a/n Last one, kids. Thanks for your patience.

For your patience, I give you sex. Enjoy.

EPILOGUE

The house was enormous. The biggest, in fact, that Tanya could recall them ever purchasing. As the Mercedes pulled up in front, all four of them stared up in awe.

"So this is what twenty thousand square feet looks like," Esme said softly as they pulled up. A smile spread wide across her face.

According to Esme, it hadn't cost too much. It had been built by some local entrepreneur who had wanted to make a statement by building his home in complete isolation. Apparently, he'd been a bit crazy and had spent every last dime on the place, and had been forced to put his huge estate up for sale.

That had been twenty years ago. It turned out, no one wanted an estate where there were few roads, and the closest town was miles away. But it was beautiful, situated on a little traveled part of the Notekewin River. It had taken a trip down a terrible road, but it was completely worth it. A smile tugged at Tanya's lips as she watched the wheels spinning in Esme's head.

"Ready to be a Canadian again?" she asked.

Esme laughed. "It has been a while," she said, nodding her head. "Might be nice to be in a quieter country for a while."

Tanya reached out for a last hug. "Thanks for the company. We all need to take a road trip sometime."

"Absolutely."

Carlisle smiled warmly. "Travel safely," he ordered, hugging Tanya again. Then he turned to hold out a hand to Mike. They shook, smiling slightly. A few more comments were exchanged before Mike took her hand, ginning with excitement at the thought of their first trip alone since his transformation.

Mike's transformation had been interesting, to say the least. It had been two years since his eyes had opened, bright red and blazing with fear and confusion. They had immediately locked on hers, and he'd smiled at her.

Edward and Bella had vacated shortly after his transformation. Jacob could not come up, in case anything happened. Alice and Jasper went with them, Alice quietly promising to keep an eye on the future. All of them agreed it would be best to keep Jacob in the dark about any slip ups.

And were there slip ups.

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Within a month, Tanya was starting to doubt Mike would be able to adapt to a vegetarian lifestyle. His tally had racked up to five fatalities already. Fortunately, there had been a storm that had made hiker disappearance less concerning.

For five long months, he was too distractible for sex. He craved blood, and curbing his appetite was hard. His attention shifted, though, when he found her curled in a ball in her bed one night. She had been shaking with silent sobs, thinking she was alone in the house. Mike was hunting with Eleazar, the only one who seemed to be having any luck with him. She heard the door creak open softly behind her, and a split second later, a hand rested on her back.

"What's wrong?" There was fear in his voice. That was strange.

"I'm so lonely, it hurts," she choked out. Dry sobs wracked her whole body, getting worse and worse. Her heart ached for them, hoping that his distracted phase would soon be over. "You're never here, and when you are, you barely pay me any attention!"

He had frowned at her. "I pay attention to you all the time," he said slowly, confused. "Don't I?"

"Not really." She took a shuddering breath. "When you're here, your mind is elsewhere. All you think about is blood, and I know I should be more accepting, but you're hurting me. I'm selfish, and I want you to myself." She curled into his leg, clutching at the cotton of his slacks. "You won't lay with me anymore."

His frown deepened. "It hasn't been that long."

She'd been on her feet before she even thought about it, wheeling away from him. "Maybe it doesn't seem long to someone who is used to going without for lengths of time, but I'm not! I do not wait for the attention of a man! I am not some useless thing to be used at your discretion!" She was suddenly seething. Part of her registered that this was dangerous, antagonizing him this way—he could snap and cause harm to her. But, as she said, she was not the type of woman who liked to sit and wait. She'd waited for five months—five months of watching his new, strong, oversexed-looking body, and not being able to touch. Nothing else interested her, but for him. He was lucky she loved him.

Instead of shouting back at her, Mike raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me you're pissed because you're not getting laid?"

It sounded silly put that way, but it was true.

He stepped closer to her, and his eyes, which were more yellow today, she noticed, than orange, sparkled with humor and desire. They stared straight into hers as she stood her ground while he rounded the bed, not stopping, but sliding his hands onto her hips and moving her irresistibly backward. Standing at his full height, he was a couple of inches taller than her. His hands were firm as they pushed her back against her closet door. When she could go back no more, he pressed his body against hers and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" he asked quietly.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

His voice dripped with lust, dropping and becoming husky. He was comfortable, pressed against him this way. His skin no longer gave beneath hers, and she was aroused by the knowledge that when he took her, she could finally love him with no restraints.

Well, maybe a few restraints. His hands were sliding down her arms now, and his strong fingers wrapped around her wrists. He pinned her hands over her head against the ebony door, and his tongue flicked out to taste her earlobe. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt as weak as she did now, completely submissive to him. Heat coursed through her, and she whimpered when he slouched slightly, pressing his face into her exposed cleavage. She'd forgotten what she'd been doing before this. She had made it as far as putting on underwear and jeans. The teal bustier was completely exposed to him, and she thanked whoever was listening for this.

His hips thrust into hers, and she cried out at the feeling. Wet and hot, his tongue trailed between her breasts, up her neck, and around the rim of her ear. She moaned wantonly, trying to press against him, but one of his hands still firmly restrained her. The feeling of the pressure against her made her whimper. His lips were at her ear again. "I asked you a question, darling. Would you like me to fuck you?"

"Yes." It game out with a gust of air she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "God, yes, please!"

He was so much faster now, so much stronger. He hoisted her easily into his arms, and her legs wrapped around his waist. His lips pressed eagerly against hers as he spun them into her walk-in, laying her on the first piece of furniture he could find. Her back pressed against more ebony—her dresser. Her dresser, which happened to stand at the level of his hips. He thrust against her again, his lips and tongue now tasting her neck.

She was so happy, she felt like she could sing. When he yanked off her jeans, the expression on his face made her laugh. His mouth fell open as he got a good look at her. Her legs were spread on either side of his knees, so he could see everything.

"What the hell were you wearing this for?" he asked.

"You," she admitted. "I've been wearing them every day for five months, hoping today would be the day."

"Holy fuck," he said, and he dropped to his knees. She laughed again—it looked like he was worshiping her. "I'm so sorry, baby," he said, and he removed his gaze from her crotch to smirk at her. "Can I make it up to you?"

He gave her no time to answer. His strong fingers snapped off the thong easily, and he quickly went to work between her legs. His tongue was everywhere, moving at superhuman speeds and managing to enhance his already skilled technique. She throbbed and ached to have him inside her, but he seemed bent on eating her thoroughly before doing anything else. His fingers attacked her, working her into a frenzy, dancing, darting in and out, and over and around.

Her first orgasm was powerful, coming from nowhere. She'd barely come down before he picked up his pace again. This time, his tongue pushed into her body, the strong muscle stimulating her insides in a wickedly delightful way. One of his hands, fingers still wet from being in her, moved to play with her nipples, tugging on them and pinching. The other hand moved to her ass, and for the second time, he slid two fingers into the tight entrance there. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she saw stars. This second orgasm was nothing like the first. It consumed her into a sea of white pleasure where all she could feel was the tugging on her breasts, his tongue fucking her, and his fingers curling inside her, hitting spots that forced screams from her lips. Squeals and moans of ecstasy fell, along with a slew of words that would embarrass a Russian submariner.

She had about ten seconds to come to when he pulled away from her. She managed to open her eyes in time to see him quickly remove his jeans, shoving them to the floor. His shirt quickly joined it, and he was completely naked behind over her. His eyes had not moved from between her legs once, and her mind flashed back to a memory of Eleazar, cautiously classifying her lover as an incubus.

He was as easily distracted by sex as she was, and he sent her to places she didn't know she could still see without even penetrating her. Oh, yes—an incubus, he was. She'd only met one other, and Joham was so unattractive to her that he barely qualified. Mike, however, was like the opposite pole of a magnet to her, drawing her in while she pulled him closer. And when they connected...

When she felt him against her a second later, her eyes rolled back into her head again. He was so close. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You still want me to fuck you?" he asked, and she could hear the smile. "Or do you want it slow?"

"Fuck me," she begged. Oh, please. "Please, it's all I can think about!"

He stared down at her for half a second longer before hoisting her butt up a little, pulling her to the edge of the dresser. He stepped back, and she felt her eyes widen when he gave a small, dark chuckle as he closed her legs, grabbing her ankles with one hand. He pushed them up to her head, and she grinned up at him. His first time as an immortal, and he was already getting fancy. She was completely exposed to him, and it wasn't unnoticed by him. He pulled her butt up, bringing her to his lips. One more long lick was delivered to her before he lowered her again and thrust himself into her, bending over the dresser and slamming into her over and over.

"You should see yourself right now," he grunted as he hammered into her. She was squealing uncontrollably with every thrust now, and she barely heard him. "All done up in your garters, looking like such a lady, letting me rip your panties off so you can get fucked." His head fell back for a moment, then he leaned back, yanking her legs apart suddenly. He was deeper than he'd been before, and the unexpected intrusion was welcome. He still thrust into her as he shoved her feet behind her head again, this time leaving her legs spread wide for him. He fucked her backward so he could climb up onto the dresser with her for better leverage.

Then, if it were possible, he went wild. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. His hands supported her, which translated to massaging her asshole with his thumbs before, quick as a flash, he popped his thumb into his mouth and moistened it before sticking it back up her ass.

"Fuck," she moaned. "Harder—do it harder."

"You want it harder?" Mike laughed, and the sound was sinful. "You can have it harder, baby—you just have to take it."

They were on the bed, then, and she rode him, bouncing on him and landing hard every time. The wet sounds of their flesh moving together met her ears, and she looked down at where they were joined. His eyes followed hers, darkening again when he saw what she did. He was a little more endowed now than he had been as a human. His human size had been fine, but the little extra length and girth made her feel more filled than ever. Watching him disappear into her body again and again drove her mad with desire, and just as he had fucked her, she fucked him.

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"Babe?" His voice, like a teenage boy to his girlfriend, broke into her thoughts. "What's up?"

"Just thinking." They were racing through the wilderness now, side by side. She smiled at him. "Do you remember the day we broke my dresser?"

Mike froze in his tracks, eyes bright. She stopped a little ahead of him, laughing. He gave her a big, goofy grin and her laughs doubled. It was easy for him to tackle her into the foliage and pepper kisses all over her neck.

"I remember," he said between kisses. "You wanna do a recreation? There's a log over there we could use." His voice was teasing, but she knew if she said yes, he'd be in her state of mind in an instant.

But that wasn't what she wanted right now. Right now, she wanted him to simply love her. She smiled at him, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his lips. He kissed her back, inhaling deeply while he wrapped his arms around her. She allowed him to deepen their kiss, and she moaned softly into his mouth.

As much as she enjoyed his rough and demanding side, she could never get enough of this romantic, sensual side of him. He took his time with her, piece by piece removing her clothes and setting them aside. Every new piece of flesh he uncovered he kissed along, and it wasn't long before she was shaking underneath him. After two years together, he knew every trick to make her completely useless with need. When he finally slid inside her, after he had turned her into a pile of goo, he pressed his lips to her forehead before pressing his against hers. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you," she whispered back, and her back arched off the green ground when his fingers gently brushed over her breasts, barely touching the tips.

After, she lay in his arms while they stared up at the night sky. They had landed in some little clearing, and the lights of the auroras were visible to them now. They made his skin glow in ethereal colors, and his eyes twinkled in their radiance. Mike's face wore his boyish smile as he gazed down at her. "So, how long you think it'll take us to get home?"

She giggled. "How far did we run?"

"Maybe twenty miles," he said, his mouth twisting a little more. "Just enough to be in the middle of nowhere, but not far." He reached for his jeans, pulling out his watch and laughing. "It's been four hours."

Tanya snorted and buried her face in Mike's chest as he burst out laughing, too.

This was right, she thought to herself, snuggling closer to him. This was what she had been missing—companionship. Now she was complete.

His hands were warm and soft as they caressed the skin of her back, his fingers lightly drumming from time to time, nonsense rhythms that lulled her to a state that reminded her vaguely of that feeling she would have as a child, trying not to fall asleep. She floated in her blissful silence for a while before he spoke.

"I say we plan another trip soon," he said. "I like this. It's quiet." He emphasized the last word with a roll of his eyes.

"No Kate and Garrett down the hall, trying to out sex us." A smirk pulled at Tanya's lips. They'd yet to pull that one off.

"No Carmen and Eleazer in the back of the car."

"That was disgusting."

"Yeah, right? They could have had the decency to at least leave the garage."

"We're not ones to talk, though," Tanya giggled. "We're as bad as they are."

"We're worse," Mike said, nuzzling his nose into the hollow of her throat. His lips brushed his skin as he spoke, and she could feel his smile. "You're such a damn screamer."

Tanya raised her eyebrows. "You're not so quiet, yourself." She pretended to look thoughtful. "You were really loud when I stuck that plug up your ass."

He raised his eyebrows right back. "You're really loud when I stick my dick up your ass, but you don't hear me calling you out on it." He grinned again. "I'm damn proud when you start screaming. The more detail, the better." A laugh escaped his lips. "If they don't like it, they can leave."

"We've got to stop talking about this," Tanya said, shaking her head. She rolled off to her side, reaching for her clothes. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he propped himself up on his elbow to watch her. She smiled a little to herself and made a show of stretching her arms over her head to pull the shirt down over her breasts. He didn't seem to mind this one bit. He grinned when she threw his clothes at him. "Get dressed," she ordered.

Ten minutes later, they were racing through the trees again. Maybe if they weren't home by dawn, they would stop again in some other secluded area to wait for night…

Eternity would be much more fun that way.

a/n Hope you guys liked this! Sorry it took so long—I had to prepare myself mentally. Keep me on alert—this will possibly be updated from time to time when I get the urge to write some T/M. They're just so much fun to screw with… You know?