn's naked skin tingled everywhere he went, sending goose bumps up her well defined arms. Orrick then shifted slightly above her and she felt his breath on her neck. His breath was warm and gentle. Jaclyn startled as she felt another touch, this one on her thigh. Getting up, Orrick removes the last of his cloths and then returns to the bed. On top of Jaclyn again Orrick starts running his hand up and down her inner thigh, the other is supporting his upper torso allowing him to gaze into her eyes.

To Jaclyn's surprise Orrick's hand begins playing with her nub, sending jolts of electric throughout her body. She moaned and gasped, fisting her hands in the sheets. Her eyes widened as his hand starts to use two fingers to explore her virgin passage. His fingers smoothly pumped in and out of the tight walls, stretching her.

Jaclyn begins to moan from more as she is brought so close by Orrick's knowing touch. He pulls his fingers away at the last minute causing Jaclyn to whimpered slightly. Stared at his manhood for the first time, she is shocked by how long and thick it is. Smirking at her expression, he then aligns himself with her wet opening. Jaclyn tenses at the feel of his throbbing head. To reassure herself she throws her arms around his neck.

"Stop worrying. It will only hurt for a second." After telling her this, Orrick enters swiftly in one movement. The pain from her virgin barrier being broken causes her to cry out like a cat. Orrick makes a low rumbling sound in his chest as he is squeezed mercilessly by her hot channel. He slowly thrusted deeper into her; a hand rubbing against her side. That action distracts Jaclyn from the ache until it melted into pleasurable warmth. She began matching his thrusts, silently asking for more.

He smirks down at her, increasing the pace until she was writhing underneath him and scraping his back with her nails. Jaclyn calls out like a cat again when his hand reaches in between them and begins rubbing her clit. Orrick's actions have thrown Jaclyn so close to her orgasm, and Orrick can sense it. Intense pleasure bursts through Jaclyn, and she screams Orrick's name as her inner muscles rippled.

Orrick manages a few more deep thrusts before reaching his climax as well, shuddering as his seed fills her up. Making a satisfied sound, he lays down on his side next to his partner, not withdrawing from her warmth just yet. Orrick soon starts to comb his fingers through her hair, causing Jaclyn so sigh contently.

"I never knew you felt that way, Orrick. You should have told me. I've been in love with you from nearly half a year now."

"I didn't want you to reject me. I wanted you as a partner not a slave that I own."

"Either way you own me, Orrick."

"True. But sex is more enjoyable when your mate is willing. How are you feeling?"

Thinking about it she could fell a slight stinging in her abdomen. She could feel every bruise down there.

"I feel like I made you mad and you put me through a hard training session that I would normally call hell."

"That's a shame. I was hoping for another round, or four."

Orrick gave Jaclyn one of his smirks and soon they were at it again. Several hours later Orrick is left watching his cat sleep next to him on the bed.