Ok, guys. Here it is. And I am quite nervous about it. I have been picturing this scene for ages! Now, it is descriptive but not raunchy. The rating of M is definitely proper here. And please be nice in reviewing. This is my first lemon ever and I must say that I am quite proud of it.

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JPOV

Seth had already told Sam about the deer. Which was good. Seth had his head on straight. But what kept me cranked up was Morgan. Man, she'd gone and imprinted. On Lucas. He was good for her. He'd be kind and patient but firm on where he stood, which was what she needed. She needed to know that good men still existed who weren't gay or taken.

But even with my good mood, I needed to get my game face back on. I wasn't about to have a happy-go-lucky expression on when meeting up with Nessie's fucked up perception of me. She wanted me to be the guy I was before, all dominating and shit? Well, I could do that. Of course, I felt like an ass, which I was. But Morgan was right. I was letting things slip, and Nessie was the cause. I was being too sweet. That sweet Jake that I'd once been had vanished when I'd first phased and for sure found out that Bella was in love with a vampire and hadn't returned even after imprinting on Nessie because of the pack. I'd only softened after Seth had started taking over some things for me while I spent time helping to raise Nessie. I was a dominant, alpha male. I was naturally aggressive. And if my mate wanted me to express myself, well, she was going to get what she wanted…on my terms.

After saying my last goodbyes to Sam, Emily, and Leila, I made my way back up to the Cullen house. As I went, more and more people watched me differently. They shifted on their feet, averted their eyes, and bowed from their necks.

What the-

Then Morgan's voice played in my head. The word king bounced around my frontal lobe.

Hmmm, even humans, in their gut instincts, realized that I wasn't human. That I was something stronger, faster, and a lot more dangerous than they were. They realized that they were facing raw male, alpha power and would not be able to win in a confrontation with me. Even the larger men that worked all day in the factories or under hoods of the cars gave nods of respect though I was years younger than them.

They looked to the pack to protect them.

And as the Alpha, they looked to me not to lead them astray.

Taking a deep breath and nodding back to those who would meet my eyes, I walked my way off the rez and into the woods, heading for the house. Once I was out of sight of all those eyes, most of which had returned to me as I'd given them my back, my muscles loosened.

But only for the walk to the house. As soon as I stepped into the clearing, I knew something big had gone down. There was heavy breathing from the ground floor, Bella murmuring something unintelligible even to me, and the sound of Leah stomping around. I knew it was her by the smell of her anger.

I hadn't even reached the first porch step before the door burst open and Leah thundered out onto the wood, fuming. Caden was close behind, a tight smile on his face.

"What the hell happened?" I demanded, nearly making it a command.

Leah stopped on the top step right above me and pointed back to the door. "That…that…bloodsucker thinks he has the right to walk all over his daughter! He had no right at all!" She yelled all this back toward the house.

From inside there was a weary sigh.

Confused as I was, there was only one bloodsucker that was male with a daughter.

"Leah," I said in a low tone. "What happened?"

Caden came up behind her to stroke her hair while she breathed hard. Slowly, she calmed down enough to stop flaring her nostrils like a bull and focus on me. I expected her to answer, but all she did was shake her head.

"I can't go into it, Jake. I just really can't, right now." With a dismissive wave, she let Caden lead her off the porch.

I almost went after them, but a moment later, Alice appeared in the doorway. Her face was sad as she just shook her head.

"Where?" I growled, knowing she'd understand.

"The cabin," she barely whispered.

Two seconds later, I phased, ripping my clothes, and ran around the house.

Edward, I called to him mentally. If you hurt her, you better get ready for a beating.

And then my only thought was to get to Nessie.

RPOV

The cabin was just as it was when Jacob and I had left it a couple days ago. Only the happy memories had been washed away by the emotional tide that had come down by what I'd put in motion.

The couch. I hated that couch now.

As I stood in the doorway, looking into the living room and the kitchen at the same time, the ghosts of past visions came to me. Children's laughter rang in my ears like wind chimes, Jacob's deep rumble the sound of a drum as he chased the kids around the hardwood floor. Me standing in the kitchen rubbing my rounded belly with the third on its way, the only one a mystery.

Placing my hand on my flat, empty stomach, I took a deep breath and tried my hardest to move further into the room. I slowly made my way across the expanse of hardwood floors to the stairs that lead down to the master bedroom. When I got to the head of the stairs, though, it was as if my knees no longer wanted to bend at my mind's command. They didn't want to go down there any more than I did. But eventually, I cursed and made the command an order.

It was slow work as I descended. This room held so many memories, most of them good and most containing our firsts as a couple.

The bed looked the same. It was made, the duvet straight across, no wrinkles. The bed posts were tall and as thick as the trunk of a tree, as solid, too. The headboard was some sort of dark wood with carved designs of ivy and little blooming flowers. Man, that bed had been a feature in my dreams on so many nights.

Abruptly, my heart gave a tremendous tug and tears flowed freely. What the hell was I going on about the bed for? God, the things Leah had told me about Jacob. He'd been through so much and I'd just tossed him over for not telling me like it was casual conversation? Ugh, I made myself sick.

What I wanted was for Jacob to meet me here. I wanted to tell him that I still loved him. Knowing his story may have changed my perception of him, but he was still the one I loved, my man, my male. My alpha. Even more than the visions of children dancing upstairs, I wanted his big, real, warm body on top of me, inside of me, telling me that he forgave me. Even though I sure as shit didn't deserve it.

And I was just about to drop to my knees and scream when-

"I do forgive you."

Catching my scream in my throat, I whirled to find Jacob standing at the foot of the stairs, quietly watching me. For a moment, I couldn't breathe or think. All that went through me or around me was him. My heart thundered as if making a bid to spill itself into his hands, where it belonged. Blood roared through me, begging me to get our veins as close as possible.

For quite a few heartbeats, we just stared at each other. And for the first time since I'd started this crap, there was no anger or sadness. Just a clinical study of the other as if measuring that the other's vitals were okay.

His dark, dark eyes were steady as they met mine. The body was tall and strong. And now, I knew what it looked like without clothes. He had on a pair of sweats that did nothing to dislodge that memory of him in the bathroom wearing nothing but steam. He must have phased sometime and forgotten to take his clothes off first because he'd been wearing something completely different.

And then, in the midst of thinking about his clothes, what he said sank in.

"How did you-? Did I say that out loud?"

He shook his head once.

Great, so I'd projected. I was about to slam my mental walls up, but he shook his head again.

"Don't close yourself up to me," he growled out. "You always do. And I hate that." Anger washed over his face. "It's like you don't trust me."

"It's not you I don't trust," I whispered.

I turned away from him and wrapped my arms around myself, my tears falling again. I heard him move closer but not yet felt his warmth. He'd only taken a couple small steps.

"Nessie, I want what you want. More than the kids, I want you under me. That's the first step anyway."

Tightening my arms around my torso, I sucked in a breath. "Why? How? How could you want me after all I've put you through? You couldn't possibly." And then I laughed at the actions we were talking about. "And now you want to? Now that I've had this huge temper tantrum. Nice. Now you're just trying to placate me because someone talked you into it."

A vicious snarl and growl ripped through the room. And before I could turn, a strong hand gripped my elbow and spun me around. Jacob's teeth were bared but his eyes were still the same, calm and in the driver's seat. He wouldn't hurt me.

Abruptly, he moved that hand down to my wrist, spread my palm, and thrust it against the hard length between his legs. He groaned loudly, and with a gasp, I tried to pull away so that I wouldn't hurt him, but he just held me there as his eyes closed and hips came forward to meet my hand.

"Do you feel that?" he demanded hoarsely. "You feel how hard I am?" Those beautiful dark eyes opened and speared right into me. "I'm looking right at you, Nessie. I know it's you. And I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire godforsaken life."

As he spoke, his hips kept up a rhythm that my hand started to match without my telling it to do so. I swallowed hard and watched as his gorgeous body stroked itself against my hand.

He leaned down to my ear so that he could whisper into it. "You know my story. Leah told you. That's what you were thinking about. And I can now tell you, and you'll know, that your mother is nothing more than a good friend, a mother-in-law. It's you that I want underneath me. It's you I want at my side as my mate. It's you I want to tame, mark, and make mine."

Those growled out, masculine, dominating words sent a shiver down my spine so forceful that I fell against Jacob's body. Mine had completely turned to liquid, wanting nothing more than to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me.

So I said the only thing was appropriate.

"Yes," I whispered. "God, yes."

Jacob growled, wrapped his arms around my body, and carried me over to the bed. His movements and body language may have been rough, but he was still gentle with me as he laid me out. He leaned back to stare at me, eyes roaming my body, coming and settling on my lips. He swallowed hard.

I held my arms out. "I'm at your mercy, Jake. It was my fuckup. And I'm your female. Take me how you want me."

With another growl and slight grin, he came down to press his lips to mine. We both groaned at the contact. Man, it felt good to have him on my skin somewhere. And even though I wanted to deepen the kiss, I let him be in control. He'd said the word tame which meant his Alpha Male-ness had kicked in. He was the dominant he was supposed to be, the one that Leah had drawn a picture of for me in her story of his life. This was the man that was supposed to be, not the soft one he'd chosen to be for me.

And I wanted it. I wanted him like this: raw, powerful, wild.

Sure enough, he deepened the kiss, his tongue making an appearance at my lower lip. He didn't have to ask twice. My lips fell open on a sigh as his tongue penetrated me, going deep, tasting me. Again, we both groaned. And then his hands started to roam. They found my waist, fingers going under the lip of my sweater, teasing the line of skin until I couldn't stand it and squirmed. Chuckling into my mouth, his palms flattened over the expanse of my torso, fingertips landing on the front of my bra. I wanted him on me, in me, all over.

My mental walls weren't up, and he'd caught the thought. The growl deepened. He broke the kiss to whip the sweater off my body and threw it to who-gave-a-shit-ville and was back to my lips. Only, he didn't stay there. Those soft, full lips moved down my jaw, the column of my neck, nuzzled a little behind my ear, and moved down my chest.

When he got to the spot over my heart where the bruise had started to fade, he frowned. And then a predatory look came into those eyes.

"I think a little re-marking is in order." His voice was so deep that it was only a growl, but it did things to my body that made me think pain was not going to be part of what happened between us. I was more than ready for him.

He growled again, letting me know that he'd seen the thought, before he dropped his lips to my skin. As soon as that tongue made an appearance my body arched up off the bed, my fingers going into his hair, digging into his scalp, pushing him closer to my skin.

My chest was heaving, thighs pressing together, as my body arched. He went to work on my chest, nibbling, sucking, and licking. This was too much. I had too many articles of clothing on, and my skin was scorching. Something had to come off. Before I could get my hands between us, he beat me there, fingers going to the button of my jeans. As his mouth kept working, he jerked the button open and the fly down. He was done with gentle as he slipped his hands in between my panties and jeans. Those hands went around, cupping my ass and then pulled out and down to get the jeans down my hips.

"Oh, god, Jake. Get on with it. I need you," I groaned as my nails found the nape of his neck.

He chuckled, but did as I asked. Pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to my chest, he reached down and finished pulling off my jeans and throwing them to my shirt. Rearing up above me, he stared at my body as if I were something to eat. Glancing down his, I found that the sweats were only hiding him from my sight, not containing that massive erection seeing as how the fabric had been tented out.

That brought out a growl of my own. I knew what every inch of his body looked like, and I wanted it pressed against mine. He growled as well, and fell down on top of me, his arms catching and holding most of his weight.

One hand came up to slide one of my bra straps down and then went to the other. It was me that reached back to undo the clasp and shimmy out of the damn thing. When it was thrown out into the darkness, he fell on me as if he was starving and I was the only one with the food he needed.

The gentleness was gone as his tongue, teeth, and lips ravished my breasts. He pulled one of my nipples taught between his teeth as he rolled the other with his thumb and forefinger. My nails found his shoulders as my body arched again and a groan came out of my mouth. It was a sound that I had never made before, but one that seemed to spur Jacob on, because he growled against my skin and switched sides, holding me closer, sucking more of me in.

It took me a long moment to realize that the fingers of his free hand had gone down to the play with the elastic of my panties, dipping in and out, caressing my skin. Once I realized his touch was there, my hips shot upward, following where his fingers went, dying not to break the connection. The feel of him that close to the core of me left me panting and aching.

Okay, enough with the foreplay. I was insane with need and heat. My meter of patience was below empty, and I needed the man that was on top of me. Only he could stop the ache between my legs. And as much as I wanted to get to know his body, we had time for that later. This ache in me had been building for nearly a year. It was time to let it go.

Reaching down, using my hands and feet, I managed to grab onto his sweats and tug them down. I caught a terrific shot of his ass before they stopped moving. His erection. They were caught up.

"Lift up, Jake," I managed to pant. When he hesitated for a fraction of a second, I leaned down next to his ear. "I've already seen you, and you're amazing. And to get to where we're going, these are going to have to come off. So. Lift. Up." At the end, I nibbled on his earlobe, which made him shudder as he lifted his hips.

Pulling the same move he had, I wrapped my hands around his bare ass for a second, squeezing, before I pulled out and down. Moving around to the front of his hips, I did the same. Once everything was free, I pulled them the rest of the way off with my feet.

Once I flung the offensive fabric off the bed, I had to tug on his now bare hips to get his weight back on me. But once he relented, that hot, hard length pressed into my thigh. Man, he was huge. How was he going to fit? In answer to that question, my body rushed, and I felt the fabric between my legs soak through. Oh, yeah. He'd fit.

Suddenly, he lifted his mouth off me and shifted to his side onto one of his elbows. His other hand stroked over my stomach and breasts. My body undulated under his ministrations, but my eyes traveled toward his hips. I needed to see him again, see him hard as opposed to soft.

And, oh, god…if he'd been amazing before, he was magnificent now. Long and hard, the blunt head of him reaching up just past his bellybutton. What caught my attention was that he was thicker toward the base of his body, and I was dying to get my hands around him. I wanted to feel that heavy weight in my palm and know that it was mine, all mine.

My thoughts must have gotten to him because he growled as that length jerked against his belly. When my eyes met his, we met heat for heat.

"I can't do gentle right now, Ness. God, I want to, but-,"

I swallowed hard. "I know. But we have all the time in the world for gentle. Right now, I just need this," I gripped him in a moment of bravery, "inside me.

We both shuddered and groaned at the contact. He was warm, silky, and smooth over all the hardness. And damn, was he hard. Hard as a steel rod.

A rumble came up from his chest as I stroked him. It wasn't a growl. More like a purr as my hand started to move up and down. I couldn't meet my thumb and my middle finger around him at the base and barely at the tip.

And it wasn't scary in the least. It was hunger-inducing.

JPOV

Dear God, that hand of hers was driving me close to the edge. Her hand was fire on my already-hot skin. And to watch her stroke me? My head kicked back onto a pillow as a groan left me. Goddamn, was this really happening? Had I really taken things here? Yes, yes, I had. And we were both loving it. This was right. This was where we needed to be.

My neurons stopped firing the moment her fingers caressed and massaged the tip of my erection, and I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I came with such force that I was surprised I didn't throw out my back. My hips bucked up wildly into her hands as hot streams shot out onto her hands, my stomach, and the bed.

"Fuck," I managed to get out from between my teeth.

When she let me go, I opened my eyes to find her staring at what had come out of me. She was rubbing her hands and fingers together with a very satisfied smile. Man, I was still hard and not all that sensitive. Usually once was all it took, but with the promise of getting into my mate, that shit wasn't about to happen. My body was not about to disappoint her.

And sure enough, I got even harder as she grinned wide and rubbed what had been on her hands all over her body, especially her breasts. With a grin up at my face, she took what had gotten onto my stomach and finished rubbing it on her. That was it. I needed her.

My fingers fisted the side of her panties as I leaned into her with a growl. "Tell me you aren't attached to these?"

She giggled and shimmied her hips. "Not in the slightest." Her voice was lower than usual, and I loved it.

I pressed my lips to hers and ripped the cloth from her. Her body jerked against mine as I flung the strips away and stared down to what I had just bared. Fucking A. Her skin was utterly smooth, and now I knew it wasn't just the hair on her head as the reason her showers took so long. Shaving things other than her legs was clearly part of her routine. Before I took her, I needed to touch her. It was such a strong impulse that I had to go with it. If it hadn't been roaring in my ears I would have skipped it, but I couldn't. She'd touched me. I needed to touch her.

As I stared at her, she sighed and split her legs wide so I had a better view. The view knocked the breath out of me. She was wet, pink, and glistening. My tongue shot out to lick my lips, but that was a want, not an impulse, so I shoved it to the side for now. My fingers were itching to touch her.

Reaching over, I played with the skin of her hip, and her head pressed back into the pillow. Looking up, I found that her head was tilted to the side and her eyes were on me, that bottom lip between her teeth.

It was her hand that put me to her core. Damn, she was hot. As hot as I'd been, still was. My hand found all kinds of things to explore. And she was slick enough that I didn't have to worry about hurting her that way. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on her breathing and sounds. She liked the upstroke, at the very top of her core, but she also liked when I dipped the tip of a finger into her. I was dying to go further, to be inside of her.

When my finger played around her opening again, she thrust her hips up, pushing me further in. God, she was burning up…for me. So, watching her face carefully for any discomfort or pain, I slipped my middle finger into her and pressed my thumb against that spot at the top. Instead of pain, she arched up of the bed with the sexiest moan I'd ever heard in my life. Her hand shot up to grip my shoulder, nails digging in as I pushed my way in. Though she was wet, she was tight. Her body clamped down around my finger, sucking on it. The feeling made me shudder. In the motion my hips were dying to take, I pulled my finger out. Her body followed after it, trying to keep the contact, but she didn't need to worry. I slid back in smoothly with less resistance on her part. I hadn't met a certain resistance I had once been told to expect, which made me wonder. She gasped when I flicked my finger in experiment and her nails dug in deeper.

"Yes," she hissed. "Oh, god, yes, Jake. Please."

With that, I moved faster and eventually added a second, and then a third finger. Only once did she ask me to hold up a minute for her to accommodate me, which was good. Her body wasn't that opposed to change.

On the thrust I'd promised myself would be the last, she dug her nails so deep that she bled me, her head pounded back into the pillow, her body arched, and she moaned loudly as her hips bucked.

Holy shit, she'd just had her first orgasm. And I'd just given it to her.

RPOV

As I floated back down into my own body, the first thing I saw was Jacob's face. He was grinning at me.

When I swallowed and realized I had regained the ability to talk, I said, "Now I see why you worked yourself out all the time. That was amazing."

His grin widened. "Trust me, it's better this way, with someone helping out. You have no idea how good that was for me with your hands on me."

My body convulsed at the memory of him jetting and jerking in my palm. Yeah, that had been amazing.

On a sudden rush, the gentleness left me. Now that we'd gotten the whole touching-for-the-first-time out of the way, we needed to get on with the show. I wanted him inside of me…deep inside of me.

So, to get the ball rolling, I reached down and gripped him hard. His breath went out and his eyes unfocused. But a moment later, his fingers did the same harsh grip on me and he growled.

"You're right. No more. I need you." Sliding his fingers out of me, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked at it experimentally. Then, he closed his eyes as if he'd just tasted heaven and licked them clean.

With that he rolled back on top of me, this time nothing between us except for the thin, drying coat of what I'd rubbed all over myself. He positioned his hands on either side of my shoulders and put his upper weight there as he let his hips fall between my spread legs. One hand went between our bodies to position himself at my entrance.

The nervousness still hadn't reared its ugly head and I was grateful. I trusted Jacob, and he needed to know that. He came back and pressed a kiss to my lips as I felt the hot, blunt head of him probe.

"Let me know if I need to pause like I did with my hand."

I nodded, thinking that that wasn't going to be an issue. As his hips moved forward and a delicious tightness started between my legs, I ran my hands up and down Jacob's back and sides, assuring him that I was ok, to keep going. He was positively shaking with the need to keep it a bit slow.

Leaning up, I pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Just move, Jake. Go. I'll be alright."

Those impossibly dark eyes met mine, and I opened my connection wider to him, letting him see that I was truly ok. With that reassurance, his lips met mine and then he was pushing into me in one solid slide that was deliciously tight and erotically smooth. I groaned with a smile on my face.

"I'm all the way in," he said in surprise.

Still grinning, I slightly ran my nails down his back. "Yes, you are. And you fill me up." Which was true. I could feel him all the way up to my bellybutton.

"But I expected-,"

He'd expected pain for me. But it didn't come. I'd long ago broken that wall inside me. It could happen to girls when they were active before losing their virginity. The only discomfort was getting used to his size, but I already was and I needed him to move. I wanted that friction. So I shook my head.

"Later, Jake. Just move. Please."

Again I had to show him through my connection that I was fine. And then I showed him what I wanted him to do. With a growl and that wildness back in his eyes, hefted himself more firmly onto his arms and took his hips back.

Oh, yeah. That was what I was looking for. When he swung back in, he hit the end of me and circled his hips, making him brush the walls inside of me. He did that a few more times before our minds left the building and our bodies took over.

His thrusts became harder and faster, but still controlled. My head moved up and down on the pillow as I held onto his hammering hips. With my legs as far open as I could get them, I reached down to dig my nails into his ass as he pounded into me. His breathing was hot and hard, head hanging down on his shoulders. Sweat poured off of both of us as he worked our bodies out good.

The muscles of his back and shoulders slid under his smooth, slick skin. And eventually, my hips joined our dance. I found and picked up his hard, pounding rhythm and met him at the apex of his thrust, our bodies meeting and retreating. And every single time our bodies met, that sweet spot at the top of my sex was rubbed by his lower body creating a heat in my stomach that flowed down.

Soon, the heat was so intense that I gripped harder onto his ass that was still pumping, but losing its rhythm. I was getting close. That heat moved fast and out of control. It had been the same as when his fingers had been inside of me.

Jacob's body was losing the fight with control, his thrusts becoming messy and uncoordinated. A bead of sweat slid down his neck and ran down his chest. Impulsively, I reached up with my tongue and licked it off. He hissed and pulled my hair back, making me look at him.

"Come with me, Ness," he panted and groaned out at the same time. "Almost there."

"I'm right with you, baby. Just let go."

His first super hard thrust had me up off the bed. And in retaliation, I bit him on the shoulder, and dug my nails into his ass again, pushing him deeper inside.

JPOV

The instant her teeth sank into me, the last of my control washed away. With my hips having taken over, the only thing I could do was hang on for the end of the ride. Which was coming. My back was starting to tighten up, and the twin weights below were clenching hard.

Dear God, this was the best thing I'd ever felt in my life. My face was pressed down into the mint smell of Nessie's hair, her teeth were deep in my shoulder, and her nails were deep into my ass, urging me to finish.

That finish came like the slam of a door. One moment open, the next, slam. My back tightened so hard and fast that I was momentarily paralyzed in the deep thrust that I was in. I was as far inside her as I could be, and her body, in answer, clamped around me, holding me to her, milking me for all I was worth.

At the same time we both shouted the other's names as our orgasms froze us. Sweat ran into the bite mark she'd left and stung like a mother, but damn, it felt good. I knew I'd feel small pains whenever I sat down for a few days after this. That was ok. I could live with that.

Eventually, my body was drained having been emptied into her, but I couldn't bring myself to pull out. I liked where I was just fine, thank you. But my arms couldn't hold me up and I collapsed on top of her. As I tried to slide off, her arms came around my back, holding me against her.

"No, stay. I like you right here."

"I'm too heavy, Ness," I grunted.

"No, you're really not, Jake. At least, not at the moment."

Most likely trying to find a comfy spot, she moved against me with me still inside her. Okay, now I was sensitive.

"Oh, god, Ness. Stop moving. Please," I groaned.

She laughed, but stopped and stroked my back. "Sorry."

"'Sokay."

We just lay there for an indefinable amount of time, relearning how to breathe and petting each other. My face was buried in her hair, hers in my neck. I knew I had to move off her before we fell asleep. When I listed to the side but put my arms around her to keep her with me, she let me. She sighed and snuggled into my chest.

"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" I asked.

She stroked my neck. "I'm fine, Jacob. But did I hurt you? I bit you kind of hard."

I chuckled, feeling and loving the bite of pain. "Nah, I like it." Getting serious, I pulled back so I could see her face. There was nothing but love in her eyes. "Now, are we ok?"

She smiled up at me. "Yeah, Jake, we're ok." She frowned, "But-,"

I put a finger to her lips. "No more heavy talk tonight. This was our night. We'll deal with the rest later, ok?"

Those redder-than-normal lips pressed to my fingers. "Ok, Jacob." Reaching up, she ran a finger between my eyes. "You must be exhausted after all that work."

My voice went into a rumble. "And you must be exhausted from receiving it all."

"Mmm," was her response.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I went for her lips. "Go to sleep. I'll be right here in the morning."

"Me, too," she whispered.

Before passing out, I managed to wiggle the comforter free and over the two of us so that she wouldn't get cold during the night. None of the fireplaces had been lit up before we'd gotten down to business and I wasn't about to get my ass out of bed away from her. Plus my legs weren't feeling the need to work.

Within moments we were out because all was good with our world tonight. It might not be all that great tomorrow or the day after, but tonight?

Tonight was perfect.

I really don't feel the need for there to be any explanations here. So I hope you enjoyed. And feel free to review or PM me. Love you guys! xoxoxoxoxoxo