Author's note: The songs for this chapter are David Guetta feat Nicki Minaj - Turn Me On, and Maurice Ravel's Bolero, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra, Valery Gergieve conducting.

And now for the other half of the lemon.

A Night to Remember

Trielle

I might be almost assured of dying tomorrow, but at least I wouldn't leave this world completely untried in the ways of men and women. I hadn't thought I'd be into that, but I was really enjoying having Harkness at my mercy, and hearing the sounds he was making while I pleasured him was turning me on beyond all belief.

"Nnngh!" His hips flexed as I sucked him hard, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft while cupping his sack. A steady stream of breathless curses fell from him as I continued to bob my mouth up and down, and I could tell from the way he moved his hips that he really wanted to thrust hard into my mouth, but was politely refraining from choking me.

After not nearly enough time spent tormenting Harkness, he fisted his hand in my hair and tried to pull me off his arousal. "Elle, oh fuck!" he moaned, sounding pushed beyond his limits. "Stop! Oh god, stop! I'm gonna…" He moaned again and punctuated his aborted plea by bucking his hips off the bed, almost dislodging my mouth, but I'd already decided to find out what he tasted like, so I kept at it, determined to make him fall apart.

"Fuck!" He spasmed hard, his shaft swelling and pulsing as he came, flooding my mouth with his creamy ejaculate, which wasn't terrible, despite what I'd heard the other vault girls say when they thought I wasn't listening. I swallowed, and I will say that the texture took some getting used to, but I was willing to try it again, though I was surprised that the Institute had actually made androids produce something resembling semen in their quest to mimic humans.

"Elle," he panted as soon as he could breathe again, "you didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," I grinned. "And besides, listening to you completely lose it really turned me on."

"Get up here!" he growled, his voice rough from pleasure, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me up the length of his body. He kissed me hard, cupping the back of my head with one of his big hands, not seeming to mind the taste of himself on my lips. "You will absolutely be the death of me. Now it's my turn," he rumbled.

He spread me out on my back and returned the favor tenfold, paying close attention to every nook and cranny of my body. He dribbled pear juice on my nipples and sucked it off, repeating this process until I was squirming, then switched to drawing patterns with the pear slices on my torso and licking them clean. He discovered, by kissing them and hearing me shriek with laughter, that the backs of my knees were ticklish, and that scraping his stubble along my neck would make me catch my breath and beg for more. He spent an inordinate amount of time kissing my scars, assuring me in a low voice that he found them incredibly sexy. He found every unconventionally erogenous zone on my body and took shameless advantage of them to turn me into a trembling, moaning ruin of the strong woman I thought I was.

When he tired of exploring, he concentrated on the center of my pleasure, which was already practically dripping with arousal, taking a slice of pear and rubbing it along my slit, augmenting my own juices and making me catch my breath at the contrast of the cool fruit against my heated flesh. He spread me with his fingers and took his time tasting my folds and swirling his tongue around my sensitive bud until I was almost screaming. He held my hips still with his large hands, keeping me within reach of his talented mouth when I would have pulled away instinctively.

"Fuck, Harkness…please!" I moaned.

"Please what?" he teased, knowing very well what I wanted.

"Stop tormenting me!" I pleaded. "I can't take any more!"

"Oh, I think you can," he chuckled darkly, "but I'll be nice. Let's try something a little different."

He sat up against the headboard and pulled me up to sit in his lap with my back against his chest, nudging my legs apart with his knees. "Put your arms around my neck," he directed, and I reached back and laced my hands behind his neck, which had the effect of arching my entire torso up. "I'll be quick," he whispered. "For both of us." I could feel his renewed erection pressing into my back, and I knew he was more than ready for another round.

Harkness moved his hands purposefully between my legs, one finger of one hand circling my pearl and the other hand reaching under my ass to get a good angle for inserting a long finger into my womanhood. The gun calluses on his fingers rubbing against my tender flesh was one of the most erotic things I'd ever felt, and I felt warmth start to bloom inside of me at record speed. He kept at it, seemingly knowing exactly how I liked to be touched, and inserting a second finger, making me feel fuller than I'd ever been. In what felt like no time at all, I was bucking my hips against his fingers and gasping for breath while riding the waves of the first orgasm I'd ever had that was caused by someone else.

"Oh god, Harkness, that was amazing!" I moaned in his ear, too overcome to be embarrassed that he'd made me fall apart on his hands.

"Glad you liked it," he purred, removing his fingers from me slowly and bringing them up to his mouth to taste my essence.

I rolled over to kiss him, bringing my still hyper sensitive sex in contact with his hard length. We both groaned and I rubbed myself against it repeatedly, enjoying the feeling of his heated shaft along my moist channel and reveling in the noises I was drawing from him with every movement.

"Slowly," he murmured. "It can hurt, your first time. You take the lead and decide what feels good for you."

"I want to ride you," I breathed.

"We can work with that," he said "Let me hold you up while you get situated. Don't try to take too much of me at once."

One large hand gripped my hip in a hold that was just shy of bruising, but felt good, while the other held his own manhood up ramrod straight so that I could guide myself onto it. There was a little pain, a slight pinching sensation, as I lowered myself onto his member, but nothing I couldn't handle, and the pain was quickly born away on a tide of pleasure. If I had felt full from just his fingers, I felt absolutely stuffed with his manhood, and I directed a silent blessing to the designer that saw fit to give him such a perfect package.

When I felt him bottom out and his balls hit my ass, I paused for a moment to adjust to the new sensation, and saw that Harkness' eyes were clamped shut and his jaw was clenched, a look of abject pain on his face.

"Are you okay?" I worried.

"I should be asking you that, but yeah, I'm okay," he gritted out. "Just…trying not…to come. It's been a while for me, and I'm still a little sensitive down there."

"So, how does it feel when I do…this?" I clenched my inner muscles around him. His hips jerked so hard that he almost unseated me and I had to grab his shoulders for balance.

"Shit!" he cursed. "I'm supposed to be showing you a good time, but I can't do that if you kill me with pleasure before we've even gotten started. Just…don't move for a minute." He grabbed my hips to still me when I would have gyrated my pelvis to see what that would do for both of us.

"Okay," he said a few minutes later after a number of deep, even breaths, "you can go now. Show me what you've got."

I moved slowly up and down on his shaft, gradually increasing the tempo until I was bouncing rapidly. Harkness arched his hips in counterpoint to my movements, helpfully holding on to my breasts to assist me in keeping my balance, and tweaking my nipples for added sensation.

"How's that feel?" he panted.

"Good," I panted back, "but it's just not…" I trailed off when I couldn't find a word for what it wasn't, but he seemed to understand what I was trying to say, changing the angle of his hips suddenly, hitting a spot inside me that caused me to cry out in ecstasy.

"There we go," he grunted. "That's what I was looking for. Hang on for the ride."

He began bucking underneath me like an untamed pre-war horse, and I leaned back to grab his legs for balance, keening like a banshee as he kept hitting just the right spot.

"Aaah…Harkness…I'm…!" I couldn't continue, instead moaning wordlessly as the pleasure overcame my ability to speak.

His thumb came up to circle my sensitive bud. "Come for me!" he growled, and I had no choice but to comply. I shrieked as I convulsed around him, my inner muscles spasming and clenching around him as I hit my peak.

"Fuck me, that was hot!" he breathed, then flipped us over so I was on the bottom and began pounding into me ferociously, pistoning his hips as fast as he could go. "Oh shit, I'm gonna…!" I clenched my inner muscles around him again, and he groaned loudly through his teeth, still thrusting erratically as he came.

"Shit!" he moaned, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed, rolling onto the opposite side so he wouldn't crush me. He put his arm out and I happily snuggled under it, curling along his side with my head on his chest.

"So that's sex," I mused, feeling his chest heave underneath my head as he struggled to catch his breath. "Can we do it again?" I gave him a hopeful look from under my eyelashes, which was completely lost on him, as he had his own eyes closed, but he gave a breathy laugh at my tone.

"That's sex," he panted, "and I'd love to go again if you're up for it, but give an old man a few minutes, okay? I'm pretty sure I've got a built in refractory period, and it'll take me a bit before I can get it up again."

"Thanks," I murmured, kissing his chest.

"What for?" he inquired.

"For giving me a night to remember."

Author's note: Finally, fully consummated sexy times between Elle and Harkness. Took me long enough, didn't it?