Saddle up, kids! Another 'M' rated chapter!

I mentioned that I had this idea before my netbook broke, and even had it written out. I lost the original when it crashed, but I tried to recreate it the best I could. I don't know if I am 100% happy with it, but sometimes you just gotta bite the proverbial bullet and post. Let me know if you have any suggestions, and more importantly, what you think! I am glad people are reading and favoriting, but if you don't tell me what went on in your mind during and after reading the chapter, I have no idea what kind of job I did! I wish I could bribe you to review with something. Alas, I have no good ideas.

ALSO. I am accepting ideas for a 'P' word. No, not pigtails. Too obvious. When I lost my netbook, I also lost me and MDH's word list. Suggestions are greatly appreciated!

LOVE!

MTAM

ps- Clearly, I don't own them, because this is a national network show. I don't think ABC would let me film this scene. ;)

She was biting them back out of habit.

Whether it was because a certain red-headed teenager was in the next room that she didn't want to emotionally scar, or that she didn't want complaints from the neighbors, she made it a point to hold back all the sounds of pleasure that she wanted to release. It also had something to do with her personality; she was never one to let others know what was going on behind closed doors. She wasn't one to kiss- or do otherwise- and tell.

They had finally made it to the king-sized bed that was in the middle of the most inexplicably beautiful vacation lodging she had ever seen. It was their one year anniversary of finally becoming an official couple, and although they had only been on their own private spit-of-land for less than 24 hours, they had already taken more than advantage of their remote location. They had their way with each other in the surf, twice, barely ten minutes after the boat that had ferried them there had disappeared. Rick had quite literally dropped their luggage and pounced on her. Alone as they had been, she still held back.

After recovering from that, they stumbled into their open air bungalow to the simple shower nestled inside. The intent was to rinse all the sand off themselves and begin to settle in, but as soon as their lips crashed together under the spray, the mission quickly dissolved into their pure hunger for each other. Even as he pounded into her against the warm glass of the shower stall, she still bit her lip as the waves of pleasure crashed around them, unwilling to give into the cries that wanted to escape. As her legs weakened beneath her, he hoisted her into his still dripping arms and grabbed a towel with his teeth. She laughed as she playfully tried to wiggle free, eventually giving up and taking the towel from him and giving him another groan-inducing kiss. He stood her up on the floor next to the bed, in fear of his own legs buckling in response. She toweled them both off, taking extra care in drying each bit of his body from toes to nose.

Unable to resist her any longer, he took her hands in his, pulling them to the giant bed in the middle of the romantic hut. A beautifully gauzy material floated gently around the bed, twisting this way and that in the balmy tropical breeze. The bedsheets were a creamy off-white, and they were luxuriously and deliciously soft. The whole room felt light, airy, and was nothing short of breathtaking. He led her around the flowing material, coaxing her to follow as he flopped down into the sheets. She rolled onto the bed half on his chest, half on the sheets and stole a glance his way, expecting his eyes to be sleepy and ready for a mid-afternoon nap. She was surprised to find that they held a fire that had her falling into desire in an instant.

He rolled on top of her, assaulting her neck with his hot, eager lips. She tasted of sweat and her own brand of sweetness which was addicting on its own, but the salt from the air that clung to her skin brought back the memory of their lovemaking in the surf. He knew that he would never be able to look at a beach in quite the same way ever again. She let out a soft whimper beneath him, and he continued down her body, egged on by the sound. He reached his intended destination, and swirled his tongue over her. When she shivered in delight, he slid a finger, then two inside her warm, inviting body. Kate fisted her hands into the sinfully soft plush of the bed, and wound her legs around Rick's shoulders.

Each flick of his tongue, each curl of his fingers set off a new reaction, each more tantalizing than the last. But she still kept herself at a quiet roar, and he couldn't figure out why. Honestly, it was part of his plan to get her to unleash herself here, purposely choosing the most remote place he could find in order to fulfill his quest. He realized long ago that she censored herself, and it was time for her to let go. He smiled to himself and continued, pressing into her sweetest spot deliciously until she came apart, shuddering almost violently under his fingers and mouth.

He began to kiss his way up her body, at the slowest pace he could manage. He wanted to allow her to recover before his next move. He was going to get her to explode, and to accomplish this, he had to let her reset herself. By the time he made it to her chest, her breathing had evened out, and by the time his lips touched hers, he could feel her already asking for more. Her lips worked fervently over his, saying all the words that were scrambled up in her mind and were hopeless to try to speak. He lifted himself over her, never losing contact with her lips as he slid into her slowly. She let out a breath as he moved into her, letting herself feel him completely. He trailed his lips to her neck, and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades; unspoken words for: 'Let's go.'

When he began to move, he immediately groaned at the feeling of her meeting him thrust for thrust. They were used to this dance, and they knew how to perfectly execute the choreography. Maybe that was one of the problems, Rick thought, have we fallen into a routine? Although he doubted that he ever could take this extraordinary woman for granted, he figured a few more surprises in their lives couldn't hurt. What better time to start than right now?

He quickly rolled away, and turned them both so his chest was pressed against her back. Ignoring her whimper of protest from the temporary loss of contact, he began kissing up her shoulder. Reaching her neck, he buried his nose in her hair; at the same time, without warning, he buried himself within her. She moaned in surprised pleasure. Jumbled words began spilling out of her mouth as he slammed into her again and again. Rick hooked one of her legs into the crook of his elbow, and used that little bit of leverage to change the angle just a touch. He was rewarded again with another lyrical moan. Still, it wasn't enough. He knew she was close. He knew he was close.

Taking a chance, he kissed her shoulder again, working his way to her ear. He took her earlobe into his mouth, teasing the soft skin for a moment, then growled into her ear, "Come on, Kate. C'mon. Let go. Let go for me, baby."

He could only see her profile, but her eyes flew open and let out a surprised gasp. He felt her clench around him, and then...

"OOOOOOoooooohhhhhhhhh!"

The sound that came out of Kate's mouth was the single most beautiful thing Rick had ever heard. It was primal, unbridled, and completely sexy. He felt it reverberate through her and pass into his body, hitting somewhere deep within. Between that, and knowing that he had caused that animalistic noise was enough to send him catapulting after her, grinding out an intense groan of his own, one that Kate could feel to her very core.

When their panting and heaving had subsided, they lay cradled in each others arms, considering sleep a viable option at last.

Just as his eyelids were drooping, he heard her mumble,

"Happy?"

"How did you...?"

"Rick, I always know."

A moment passed.

"...Oh."

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