a/n Oh, how I've been waiting for this chapter! Dying for it, really. Hopefully, you'll enjoy. Heed the rating, kids! This chapter contains a lot of really foul language between angry grown ups, and a little… ahem… you know.

This chapter dedicated to dazzleglo for a review that made me giggle. Thanks, dear!

a/n On a side note, please feel free to point out grammatical/spelling/gender errors at any time. I beta myself. Yeah, that's right. Myself and I have conversations and write together and hang out. And they call me crazy...

CHAPTER 6—NEW SEX

Tanya found herself alone on the front porch, nothing to do and no one to talk to. Fear washed over her as the reality of her situation set in.

She was falling for a human.

She had few options. One was just to not call him back, leave Forks, and do everything to forget him. That didn't seem so appealing. She could keep seeing him and see if it was even worth doing the next thing, but she knew it would be.

Her only other option was to tell him, and that could go one of two ways. If it went her way, he'd fall in love with her even more and beg for her to turn him, so that he could stay with her.

Or he could freak and run off, and she'd have to kill him. Again, not so appealing.

Around two in the morning, she finally melted down. Sitting on the little bench on Carlisle's front porch, she watched helplessly as her hands started shaking. The breaths she took were shaky, and her throat felt oddly thick.

It was in this fashion that Edward and Bella found her four hours later when they arrived home from their evening out. Edward sent Bella to check on their still-snoozing daughter, and sat down next to Tanya. When she forced her eyes to his face, she saw a look of concern that bordered on fear.

"Tanya?" His honeyed voice, so different from Mike's, was low and careful. "Did something happen?"

"No!" she burst out, unable to contain herself any longer. She broke down entirely, her hands quivering nearly out of control. "I don't know what's happening to me! I'm nervous and I can't think straight, and when I can think, all I can think of is his face teasing me and making me feel useless!" She gasped for air and felt Edward's strong hand, sure against her back, as he rubbed her shoulders to calm her. "He just makes these little comments and makes me feel like I'm a teenager, and I don't know what to do! I like him, I just don't know what I'm supposed to…" She trailed off, shaking, her chest heaving in violent dry sobs.

She really wasn't looking for an answer, and he understood, hearing the conflict in her thoughts. He wrapped his arms around her and patted her back as she fell apart. He didn't say anything, just made gentle, calming sounds. She wasn't sure why this was happening. This had never happened to her before.

At this thought, Edward chuckled. "Sounds like you're a little out of your element with Newton," he said, dry amusement evident in his tone.

Tanya forced in a deep breath, exhaled, and managed a weak laugh. "That's an understatement," she said, laughing faintly again. "It's just so strange."

"I think," Edward said slowly, his arms still supporting her, "you might really like him."

Whether it was the seriousness of the situation, the fear, the irony that it was Edward comforting her, or just the giddiness she still felt from being with Mike, she wasn't sure. Whatever it was, Tanya burst into a peal of laughter. She was unstoppable for several minutes, and vaguely glad that Jasper wasn't present to have to suffer along with her.

Bella's soft footsteps sounded in the house behind them, then the sound of the door opening and closing announced her presence on the porch. Tanya managed to shape up a bit before Bella sat down next to her on the bench, on the side opposite her husband. She cocked an eyebrow at Tanya. "I take it by the lack of a human presence in the house that the three hundred dollar lingerie you're wearing went completely to waste?"

"Oh, my God," she snorted, laughing again. Edward shook his head and, releasing her, buried his face in her hands. "Shot down before I could even start!"

"Really." Bella looked a little amused by this. "And how did that make you feel?"

"Well, the way he said it made me feel sexy," she said, giggling. Edward groaned.

"Sexy, but still unsatisfied?" Bella asked, a bona fide smirk crossing her face now.

"Completely."

Bella seemed to consider this. "Hmm." She rose from her seat and stared down at her husband. "I know the feeling." She looked back at Tanya and smiled brightly. "I need you to help me pick out something sinful later, 'kay?" Then she turned on her heel and breezed back inside.

It was quiet for a minute. Then…

"See what you have to look forward to?"

Edward's little aside had her rolling in laughter again.

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Two Weeks Later

Mike's feet were propped up as he went through sales and labor reports from the last month, smiling with the satisfaction that he'd brought in more business in the last quarter than his parents had in the same timeframe two years ago. His labor costs were also low. Despite pressure from parents to hire "just one more kid" to work the summer, Mike stuck with a three person staff—one high school kid, one guy who'd been here for years, and himself.

Maybe he was stuck in his home town, but he wasn't too bad at it.

The phone rang, and he put down his reports and his feet before picking it up. "Newton's Olympic Outfitters, this is Mike."

"Yes, Mike, I'm hoping you can help me," the voice on the other end purred. "You see, I've got all this camping equipment and nobody to use it with. Do you know where I might find a good, safe camping buddy?"

Mike grinned. "Well, ma'am, I'd be more than happy to volunteer myself to help you out."

"Oh, would you really?" she asked, her voice dripping with lust. "That would just be lovely. We can lay out under the stars and get all warm by the fire. And by warm, I mean hot. Hot and bothered."

Mike burst out laughing. Tanya would call in the middle of the day to act coy, just to get him hard at work. Things had been going well with her. They still hadn't had sex yet, but they'd done a lot of what led up to it. Their second date had been go carts, and when he'd dropped her off to kiss her goodnight, she let him feel up her ass. Their third date, they'd stayed home and watched a movie while her family were out for the night. Mike got to feel her boobs. Their forth date, if you could call it that, was blatant parking of a car to make out in the backseat. Her shirt had come off, leaving her in her bra, and she'd given him the most amazing head of his life. He'd touched her and watched as she arched her back and cried out in the back of his Mustang. Then he'd driven her home and gave her a little kiss, laughing when she seemed to get shy again.

And to top it off, she loved calling him at work and having phone sex. Just not today, apparently.

"So I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah." Mike moved the reports off to the side to pull out his date book, knowing he still had a cancellation to make tonight so he could be with Tanya. "Seven?"

"Seven, it is," she said, and he could hear her smile. "Bring pajamas."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Bye."

"Bye, babe."

They'd stopped short of actual sex every time it had gotten close, because it just didn't feel right yet. She seemed nervous, and he was fine to let her warm up slowly. Hell, he was nervous. It wasn't every day the hottest woman on the planet wanted to have sex with you. Besides, she still didn't know about Jessica.

He wasn't sure how he felt about having to break that one to her, but he knew the time was close. It was starting to take a toll on him. Jessica was still clueless about Tanya, and Tanya, about Jessica. The weird thing was, he felt like he was cheating not just on Jessica, but on Tanya, too. He'd had sex with Jessica once in the past two weeks, when he was sexually frustrated, but it hadn't done anything for him. He hadn't even gotten off, and it didn't help when Jessica yelled at him for it. He'd yelled back, and they hadn't spoken for two days afterward. Sex was now off the menu, and he had a feeling it was going to be permanent. He just needed a way to let her down gently…

The rest of Mike's day dragged, and when he flipped the front sign to "Closed," he wanted nothing more than to just skip going home and head straight to Tanya's.

Instead, he drove through the rain to his house.

Inside, Jessica was packing. She was leaving in the morning for a conference in Milwaukee and wouldn't be back for a week. He was looking forward to her being gone so he could bring Tanya over and show her his life.

"Mike, where's my black pumps?" Jessica shouted from the bedroom when he walked in the door.

"Jesus Christ!" he screamed. "How the fuck would I know where your goddamn shoes are? Fuck, Jessica!"

She came out with her hand on her hip, looking shocked and furious. "What the fuck?" she spat. "What is your problem lately?"

"I come home after working all day, making money for your shit, mostly, and the first thing out of your goddamn mouth is, 'Where are my black pumps?'" He threw his hands over his head. "How about, 'Hey, honey, nice to see you. How was your day?' You know, the shit I ask you when you come home?" He scoffed, glowering as he stomped past her into the bedroom.

"You don't need to be an asshole right before I leave," she called after him.

"You don't need to be a cunt twenty-three hours of the day, either, but you don't hear me saying anything."

"Michael!" She stomped around the corner, looking shocked. "What the hell did you just call me?"

"I called you a cunt," he said, reaching into the back of the closet for a duffel bag. "You've used me up, baby. I'm running on empty right now."

"Oh, get over yourself," she spat, glaring up at him. How had he ever been able to look around her personality to find her beautiful? He couldn't remember anymore. It didn't help that she'd changed over the last few years, and not for the better. "What's with you? Are you on drugs, or something?" She peered accusingly up into his face. "You haven't been the same since you went to see Tyler two weeks ago. Did he get you on something?"

"No!" Mike threw the duffel to the bed, waving his hands over his head. "I'm not on fucking drugs, okay? Jesus! Are you on drugs?" Jessica's mouth was hanging open, and he reached down to close it for her, glaring. "Fuck you."

She jerked back when his hand touched her, and before he could register it, she'd pulled her open hand back and brought it forward in a loud smack across his cheek. In reflex, he shoved her away from him, hard, and she tumbled backward against the bed. He was breathing hard, and he blinked when he realized what had just happened. He held out his opened hands, and she curled back away from him, hiding her face in a pillow.

"Just go," she said, her voice muffled around the pillow. "Just pack up and go wherever you're going. I don't care."

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Mike Newton's house was easy enough to find. It was up against the woods, like so many houses were here. Crouched outside, just beyond the edge of the tree cover, Edward crouched, frowning as he listened to the shouting coming from the house, the thoughts of the fighters, and those of the neighbors that could hear them.

Oh, goodness, there they go again. They're so loud…

Jesus, what a bitch. I wouldn't put up with that shit—she's just using him for the money. Why doesn't he figure that out and kick her off so we don't have to listen to it?

What is his problem? He's being such an asshole for the last two weeks. He has to be high on something…

…can't believe she thinks I'm on drugs what if she finds out does she know fuck I don't know what to do right now just pack up and leave she said to pack up and leave go Tanya's waiting…

Mike's thoughts were a jumble of anger, remorse, and excitement, and they made Edward's head spin. As he watched through Mike's thoughts, Mike silently packed a shirt, pants, sweat pants, a t-shirt, flip-flops, and an extra pair of shoes and socks. He didn't say anything to Jessica, where she lay in a ball on the bed, looking pathetic. He just stalked out of the house, got in the car, and sat for a minute before starting it and backing out. Jessica got up off the bed, unharmed and more pissed than upset, and continued packing for her trip.

"What the fuck just happened?" Bella whispered, watching as the car pulled out.

Edward tugged on her hand and seconds later they were running full tilt back to the house. Mike wasn't going straight there—he was stopping off at the diner to eat, thinking Tanya had dinner plans with her family. "Dinner plans," indeed.

"We have to leave," Edward said in a rush. "Mike's planning to tell Tanya about Jessica tonight, and that's something she needs to deal with on her own. We can't help her."

"I feel so bad," Bella said quietly. "Do we tell her, or warn her or anything?"

"No." Edward skidded to a halt in the driveway and turned to his wife. He was distracted for a moment by her windblown hair, slightly damp clothes that clung to her, and bright eyes. He cupped her cheek in his hand, smiling when she leaned into it. "We didn't see anything."

Bella sighed and nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist. They stood in the drive for a moment before Edward's phone rang. He disengaged from his wife and sent her to help Tanya set up the tent in the backyard. Bella smiled and ran off. He glanced at his phone, which was blaring "Mercy" by Duffy as loud as its little speakers could. He shook his head and answered his sister.

"Hello, Alice," he said calmly, suspecting what her phone call was about.

"Edward?" Alice sounded extremely confused. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said slowly, "I just had a really weird vision. About Mike Newton. And Tanya. Having sex."

Edward grinned. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's the plan for tonight."

"Oh!" Alice's voice was a little shocked. "And you're coming home!"

"Yep." Edward glanced back to where his wife was helping their cousin. "It'll be fine. Right?"

"I think so," Alice said slowly. "There's a lot of decisions to be made, and a million different ways this could go. It's too confusing right now. They're both hiding a lot."

"Yeah." Edward sighed, then waved as his daughter came out of the house, glared at him, and thought loudly, We're leaving? You've got to be kidding! I wanna stay! "Alice, I have to go. My daughter's throwing a tantrum."

Alice laughed. "Bye, Edward."

"Goodbye, Alice." He hung up the phone and frowned as his daughter where she stood, arms crossed and feet planted shoulder width apart, in the drive, a scowl on her adorable face. It was almost funny, but he couldn't laugh. He was supposed to be an authority figure. Instead, he frowned back at her. "Yes, young lady, we're leaving. Tanya needs her privacy, and we should respect that." He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"You didn't even ask me," she said, still scowling.

"I don't have to ask you. I'm the parent, you're the child, and you do as you're told."

"But it's not fair!" she screamed, and Edward actually took a step back. "I never get to do anything I wanna do!"

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen!" Bella's shriek was more terrifying than his daughter's, and he took two more steps back as his wife came around the corner of the house in a fury. "Do not ever use that tone with your father!" Renesmee cowered a little under her mother's furious gaze. "That is absolutely uncalled for!"

Renesmee was hanging her head now as her mother seethed silently for a moment before turning and going back to her work with Tanya and the tent.

"I'm sorry," Renesmee said softly, and where she had been an angry teenager before, she now turned into the little girl who still called him…

"Daddy?" Her little arms wrapped around his middle, and he heaved a sigh. "I'm really sorry I was rude. It was unacceptable." She sounded very serious, and he finally laughed.

"You're forgiven, darling," he said, hugging her tightly and kissing the curls at the top of her head. "Now will you go pack?"

"Yes, daddy," she said, and she leaned up, pecked his cheek, and turned to skip back inside.

He stood in the drive for a second before racing out to the cottage to pack their things.

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Thirty minutes later, Tanya heard the telltale roar of Mike's car, and she walked slowly out to the front of the house to wait for him. She waited as patiently as she could, but when she saw the car come through the trees, she started bouncing on the balls of her feet. He pulled to a stop, got out, and laughed at the sight of her.

"Hey, baby, impatient much?" he asked, laughing boisterously. He took his time walking to her, and then set his bag down on the porch next to her before wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her toward him. She went willingly, smiling up at him and twining her fingers in his hair. He let her pull him down for a kiss, and she moaned a little when he shoved her gently against the side of the house. He laughed against her mouth and pulled away. "So camping, huh?"

"I have a tent set up," she said, and grinning, led him to the back of the house.

She couldn't remember a night when she'd had so much fun. She half expected him to go straight for her pants and to take her immediately, but he'd produced a deck of cards, instead. They played poker, rummy, black jack, and war. He'd ask her a question every so often—how Russian was she, did she speak Russian (to which she'd had to answer him in articulate Russian), what was the worst movie she'd ever seen.

Around ten thirty, the rain had let up long enough that Tanya grabbed some firewood she'd stashed in the corner of the tent and gave it to Mike.

"Man make fire," she said seriously.

Mike gave his best cave man grunt and walked like a gorilla out of the tent, banging his chest with his free hand and grunting, "Fire! Oooooh, man make fire!"

Tanya burst into peals of laughter and followed him out. He made a show of arranging the driftwood Jacob had brought her and using a flint and steel to start it going. When the flames shot up, he waved his hands in the air and circled his fire, making war cry sounds and making her laugh so hard she probably would have peed her pants if she were human.

He finally calmed down and came to sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "This is nice," he said, nodding down to the many-blanket covered tarp they were sitting on. "Glad I sold it to you."

"Mmm," she said, snuggling into his warm arm. "Now you can tell all your customers it's worth it."

Mike sighed, and it was quiet for a little while again. It was comfortable at first, but then he started fidgeting, first with the zip on his fleece, then with the edge of the blanket.

"Mike?" She reached up to twine her fingers in his hair. "You okay, baby?"

He took a deep breath and looked down at her, uncharacteristically serious. "I have to talk to you about something," he said slowly. "It's kind of important, and I've been putting it off for a while, now."

Oh, God. He didn't want her. What would she do if he didn't want her. "Tell me," she said quietly, looking down at their joined hands.

He exhaled sharply and looked into the flames for a moment, seeming to gather his courage. She held her breath. "I…" She could feel his hands shaking, and she was a little alarmed. She'd never seen him like this before. Then he blurted, "I'm engaged."

It was quiet for a moment while this sunk in. He was engaged? What was that supposed to mean?

"You're… engaged?" she asked slowly.

He nodded. "Are you mad?" he asked quietly.

"Where is she now?" Tanya asked.

"On her way to Milwaukee," he said. "She's going to be gone for a week."

"And why aren't you with her now?" She could hear how sharp her voice was becoming.

"Because I don't want to be with her," he said, sounding a little annoyed. "I'd rather be with you. Unless you want me to be with her, in which case I'll go back home and fight with her some more. It'll be the highlight of my fucking weekend."

She shot to her feet, furious that he had the audacity to speak to her this way. "Don't you dare speak to me like that!" She could hear her accent, stronger than it had been in years, dripping from the words. "You just told me you're engaged, that you have plans to marry someone! Do you really expect me to be happy?"

"No, I don't expect you to be happy!" Good Lord, he just yelled right back. "I expected you to be glad that I told you! I'm trying to be honest with you! Jesus, why don't women have any fucking brains?"

"Oh, don't you make this about women!" she shrieked. "You're just a guy who got bored with his life and you're using me to make it interesting!"

The last time she'd yelled at anyone this way, they'd stepped back about a yard. Mike didn't move so much as a hair's width.

Instead, his blue eyes flashed. "Oh, yeah," he said sarcastically, "I want to use you, baby! That's all! I'm just fucking bored!" He threw out his hands and laughed hysterically. "I've done chicks out of boredom before," he barked suddenly, all laughter gone. "I went with her to our friends' wedding and fucked a bridesmaid on the counter of the bathroom during the reception. I've hired whores in Seattle. I've been to more topless bars than should be legal! So by not having sex with you and dating you for two weeks instead of having a one night stand and not calling you back, I'm using you to make my life more interesting! More fun! Because this is fun! It's so much fun to fuck everything up!"

Then his face fell, and he dropped to his knees. He looked younger in the firelight, and he buried his face in his hands. Tanya swallowed then knelt down beside him, resting a hand on his back. He looked up at her, tears in his eyes, and she knew what she had to say.

"I want you to leave her," she said quietly, staring down at him. "You can't have both. Either you leave her and have me, or I leave you with her."

His arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed his face to her belly. "I will," he muttered, kissing her there. "I just need some time. It's been so long. She could ruin me with palimony." He shifted her shirt so that he could kiss her skin. "Give me a month." His tongue, hot and wet, darted out to play with her belly button. She realized with a shock that she was being seduced.

Her eyelids drooped a little, and she twined her fingers in his hair. "One month," she agreed. "Then you leave, or kick her out, or tell her." She pulled his head back and stared into his face. "I want you," she said bluntly. "And I don't like to share."

He grinned wickedly up at her, his tears having been dried by her shirt and the fire's heat, and pulled her down. "I'm not nuts about it, either," he growled, his lips finding her ear. "I'd like to stick my dick in you and know it's the only one going in." He rolled them into the tent and landed on top of her.

"Wait," she said, breathless, as his hands started removing her shirt.

Mike's head shot up. "You're not ready," he panted, and blinked. "That's okay. We can—"

"No, I'm ready," she said, laughing. "I want you so badly. But I want you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"I don't want you to make love with her," Tanya said softly. "Not anymore. If I can't have you to myself, I at least want this," she rocked her hips into his and he groaned, "to be all mine."

"I think that's only fair," he murmured in her ear, and she shuddered at the lustful, thick tone of his voice. "Now stop talking. You're the only girl I want to think about right now."

He pulled away from her a little, and pulled her shirt off, not seeming to have any more patience for waiting. Her pants were next to go, and he sat back to admire her body. She'd had so many men stare at her, but none like this. He really wanted her, wanted to do things to her and make her feel pleasure. It was incredibly sexy.

"That's the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen," he said, laughing.

She grinned back up at him and shifted back and forth in a little dance. "You like?"

"Oh, yes," he laughed, his hands wandering up and down her exposed. "Very much."

She'd picked out the lilac and lavender bra and panty set with Bella one day, not expecting to wear it for her first time with Mike, until he made a comment how amazing she looked in purples. It failed miserably at containing her breasts, which were barely enclosed, and which he immediately pulled out from the cups. She moaned when his lips made contact with her body, arching uncontrollably into his soft chest. On her back, she could feel his fingers sliding up to the clasp at the back, and felt it unsnap suddenly. A talent, to be sure. Then her breasts were completely freed, and his hands were cupping them, bringing them together to kiss both at once.

While his tongue was still working on her, his hands wandered down to her panties, sliding them off, and leaving her bare before him. He was still entirely clothed, and she felt so sinful as he pressed his jean contained erection against her. After a few seconds, he sat back on his heels, looking down at her with eyes that were clouded by lust. She expected him to make some comment on how sexy she was, how badly he wanted her. The usual.

He just stared at her. She was so nervous.

She was a little surprised when, instead of making a comment, he gathered her nude body in his arms and held her for a minute. She grasped the front of his shirt, inhaling his sweet scent. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly. "We don't have to do this tonight."

"Mike, I'm not a virgin," she said, laughing shakily.

"You're nervous, though." He pressed a soft kiss to her ear, and she could feel the smile. "Seriously, babe, if you don't want to tonight, we don't have to. I'll understand."

Where did this man come from, with his odd ability to resist her? She'd been oozing all her charms for two weeks, and he seemed all but immune to them. Bizarre.

Perfect.

Instead of answering him, Tanya gave a gentle push that sent Mike onto his back. She smiled down at him as she pulled his shirt over his head, taking his undershirt with it. She'd never seen him without his shirt before, and she wasn't disappointed. He looked like he worked out. Not so much that he was ripped, but there was clearly defined muscle under his flesh. She trailed her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling proud when he shuddered a little. Quickly, she undid his belt and had him naked in under a minute. He tugged her down, cupping her head in his hand and pulling her in for another kiss. Her chest pressed against his and she groaned. It had been too long…

"Lemmee grab a condom," he muttered around her lips.

Tanya almost laughed. Almost. "It's okay, baby," she said, and decided to test him with a part of her that she could tell him about. "I can't have kids."

Mike blinked. "I'm sorry," he said slowly. "I feel like an asshole."

Tanya laughed. "I don't want them," she said. She slid down a little and ground herself against him, feeling her eyes roll a little.

He groaned. "They walk in on shit they're not supposed to walk in on," he muttered. "God, you're wet. Get up here." Taking hold of her arms again, Mike moved her so that she was more or less hovering over him, then he grinned up at her. "Whenever you're ready, babe."

Slowly, Tanya lowered herself onto him. His eyes held hers, even though she could see how desperately he was trying not to close them. She whimpered a little when he came up to meet her, exhaling sharply as he did so. He held her eyes while she rocked slowly on top of him, his hands guiding gently but forcefully. It was strange to feel so connected to him, so filled and completed, and when she whimpered again, he rolled her onto her back. He kept a steady rhythm, his eyes still on hers, and he brushed her hair away from her face.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

She smiled and nodded. "It's really good," she whispered, feeling shy.

He chuckled again, and the sound went down his body and into hers. She moaned deeply, and he sped up, hitching her legs a little higher as he did so.

"Fuck," he hissed, and she actually squealed a little when he sped up, hitting her a little deeper. "Jesus, you feel so fucking good."

Needing to be a little closer, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung as tightly as she could without hurting him. Strong hands slid under her, caressing her butt before grabbing on tight. With his leverage, he could move faster.

Apparently, Mike liked leverage.

She couldn't remember anyone ever taking her so hard. He slammed harder into her, grunting, the sound making another rush of moisture leak from her. She could feel her breasts bouncing from the impact, and could see by the cloudy look in his eye that he hat noticed, as well. Her eyes closed, and a fantasy of him like her crossed her mind. He'd take her even harder then…

One of his hands left its post on her ass and slid down between them. She squealed with pleasure when he started working her harder than ever, rubbing his fingers above where they were joined.

"Oh, God," she moaned, feeling her head roll against the pillows under it. "Oh, I'm close."

"Yeah?" He grinned down at her. "Hold on, baby."

Where the hell was he getting this stamina? Jesus, he was like a teenage boy who knew exactly what he was doing, and when he leaned down to give her nipple a little nip, she was done.

Something very odd happened then. Stars flashed in front of her eyes, and she drifted in an ocean of pleasure for what felt like hours. She didn't remember him finishing, didn't remember anything after her own orgasm. It was as if she'd passed out.

That was new.

He certainly seemed to think she had, and he gave her shoulder a little shake. "Baby? Tanya?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay?"

She smiled and nodded. "Mmhmm."

He laughed, and she opened her eyes.

His hair was a disheveled mess, and his cheeks were rosy. A light sheen of sweat covered his face, and he was grinning from ear to ear. He ran a hand over her face, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her lips.

When he pulled away, she peered up at him. "Was it…" She bit her lip. "Was it good for you?" she asked timidly.

Mike burst into laughter again, and clutched her to his side. "Jesus, Tanya, I've never come so hard in my fucking life!"

A smile tugged at her lips. "Me, neither," she said.

"Really?" He looked proud, and she laughed at the expression.

"Really."

They lay in their makeshift bed for a while, and he held her close, his fingers tracing over her skin like he was trying to memorize her. Eventually, though, like all human men, his breathing deepened, evened out, and he fell asleep.

While he slept, Tanya watched him, finally knowing what it meant to make love to someone.

a/n Looooong chapter. I wanted to be more detailed, but maybe next time. I'm worn out, and I have this thing with first times. It's hard to really write it down, because if you think about it, first times with someone you like are really intense. Maybe kinda private. I dunno. Maybe I'm just worn out. Don't worry, kids, there will be gory details soon. I know you and your pervy ways… Leave me love!