*I don't own Heroes*

Author's Notes

This is the first romance scene I've ever actually written (you know... besides kissing) so please review if it was in the least bit decent.

Caught in the moment

We walk into his apartment and I put my stuff down on the floor by the door. He locks the door and then does the same with his bags. He takes the Pepsi out of my hands and takes a long sip before he gives me a last chance for a sip. I shake my head and he sets it down on the kitchen counter with a little shrug. I know he was just trying to be nice because what we were going to do, or at least what I was planning to get him to do, might take a while. If he thought that I would just be happy with a few kisses, then he was wrong.

I smile at him a bit shyly and then I hold a hand out for him to grab. He grabs it with a little roll of his eyes and pulls me into his strong and hard chest. For a minute I lose my breath when my soft chest pounds against his solid frame. I soon get my breath back enough to notice that I am breathing faster and to hear my heart pounding in my ears.

"I'll never get over the extra rush that comes with my powers" he admits softly in my ear. He is playing with my hair and I can tell that he is having fun. So, he is talking about hormones now, well it is what can be expected after all, he is a science guy.

"Well, I'll just be happy if I don't kill someone ever again" I say as if it were the simplest thing in the world. He hear him chuckle but only after I feel it.

"I can help you with that you know. You aren't on your own anymore." He said into my hair instead of my ear, though I am sure he ment to find my ear somewhere under my locks of hair.

"I know" I say smiling into him." I know you are here for me now."

My power wasn't helping me out to keep my hormone levels down enough to stay steady headed. In fact, they were probably making it worse. She could smell him a billion times better, she could see every little detail on his clothes and face, and she could hear every stressed syllable and hidden emotion in his voice. It is really half maddening; I just can't help but feel the levels of hormones reaching a high level in my body. It is enough to make me, or anyone really, feel very high and I know that I'd probably do stupid things if I didn't maintain somewhat control over my actions.

He sighed softly but it is more of a happy sight then anything. He places one of his hands on my jawbone and he let his fingers draw up my chin. He asked me a silent question with his eyes and I answered by eagerly moving my lips up towards his. His lips made the other half of the journey to meet mine just before the imaginary middle line between us.

We kissed and pulled back for air and then did it all again. I felt one of his hands always on the back of my neck, bracing me softly and keeping me from falling or whatever else might happen, but the other I felt slowly wander the form of my body. He was very respectful, he never went anywhere where he wasn't sure about and if I simply shivered when he touch somewhere, he moved on quickly.

Needless to say, I was hardly as respectful. I was doing what every other girl my age would do while kissing an incredibly hot guy and that was tracing every muscle in his upper body that you could feel. I let my hands dance around his chest but I found them begging to rip his shirt off. I figured that he might just be a little ticked if I did that and that he would end up ripping my shirt off to pay me back , so I let my fingers lace together behind his neck.

As if we had a telepathic connection, he reached down with one hand and started to clumsily undo the buttons on his shirt. I took the hint and let my quick and nimble fingers undo all the buttons at top speed. Once the shirt was off I threw it to the ground lot caring where it landed. I let my fingers dance along his bare flesh and I was pleased when I made him shiver a few times.

After a few teasing moments, he apparently couldn't hold back too much longer. He lifted me up easily enough and placed me on the kitchen table so I was more level with his face. I'd never really noticed before but he was really tall, or at least he was really tall compared to me. Either way I found it a lot easier to kiss him when I was sitting on something higher; plus it made it easier for me to rap my legs around his waist loosely.

I heard a soft moan escape from him as I pulled myself closer to him. He started to play with the hem of my shirt and I knew what he wanted. Shyly I started to lift my shirt up and over my head. I had never gone this far with a guy before so nervous energy started to flow threw me.

He obviously sensed the nervous energy in me because he pulled back out of my reach and said "We can stop if you want."

As nervous as I was, I haven't ready to stop just yet."I'm not nervous, just excited" I said. I wasn't really lying since I was more excited than nervous. I gave him one last 'I'm fine' look before he finally came back and we started off where we felt off.

Now that I was sitting down, he had both hands free to wander my body. Slowly he got more and more daring until his hands no longer avoided my thighs and breasts. I never got more daring then maybe kissing his collar bone here and there and letting my hands travel to the waist line of his jeans. I wasn't that daring of a girl, or really that slutty. I'd rather just let him roam my body as I stayed above the waistline.

When he started kissing down my collar bone I was sure that I was going to die of pleasure. I had never felt that warm and fuzzy inside before. It was just felt so....good. I found my hands almost trembling with excitement as they reached forward to find his neck. His hands slowly moved down my waist to my jeans that hung on my hips. He tugged one of the belt loops playfully and leaned forward so I would have to fall down. On the kitchen table, this was sort of uncomfortable. Not that I minded what he was doing, more it felt weird being pressed up against a cheap, hard table.

Yet again he noted my discomfort and he picked me up with both arms, keeping me close enough to kiss and he walked towards his room. I figured since we were going to be on his bed, I should kick off my shoes before we got to his room. I felt so skilled when my shoes came off when I tugged on them with the opposite foot and in the process I sort of just pressed against him a bit more. It made me feel like a little slut doing it, but it was fun to see what his reaction was. He just tightened up for a minute and then he heard the thud of my shoes hit the ground. He laughed softly as he broke out kisses and he rested his forehead against mine before he plopped me down on his bed.

He kicked his shoes off and let himself drop onto the bed beside me. I grin as I decide to climb on top of him and kiss his lips lightly before I let myself kiss his neck and his chest. I feel his hands run up and down my back and I feel pleased. He apparently was enjoying this as much as I was, and that must be saying a lot since I bet he's been with a billion girls and he is one of the only guys I've ever had the pleasure of getting to know on a physical level.

Just as I am starting to relax into this and have a bit of fun, my body just has to tense up as I feel him reaching for my jean zipper. I scold myself mentally and insist to myself that it is no big deal before I get tense enough for him to notice. I even make myself sigh softly as he skilfully pulled my jeans off.

'I little too skilfully if you ask me,' the annoying voice in the back of my head said. 'I bet he is just taking advantage of you Fe. After all he is like....what?... at least 10 years older then you.'

I ignore that stupid voice and let him continue what he was doing before. We are kissing harder and sloppier now; it is sort of gross in a sense but at the same time his soft tongue probing mine sends excitement down my spine. Even though I am barely clothed, I am more than warm enough. It seems that his body is a very good source of heat; I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference.

As his hands land on the zipper of his pants I can't stop myself from sitting straight up. I instantly want to slap myself, or call myself an idiot, or both really. I just look down at his shocked and slightly dazed expression and I run a hand threw my hair. I pull my hair back with my fingers and sit there blinking at myself; unable to speak due to the amount of hormones currently rushing threw my veins.

"I am so sorry for stopping, I just... I just don't think I am ready for that yet." I mumble lamely as soon as I am able to form a complete sentence in my mind.

"No I am the sorry one; I shouldn't have let this go so far. I promise I won't make you go any farther then you are ready to go. "He said sitting up too. "I just keep forgetting that you aren't really used to this so I shouldn't really expect you to tell when to stop "He added kissing my free hand softly.

I feel so lame and childish. I am sure that most girls my age aren't near as shy and unwilling as I am. For the millionth time today, I just wish that I could be normal. If I were normal, I would be able to allow my boyfriend to get a bit caught up in the moment and not have some annoying fast instincts that are set to defend as soon as I get a little bit nervous.

I let myself lean in against his warm chest and I close my eyes. I start to feel a bit drowsy and I yawn a little. I guess I never noticed how tired I was before now since I was full of adrenaline, but now that it is starting to wear off...man I am tired!

"For now, I'd love to maybe just sleep a bit. Today has been a bit too exciting for me." I mutter as I feel myself start to drift off.

"Well then sleep, I promise I'll look after you in your sleep." I hear him mutter in my ear.

I barely am able to stay awake long enough to feel him kiss my head softly and pull a blanket over us. I can hear the beating of his heart and the sound of his soft breath only slightly now. I realise that for the first time in a while, I feel totally safe to close my eyes and sleep. This will be the first time in a while that I don't stay up tossing and turning with worry over who and when I am going to have to kill someone again. Tonight, I will just be able to sleep peacefully in my love's arms.