Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel, nor do I claim to. Author's Note: This is the very first time I've written this type of Fic! Be gentle! Please don't flame me. --- Chapter 11 - (takes place directly after where Chapter 10 ended.) --- Xandra heard the mechanized click of the door locking before she realized what she'd done. She had one arm wrapped around Zack's neck, and now the other running her fingers through his wet, blond hair. She kissed him harder, more urgently than before. What was she doing? Sure, she was in heat, but that wasn't going to be a good enough excuse tomorrow morning. What time was it anyways? She pushed the thought from her mind. She didn't really give a damn. Xandra stumbled backwards, almost running into a wall as Zack pressed the whole length of his body against her and kissed her more. His arms were around her now, and he seemed to be a gathering her up into them. Bringing her as close as possible and yet still being a separate person. He loved her. She moved her arms away from him as his lips left hers and landed under her jaw, down her neck, her collarbone. Xandra struggled to pull her shirt off, which also was plastered to her drenched body. Damn rainstorms. She pressed her eyes closed and she finally rid herself of the tight, black tank top. Oddly enough, the stereo started playing. Loudly. It was Hemorrhage by Fuel. A good song. Not exactly a love song, but it was beautiful. Oh, she thought as she felt something pressing into her back. She had fell and sat on the remote stereo when she stumbled over when she tried to pull off her shirt. She leaned back, breaking the kiss, and stared into Zack's beautiful eyes. He was staring back at her. Almost smiling. His gaze swept over her beautiful, milky white skin, lingering on her stomach and breasts. God, she was beautiful. It seemed like days before Xandra managed to remove his shirt, and led him, walking backward into her room, where the music had been coming from. Xandra kissed him again, and Zack slipped his tongue into her mouth. By now she'd figured out that he was very good at this. She moaned in to the kiss, not wanting it to end. She fumbled with her wet jeans, trying to pull them off at the same time. When she finally succeeded in freeing herself of them, she skillfully undid Zack's belt. She was amazed at how easy it was for her now, because she had never been that good at anything like this. The two of them moved as one, and stumbled backward, finally hitting the mattress. Xandra slid backwards, kicking the sheets down off of the bed, trying to invite Zack along with her eyes. His eyes swept over her body as he followed her and pulled at the black satin panties of hers that she was still wearing. They were every bit as dreamlike as he had imagined so many times before. Xandra slid her foot up pushing at his boxers, trying to slide them down as he kissed her more urgently than ever. Was this some kind of dream? What if she woke up in the middle of this and realized it was what she'd never have? She felt Zack lean back away from her. He looked concerned. She didn't wait for him to say anything. She leaned up and kissed him. Softly this time. So he would know that this was what she wanted. Not just what she needed. He was lying on top of her now, and she could feel the entire length of his is body against her own. She moved her lips away from his, kissing his neck, and listening to him breathe. She turned again to face his and Zack brought his lips down on hers, deepening the kiss as they went. Xandra fumbled with her right hand at the table next the bed. Then handed him a small packet. Protection. She'd been so paranoid as to stock up after her last period of heat. Just so she'd have something to protect her if she was short of giving herself a concussion so to knock herself out for about 12 hours. After he had himself covered, he held her head in his large, masculine hands and kissed her passionately. He moved his sands in feather-light caresses over her body and rested then on her flat stomach. She kissed him again harder this time, with more force as he moved his hand down and slipped a finger inside of her, testing how ready she was. Xandra held back a moan. God, did he know what he was doing to her? He moved his finger slowly in and out of her. Over and Over. The shudders racked her body and she tried to hold back another moan. God, he did know hat he was doing. He removed his finger and placed his hand under her at the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Then all at once, he leaned forward, kissing her more softly this time, and entered her. Xandra gasped then moaned loudly. She wasn't sure that she'd felt anything quite like this before. No, she hadn't. He moved in and out of her slowly, and it made her want to scream. Made the need even worse. He knew it too, that was why he was doing this. She thrust her head up to meet his lips, and he thrust even more of himself into her. They both moaned. Convulsions racked both of their bodies. But Zack still kept going. Slowly, softly, tenderly. The way a lover would. Was that what he wanted form her? Well, if it was, that was what she wanted also. She arched her back, and pressed her eyes closed tightly. Zack moaned loudly. Xandra squeezed her muscles down around him and his eyes shot open. His mouth formed a wide "O" of surprise and he moaned loudly. He liked that, didn't he? Zack rolled onto his back, Lifting her on top of him and breathed steadily as she started moving on him, circling her hips widely. Then, after a light moan from Xandra, she used most of the strength left in her body in puling him back on top of her and he pressed himself against her, thrusting into her slowly. Xandra moaned, "Oh...oh my god...Zack!" to which Oh-my-god-Zack replied, "Xandra!" She arched her back in a catlike manner, and he leaned forward and came, pressing his lips hard against hers. *** Xandra fluttered her eyes open. She'd probably been sleeping for an hour or so. But that was only a guess. Zack was holding her close to his chest and she could hear his steady heartbeat and feel his chest going up and down as he breathed. He had one hand caressing the small of her back and the other in her hair, which was dry and its normal, silken blonde color. She titled her head up and kissed him lovingly on the lips. He kissed her back. He smelled good. Like dirt and rain and himself. He brought his arms down around her again and pressed her close to him. Suddenly Xandra wanted to stay here in his arms for the rest of her life.