A/N: Same old disclaimers. If you recognize the character, it's not mine and belongs to the people at Numb3rs. Otherwise, they are creations from my mind, weak as that mind is. This chapter is one of several chapters that earn this story an M, but not what I would consider NC-17 or hardcore. Even so, one woman's porn is another one's romance. The final line comes from a song by Rascal Flatts. The characters do not practice safe sex, so do as you should do, not as they do.

Two Lonely Souls

Chapter 5

Making Love vs. Fucking

As they left the table, Colby carried Isabella up the sweeping red carpeted stair case, never taking his lips off of hers. Her legs remained wrapped around his hips, pressing their heat together, enflaming their long smoldering passion. While they were bruising each others' mouths, Isabella was unfastening the buttons on his shirt until her patience gave out and she just ripped it open with buttons littering the carpet. That shirt was the first clothing item to hit the floor. Her hands immediately went to stroking and outlining the muscles on Colby's chest. Colby shifted her from a two handed grasp on her ass, to placing her on one hip as one would carry a child. His spare hand moved to pull the buttons on her red baby doll, and that was the second article of clothing to find the floor. With one hand, he unhooked the red lacy bra that had become such a symbol of their relationship. As it fell into his hands, he left it hanging on the door handle to her bedroom. He lifted her back around to his front with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pushing her against the wall. Their kissing became even more frantic, searching every corner of each other's mouths, delving into the passion they were feeling. Colby leaned into Isabella, almost too hard, crushing her against the wall. She pushed back against him just as hard, both wanting to join their bodies into one, no skin or clothing between them.

Suddenly, Colby pulled back from the wall and opened his jeweled sapphire eyes looking into her surprised emerald green precious eyes.

"Stop! Wait!"

"Wait WHAT? Colby…?" Isabella was being held alongside the bedroom wall, mostly naked and pressed against a mostly naked man. She was not clear at all about why they were stopping. Certainly the mood was in danger of being seriously impacted if not destroyed completely.

"What are we doing? Are we making love or are we fucking Bella?"

She stopped what she was doing and looked him in the eye, sensing this was a really important question for their relationship. Isabella slithered down Colby's body, keeping full body contact but getting her feet on the floor. She took her fingernail and ran it slowly along his tanned, squared jaw. Reaching up gently, she kissed him softly on the jaw. "We are making love, Colby. Is that what you want as well?"

"Yes, it is very much what I want. But if we keep going like this I'm going to bang you against the wall right here, probably leaving bruises and breaking sheetrock. While you may come screaming, and we would both be satisfied, call me old fashioned, but fucking is not how our first time should be. At the risk of freaking you out, I love you and I want our first time to be long and slow and about showing our love for each other."

Isabella looked up at him with tears in her eyes as she placed her hand gently on his cheek. "I think that might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. You have my heart, Colby Granger. And if you will give me a few minutes to change you can also have my body. Si?"

Colby reached her mouth and kissed her passionately but not deeply, communicating all his love and joy in that moment. "Go and change. I'll light the thousands of candles you have in this room and turn on the music system. Don't take long though. I might be a romantic at heart, but I'm not superman."

"No, you are Special Agent G-man. That is pretty exceptional, better than superman." Colby swatted her bottom as she giggled and retreated into the bathroom and closet, already thinking of what was the best outfit for tonight. Colby started the music, finding some classical jazz already queued up. Rascal Flatts was good, but hardly appropriate for what he was looking for. The candles proved more daunting. There really were, while not thousands, maybe 100. He turned the overhead lights off, removed the red silk comforter (stains would be a bitch to get out), and started lighting the candles. His happiness and joy was flowing off of him in waves. While he was definitely ready to take Isabella against the wall, half dressed and screaming, especially after her little lap stunt at dinner, it really was not what he wanted this time. If nothing else, he was a patient man.

As he lit candles, he had his back to the bathroom and dressing area. He heard to door softly open and turned to the sound, not really knowing what to expect. What he saw took his breath away. Isabella was dressed in a red silk bustier skirted with flowing silk red waves with gold and red jewels fluttering around her legs and red high heels. Her tan only served to emphasize the beauty of the outfit. The skirt started low on her hips emphasizing her tiny waist. It reminded him of something reminiscent of a belly dancing skirt. But this was obviously very expensive and she looked stunning in it. The bustier was laced up front pushing her already impressive bust even higher. Her dark hair flowed down her back and around her shoulders, creating a peek-a-boo effect of the strapless and backless bodice.

Colby almost couldn't get enough air out to utter "Wow."

Isabella smiled at him and started walking towards him slowly, teasing him with the inevitable touching and tasting her outfit would ultimately inspire, the slight tinkle of the jewelry providing background sound against the classical jazz. "You did a nice job in here. Beautiful music and you managed to get all the candles lit. And Rosa will appreciate the removal of the comforter. Thank you. There are just two things still to be taken care of."

Colby looked around and with a slightly confused look on his face asked what they were. Isabella smiled and said, "For starters, you have on entirely too many clothes, which is truly criminal. You may have to arrest yourself if the situation cannot be resolved. And, secondly, we are lacking some champagne." As she circled his still form, running her fingernails lightly over his chest and back, she suggested that he take care of his clothing situation and that she would go get some champagne and glasses on ice.

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Isabella walked back into the room with the champagne on ice in one arm and two crystal flutes in her hand. Finding Colby with his back to her looking at the amazing LA view, she promptly dropped all her goodies, staring at the vision in front of her. The sound of broken crystal provided the background to her gasp of…she wasn't sure… was it shock? Lust? Disbelief? Colby turned away from the picture window towards her.

"Oh, my. I mean, wow. Ummm…"

Colby started to smirk at Isabella's unintelligible response even as he started across the room towards her and the broken glass. Isabella was incapable of movement, staring at her very own Michelangelo's David walking towards her. Colby's naked body approached her, picking her up out of the broken crystal and carefully placing her on the bed, and kissing her gently while he lay down next to her. He circled his arm around her waist and turned towards her.

"I don't know whether to be flattered or not, Bella. I wanted to give you a, let's call it a gift, that caused the same effect your outfit had on me. I had no idea that my presentation would cause such destruction."

Isabella rested her hands on Colby's pecs, gently rubbing circles with her thumbs. "Uh, huh. You knew exactly what you were doing. But, Colby I am not complaining. You are beautiful. Perfect, even. I'll have to handcuff you to my bed so you never leave me. My own personal David, only you are not made of marble on display in Italy. And at any rate, I don't care about a little broken glass. You on the other hand…" One of Isabelle's hands started to head south, sliding down his stomach and past his belly button before Colby stopped her desperate progress. She gave him a pout while he smirked at her.

"Someone is a little hungry. But first, I'm going to clean up the glass and get the champagne open," he raised his hand to oppose her ready complaint. "Hey, I'm just a boy scout when it comes to it. No broken glass left and I'll be right back. You stay here."

Capitulating to Colby's temporary pause in their evening, Isabelle rolled over onto her stomach, swinging her legs in the air while she watched Colby's oh so beautiful body clean up broken glass. She was thinking that she might die of heart failure if she didn't get her orgasm, or hopefully orgasms, soon. Her body was wound tighter than a drum. God, she wanted him.

Finally, true to his word, Colby finished with the glass and rejoined Isabella in bed, climbing in next to her leaning with his back against the pillows. Wasting no time, Isabella slid over to his side of the bed and straddled his waist. She took a deep breath when she could feel his very long, very hard length pinned beneath her. Colby raised his eyebrows in that infamous smirk of his. He could feel her wet folds spreading themselves along his length. He was thinking they had both been waiting long enough. The teasing was about to come to an end.

Isabella very slowly slid herself forward, not enough to release Colby, but enough to slide her wetness around him. She reached for the champagne when she had slid up a little bit.

"So what are we going to drink the champagne in, Granger?" as she dangled the full, cold bottle of Cristal. Colby gasped as the cold droplets from the bottle dripped on his chest. Isabella's mouth leaned down to lick each small, cold, tiny drop. The heat from her tongue against the cold water drew a growl of her name from Colby.

Colby reached for her hair and pulled her mouth to his, running his hands down her shoulders to her still covered breasts. "Don't tell me that running with Special Ops you never shared a bottle of bourbon, tequila, wine, or even champagne without glasses? "

"In Afghanistan, I think champagne was a distant dream, but water for sure. Ok, I'll man-up Soldier." With a smile on her face, she ground herself up and down his shaft while she took a swig of the $500 champagne. She leaned up his body and handed him the bottle. There was a look on his face that was somewhere between pain and bliss as she stroked him while he drank his champagne.

He continued to hold the bottle, as she continued her special form of torture. Without taking her eyes off of his, she continued to rock slowly around his hardness while her fingers start to untie the laces of her bustier. Slowly, her fingers undid the ties and her breasts fell out of the silken material. Colby's eyes are fixated on the partial view of the swell of Isabelle's breasts through the open ties. Soon the last lace fell away, taking the corset with it. Her luscious, delectable breasts are now exposed to his hungry view.

"Now what, G-man? What would you like to see? Or do?" Isabella kept her lower body pressed against his, feeling him growing even larger, although she couldn't believe it was possible. She leaned forward to kiss him, brushing her lips across his almost like a butterfly wing, taking the bottle of champagne back for her next swig.

Colby reached his hands up and across their bodies to touch her breasts, but Isabella was quicker. "No, no, no. No touching yet my very Special Agent. The question was what you would like to see or do, you have to tell me first. Describe it to me. If you don't think you cannot touch, put your hands behind your head."

"You're killing me here, Bella."

"Hey, this was your idea. Make love, take it slow and easy. Not just fuck against a wall. I like the idea but I could have lived with either option. If we are going to make love, we are going to make it last. There isn't much more either one of us can take. I can tell you are about to explode and I'm so wet I'm liable to slide off of these satin sheets. So, I ask again. What would you like to see or do?"

"I want you to take this damned skirt off. I want to see all of you and then touch all of you and then fill you up with me until you think you have been ripped open and you won't be able to walk straight for a week. How's that sound for what I want?" Colby grabbed her by the arms, pulled her to him, and flipped her under him before she could utter a surprised sound. "While I have really enjoyed our little game of tease the lover, and wholly expect to do it again soon, I think weeks of teasing and hours of intensive arousal have really pushed past the limits of human endurance. How does this skirt come off? Are these real gold and gems? Whoa, I guess I won't just rip it off of you.''

"Let me up and I will take it off for you. I guarantee that 1) it will be worth it, and 2) it will be the last tease of the evening. What do you think, Budweiser –hero- guy?"

"I am not a hero, I don't drink Budweiser swill, but to get you out of that skirt I would drink a keg of it and let them put my picture up on one of those stadium boards with 'hero' under it. Get moving woman before I decide to remove your million dollar skirt for you."

Colby rolled off of Isabella freeing her to stand beside the bed. There she was with her very long black hair hiding most of her naked breasts, her red bejeweled skirt, thigh high hose, and red high heels. He was ready to think this was a worse sort of torture than any that the Chinese could have delivered. He watched in breathless anticipation for the skirt to drop to the floor. Isabella reached behind her, inadvertently pulling her hair away from her breasts. He heard the distinctive sound of a zipper slowly being lowered while she kept her eyes full on him, and he kept his on her, eagerly awaiting the whole view of her body. The zipper crunching noise stopped and he watched the gorgeous skirt slide leisurely past her hips, dropping past her knees and landing gracefully in a circle around her feet. There was Isabella, the love of his life, standing in front of him naked except for the black and red tiny garter belt holding up a pair of silk stockings and her red FM pumps. His heart was going to stop from the glory of it all. Isabella didn't move from her spot next to the bed, so Colby moved towards her.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are the perfect one, my own Venus Di Milo. Please come over here to me."

Isabella stepped over the skirt and moved into Colby's waiting arms at the edge of the bed. She loved the hungry eyes that he devoured her with. He was a predator, and for once she welcomed being the prey. Once she was securely ensconced in Colby's arms, she realized there was never anyone else for her.

"Do you want me to take off the garter and stockings?"

"NO! Please leave them on. I want you to wear them when you come to work at my place. They are incredibly sexy. I'll never want you to take them off. Can you turn in a circle so I can see the whole picture?"

Isabella granted his request, stepping out of Colby's arms and turning circles so he could see her body in its entirety, the lift of her breasts and the dark pink color of her aroused nipples, the amazing upward boost of her firm ass, framed in the garter belt. The flat stomach and the tattoos of Chinese symbols representing faith, hope, peace and charity inked between her navel and her pubic bone, and the Special Ops team logo tattooed on her ass. He briefly wondered jealously who, if anyone, had been with her when that was put on. He took in the completely shaved pussy, and that was all he could take. He pulled her under him on the bed and in his excitement started kissing her almost brutally. Isabella suspected she might have bruises the next day and would surely end up with razor burns on her face, at the very least. She loved every moment of it.

But then she interrupted their passion for a moment, "Colby, wait a minute."He stopped abruptly, afraid he had done something wrong.

"No baby, everything is perfect. But with Afghanistan and everything since I've been back, it's been a really long time for me. Really long."

"You and one of those special ops guys didn't hook up? You were there a long time. You even have their tattoo on your ass."

"Everyone wants to think I 'hooked up' with one of those guys. They were gorgeous and dangerous, my friends, my body guards, some would have been my lovers at the merest hint of suggestion, but no, there was never anything between any of us. It was too dangerous, there was no privacy, and I for one never felt clean enough to have another touch me like that. I'm a cleanliness freak when it comes to sex. We have to start out clean, while we may end up covered in all kinds of bodily fluids. And since I have been back, once I got over culture shock, there hasn't been anyone I could share who or what I was or had done. Until you. So I just ask that while you don't have to be careful with my body, you do honor it, but you must be very careful with my heart."

"I will treasure both, forever Bella. You are mine now. There will be no other."

Colby's hand held her head tightly to his lips, letting his gentle kisses take her harder and deeper, while his free hand traveled down her body, tweaking her nipples along the way. Isabella arched her back wanting to guide his hand to the place she needed filled the most. He inserted first one finger, then two, and then yet another into her hot wet core, stretching her to take him into her body. He slid his mouth from her lips to suck on her earlobe and then slip across her jaw and down her long throat. By this time, Isabella was moaning from the hot kissing and the ceaseless intrusion of his fingers. Her hips bucked to receive more and more of him. He took her stiff nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting until the welcoming pain brought her to her first climax, her wetness spreading all over his fingers.

"Please Colby, please," she cried out desperately. "Colby I want you inside me now. Make me come again. I'm already so close…."

While there were so many more things he wanted to show Isabelle, and for her to do for him, he knew it was time. He couldn't hold out for much longer, and she was already on a brink of another orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of her and licked her juices from them, putting his fingers in her mouth as well. "Isabella? I want you to taste yourself. Let me watch you lick my fingers clean."

Watching Colby's sexually heated eyes, Isabella took each finger and alternating between licking and sucking on it while she felt Colby growing larger and larger. Her own needs were strung tighter than a guitar. "Please Colby. Fuck me now. Take that huge dick and shove it into me. Rip me apart, please Colby. I'm begging you."

Colby heard the desperation in Isabella's voice, and while there was so much more to do, he needed the release too. He shoved his knees between her legs, forcing her legs to spread. He hooked one leg over one shoulder and the other leg over his other shoulder, shoving himself into her tight hot sheath. He worked his way in slowly, even though she was bucking her hips to increase his speed and depth. "Harder Colby, faster."

Once he had slid all the way in, he bumped her cervix which caused her to gasp. Then, he slowly started to pull back. Once he was almost all the way out, he shoved in all the way to her cervix fast and hard. He was now in a 'take no prisoners' mode. Isabella was screaming out for harder and faster, and every time he bumped her cervix she screamed again. Her orgasm was very close. A couple more strokes and she took him over the edge, screaming each other's names. They were both breathless and sweaty, and completely wrapped around each other. The world as they knew it had ceased to exist, and had narrowed down to just the two of them.

Eventually their breathing slowed and they stayed wrapped together with no intention of separating anytime soon.

"I love you my Bella, forever."

"I love you Colby. Forever is never enough."