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pAuthor's Note: I'm soooo sorry for the delay! I was on vacation and forgot to bring my laptop with me. But here it is! And remember if you'd like "the night before" you can read about it in my fic called "Take Me" rated M.

Jeremy Sherwood was completely entranced by her, the beautiful girl sleeping next to him. His strong arms were wrapped around Emmalin Holden, pulling her nude body flush against him. The Army Brat was cuddling deep into his chest, Jeremy could feel her sleeping form's gently breathing against his shoulder.

Every part of the seventeen year old's glorious body was exposed to the soldier. This girl, his girl, was truly the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Long, calloused fingers gently stroked the soft naked body that Jeremy was currently sharing his mattress with. His fingertips brushed down the column of Emmalin's slender neck, covered in deep burgundy hickeys from last night. Love marks that showed just how much she was his. Last night before he claimed Emmalin's virgin innocence, he had given her his dog tags, sliding them over her swan-like neck. The shiny metal ends were currently nestled in her plentiful cleavage. He chuckled thinking that they looked better on her than they ever did on him.

Jeremy's fingers continued to wander. Traveling down her smooth flat belly, gently caressing her slender hip, stroking her long sexy legs. His rough calloused hands sweetly cupped her warm full bossum, also covered in his violet hickeys. Despite his worry of waking his sleeping girlfriend, the soldier gently kissed along her beautiful sun-kissed skin. God, he loved her. He didn't think he could ever love anybody else like this.

"Mmmh." the seventeen year old sleep-moaned, happily. Her amber eyes slowly fluttered open, staring up into his chocolate orbs lovingly. Emmalin smiled at her boyfriend. The nineteen year old stroked her long dark hair, the sleep/sex tousled strands sliding through his fingers like silk.

"Morning baby." Specialist Sherwood smiled, kissing the top of the brunette's head. His arms wrapped around her even tighter. Last night was abso-fucking-loutely the best, most fantastic moment of his life so far. In all his nineteen years he had sex more than a few times. Jeremy Sherwood was a lady's man that had previously preffered one-night-stands to relationships. God, there had been so many women he'd slept with, so many, and after last night he couldn't remember a damn one of them. Making love with Emmalin was THAT good...no amazing, no it was incredible or fantastic. It was like everytime before he had been having sex the wrong way or something, fucking whoever came his way, and then suddenly he makes love with Emmalin and it's as if some giant instruction manual got thrown his way, where the prolouge tells him it's because he wasn't making love with the girl he loved. Sure it was illegal, she was only seventeen afterall, but he didn't think he could stop, because Emmalin was addicting like that.

"Morning. Did you sleep well, Jeremy?" She asked kissing him softly on the lips. Her rosy, slightly swollen lips, brushing against his cheek lovingly. Slowly her hand ran up and down his chest, stroking the soldier's scars and tattoo.

Suddenly, Emmalin's wide amber eyes filled with newly shed tears. Blushing she tried to wipe the salty trails away before her boyfriend could notice.

"Better than ever." Jeremy chuckled, before horror filled his eyes. He watched salt water trails spill down Emmalin's cheeks slowly, "Are you crying? God, don't cry…please don't cry, baby. I'm sorry. If you aren't ready, we don't ever have to do it again. Don't cry." It was his worst fear confirmed. She had sex with him before she was ready and it fucked up their relationship. What if she regretted him now? Did she want to break up? A thousand and one things ran through Jeremy's mind all at the speed of a second and a half.

"I'm not crying cause I'm sad, I'm crying cause I'm happy. Last night was incredible. I'm so happy, Jeremy." Emmalin laughed happily, her hand reaching up to stroke Jeremy's soft cheek. Emmalin couldn't remember ever being so happy. A smile dangled from her lips when she felt Jeremy lean down to kiss the salty droplets free from her cheeks, the Army Brat stroked Jeremy's buzz cut lovingly. She had never felt so complete and whole. It was almost as if this is where she was meant to be, in bed with Jeremy Sherwood. If someone had told her that two years ago when he was dating her sister, Emmalin probably would have laughed.

"Still, don't cry. It scares the hell outta me. I was worried you regretted giving me your virginity." His deep baritone voice overflowed with release and his shoulders let go of the gathered tension.

"No. No regrets here. I don't think I've ever been this happy." Emmalin cuddled in even closer to the Specialist's strong muscled body. They just fit so good together. Every curve and concave melded perfectly, no awkward jutting of bones or limbs.

"How you feeling?" Jeremy whispered huskily against the Army Brat's ear. The sun that shone through the window illuminating her freckled skin, highlighting it against the soldier's tanned muscles, the flannel sheets wrapped around them loosely in the warm heat.

"A little sore. Nothing a good cuddle with my sexy boyfriend can't fix." the seventeen year old teased, sucking on Jeremy's neck, a purple hickey quickly forming along his collar. The new hickey was just a newer addition to the many others that were littered across his sun-kissed skin.

"I'll cuddle as long as you want." He chuckled, pulling her tiny frame into his lap. Jeremy pulled Emmalin tight against him, stealing a kiss from her rosy lips.

"Hmmm…I don't think the Army's willing to let me keep you for that long." Emmalin giggled against Jeremy's shoulder. Her hands continued on their journey across her boyfriend's skin, memorizing everything. It wouldn't be but a few more months before he deployed, who knew how much longer she'd have him all to herself...the thought scared her almost to the point of a breakdown.

"Who cares about the Army? I'd rather stay here with my baby…even if she's been rubbing her cold feet against my legs all night." His hands slide across her body to tickle her (still) cold feet, making Emmalin laugh against where she was snuggling across his shoulder.

"Sorry, you were warm and I couldn't help myself. Besides if you didn't tolerate my cold feet, then who would?" the brunette teased, her loose messy hair sliding into her face. With a smirk Jeremy lovingly pulled the dark silky strands behind Emmalin's ear. He was so gently with her, it surprised even him. Jeremy had never known how careful his strong, calloused hands could be.

"I don't know and I'm not willing to give anyone else the chance. I love you more than anything. You're my world, you know." His arms wrapped around the Army Brat's curvy form, pulling her soft body flush against him. Jeremy could feel Emmalin smiling into his chest.

"So…you wanna do that again?" Emmalin asked, suddenly feeling nervous. Was she allowed to ask that they make love again? Where there rules to asking? Was Jeremy supposed to start it? Even though she wasn't a virgin anymore, there was still so much she didn't know. Sometimes Emmalin felt so unexperienced next to her nineteen year old boyfriend.

"You know, baby, you never have to ask me that. I could be shot in the leg, twice, and still want to have sex with you." Jeremy chuckled, kissing down the soft skin of Emmalin's next as he began pulling the sheets off her smooth skin. Beginning another round, probably around the twentieth, that was sure to be just as beautiful as the others; because when you're with someone you love more than anything, the love you make is going to be more beautiful than anything you've ever made.

(Remember that if you want "the night before" you can read my fic about it, called "Take Me" and it's rated M. I'm told it's my best written piece!)