A/N: FF has not liked me or maybe my system the past few days. I tried for 3 hours to load the other night. They are still going and I will try my best here. Please still love the boys? Tell me if you do! *smooches*

Rhyme, reason. Fate, plans. Yup fuck all that shit. This right here is it. I don't give a damn if it is for a minute or two or the rest of my life. I hope for the latter, but I can right at this moment say I will take what ever.

He is my blanket and savior. Him above me but giving me a bit of control. Perfection. Our mouths so tentative and trying. It is new and meeting all that you test out. It is amazing. All at once I understand. It is a hail mary and a slam dunk all at once It is like all I have been through has been worth it and for all that I have done not worthy all at once.

I have always been one for the dramatic but I can't even go far enough to make this kiss worthy of the best of flaming queens dramatic enough. Him and I?

I have to break away. I feel heat in the corners of my eyes. I feel the sudden irrational creeping in. I try to get away, I feel the salty burn behind my lids and I try to turn away and blink it away. I try to bolt but there is no way with his weight on me.

"As a guy once told me, shh don't don't go there." His strong hand pulls my chin to face him and the first one slides from the corner of my eye, running down my temple and down to the pillow. I recall telling him that when he was tossing and turning. His face reassures me and my hand finds the back of his head and once again I crush us together.

I give him the lead and soon there are hands everywhere. Nipping and biting and lots of moans. My hands run down his back and pull our mutual erections together. I shiver at the contact, or maybe it was him. Even with the clothes between us the electricity is there. Pulsing and coursing through our bodies. His hips roll into mine and causes the best friction. We groan into each others mouths. My hands go lower and I am rewarded with two handfuls fo tight firm flexing ass. He repeats the push and pull. I have no idea if I am going to be able to last much longer but with his quickening speed I don't think he is either.

"I can't stop." he pants against my mouth.

"So don't" I barely manage as I feel the tightening and tingling coursing up. The permission was all it took to send us both toppling over. He tensed in the most glorious of ways, his arms wrapped under my shoulders and mine on his back as I arched into him. I can't say who was making what sound but it was loud and strangled cries of relief.

Dripping sweat we come back to earth and I wait for the panic to set in. I wait for something to go down. The after is always the worst. Freeing his hand, only one, he wipes the sweat from his brow. Then I wait for the push off as he stares at the ceiling. He doesn't, he reaches down and wipes my own face and smiles. Then laughs.

"I'm not sure how much of the wet is yours or mine." his knuckles trace down my face and he leans in and nips my lips.

I can only stare blankly, completely confused.