A/N: My first fic in a while and also my first Stigmata fic so be gentle please!

I'm not sure where I'm going with this one but I have a few ideas that I hope you like. Either way this isn't the end just chapter one and it starts off raunchy so if that's not your thing maybe skip this chapter.

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Her head thrashed back in an almost thundering strike, her eyes dashed around the room searching for his. The blood taste in her mouth like copper and the visions of scrolls and crucifixes flashing through her mind, then at the very end a lashing wound across the back!

"NO!" Frankie said eyes flying open and sitting bolt upright.

"Hey its okay!" A warm hand came around her waist and soft kisses nuzzled into her neck, "Its OK, I'm here..." Andrew whispered pulling her gently towards him, to his lap.

Her soft body slowly lowered into his arms and he encompassed her completely turning her cheek towards him and planting butterfly kisses on her lips...Lord how he had missed this. He'd been gone three weeks in Belo Quinto and back to Rome to deal with the Vatican and Daniel, also placing the all important scroll in the safe keeping hands of a trusted friend.

The whole ordeal had left its toll on him, he'd barely been able to take on all the stress of it all, he hadn't been sleeping and neither had Frankie, it'd only been three and a half weeks since the events of Frankie's Stigmata, since Daniel tried to kill her, they both hadn't even gotten to really speak much before he had to fly out to Belo Quinto and get his hands on the scroll before Daniel could. And then he was gone for two and a half weeks.

On the downside Daniel had time to plan and commit his crime and punishment, he'd played his hand to the Vatican and they chose to believe him instead of Andrew, though reprimands were made on all sides Daniel made sure he and whoever Andrew was working with inside the Vatican were excommunicated. Words were said and whilst Daniel got a reprimand for his part of being untruthful and attempted murder it seemed Andrew and the others got the rough end of the ordeal. In short it was left up to Andrew to decide where he wanted to go from here - a life as a priest in a small town doing menial things - or a life of love with a woman he desired, that he laughed and shared joy with; Frankie.

Since he wasn't in a small village in the back end of Rome somewhere one could assume he chose Frankie - and he had! It felt amazing to be able to fall in love again without the collar choking him, to touch a woman and kiss a woman, a woman called Frankie his girlfriend and his partner...he truly loved her.

"Another nightmare?" He questioned looking down into her soulful eyes, "Yes.." she replied sleepily. "I thought this was all over now, like we could move on!" Her frustration clearly showed and he could feel it. "Frankie you know its going to take time, you've been through so much..." he brushed a stray hair from her cheek and behind her ear, "I wish I could take it all away for you..."

"You can..." She said sitting up and turning to straddle his waist, he refused to lay back and sat there his arms now encircling her body, he felt her soft breath against his lips, drawing him in. "Frankie..." He murmured closing his eyes briefly as he drew in her scent and the feeling of her pressing against him.

"Its okay." She said, caressing his bare chest with her nails down his sides, "Oh shit!" she suddenly sat back off him, he was almost too lost in a euphoria to notice, "What is it?" He asked suddenly worried that he'd done something wrong.

"This fucking wound won't heal..." She said angrily grabbing her wrist and putting pressure on it. She stood up from the bed and went across the room to the kitchen sink and let the blood drip into the sink whilst she one handedly grabbed some towels to put on it. He fell back onto the bed a moment trying to calm his pleasure before he sat up and went to follow Frankie. Finding her in the kitchen fumbling with the towels he grabbed it for her and turned her towards him, wrapping the towel tightly around her wrist. "Why wont it heal!?" She said angry and frustrated.

"It's probably because you keep picking at it." He gave her that 'caught you with your hand in the cookie jar' look. "Give it some time Frankie, leave it alone and focus yourself on something else."

"Like what?"

"Like this..." He said pulling her body towards him and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. One that intensified the more it lasted, before they knew it he had lifted her up on to the kitchen counter and was pressing himself eagerly between her could feel his growing pressure and she couldn't steal herself from him, she wanted him as much as he did her, she adored this man.

"You've got blood on your chest..." She whimpered as his kisses trailed her neck and growing with ferocity. "I don't care!" He shot between his growing desire to just take her there and not to wait patiently to get her to the bed. "Andrew..." She whimpered again wantingly. "Take me."

He couldn't take the pressure and he pulled her to him their chests crashing and his manhood thrusting against her wet panties. He fondled her breasts between his fingers before gently sucking the nipples, as he did so he pushed down his boxers and tossed them to the side her hands ripped through his hair desperately his hands tore off her top and panties, and he suddenly pulled her towards him off the counter, he pierced her suddenly with his manhood and it almost ended right there.

She moaned out in ecstasy and grabbed his bare shoulders as he held her up on his waist moving in a slowly increasing motion back and forth, up and down in and out, he had waited for this moment for so long, they didn't have a chance to consummate their relationship before he left and so this was their first time, she was even more sweeter on the inside than she was out.

He wanted her, desperately needed her, he couldn't hold it back any longer, years of waiting for this moment to ejaculate once again into the moist, safe layers of goodness was too much he powered into her just as he felt her clench around his manhood, thrust after thrust he shot his load and eventually collapsed her back onto the counter top and breathed heavily.

"That was a lot easier when I was younger." He joked between heavy breaths, she fell against him, blood seeping from her wound now pooling on the counter top. "You did good." She lifted her head and their eyes met she smirked and rolled her head back in pleasure.

"Andrew?" She winced a little and he turned his head to her wrist again, applying pressure and holding it there, he felt himself slip softly from her and she slid down off the counter "hold this..." he instructed to the wound and her and he scooped down, lifting her up into his arms. She never got tired of being in his strong arms she lean't against him as he carried her back to the bed and gently placed her on it, tying the towel off he freed her hands and slid in the bed beside her. They faced each other in a moment of pure love and happiness and she pulled him to her kissing him slowly and deeply.

"I love you." She whispered and softly stroked his cheek.

"And I, you."

She slid in as close as possible and Andrew encircled her in his arms protectively. "I wont let anything happen to you Frankie." He whispered as she drifted off, "they wont hurt you I promise you."

He pulled the covers up over them both and resumed his hold on her, nothing would ever come in the way of them...or would it?