A/N: I have returned. So let me tell you guys what happened. I was having CONSTANT headaches, and my Dr. told me I was having tension headaches. Well, one day while I was at work, the right side of my body went numb, and I couldn't talk. I had to be rushed to the hospital, and it turned out that I had spinal meningitis. I had to have four spinal taps because I had so much fluid in my spine, and it was putting pressure on my brain. So I was in the hospital for almost three weeks, and had to catch up with school stuff when I was released. SOOOOO that is what happened. I am good to go now, sooo on with the fic! Thanks for all of the reviews! Oh yeah…there are some mature rated themes up ahead. You have been warned

Previously on Testing Boundaries Chapter 12

It appeared to be some sort of contract, written by Mr. Stuart himself. It was a legal agreement between himself and…Sinister. It basically discussed options for the funding of some kind of project. It was simply called Project 4567. How clever.

Further back there were signed documents by Sinister and….

Sebastian Shaw!

She knew that bastard was in on what ever it was, but why? The document must have been older since it had his signature on it.

She continued to glance over the file, and it discussed protection for the both of them. She was beyond confused.

"I found something. Let's get outta here."

They both stood and quickly rushed out of the room. Remy locked the door before they shut it behind them.

She couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement. She actually had something of use, and would probably find out more once she had a chance to read it over.

Her happy demeanor was quickly interrupted when she heard a voice. "What are you two doing up here? This area is off limits to guests!"

Remy didn't miss a beat. He answered before she even had a chance to turn around.

"I apologize. I was trying to locate a private section to get better…acquainted with my guest." He brought her close to him.

Rogue turned around, and stood completely still from shock. Her heartbeat had significantly increased, and she felt extremely short of breath.

The man was Shaw.

Sebastian Shaw.

To be continued…

Chapter 13

"Finally"

She immediately felt her heart beat pick up at a rapid pace. She was panicking, and didn't know what her next move should be. She quickly looked around, looking for the closest escape route.

The man in front of her looked very different, but it was definitely Shaw.

He had lost some weight, which in turn made his face look sunken in and even more eerie than it was before. It was probably due to him living on the streets for a short time. His hair was much shorter, and he appeared to be more dressed down than all of the other guests.

Remy's empathy quickly picked up on her sudden fear, and he brought her closer to his side. She was rigid in his grip, and he could feel her muscles twitching in anticipation. The man obviously had a big impact on her, and he would have to find out why. But that would have to come later. Right now, they had some very important documents on them, and if they were caught, they both were as good as dead.

The man continued to stare at her. She prayed that he wouldn't recognize her.

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes a bit in her direction. "You look very familiar. Have we met before?"

She continued to stare at the man in front of her. It appeared that he didn't have a clue who she was, but the situation still made her extremely uneasy.

Why the hell was he here? How did he even get here?

She was brought back to her senses when Remy nudged her in her side. "The gentleman is speaking to you Brandy."

She quickly cleared her throat, hoping that he didn't notice her nervous hesitation. "Um, no. I'm sorry. I don't think we have met."

Shaw raised one eyebrow, and seemed to buy it. "Sorry about that. As of recently, my memory hasn't been that great. But back to the point, you both can't be up here. These rooms are closed off. Mr. Stuart doesn't allow the party guest on this floor."

Remy spoke up for the first time. "Again, I apologize. I wanted some alone time with her, if you know what I mean. May I ask what your name is?"

An odd look passed over Shaw's face, as if Remy had just asked him for his social security number. "It's Shaw. Sebastian Shaw."

Rogue eyed him suspiciously. If he remembered who he was, why didn't he remember her? She couldn't resist the temptation to snoop through his mind, so she did.

She quickly shifted through his mess of thoughts, and found that it was all in shambles. But there was one thing for certain that stuck out clearly in the jumbled mess. He was found, and was informed by what he considered "strangers" of whom he really was. He had no sense of identity what so ever.

The question was how did he get here, and why.

She quickly pulled herself from his mind, and was debating on whether or not she should just fly all of them out of the window. She hated the man in front of her, and wanted to do everything in her power to take him back with them. She quickly shook the thought from her head. That stint would surely end up with them being severely injured, or even worse. She could never put Remy's life in danger like that.

Oblivious to what had just transpired, Remy spoke up. "Well Mr. Shaw, if guest are not allowed up here, why are you here?"

She held her breath at Remy's abrasive forwardness. It made no difference to her, the man known as Shaw was ruthless and cunning, and she didn't want Remy to stir up that emotion within him.

The other man seemed to be thinking extremely hard. His eyes seemed distant, as if he had to really think with great intensity over the simple question. A blank looked soon crossed his face, and he became clueless. "I…I don't know. I need to talk to the Doctor…he is helping me with—"

He was suddenly cut off by another voice, which sounded almost alien when it spoke. "That is quite enough Mr. Shaw. You have bored the guest long enough."

Rogue was so consumed with Shaw, that she didn't even notice the other presence behind her. She wanted to kick herself for not paying more attention to her surroundings. It could have been a fatal mistake. When she turned around, it took everything in her power not to scream. The man that stood before her was absolutely terrifying. His skin was the same color as a corpse, and he had an odd marking of some sort on his forehead. His eyes were blood red and crazed, and when he spoke, she could see that his teeth were razor sharp in appearance. Based on what Mystique had told her, she immediately knew that this man had to be Sinister.

She unconsciously took a step back.

He sensed her movement. "Don't be frightened. I am just Mr. Stuarts… Physician."

The man was lying through his teeth.

He turned his attention back towards Mr. Shaw. Addressing him with a sense of frustration in his voice "I told you to stay in…your room."

The other man looked ashamed. "I had to go to the bathroom. I forgot where my room was at."

Mr. Sinister glared at the man as if he were a small cockroach. He returned his attention towards them both. "You'll have to excuse my friend. He suffers from dementia, but we are trying to straighten that out."

Rogue couldn't believe what was happening. The man that was Shaw was nothing like the man she had encountered before, which was a good thing. He was insecure and uncertain, and he appeared to rely heavily on Sinister for a sense of identity. The whole ironic part about the whole situation was that neither of them knew it was her that had put him in this state.

She quickly decided that they needed to play their part. They were at a party full of people that hated mutants. Why on earth would Stuart allow two in his home? She knew that they were working together for some reason, but allowing them to stay at his home was a little risky. She tried to sound snobby and stuck up when she voiced her opinion. She knew how mutant haters acted; she had had plenty of run-ins with them

"Are you actually speaking to Mr. Reis, mutant?"

A dark shadow crept over his already scary features. "I am no mutant. I look this way because I have a rare medical condition."

Once again the man was lying through his teeth.

As if on cue, thunder began to rumble outside the windows, causing the glass to shake.

While all of this was transpiring, Remy carefully maneuvered their precious evidence down within his waistline. They couldn't jeopardize this mission. He pretended to be furious with Rogue's comment. "I apologize for her forwardness. She has forgotten her place."

He pretended to snatch her up by her arm "You have ten seconds to make it to the car before I beat you senseless."

Rogue immediately recognized that he was giving her an escape route. Without saying a word she nodded and began to hurry down the stairs.

Sinister appeared to have bought the act; he had a smug look upon his face as if he had just won some sort of battle.

"Don't damage her to badly. She is a fine specimen."

Remy only nodded, and started to go after her. Before he made it to the stairs, he heard Sinister address him. "Mr. Reis, are you coming to the next gathering?"

Remy stopped in his tracks. They could use this information to their advantage. "Of course. Where is it again?"

"Here In four months time. No formal affair, just the normal meeting. And bring your guest, she is very entertaining."

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it."

He quickly hurried down the stairs. There was something about that man that made him extremely uncomfortable.

He made it down to the first floor, and found Rogue there waiting for him. She seemed relieved to see that he was okay. He gave her a reassuring smile and guided her towards the main entrance.

When they exited the mansion, heavy droplets of rain immediately pounded them. They both ran quickly to the parked Limo.

Bobby had been given the job as chauffer, and immediately got out to open the door for them both.

When they were all in the car, Rogue appeared to be visibly shaking. Remy attempted to comfort her by quickly scooting closer to her and wrapping his arm around her. "You ok Chère?"

"That was him Remy. That was the man that locked me up with Ms. Marvel."

He was surprised from the news. She must have been terrified. He brought her closer to him. "The scary looking one?"

"No. The one that had no idea who he was."

"How do you know it was him?"

"Because I am the one who did it to him."

Remy knew that Rogue was a powerful mutant, but the idea that she could wipe someone's brain clean made him a little uneasy.

He decided to change the topic to ease some of her tension. "So who was the other guy?"

"That has to be Sinister. Remy what am I going to do? He said that he was working on Shaw's memory. If he regains it he will come after me."

"Not while I'm around Chère."

His tone was so sincere, that she immediately felt better. Her mood suddenly shifted from scared to determined. "Remy, we have to call the others. We have to take them all down, tonight!"

"Slow down petite. We can't do that yet."

She abruptly turned towards him, astonished at his cool demeanor. "We have to! If we don't the whole operation could be moved to a different location! Then we will be right back at square one." She was trying her best not to yell.

"If we run in guns blazing, it will ruin everything. We don't have enough information yet. Don't worry, they aren't goin' anywhere. It's too risky. And besides, they don't have anywhere to go to. We ruined his lab, remember?"

She did. They had completely destroyed what was left of it.

He continued, "They are staying close to Stuart not only because he is funding them for some reason, but also for the protection. They're not leaving. I bet my life on it. We will tell the others everything tomorrow."

Rogue knew that he knew what he was talking about. He had years of experience when it came to reading people and figuring them out, but that still didn't help her from shaking the feeling of uneasiness within her gut.

"Sinister said that there is a meeting in four months. We could go and try to get more information; maybe snoop around a bit more. Now we have more of an in."

She shivered at the thought of having to see the man again. "Lucky us."

He gave a half grin in her direction. "By the way, what ever happened to your new boyfriend?"

She raised her eyebrow in his direction. She had no idea to what he was referring to. "Huh?"

"Mr. Stuart. He was quite taken with you."

She let out a dry laugh. "I barely had to absorb him. He was so drunk, he nearly keeled over on his own. Such a charming individual, that one."

When she turned to look at him, he raised his hands and rubbed at the front of her hair. He then pulled his fingers back and examined them. "Looks like the dye is running off from the rain."

She quickly took out a small mirror from her clutch, and took in her appearance. Apparently, her mutation didn't allow dye to stay on her hair.

"Shit! I hope it doesn't run on my dress!" She quickly looked down at herself to make sure there were no visible stains.

He let out a throaty laugh. "The dress is fine. You looked amazing in it, by the way."

She felt her face redden from his comment. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

The two shared a look of appreciation, which was soon cut short from Bobby.

The front window that separated the driver from the passengers began to roll down. "Hey guys, I don't mean to ruin your precious moment, but Emma said that there was a high chance that you would get tailed because you're a new member or whatever. Am I dropping you guys off at a hotel or something?"

Rogue all of the sudden felt very giddy and nervous. She had almost completely forgotten that she would be staying the night with Remy.

Remy scooted up and handed a piece of paper through the small window. "Take us to that address."

Bobby looked at the piece of paper, and quickly looked up again. "Dude, this address is like thirty minutes in the opposite direction. Couldn't I just take you guys to the Hilton on the way back to the mansion?"

Remy huffed in response to the request. "That address is not a hotel, it's a penthouse suite."

Rogue eyed him suspiciously. "You have a penthouse?"

"One of the perks of being a thief Chère. We have safe houses all over the country."

"I would think that a safe house would be a little less flashy."

He smirked in her direction. "What can I say? We are spoiled."

She couldn't argue with him there.

About half an hour later, they were nearing their destination. It appeared that there was some sort of midnight construction, and it had traffic backed up in the still busy city.

Remy tapped his fingers in frustration. He was all nerves knowing that he would soon be taking Rogue to a very private location. He rubbed his eyes, and realized that he was still wearing the contacts. He quickly took them out, and tossed them out of the window.

He was becoming bored just sitting in the stalled vehicle. He abruptly opened the door and stepped out into the rain.

Rogue looked at him like he was crazy. "What the hell are you doing?"

He reached his hand out towards her. "Feel like walking? It's such a beautiful night."

"Are you crazy? We'll be soaked through by the time we get there!"

"Come on. Get that stick out of that cute ass of yours and live a little."

He was teasing her, and she took it as a challenge. "Fine."

They both exited the vehicle, and Bobby shouted out to them both, "Have fun kids!"

He did (what Rogue was positive) an illegal U-turn, and drove off into the distance.

The two were left standing in the pouring rain.

She lifted her clutch above her head, attempting to stop some of the droplets from pelting her face. "Well isn't this just loads of fun."

He smiled at her sarcastic comment and started to walk towards their destination. She quickly followed his steps as they began to speedily walk to their destination.

It wasn't very long before they came to an extremely nice apartment building. As they entered, the man at the door recognized Remy right away. "Mr. Lebeau! How good to see you! And you brought a guest I see." The main wiggled his eyebrows in Rogue's direction. How tactful of him.

Remy smiled at the man and introduced her. "Hello Carlos. This is Rogue, and yes she will be my guest this evening."

The man gave them both a knowing smile, and tipped his hat. "Well your suite is just like you left it."

"Thank you Carlos."

He grabbed her hand and led her to the elevator. She knew it was a simple act, but she felt a rush of excitement through her body from the contact. When they boarded the elevator, he pressed the number to the highest floor.

They both rode in a comfortable silence waiting for them to reach his place. When the doors finally opened, they were greeted by another set of doors directly in front of them. Remy pulled a key from his pocket, and placed it within the lock. When he swung open the door, he stepped aside and gestured her in. It took everything she had not to gasp at the splendor of the penthouse.

It was decorated beautifully, and had extremely large glass windows that revealed an excellent view of the city bellow.

She walked over to the window, and looked out of them like an excited little child.

He smiled, finding that he liked the fact that the place had pleased her.

"Remy, this place is gorgeous!"

He placed the precious evidence on his kitchen countertop. "Eh, it's okay I guess."

She turned to him and placed her hand on her hip. "Okay? It's more than okay."

She notice a few candles on the counter top that looked like they were burned half way down. Her look changed to mock disgust "Please don't tell me you brought me back to your hidden sex fortress or somethin' like that."

He chuckled in response. "No, you are the only woman that has ever come here. We can make it a sex fortress if you would like."

For some reason, she was relieved that no other woman had been there. She liked the fact that she was the first. And the mention of sex with him at that moment made her heart flutter.

He continued to stare at her, trying to decipher her reaction to his comment. She smiled nervously in his direction. "What?"

"Nothing. I just find it amazing that you are completely drenched, and look even better than you did before."

It was true. Her skin was glistening from the rain, and her hair was wild and clung to the base of her neck. The dress clung to her curves, and he could see the form of her pert nipples beneath the thin satin like material. She looked like she was dripping pure, unfiltered sex. She truly was a goddess, and he could feel his hardened response pressing against his pants.

She self-consciously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I probably look a mess."

He shook his head and slowly stepped towards her.

Her heart began to quicken from his change in location. As usual, he looked absolutely amazing. He was soaked, and she could see the form of his body beneath his damp clothes. She felt heat begin to rise in her cheeks at the thought of what was underneath it all. She had seen it once, and although it was an unexpected peek, she was thoroughly impressed with what she saw.

She returned her gaze to meet his, and she could see the fire blazing within his eyes. It brought a yearning forth within her that she didn't know existed until that moment.

He stopped when he stood directly in front of her. "That would be impossible."

She wasn't sure if her reaction was from all the different emotions that she had experienced that night, but she felt all of her pent up sexual frustrations finally explode. She suddenly crashed her mouth upon his without giving it a second thought.

He was momentarily caught off guard by her forwardness, but quickly recovered. He brought her close to his form, and pressed himself against her. She moaned in response, and grabbed his hair within her fingers, trying to get him as close to her as she possible could. She felt the hardened length of him on her stomach, and her body immediately began to ache in response to the contact. She loved the way that he kissed her. It was so full of need and want, and she found it enticing and delicious. She quickly decided to make a bold move, and pushed him back onto the leather couch. She lifted her dress so it allowed her to straddle his lap, and she began to thrust her hips in a grinding motion over his manhood. She was pleased with herself when he moaned against her lips, and began to kiss her at a feverish pace. She was suddenly bothered by the barrier of his clothing. She wanted to see his bare skin and view his immaculate body. She used a little too much force when she attempted to remove his shirt, and ended up ripping the material from his body completely. She took a moment to observe the beauty of him, and ran her hands along his chest, making sure to memorize every well-defined ripple with her fingers. As she was exploring him for the first time, he began to place a trail of desperate kisses down her neck, while his hands began to move up the dip of her waist, and finally making their way to her breasts. She whimpered at the contact, and he needed no further encouragement. He unzipped the side of her dress, and pulled down the fabric from her impeccable form. It took everything he had not to simply rip the fabric away from her. When he lowered it down past her stomach, the sight was even better than he had ever dreamed of. He kissed her at the base of her neck, and made his way to her full, luscious breasts. He cupped them both within his hands, and delicately rubbed one erect nipple between his fingers, while he placed his mouth upon the other. He then switched the contact, making sure he distributed equal attention to both.

She could immediately feel something build within her when she felt his tongue upon her flesh. It was a feeling like she had never experienced before, and she never wanted the feeling to end. She could feel the slick warmth between her legs, and she knew her body was screaming to be filled.

He quickly made his way back to her mouth and lifted her up, momentarily standing while she wrapped her legs around him. He immediately placed her back on the couch, only now she was the one on her back. He hastily brought his mouth back to hers, and she swiftly opened up in response. He had so much lust and carnal needs built up, that he found it extremely difficult to keep his composure. Although, she had lost most of hers already.

He decided that he had to taste her, in every possible way. He shimmied her dress past her hips, and was pleased to find that she was wearing a very sexy pair of panties. He began to place a trail of heated kisses down her stomach, driving her mad with anticipation. His hands grabbed at her hips, and he attempted to move her closer to him. He heard her breath inhale sharply as he made it to her panty line. He placed delicate kisses around the material, before he slowly removed them. He noticed that her breath had become quicker in pace, and took it as a sign of excitement. When he threw the material to the ground, he turned back and took in the sight before him.

She was the most beautiful creature that he had ever perceived. She was the true form of perfection, and he looked up at her hooded gaze one final time before he placed his mouth on the most sensitive spot on her being.

She immediately felt a foreign sensation that she had never felt before. When he had taken her bosom into his mouth, she didn't think it could get any better than that. How wrong she was.

He began to slowly move his tongue in a soft circular motion within her womanly folds, and she automatically began to arch her back in response. The feeling was nothing like she had ever experienced, and her body writhed at the intense contact. He immediately felt her movement, and smiled to himself as he continued to pleasure her. He snaked his arms around her thighs, so she had no choice but to feel the full force of what he was capable of. He could quickly feel and see the signs that her climax was near. Her moans became much louder, and she was grasping his hair within her fingers, bringing him closer to her core. Her legs began to shake, and he could see the flexing of her abdominal muscles above him.

She didn't think she could take much more of his tongue's caress. She felt the intense sensation began to build within her core, and she began to feel shivers run throughout her body. Then the feeling of euphoria abruptly hit her. She was sure she almost screamed with pleasure. The feeling was so intense in pleasure that she felt the need to back away from his mouth, but his grasp around her thighs made the task impossible. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, another wave of pleasure immediately took her.

He smiled to himself as she screamed from bliss. He had fantasized about this moment many times, but this was far more perfect than anything he could ever dream up. As she climaxed, he could feel the slickness of her release, and he couldn't get enough of her sweet taste. It reminded him of warm vanilla, and he knew he would develop a craving for it. As her breathing slowed, he reluctantly left her warmth and began to kiss his way back up to her mouth.

As he began to come back to her, she was in a state of post orgasmic bliss, but she was far from done. She hungrily kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth. She slowly lowered her hand to his pants, and attempted to make quick work to remove them. When she felt that she had finally undone them, she removed them and his boxers from his form. Although she couldn't wrap her hand fully around his velvety length, she still attempted to sensually caress him the best that she could. She was extremely nervous, and a tad embarrassed because she was so inexperienced. He sure didn't seem to notice though. She continued to kiss him, and he moaned against her mouth.

The moment she placed her hand on his length, he felt like he was going to explode. She knew what she was doing, and if she kept it up the night would be a short one.

He quickly maneuvered himself out of her grasp, and placed himself against her entrance, rubbing himself against her being. He needed to be in her; he needed to make her his. He felt her body become stiff beneath him.

He looked at her, concerned. He almost growled when he spoke. "Desole. I just need to be inside of you. Now."

She had wanted this for so long. But she was terrified and anxious. She wanted to make sure that she could please him, even though she was a virgin. "Remy, I've never done this before."

That got his attention. "Do what?"

She fidgeted beneath him. "This. Any of it. You're… my first."

She saw a series of facial expressions playing on his face.

How could he have been so rough and forward with her? He had thought for sure that she had lost her virginity to Warren. Yet she hadn't, and here he was moving one hundred miles per hour. He was the first man to ever make her climax, and the thought thrilled him. No wonder she was breathing so heavily. She was probably nervous as hell, and he didn't pick up on any of the signs. But there was a part of him that was so extremely happy that she had chosen him to be her first, that he wanted to dance. He laughed at his own stupidity.

She expected many things from him, but she definitely didn't expect him to laugh at her.

She immediately became defensive. "What's so damn funny?"

"Nothin Chère. You don't know how happy that makes me."

She was beyond confused. He still was on top of her, and she began to feel uncomfortable. "You're happy I'm a virgin?"

"Yes. And I'll be damned if your first time is on a couch."

He quickly picked her up bridal style, and carried her back to the bedroom. She giggled at this sudden movement, and he loved the musical tune of her laughter. He suddenly realized that he was relieved she had chosen him. Because as much as he tried to deny it, he loved this woman. He gently set her down on his king sized bed, and dimmed the lights down. Now that he knew this was her first time he would take things at a much slower pace, although he was certain it was going to kill him. He crawled back over to her, and kissed her while moving his tongue in a passionate dance with her own.

She could tell that the mood had dramatically shifted. It was great before, but now it held so much passion and need. She had wanted this for so long, and now the moment was finally here.

She was nervous as hell.

He obviously was an excellent lover, and she had no idea what she was doing. She whispered, "Remy, I just want to be good for you…while we are doing this."

He tenderly cupped her face as he laid on top of her, making sure he didn't put too much weight on her. "Tu es parfaite."

She believed that he had just said she was perfect, but he could have said anything in French at that moment and she would have melted in his arms.

He placed a series of gentle kisses on her neck, and she again felt the heat radiating within her. He slowly ran his hand along her form, tenderly dipping his hands on her feminine curves. Knowing that her body was again ready, he slowly placed himself at her entrance, and she tensed up with anticipation.

He whispered in her ear, "Relax Chère. It will make the first part…less painful."

She was extremely excited, but also extremely anxious.

"I'm nervous. You're… well endowed."

He smiled against her mouth. "And you are sexy as hell, and I'm yours."

That was all she needed to hear. He was hers, which in turn meant that she was his. She kissed him deeply, and braced herself as he began to slowly enter her.

She had to try hard to remember to breathe. This wasn't enjoyable; it was painful. Just when she thought that he couldn't go in any further, he would slowly push himself deeper within her, attempting to let her get acclimated to the new sensation and his size.

He knew that he was larger than the average male, and for the first time in his life he felt bad because of it. He whispered tender and soothing endearments in French as he finally entered her fully. It took everything in his being to move at the slow and steady pace. She felt like pure perfection, and he was certain that as soon as he entered her he would go over the edge.

The first slow thrust was painful. The second one wasn't that bad. By the fifth one, it actually began to feel good. She started to respond and moan from the feeling. He looked deep within her eyes, and she knew at that moment that she really truly loved him. She always had. He lowered his mouth to hers, and began to kiss her as he quickened his pace inside of her, although she could tell that he was holding back. She nibbled on his ear, and then whispered, "It's okay. It feels good now. You can go harder and faster if you want."

As soon as she said those words, it took everything that he had not to release himself at that exact moment in her. "I don't want to hurt you."

She arched her back in response to the feeling that was now beginning to build up within her. "You won't."

When he hesitated, she knew he needed some encouragement. She wanted to feel his full force. She thrusted her hips up as he would enter her. "Fuck me Remy."

That was all he needed to hear. He began to pound into her at a faster pace, and she began to moan loudly. The form of her perfect breasts would bounce from his force, and the sight was extremely enticing. He suddenly felt her slick walls begin to pulsate, and he watched her as she climaxed. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Her eyes became glazed and her back arched elegantly. He kissed her chest since it conveniently rose up to meet his wanting mouth. He came not much long after the sight, and he refused to move from within her.

Her breathing was labored, as well as was his. He had had many sexual encounters throughout his life, but none compared to this. And he knew why. It was because he actually loved her with everything that he had. It was funny how an emotional attachment could change things so much.

She laid there for a moment as he rested on top of her. The night was flawless, and it was all thanks to him. He was so attentive and caring to her needs and desires. She began to lazily trace circles on his back with her fingertips. "That was fantastic."

He lifted his head from her neck and smiled down at her. He needed to hear those words from her. He needed to know that he did a good job, because he wanted to live up to her expectations for her first time. It meant everything to him to please her. He kissed her forehead as he reluctantly removed himself from within her. "Yes it was."

She smiled shyly and rested her head on his chest. "So…it was okay for you too?"

He turned her head towards his and placed another passionate kiss on her mouth. "It was far more than okay. You were wonderful."

That was all the reassurance that she needed. They both remained in their nude forms, and she lifted her leg up to rest on his. Her breathing became softer, and he knew he was losing her to sleep. He softly whispered, "Je t'aime ma cherie."

He held his breath as he waited for her response.

A few moments passed, and she slowly lifted her face up to his. She kissed him tenderly before she replied. "I love you too Remy."

She deepened the kiss, and he needed no further encouragement. They spent the night consummating their love, and it couldn't have been any better.

To Be Continued…

Awwwww There is a load more to come guys. I just couldn't fit everything into this chapter without it being overly long. So chapter 14 is in the works already! Please review! And thanks for sticking with me! I know that is sooooo annoying when people don't update fast enough!