I know that a lot of you probably feel that this story feels forced, I won't deny the fact, because it is. But that is technically Conner and M'gann's relationship in the show. It is a forced love story. The reason they became a couple was when Conner thought she died during the episode 'Terrors' from the first season, which resulted in him giving her a kiss. Their first kiss.

But at least it's not Anakin and Padme's relationship in the prequels. Yes, they do serve a purpose in the films, but I wish that George Lucas could have made their love story deeper rather than forced. I will always thank the 'Clone Wars' show for showing more depth to both of them! :)

Anyways, on with Chapter 8!

WARNING! Some self-inflicting harm involved and a lemon (it's gross when you read it carefully), so viewer's discretion is highly advised.

Enjoy…

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Conner himself couldn't resist anymore. He pulled Megan closer to his body, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, their lips continuously kissing each other. She couldn't stop. He couldn't stop. They didn't want to.

The kisses became slower, longer, and more passionate. Within minutes, they were making out.

Once Megan gave out a muffled moan and gasped, she ended it, bringing herself back to her senses. A tear formed in her eye, "I'm sorry, I…"

"No, it's fine," Conner reassured her, resting his forehead against hers.

"No… I shouldn't have," she made him let go of her, "I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing… it's just," she tried to speak, "We… we… shouldn't have done that."

"Megan…"

"Do you mind… leaving my room? Please?" She wasn't angry, just confused. For what?

Conner sighed sadly, "You sure?"

Megan gave him quick nods. He didn't argue and instead kindly walked out of her room and closed the door gently. Her spine started tingling, her legs were weak. She ended the kiss, for no reason. What was wrong with her? Didn't she love him?

"What the fuck are you doing? You just pushed him away! Wasn't that what you wanted, Megan? For him to love and kiss you?" Her inner-self screamed at her.

But I… I don't want him to forget Wendy.

"Bullshit! You're still jealous of her and won't admit it!"

Stop it.

"It's been months, he's moved on. She's dead! He probably wanted you too!"

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

She was upset as she kneeled on the floor and covered her face. She sniffed and suppressed her sobs. She had fucked up, again. This was probably her one and only chance of being with Conner, and she ruined it. What am I doing?

Their kiss was undeniably enjoyable, but she pulled away because of what? Was she afraid of loving him again? Of course not. Was she afraid that she was going to do something horrible again to Conner in the future? No, she has matured enough to ensure that it would never happen again. But was she afraid Conner would never talk to her again because of this?

Yes. She was definitely afraid of that. You're a fucking dummy!

Megan wanted to go to his room, lie down on his bed and made sure he fucked her hard. But now wasn't the time. She had ruined her moment. Their moment of intimacy after years. And she threw it away. Now she couldn't even leave her room; she locked herself in. The only time when she got out of her room is to get stuff to eat from the fridge and back to her room.

She punished herself that night. Pleasuring herself to which Conner should have been doing by now. She used the vibrator Gar had sent her.

"Oh, God! Yes," she moaned quietly, "Fuck. Conner!"

This was her punishment, pleasuring herself while she thought of him. She cried as she moaned with pure ecstasy as she forced the vibrator hard into her wetness.

"Mmmmm…" It was awkward for her, to cry and moan at the same. Careful not to wake him up, she covered her mouth as she climaxed hard. Once she finished cumming, she cleaned herself up and went to take a shower. She imagined all the things they could've been doing in the shower too. Touching each other's wet, naked bodies and making more passionate love. She created a picture of herself up against the wall in the bath as she clung onto Conner's hips, kissing each other hot on the mouth.

What is wrong with you? She asked herself as she washed her body.

After she exited the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror, "Why are you so stupid?"

"You should've just kept kissing him." She saw her reflection move and speak. She felt she was going crazy.

"I know…" Tears formed again.

"And what are you doing? Sulking because you refused to go any further! You dumb, crybaby bitch." Megan's reflection huffed and crossed her arms, "Why didn't you go through with it?"

"B… be… best… because I…" She was stuttering. She had no reasons to back herself up.

"Don't you LOVE him?"

"I do…" She wept loudly and attempted to suppress it. She didn't want to wake up Conner unless he was still awake, but she couldn't take that chance.

"Then why?"

"...Because I don't want to… force me onto him."

"Since when were you forcing yourself onto him?"

"Ever… ever since he started to get better. I… started to… started to fall in love with him again." She sniffed as she wiped away tears, but they kept coming.

"'Fall in love with him again?'" Reflection Megan snorted, "Don't lie to yourself, Megan. You always loved him. You loved him ever since you became boyfriend and girlfriend. Then, you loved him, even more, when you were caught cheating. Because you didn't want to let him go."

Then she started to sob uncontrollably, no longer wiping away the tears; she let them flow and no longer caring if Conner was asleep or not. She wanted him to hear her cries. Whether if she was forcing herself onto him or not, she just wanted him to be there for her. She was mourning now.

"And now… you just made the biggest mistake of your life. Worse than that day." Her reflection stated a fact the real Megan wished wasn't true. Maybe it wasn't, or maybe so.

Megan wasn't just crying anymore, she was screaming, "What did I do!?"

She knelt down on the bathroom floor and cradled herself. She waited for her reflection to speak more trash about her, but she was gone. It was just her in that bathroom. Naked. Alone. Upset. Angry. Angry with herself.

"Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!" She screamed repeatedly as each consecutive word got louder. She moved rapidly on the floor, her legs hitting the bottom part of the toilet and bashing her arms on the door. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care if she felt pain radiating from her arms and legs. She wasn't on her right mind as of this point.

She stood, but not with ease and looked at the mirror again. She looked at herself A beautiful young woman on the outside, but on the inside, she saw nothing else… but a monster. A monster who hurt the one man she loved more than any other twice. Emotionally. And she hated the sight of it. Full of built-up anger now, she punched the mirror numerous times, breaking it and leaving large cracks in the process. Her knuckles were bruised and started to bleed.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She yelled as she kept punching it. It hurt, but she didn't care. As her actions of mania continued, there was a loud bashing on the bathroom door.

"Megan? Megan! Open up!" Conner's voice was heard from the outside. And he was extremely worried, "Megan, please!"

Her angry cries and sobs didn't stop as she kept going. Now she was bashing her hands on the bathroom walls, the shower's glass doors, and the marble sink.

"MEGAN! Please!"

"JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!" Her voice cracked.

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Conner was afraid and he knew what was going on. Megan was already, and unexpectedly, for Conner, very suicidal. He wasted no time. After trying numerous times convincing her to open up, he started to use his body strength to bring down the door.

"STUPID! IDIOT!" Megan's words were scaring Conner, "FUCKING STUPID BITCH!"

"MEGAN! STOP!" Conner shouted at her, "Listen to me!"

She didn't comply and kept going, hurting herself even more.

No matter how many times he bashed on the door, it wouldn't budge an inch. If actions didn't work, hopefully, words will.

"Megan," He placed the right side of his face on the door, "Please… stop."

Still no response, just sobs, and screams, but no shouting. It was working.

"Please, open the door," he pleaded, "I'm here. Just… open the door and let me in."

Finally, the sounds stop. After 10 seconds of silence, the locks were unhinged and the door slowly swung open. They both stared at each other, their eyes gazed at each other. After a point second, Megan cried and trembled onto Conner. He quickly caught her and held her nude body tight. He comforted her by rubbing her bare back as she continued to sob.

"I'm sorry," she said, tears coming onto Conner's shirt, but he didn't care at all, "I don't deserve you."

"What makes you say that?" He hugged her very tight as if he didn't want to let her go.

"I hurt you…"

"Stop it." Conner whispered solemnly into her ear, "You're hurting yourself. Not me."

"But…"

"I'm over what happened before. So stop," He placed his chin on top of her head, "Please."

She didn't move a muscle. She was in Conner's arms. She felt safe. He pulled away from the comforting embrace and looked at her hands. They were bleeding, especially the knuckles.

"Hurts?"

She looked at her hands and nodded. Conner pulled her close to the wall so she could lean on it as it went into the bathroom carefully, to avoid stepping on shards of the broken mirror and got a towel.

He wrapped her in the towel and carried her bridal style to her room. She blushed and breathed slowly. Despite her doubts, Conner was still talking and interacting with her in sweet ways. And she was relieved.

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It was a good thing that Megan had a first aid kit in her apartment as it saved more time so they didn't have to go down to the basement and drive to the nearest medical center.

Conner wrapped bandages on Megan's hands. It was a silent atmosphere. Conner had his eyes focused on her hands, while hers focused on him. He slightly moved his head up to look at her and gave her a quick smile then continued to look work on her hands. She was no longer naked, now wearing a long gray off-shoulder shirt that covered her private area.

Megan curled her lips into a weak smile as she watched him.

"Why do this to yourself?" Conner asked. He frowned.

There was no direct reply from her. She didn't want to answer. It would sound stupid, she thought, so she looked away from him.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? You can trust me." He reassured her.

Still no response. Megan was just there, in silence.

"You can trust me. Right?" He asked in a hopeful voice.

She slowly turned to look at him, meeting his eyes once more. She slowly nodded.

"Good," he said as he finished patching her hands, "Now that I did you a favor, that said favor being me patching up your hands, it's your turn."

Her breathing got slower but louder. She hesitated to speak. Worse, did not even attempt to speak.

"Take your time."

"I… I… Ever since… Wendy passed away… you were… SO depressed…", she said slowly, afraid that Conner might snap upon hearing Wendy's name, "And when you… called me that night… it broke my heart seeing you in that state."

To her benefit, Conner just listened and let her speak. She gained confidence and spoke more comfortably, "So… I made sure I did everything in my power to keep you on your feet. Every single day.

Once you started to open up, speak more and go out with me and rest, I knew that you were getting better," then she smiled and shed one tear, "And when you smiled for the first time after so long, I was so happy. But I felt my job wasn't done yet. I had to keep going." She stopped to breathe, then continued.

"We got closer. And closer. And closer. Hugging, laughing and kissing. It felt like our relationship before… before 'that' incident." She referred to losing her virginity. She covered her face and murmured, "I went for a tubal ligation."

Conner felt butterflies in his stomach, intrigued to hear more from her. He felt guilty too.

"Once I mentioned your wedding day, I thought you went back to square one. Two weeks, you barely spoke to me. Not that I had any problem with it because I knew you needed space.

But I missed talking to you, and I hoped if you came to the cruise with me, we could forget about everything else." She looked down and wiped her tears, sniffing once.

"But that was just me trying to be selfish. Wanting you to forget about Wendy so we could move on with life. On the first day of the cruise… I didn't leave my room. I stayed and wept and pleasured myself." Conner gave her a sad look, feeling huge amounts of sympathy.

"Every morning, before I get out of bed, and every evening, before I fell asleep, I would masturbate," She winced, feeling immensely embarrassed, "I would masturbate, thinking about you."

His eyes widened upon hearing her say that.

"I needed you… I WANTED you. To pleasure me, to make me feel special… to kiss me again." She couldn't hold back the tears anymore as she let them flow down her soft face.

"Once we started kissing awhile ago, I thought I took advantage of you. But once you started kissing me back, I felt so confused."

"About what?" Conner asked.

"Did you move on?"

"I did, Megan. But like I said it's… difficult."

Megan nodded and spoke, "I thought I made a mistake, casting you out of my room. I shouldn't have done that. I asked myself that."

"I was thinking the same thing too."

She raised up her hands, "I wasn't just punishing myself. It's because of… because of…"

Conner moved in closer to her, "Because?"

She placed her left hand on his left cheek and rubbed it, "Because of the fact that you're a sweet guy who doesn't deserve pain and that I caused you so much before! No one deserves pain. Especially you. That's why I started doing… this to myself.

Just look at me. I'm… I'm just a good-looking girl on the outside. I'm a monster inside."

Conner grabbed both her arms and placed them in front of her chest, "Megan. I want you to listen to me… very carefully. You're a NOT a monster, you understand?"

She looked at him as the tears flowed faster.

"You're a kind and loving person. Who made mistakes before. We've all been there. I made mistakes. And that mistake was me not speaking to you sooner and making up after you cheated."

"You were angry."

"I was. But back then, I didn't know you were going through a rough time too. I can't help but feel responsible for you tying up your tubes."

Megan looked down again, but Conner brought her face back up so he could see her.

"Don't hide away, Megan. You apologized before. Now it's my turn."

He moved closer, their foreheads touching each other, "I'm sorry, Megan. For not knowing you were suffering as well."

She shook her head, "Don't apologize for that. I don't deserve an apology."

"But I am. I'm guilty of shoving you away. Would you ever forgive me?"

"Always." She moved her lips closer to his, feeling his breath.

He whispered to her, "Wendy was gorgeous, but… you're still the most beautiful girl I ever was known."

She chuckled, "That's so corny."

He chuckled too, "I know."

As they leaned, their lips met. It was sweet, nothing rough. Just sweet.

She cupped his face with both her hands as she pulled him down to her on the bed. She was on her back, Conner on top of her.

They stopped after five seconds and stared at each other, gazing into each other eyes, and Megan asked, "What about the agreement?"

"Fuck the agreement," He said and moved in for another kiss, "Wendy wouldn't want to see me mourning anymore."

Megan couldn't help but smile. He moved on. And he broke off the agreement as well. I'm doing this for you, Wendy.

As they kissed, Megan had to ask, "Isn't today… meant to be the start of your wedding weekend?"

Conner replied, "Yes."

She sat upwards, grabbed Conner shirt, and removed it. She placed her hands on his chest, "This would be your wedding weekend. I'm here for you, in every way."

Conner's hands went to her waist, pulling her against him again.

"Kiss me," she said, "Kiss me how you would kiss Wendy."

Conner didn't hesitate. He dove in, meeting her open mouth. His forehead beaded with sweat; their hearts were racing, breathing heavily out of their noses. They moaned into each other's mouths. Megan never felt more love in her life after so long.

She threw her arms around Conner again, pulling him in for an even deeper kiss. His hands slowly moved to her firm ass, cupping and squeezing it gently. Megan gasped in his mouth as she worked with his pants, pulling them down, their eyes still closed and mouths still joined. Megan was surprised at how passionate it was. Wendy was really lucky.

The feeling of his erection against her stomach was mesmerizing. They resumed their frantic kissing, hands roaming all over each other, and removing each other's clothes. They were both completely naked in a matter of seconds.

Breaking the kiss, Megan moved downwards to Conner's hard member, "Can you lay on your back, Conner?"

He nodded and did so, careful not to hit her with his legs.

Megan stared at his cock. It was huge, making her pussy wet just by the sight of it. Placing her right hand on it, she did slow strokes. Conner groaned by the sensation.

"It's big," She licked her lips seductively as she licked the shaft from bottom to top. She giggled once she looked at his face, it was red, "S'okay, Conner. I won't bite. Never."

Then she put it in her mouth.

Conner moaned, Megan's hands on his shaft, jacking it vigorously while her head bobbed up and down, her eyes never looking away from his face. Conner brought a hand onto Megan's head, his fingers combing through her short, but beautiful brown hair. He watched her continuously suck and worship his cock with ragged breath.

He threw his head back, moaning again. Suddenly, she stopped sucking him, causing him to look to her once more, "Why'd you stop?"

"I want your cum," she said, "But I don't want it down my throat."

Then she jumped on him, kissing him again, not caring if Conner would be tasting his own cock on her lips. He didn't care anyways. Her tongue swirling all around his, she grabbed the base of his cock, quickly bringing it to her pussy. Once the tip was at her dripping entrance, she released it and slammed herself on it, impaling herself with his wonderful rod, making her scream.

"You're so tight!"

"Uh huh," she laughed as she bounced on him, "Of course it is. I haven't had real sex in five years."

"Sex toys aren't enough?" He teased her.

She smirked at him and shook her head, "They're not enough to satisfy me."

He smiled at her and kissed her once more.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

One hand on the back of his head, the other on his shoulder, Megan was squatting, bouncing up and down on Conner's cock. Staring into each other's eyes, panting heavily in each other's face, they made love. She couldn't believe what was happening. Hours ago, she was masturbating as a punishment. A few minutes ago, she was trying to kill herself and now, she was having sex with the only man she would ever love. It was indeed, a strange day. Although, she still loved it.

She watched his face contort with pleasure, his hands squeezing her butt, her sides, a breast, finally holding her head just like she held his. Megan watched him blink rapidly, his bottom lip quivering; she felt his cock get harder inside her. He was cumming.

"Ahh, M-Megan!" he groaned. She felt his cock explode inside her, filling her with his warm love. She couldn't help but climax herself.

"Conner!" she shouted and shook, pulling him in for a kiss.

They moaned into one another's mouths, the kiss ending when their orgasms subsided. Out of breath, they peered into one another's eyes.

She threw her arms around her son, holding him against her. His cock finally became weak, slurping out of her semen-oozing pussy. Conner grabbed her, sliding across the mattress toward the pillows.

He held her in his arms, Megan kissing tenderly at his chest while rubbing his stomach.

Several moments later, he rolled over with his back towards her. She snuggled up to his naked body with her own. The image of his face while cumming, his cock erupting inside her, their kisses, her climax all replaying inside her head.

They didn't say another word the rest of the night as sleep eventually found them.

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Well… that was something.

It doesn't sound sexy or romantic when you put it in words. But that's sex. If you can't explain it, just do it. My mother told me that. XD

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and let me know what you all thought.

Have a great day/night!