Certianly Not The Last

A Story By C.

Disclaimer:No names, no disclaimer!

Rating:Pg-13/R

Summary:A kiss is just a kiss?

*** Thanks to The Captain for proofing this one...it needed it! BIG TIME!***



She didn't know why she did it. He was talking and she just did it, she leaned over and tilted her face towards his. Of course, she missed, and that somehow stopped the flow of the conversation. She pulled back and realized two things, okay, three. One: What consequences this would have on her realationship with him? Two: She realized that she had screwed up her entire life. Three: she was rather glad she had missed. Imagine what would have happened if she hadn't!

"I'm sorry...I should...I didn't mean...I should just go." She stood up by the couch they were sharing. "Wait, this is my place."

He caught her hand in his soft and strong hand, hers small in his. He pulled her down gently and she sank down closer to him than before, and filled the room with his hushed voice, deep and rough. "I believe you were aiming for these," he spoke calmly as if the woman of his dreams came on to him often. (Keep in mind, she didn't) He leaned towards her and kissed her on the lips, not breaking eye contact. "Yup, I think I was aiming for...um...those" He kissed her again after she had caught her breath, and again, slowly, as to not overstep the bounderies set before, yet those bounderies were the last thing on her mind. She eagerly opened her lips to him and let her tounge dart out, forcing his to open. He responded likewise. Her arms were looped around his head, resting upon his shoulders. His hands were in her hair, playing with it, teasing with it, pulling it, smoothing it, and wrapping his fingers around the strands. Moans of pleasure and delight escaped her busy lips; her name from his lips had never sounded quite so intreuging. One of his hands escaped the strands of hair that had kept it captive and ran freely up and down her spine, sending her into shudders, familiar to her but almost lost in time as she pressed her body closer to his, nearly into his lap. His back sank down slowly, his arms around her waist bringing her down with him as her lips eluded his and she pushed her upper body up.

"Is anything wrong?" He was scared she would leave. He pushed himself up as she let her arms go slack, her body falling on to him, pushing him back onto the couch.

"Nope," she answered as she rested her chin on his chest and stared into his eyes, his soul. "Everything's great." She smiled a smile that put Helen of Troy to shame as she placed her lips back onto his, shyly now, letting him dominate her. His lips were guiding her as his tounge was breaking into her mouth. He was somehow transfered to be on top of her, his body slighty heavy on her that it made her stop and catch her breath. The familiar feel made her feel safe and comforted. It felt so, so right!

He stared at the beautiful woman beneath him. She was streached out, her hair tousled and cathing the light, making it shimmer and shine like her hazy eyes. Her arms were stretched above of her, held in place by one of his hands. He admired her beauty and felt a heaviness to express his insides.

"I love y-" He was automaticly silenced by her finger placed upon his lips.

"Don't." The look in his eyes showed that he needed to, that he needed to say that he loved her.

"I have to. I've loved you for a long time now. As cliche as this sounds, you needed a friend, but now you need a lover, and I need to be both."

"You're right," she whispered. "That did sound cliche. Did you get it off of Paris?" she joked, but the tears in her eyes showed that even if he did rip those words off of a paperback novel, she was moved.

"Hey, I also have another one, ya wanna hear it?" She mearly nodded and sniffed. "Don't cry, I don't ever want to see you cry."

She smiled. "I've heard that one too. Isn't my line something like, 'not even tears of joy?'"

"It's happiness."

"Nu-unh!" He bent down and kissed her, the calm peck turning into fire and more passion. She arched her back and called out his name, not for the last time that evening. Her hands escaped her lover's and she brought them to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, eagerly ripping off half of the buttons, which flew off and landed in various parts of the room. She ran her hands across his bare skin, raking her trim nails across his back.

'Shocking,' she thought in the back of her cloudy mind. She never used her nails on a man. She tugged his shirt off, causing him to remove his hands from her face, throat, and hair, stopping their exploration only when she reached his belt.

"Don't say no. Please." she begged and pleaded. "Don't say no. I need you. I love you. I didn't get this from a book, so listen to me, please. I've known you for a long time, and for all that time, I've wanted you. You know me better than myself, I...I love you." He knew she was right and ran his finger tips over her eyes, her nose, and her lips, and eased his body off of hers.

"What? What did I do?" she asked, hurt and confussion mixed into a beautiful addition to her strong features. Gods she was beautiful when she pouted, if grown women even pouted. He slid his arms beaneath her and gently lifted her up as if she was a feather.

"I think the bedroom is a much better place, don't you think?" his murmuring lips said while mere millimeters away from hers. His warm breath was tickling her, causing her to laugh, joy replacing the fear and loss, and anticipation of replacing the joy. He carried her through the doorway and placed her down upon her bed, the door swinging shut.

-fini