Epilogue
May hobbled through the medical center, carrying a copy of her academic transcripts to Trisha's office. Trisha had agreed to let May do her internship at the Medical Center at Reservation. Jericho walked closely at her side, his hand wrapped around hers. He wanted to carry her through the hospital, in fact, he wanted to carry her everywhere, but May told him it wouldn't inspire confidence in her future patients if she entered their room like a bride every time she checked on them. Jericho had just snarled. May smiled to herself, she really liked those snarls.

The past few weeks had been spent healing, making love, and talking. They had decorated their house, focusing on their living room and building bookshelves right into the wall. Then they had started ordering. They ordered all the books they had talked about the first day they had met. May ordered books she thought Jericho would like, and Jericho ordered books he thought she would like. He had blushed when opening the package with The Kama Sutra.

"I don't know if I should be intrigued or offended," he stated bluntly.

May pulled it out of his hands. "I didn't order that for you," she said, embarrassed, "I just want to be on my A-game is all."

She hid the book behind her back. Jericho had attempted to get it, and they had ended up groping and wrestling for it, before eventually giving up and attacking each other, peeling off clothes and melding their bodies together. May blushed as she remembered the things Jericho had done; she thought she remembered him using the book to prop her hips as he explored her with his mouth.

She heard him give a swift inhalation next to her before his arm wrapped around her waist. In a blur of movement, she heard a door open, get kicked shut, and then a crash as supplies fell around their bodies.

"What are you doing?" she asked, breathlessly, as Jericho pinned her against the wall.

"You are aroused," he said, his voice low, "I need to take care of you. It's my job as your mate to make sure all your needs are met."
"I'm supposed to meet Trisha," she said without any real conviction.

"You will," he said, as he lifted her legs and hoisted her up.

May felt him press his erection into the cradle of her thighs and she sucked in a breath. He leaned his head toward her slowly, pressing his lips softly to hers. His tongue sneaking out and lightly tracing her lips.

"Unless you want to go now?" he asked, pulling his head back, and surveying her with a smile.

May moved her hands from their grasp on his biceps to his neck, pulling his head back to hers so she could attach her lips to him. She let her passion guide her, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She curled her lips around his tongue giving him a light suck, before twirling her tongue tip around him, and sucking on him harder. Jericho thrust against her, rolling his hips so she could feel him from base to tip. His strong body held her up, so May could move her hands to his jeans, unsnapping and unzipping so she could reach him. His cock was hot, and she lightly traced him, one finger following his thickly veined shaft before grasping the head. She rotated her hand and squeezed, driving down hard and tight until she could cup his balls.

Jericho groaned, thrusting into her hand.

"No," he said gruffly, taking her hands and pulling her them above her head, pinning them with one hand.

May bit her lip as she watched him. His eyes were focused on her skirt. She hadn't bothered with pants since she had a cast that wouldn't fit through a pant leg. She felt him pulling the skirt up and around her hips before his fingers pressed against her panties.

"You're wet, May," Jericho whispered, watching his fingers play along the outside of her folds, "Do you ache for me?" his eyes flashed up to hers.

May nodded quickly, still biting her lip.

"Tell me, May," he demanded, pulling her lip from between her teeth, "What do you ache for?"

"You," she whispered.

"What part of me?" he asked, smiling at her, letting one finger tip press against her clit through her panties.

"Your fingers," May said, feeling herself blush.

Jericho cocked his head to the side, "Is that all?"

May sighed as his finger tip began to move in small circles around the bud, "N-no," she got out.

His fingers moved to the waistband of her underwear. She felt him fist it and then heard the rip as he tore them away.

"No more underwear, May," he told her, tilting her chin so she could look in his eyes, "Do you understand?" His hand moved back to her clit, and May sighed. One finger dipped inside her as his whole hand pressed against her clit: press and release, press and release.

May closed her eyes and let her head fall back, absorbed by the beautiful ache forming in her center.

"May," Jericho said softly, "Do. You. Understand?"

May opened confused eyes, "What?"

He chuckled, "A conversation for a later time, then," he said, and without further foreplay, thrust his long thick length into her.

May cried out before Jericho muffled her mouth with his own. She could feel every slick inch of him as he held himself deep inside her. She could feel his tip, and the warm flow of precum as it tapped gently against her cervix. She could feel the press of the mushroomed head against her vaginal walls, and his balls as they slapped against her ass.

Jericho's mouth consumed hers. He didn't give her time to think; he overwhelmed her senses. He held her hand above her head, and pulled his head from hers, burying his face in the crook of her neck, kissing lightly, before biting down to hold her even more firmly in place.

His hips pistoned, pushing her back against the wall. When her back hit, he moved fast, flipping them so he would bear the brunt of any discomfort. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she helped him as he lifted her up and down on his cock. She tightened her inner walls, trying to hold onto him when he lifted her up with his hands.

He made a sound between a groan and a snarl. She thought it was a good sound, so she did it again, but this time, it affected her as much as it affected him. She felt a warmth build in her lower stomach, before wrapping around her clit. She cried out a warning that she was close, and then her entire body tensed around Jericho's. Her arms pulled him into her, her mouth sucked his tongue into hers, and her body held his cock inside her. She heard him roar, and then she felt the heavy spurt of his cum inside her. It went on and on, filling her up with even more heat, encouraging her own orgasm to continue.

Jericho rocked against her slowly, "I don't suppose I could walk you to Trisha's like this?" he joked before groaning as he pulled out of her.

"Do you really want everyone to see your butt?" she asked, "and mine?"

Jericho growled, "No."

He sat her on a cardboard box and looked around, reaching for a roll of paper towels and unwrapping them.

"Lean back," he told her.

May did, propping herself on her elbows and spreading her legs for him. He growled as he stared down at her, before lowering his head to her inner thighs. May heard him breath in deeply, and felt another wave of arousal pulse through her.

"May," Jericho growled.

"I can't help it," she whispered, "you make me crazy."
Jericho slowly cleaned her, using the towels to catch his release. His fingers traced her lightly after he had crumpled up the towel, "I wish I could leave it there," he said, almost to himself, "I love seeing you covered in our essence."

May pulled down her skirt and held out a hand to Jericho, who helped her to her feet.

"Hurry up," she said, her voice husky, "I want to drop these off. Then you're taking me home, and you're going to come inside me again, and then? You're going to come all over me."
Jericho growled, "That," he said, "is a good plan."

He took the papers from her hand, "Stay here," he directed, "I move faster than you."

May sighed and handed him the papers. She couldn't imagine what Trisha would think when he dropped them off. Then again, she thought, she had met Slade, and she had a feeling that he and Trisha probably spent a good amount of time in a supply closet as well.

The door opened and Jericho stepped through, "Let's go," he said, holding out a hand.

May followed him, moving as fast as her foot would allow her, until Jericho punched the button for the elevator. It opened up, Jericho swept her inside.

A New Species took a step toward the elevator before May saw him wrinkle his nose, "I'll get the next one," he said.

"Good choice," Jericho replied, as the doors closed.

The elevator had started its descent before May dared look at him. His eyes were narrowed and his teeth clenched. God, she thought, he is so handsome.

Jericho met her eyes and groaned before taking a step forward and smashing the emergency stop. He turned on her, his gaze focused. May took a step back into the wall, "Here?" she squeaked.

Jericho looked up into the corners of the elevator, "Yes," he said, stepping toward her.

"Now?" she asked, a little breathlessly, her arousal overcoming her shyness.

"Now," he answered.

"This elevator is going to smell like us all day," she warned, smiling, and spreading her legs apart.

Jericho growled, watching her, "Good," he said, "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

May sighed as he pressed his body against hers and licked her neck, "And you're mine," she whispered, "forever."

Thank you so much for reading Jericho. I hope that you enjoyed it. I know it took me a while to complete, so I appreciate your patience! ~ Ripley