author = Dwparsnip

dedicate = Carla who asked why no one writes these(thereby making me ask the same question)and Aiki, who was kind and brave enough to read it first...twice.

Rating = O18

Type = Romance

fanfic =

Alright. First of all, I don't own Robotech or any or its characters…I just borrow them to write what I hope are entertaining stories. Everything is owned by Harmony Gold.

Second, this is my first shot at an O18W. Be gentle and kind. It came about after the discussions that have been going on at the group. Alas, my innocence is lost.

Explicit sexual material ahead (never thought I'd write that at the beginning of one of my stories). Turn back now if you don't want to read it or shouldn't be reading it.

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Rick Hunter walked along the Monument Base tarmac towards Skull One in the dim twilight hours. His mood at best could have been described as cranky, and the fact that he was about to leave on a night patrol only added fuel to the fire. In reality he was so far beyond cranky that he wasn't sure if operating a Veritech was the wisest thing for him to do.

He was sure that he didn't want to talk to anyone, especially when he heard the telltale footfalls of a certain blue haired flying ace coming up behind him.

It had to be Max…there was absolutely no doubt in his mind. Max was the only pilot brave enough to approach Rick whenever he was in a really bad mood. And given that even Rick would admit that this bad mood was beyond anything else he had ever unleashed upon the members of the Skull, there was no way anyone but Max would come near him.

Sure enough a moment later Max Sterling fell into step beside Rick. They walked in silence until they almost reached the waiting Skull One.

Rick heard Max stop walking, and as Rick reached for the ladder he heard Max say quietly, "You know, Rick…unresolved sexual tension could get you killed when you're a pilot?"

Rick flinched and his hand stopped a couple of inches from the ladder. How the hell did he know about that?

Rick's hand closed the remaining distance to the ladder and held onto it, the reminder of said unresolved sexual tension almost physically hurting him.

Max stepped closer and looked down at the blue and white helmet he was holding in his gloved hands, unsure of how to broach the subject further with his CO and best friend. Finally he looked up and said, "Lisa has mentioned to Miriya that you two haven’t…well, you know…" Max ran his right hand through his hair and sighed softly. As his hand fell to rest beside him he tried again. "Lisa said that you two have tried to…do that…but it never works out." The sympathy in Max's voice was plain to hear. "Are you okay Rick? Are you having doubts…?"

Rick began to laugh, softly at first and building up into a heartfelt gut-wrenching roar. For two minutes Rick laughed at the suggestion that his feelings for Lisa had changed, until he finally calmed down enough to face his bewildered friend.

Still smiling Rick responded to Max's question. "I'm fine, Max. And no, I'm not having any doubts." Rick laughed for another second and motioned with his hand for Max to come a little closer. "There isn't a problem as such. It's just that every time we try or plan to…", he broke off, unsure how to voice that when Max's knowing nod saved him the decision, "…well, something comes up to interrupt us."

Rick sighed in exasperation and leaned back against Skull One's ladder. "The last time for example. I had candles in the house, a nice dinner ready, and flowers on the table…the whole nine yards. I even had massage oils at the ready. It was romantic as hell." Rick's eyes took on a dreamy haze as he recounted the details to Max. "She was so beautiful and she loved what I did. Dinner went well and we danced in the living room. When the song ended we kissed and everything was going great. Lisa just had my shirt undone when the phone rang and all hell broke loose."

Max's eyes narrowed in thought. When was the last time that all hell broke loose? In the two months since Khyron's last attack and the relocation of the New Macross survivors to Monument, there had been several occasions when all hell broke loose. The Skull in particular had been busy. Max thought hard about it. Their last few flights had been pretty routine. Their last major skirmish was…with a bunch of well-armed renegade Zentraedi. Where the hell was it? It was…"The New Phoenix attack?" When Rick nodded in affirmation Max whistled in awe. "Rick, that was a week ago!"

"Tell me something I don't know", groused Rick. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We've been together for two months, Max. After we got settled in Monument we wanted to take it slow and not jump into anything. Even after we decided that I should move into her place because of the housing shortage, we still tried to take it slow. And it worked for a few days, while we were too busy to see each other, much less be with each other. But when things began to settle down and after the first couple of weeks of sleeping in the same bed we realized that…we just…that is we…", he nearly yelled in frustration before saying truthfully, "…we both want it, Max. We both want to take that step so badly, and cold showers just aren't cutting it anymore."

Max rubbed his chin with his right hand as he summarized. "So you two have been trying to have sex for almost five weeks, have come close several times but have yet to actually do it?"

"First of all", began an undignified Rick, "Lisa and I will never have sex…we will make love. Second…yeah, that about sums it up. Something always happens to ruin it." Rick lifted his head to watch a squad of Veritechs make their final approach for landing on the airstrip. "Like I said, we've tried." His voice took on a desperate tone for a moment as he looked back at Max. "God knows we've tried. It's just every time there seems to be a chance something happens. For the last few days our schedules have been out of whack. Last week when we got time together, New Phoenix was in trouble. The list goes on."

"I stand corrected", responded Max remorsefully. "Well, I must admit I'm a bit relieved."

"I'm sorry?", asked a shocked Rick.

"I thought it was something serious, Rick", said Max as he stepped up beside Rick and leaned back against Skull One. "I thought that maybe you two were having relationship trouble or something. Maybe Minmei…"

"No", interrupted Rick a little more harshly than he had intended. He took a second before continuing with a little more restraint. "Far from it, Max. I love Lisa, and she loves me." Rick's voice took on a note of confidence that Max heard on very rare occasions. "That will never change."

Max let loose a snort of laughter. "Well, the answer is simple. Just go and do it already."

Rick was shocked…again. "Max we can't just…"

"Of course you can, Rick." Max paused for a second to organize his thoughts. "You two are as much in love as anyone I've ever seen, even yours truly. You know each other better than any other couple I know…hell you've been friends for as long as we've been friends. You've been through hell and back together for crying out loud. Trust me when I say this, my friend, the last thing you need is a plan. Just do it."

Rick heard each and every word his friend said, and agreed with every one of them. Still…"But Max, she deserves something special."

Max placed his left hand on Rick's shoulder. "Rick, it will be special. You've both waited for so long and been through too much for it not to be special. You don’t need the flowers, the food and the candles and", Max looked at Rick strangely as though he just realized what it was he was about to say, "massage oils?" Max shook his head. "Rick, all you need is Lisa. And all she needs is you."

Once again Rick marveled at the wisdom of his friend. "Thanks, Max."

He turned around and put his foot up on the ladder to get into Skull One, only to have Max ask him, "Is Lisa working tonight?"

Rick turned his head to look at Max as he answered, "No…"

"Then she's home", stated Max as a slightly evil smile crept across his face, "by herself?"

"Yes", responded Rick warily.

It was then that Max pushed his helmet into Rick's breadbasket, pulled Rick away from the ladder and went up into Skull One himself without saying a word to Rick. Actually, Max only made it partially into Skull One.

Rick had to keep himself from breaking out into hysterical laughter at the sight of Max as he leaned in over the edge of the cockpit, his rear end and legs dangling on the outside as he reached for something on the inside. Finally he heard Max speaking, though it wasn't to him.

"Monument Base control tower…this is Commander Sterling. Captain Hunter has developed some kind of…illness…and is unable to lead tonight's patrol. He has ordered me to assume command of the Skull and is going home. Acknowledge."

'Acknowledged Commander', came the voice of a female flight controller. 'Will Captain Hunter be available for flight duty tomorrow?'

"Negative, control tower. He really needs to, ah, get this out of his system before he can fly again."

Rick covered his face with his helmet to hide his smile and shook his head at the double meaning of Max's statement.

'Understood, Commander. Have a safe patrol. Tower out.'

Rick wasn't at all surprised when Max managed to extricate himself from his precarious position without injury and a moment later he was standing beside a bemused Rick on the tarmac.

Before Rick could utter a word Max retrieved his helmet from Rick's hand, slapped Rick's shoulder and said cheerfully, "Don't thank me…just go. And don't worry…everything will be fine." Max's cheeks developed a sudden case of pink shading as he added very quietly, "I've been there. Wait 'til you guys have kids and work out the ass. Then try to find the time to 'make love.'"

Captain Rick Hunter smiled widely at his friend, nodded once, turned around and walked off the tarmac without looking back or changing out of his flight suit. He never even dropped off his helmet. There was only one thing on his mind at that moment…

…and she was curled up on the couch reading a book when he arrived home eight minutes later. In the morning there would be rumors of a low flying Veritech screaming through the streets of Monument, disregarding stoplights and moving at speeds beyond comprehension. The rumors were exaggerated, of course (he was driving a car after all)…but not by much.

He closed the door, locked it and looked to Lisa. Her mouth was open to say something, most likely to ask why he was home or why he was wearing his flight suit. But something in the look on his face or in his eyes must have told her why, because her breathing faltered for a second and a smile graced her beautiful lips.

For a moment Rick watched the woman before him. She was wearing her white robe and slippers. The only places the robe wasn't white was where her long brown hair draped down over her shoulder. He couldn't tell what she was wearing underneath, but she had taken to the fashion of wearing very revealing and tantalizingly sexy nightdresses in recent days. He was sure it was a conscious effort on her part to drive him insane. He sincerely hoped that's what it was, and he fervently prayed that she was in that frame of mind when she dressed for bed earlier.

As he walked slowly towards the couch, Lisa stood up, ignoring the book she had been reading as it fell off her lap to the floor with a thump. The only thing in the world for her right at that moment was the man walking toward her with blazing blue eyes that had a sense of determination in them that she had seen only a few times. Her heart fluttered when she realized that one of those times was when he was getting ready for "Operation Starsaver." Her heart broke that day when she saw that look in his eyes, the look that said he would do anything to save Minmei, even fly into the jaws of Hell itself.

Now…now Lisa saw that same look in his eyes, and it was all for her.

When Rick finally reached her, their left hands, in an example of just how truly in tune with each they had become, simultaneously reached for the other's cheek. Their eyes bored into each other until they could no longer take it. Rick leaned over as Lisa tilted her face to meet him half way and their lips touched, softly and surely. After a moment their mouths moved, seemingly of their own accord, against each other, deepening the kiss into something that was beyond anything else they had ever done. Lips explored lips; tongues explored tongues and mouths explored mouths. It was the right time and the right place, and it was oh so sweet.

Rick's left hand remained on Lisa's cheek while his free hand made its way to hold her waist. Lisa's hand stayed against his cheek as well, her free hand moving to rest against the left side of his chest allowing her to feel the runaway freight train that his heart was becoming. Hers was on the same set of tracks heading for the same destination.

Finally the exploration ended, for now, and Rick rested his forehead against Lisa's. The only sound in the room was the thumping of their hearts and their ragged breaths.

Rick straightened up and looked into her emerald eyes again. "Lisa…", was all that he could manage.

Lisa responded by mouthing his name. The nearly overwhelming intensity of their kiss and the situation left her speechless. Her mouth opened once more but again nothing came out. Instead she nodded…just once and with the confidence he had respected for almost as long as he had known her.

Rick removed his hands from Lisa and stepped back. Conscious thought fell by the wayside and instinct took over as he held his right hand out to her. She took it and he guided her towards the bedroom…their bedroom. Step by step they made their way to their bed, and step-by-step their desire for each other crept upwards until it was all consuming.

But they both held it in check. Rick and Lisa…they both had their own idea as to how it should happen, how their first time together should be, though neither of them realized that their ideas were the same. Rick wasn't kidding when he said to Max that he and Lisa would be making love. It was what he wanted, and what she deserved. Lisa felt the same way.

When they reached the foot of the bed, Rick slowly undid the belt of the robe Lisa was wearing, immensely grateful that Lisa had tied it in a very loose bow. He wasn't sure if he could concentrate enough to untie a knot. When the belt was untied, Rick slid his hands underneath the robe, placed them on Lisa's hips and gently moved his hands up Lisa's sides, ever so gently grazing the outsides of Lisa's breasts as they made their way to her shoulders. The way her eyes fluttered and her sharp intake of breath tested his resolve to take this slowly…to do it right. When he reached her shoulders, he looked deeply into her eyes, and seeing nothing but love in her eyes he slipped the opened robe around her shoulders allowing it to fall freely to the floor…the first casualty in a battle both of them wanted so badly to win and lose at the same time. It would not be the last.

Lisa tried to reign in her breathing as she reached with sure and steady hands to the zipper of Rick's one-piece flight suit and slowly pulled it down. Her eyes reluctantly left his and followed the zipper downward, revealing the white tank top that he always wore underneath the flight suit as it opened up. When she reached the bottom, she peeled the tight fitting flight suit back around his shoulders, down his arms and left it hanging from his waist. Her hands touched his naked wrists and she allowed her hands to trace the outlines of his arms up to his shoulders then down his chest all the way down to the bottom hem of the tank top. She pulled the tank top slowly up over his stomach revealing the toned abdomen she had seen many times before, though never under these circumstances. She waited patiently as he lifted his arms up and she slipped the tank top up his chest and over his head. When he lowered his arms the top fell to the floor to join Lisa's robe.

Lisa paced her hands on Rick's shoulders and then carefully outlined abstract patterns against his bare chest, watching her own movements with a mixture of appreciation for his physique and awe at the fact that they were actually doing this after so long.

When her hands slipped around to his sides, Rick reached over and gently, ever so gently, rested his hands on her bare shoulders. The spaghetti strap nightdress was one of her favorites…one of his as well for that matter, and he was thankful that his earlier prayer had been answered. His eyes moved back and forth between his right and left hand as he watched himself slip his thumbs underneath the straps and smoothly pull them to the edge of her shoulders. He looked into Lisa's eyes as he pulled the straps down to her triceps and held them there. A ghost of a smile touched Lisa's lips and she let her arms drop to her sides. Rick let his eyes lower to watch the nightdress slip slowly down over Lisa's chest, down her flat stomach and stop at her hips.

Rick held the nightdress there as he allowed his gaze to linger appreciatively at Lisa's beautiful breasts. His heart began beating in a gear he didn't know existed, somewhere light years beyond overdrive, as he took in the sight of her perfection. Lisa's arousal had already caused her nipples to harden, and the sight nearly made him lose the tentative grasp on control that he had managed somehow to maintain. In fact, somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind something whispered that perhaps this wasn't reality, that perhaps it was another one of his dreams. The warm skin he was touching told him the truth however. This wasn't a dream.

This was a dream coming true.

His eyes found hers, and he let the nightdress slip from his fingers. A moment later it became the third casualty as it fell next to the robe and tank top.

Clad now only in her underwear and slippers, Lisa stepped out of the nightdress that had pooled around her ankles, moved closer to Rick and kissed him deeply, her breasts mashing against his bare chest nearly driving him to distraction. As she felt his hands grasp her upper arms, her hands slid around his waist and began pushing down his flight suit and boxer briefs. She managed to get the suit halfway down his hips when she stopped the kiss. She gently pushed him back so that he fell into a sitting position on the bed. Any other time he would have laughed at her bossiness.

Any other time. Not this time.

Lisa reached down and took the edges of the flight suit in her hands, sparing enough time for another kiss. When she looked to Rick, he put his hands behind him on the bed and lifted his ass up so that she could pull the suit the rest of the way off. Slowly, though without trepidation and with her goal set firmly in mind, she pulled the suit down over his hips, allowing his own aroused appendage free from the confines of his underwear and flight suit. She hesitated only a second in appreciation before she continued with his disrobing.

When the suit reached the middle of his thighs, Rick sat down again and watched Lisa as she finished her task. She knelt down as she moved the suit down his legs giving him a clear view of her beautiful eyes. There was a glow in her eyes that seemed almost surreal, and it occurred to him that she had waited longer for this than he had; that she had realized her feelings for him before he had realized his feelings for her. If this was a dream coming true for him, what did it make it for her?

Suddenly Rick felt a lot of pressure on his shoulders, or more appropriately on another part of his anatomy.

It dissipated quickly however, when he felt the flight suit and boots vacate his body and heard the clothing hit the floor. Rick closed his eyes as Lisa's hands touched his ankles and move up his legs, sliding as they moved to massage his calves and then to the sides of his knees. It was then that he felt her delicate hands gently push against his inner thighs, making him spread his legs enough for…enough for what? The question was answered in a blaze of pleasure when Lisa's hands danced up his thighs, followed by a series of shocks along the same path that his mind registered as being kisses.

Rick leaned his head back to face the ceiling as Lisa's hands expertly manipulated his erection, eliciting a series of sounds that he knew were moans of pleasure from his own lips, though he had no control over it.

He never wondered how she knew how to do what it was that she was doing. They both knew each other's past histories. There were no secrets. There were no pulled punches. There were no regrets…not even over Minmei. Being with Minmei made being with Lisa possible in a way. His one night with the star felt so wrong to him from the second their lips touched that night, and everything afterwards was contaminated with that sense of wrongness. There was none of that with Lisa. Being with Lisa felt so right in every way. The scent of her hair, the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin against his, the way she touched him…every way. Besides, if he hadn't been with Minmei that once, would there be that nagging 'what if' question in the back of his mind for the rest of his life? Probably.

But none of that mattered now.

Rick's head snapped up as Lisa stopped what she was doing and stood up in front of him bringing to eye level her perfectly formed breasts. Before he could even think about what to do he leaned forward, put his hands on her rounded hips and captured her right nipple between his lips.

Lisa pushed into him as the pleasure wave from Rick's actions washed through her. Her arms went around his neck and her hands buried themselves in his hair. Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue massaged the sensitive area of her breast intensifying the ripples of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her eyes flew open as he stopped suddenly, and closed again when his lips closed around her other nipple.

Lisa buried her face in the hair on the top of Rick's head as his combination of sucking, licking, kissing and nipping drove her to a state of bliss. Never before had she felt such pure, unadulterated pleasure.

As Rick's lips and tongue continued their ministrations, his thumbs slid underneath the elastic edge of Lisa's panties and began to gently pull them down over her hips. When he got the panties to her knees he let go. The only indication he had that they were gone was when he sensed Lisa step out of them one foot at a time.

Rick's lips moved from the nipple and kissed gently along the inside of Lisa's breast, eliciting a series of delightful moans from the woman he loved so much. He looked up at her, and when he did she smiled and opened her eyes.

The shine in her eyes was magical to him. It was something he had only seen glimpses of after they kissed, but never before had the color of her eyes changed to such a bright shade of green.

The movement of him being gently pushed onto his back brought him out of those thoughts. He hadn't even realized that Lisa's hands had moved to his shoulders. He let her push him back, and much to his delight she followed him until she rested on top of him. The feeling of her skin pressing against his from head to toe was feeding the intense feelings of want in his chest.

Rick's hands moved to her, landing on her outer thighs and working their way up and around to her back as his lips captured hers in another bone jarring kiss. As their tongues slid in and around each other's his hands moved down to caress Lisa's buttocks. Each cheek was firm and toned and as he squeezed them in his hands Lisa ground her pelvis against his groin.

Lisa was enjoying herself way too much. The feeling of Rick's firmness against her pelvic area was doing a lot to further moisten her already aroused center, and the feeling of her sensitized nipples rubbing against his chest was adding an agonizingly wonderful sensation to experience.

Without warning Lisa found herself flipped suddenly to lie on her back with Rick resting on his left side beside her with his left arm propping him up. When she came to her senses she looked over to him and the sight gave her a warm feeling from her chest to her toes.

Rick's eyes moved slowly around Lisa's exquisite body, memorizing each and every curve. His right hand moved to reverently touch the fingertips of Lisa's right hand and slowly moved up her arm, past her wrist, then her elbow and finally making its way to her shoulder.

His touch left the feeling of an electrical current behind it, like the wake from a boat's motor in the ocean. And his eyes. His eyes were so intensely focused on her that she almost felt embarrassed by it.

Almost. She was too far in the throes of sexual bliss to be embarrassed about anything, least of all the fact that Rick was looking at her like her body held the key to the secret of life. For a moment she thought about how long she had waited for this; how hard she had hoped that one day he would look at her like he was looking at her now. That didn’t matter anymore. It was in the past and this was the present, where Rick loved her and that was that.

Rick's hand in the meanwhile continued its journey, tracing her collar bone and moving south to graze along the outside of her right breast, taking a detour to circle inward and gently rub the by now super sensitive nipple, causing Lisa to involuntarily arch her back and moan in delight. Rick's hand left the nipple to be replaced once again by his lips, and as his lips took over the blissful torture of her breast his hand continued onward. Lisa's arms moved to rest above her head with her hands grasping at the sheets in a feeble attempt to quell some of the moans that threatened to escape her lips by transferring some of the tension out of her and into the sheets.

Downward his hand continued, caressing her stomach and moving down until his fingers brushed the upper edge of her pubic triangle. He smiled against Lisa's skin as he felt the surprising softness of the hair down there. He had expected it to be a little coarser. His fingers danced through the curls until he felt the obvious evidence of her arousal moisten his fingertips.

Not yet willing to go there, Rick willed his hands to veer to the right and began to work down her right thigh. As his hand hit her lower thigh his lips followed, leaving a trail of hot kisses from her nipple down to her navel.

He moved his face back up and his hand massaged its way back up to Lisa's triangle. Rick leaned back enough to look into the eyes of the woman he had been dreaming about doing this with and found nothing but trust, confidence and love in the bright eyes that looked back at him. He watched her intently as his hands slipped in between her legs.

Lisa's lips quivered as his middle finger gently parted her lower lips and rubbed her clitoris, though no intelligible words were spoken. Her eyes closed and her hips bucked gently against his hand as the warmth that began at her entrance spread inward to her belly.

Rick continued to massage the sensitive area, forcing Lisa's breathing to quicken into short, shallow breaths and her pelvic thrusts to accelerate. Rick felt Lisa's hands as they gripped his right forearm. To his credit, he didn't even slow down his actions as her nails dug into his flesh, and the rapturous look on her face and rasping whispers of his name more than made up for the tiny amount of blood she drew from his arm.

Rick's lips captured hers once again as his hand withdrew from her feminine area. Lisa looked to Rick, ready to pretty much beg for him to continue, and she watched him eagerly as he positioned himself over her, his arms situated on either side of her keeping his weight from hurting her. For her part, Lisa's legs spread apart by reflex to grant him access and her hands grasped at the sheets along side her hips in anticipation and barely controlled arousal.

Blue eyes met and held green ones. Rick slowly lowered himself in between Lisa's legs and Lisa wrapped her own legs around his so that her feet rested against the sides of his calves. In their heightened state of desire and with the knowledge of what they were about to do foremost on their minds, even that instance of skin on skin contact was electric, and neither Rick nor Lisa could control their breathing any longer. Nor could either of them satisfy themselves with that limited contact.

Lisa moved her hands from the sheets up to Rick's arms, her slender fingers caressing Rick's biceps in circular motions. Rick shifted slightly to his left, allowing the side of his left buttock to rub against Lisa's inner thigh, sending shockwaves throughout the both them.

Still their eyes held each other. Barley blinking, never closing and never looking away. Words were unnecessary when peering into each other's souls was so fundamentally intimate.

Rick shifted again and moved downward ever so slightly. He didn’t have to look or be guided, either by himself or by Lisa. He was being drawn towards her by a force that he had never before felt or experienced.

Rick moved lower and lower, still looking into Lisa's eyes intently even as she looked back at him with equal intensity. Finally Rick felt himself touch against her warm and slick entrance and noticed the split second widening of Lisa's eyes as she felt the same.

And time stopped.

Questions were asked without words being spoken, and after knowing each other for so long and so well, their questions were identical.

'Do you Love me?'

'Are you ready for this?'

'Do you want this?'

'Want me?'

As the eternal second stretched out their identical answers flowed from the depths of their souls towards each other.

'I love you now and forever.'

'Oh so ready.'

'I want this more than anything.'

'I want you more than I could ever tell you. I need you.'

Time started moving forward again, and the anticipation became too much for both of them. Lisa closed her legs around Rick giving him a gentle reminder of what was supposed to happen next.

Not that he needed it.

He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, hoping the audible gulp wasn't too loud, and lowered himself the last little bit and felt the all encompassing warmth of Lisa accepting him inside her. Lisa stayed perfectly still as Rick entered her for the first time, despite the strong urge to push against him as his member stretched the inner walls of her sexual center.

Their nearly identical moans filled their bedroom as the act of becoming one body overwhelmed them both.

Rick stayed perfectly motionless for a moment, letting himself become used to the feeling of being inside the woman beneath him, the woman he loved more than anything, the woman who loved him so much. A tiny sliver of his mind immediately compared the soft and warm feel of Lisa to the colder and rough feel of…previous lovers. There was no comparison really. At that exact moment, Rick Hunter knew that this is what his life had been building towards…the total love of Lisa Hayes, and all thoughts of everything but Lisa left his mind in a flash.

His breathing matched Lisa's in its raggedness, and he could already feel beads of sweat form on his forehead. He watched as Lisa's mouth opened and closed slightly as she attempted to control her breathing. That, and the fact that her breasts pressed against him with each breath forced him to concentrate hard on not having an immediate accident.

Rick let his left arm collapse slowly so that he rested on his elbow and could kiss Lisa. The kiss was a hungry one…deep and intense and short. Rick lifted his head from hers just as he withdrew from her a little. His eyes focused on hers as he thrust gently back into her. As he did Lisa's mouth opened in a gasp and her eyes burned into his as her hands tightened on his arms. He kept his thrusts soft and gentle, watching Lisa's face until he could no longer stand to not taste her sweet lips again.

Rick straightened out his arm again so that he was directly above Lisa. He lowered himself enough to press his lips against hers and to feel her breasts barely yet tortuously rub against his chest. Lisa's hands moved down to cover his and her grips tightened with each thrust and loosened with each withdrawal.

Lisa watched as Rick leaned back enough so that she could see him. He was being so gentle that the knowledge not only warmed her heart, but also added to the passion of their lovemaking. She almost couldn't believe that it was happening after waiting for so long, and against all the odds. Never in her wildest dreams before two months ago would she have ever believed that she and Rick would ever be in this position.

A moan from Rick and the brief closure of his eyes in apparent pleasure reinforced to Lisa that it was most certainly real, though the intense feelings of physical fulfillment more than verified it for her in the first place.

The sheer depths that he reached inside her, physically and emotionally, amazed her. Physically he was doing what only one other man had ever done to her, though Rick's love, his physical and emotional love, was so much more than the naïve and immature love she experienced before.

"Rick…" She heard herself moan his name even as she heard him moan hers. "Lisa…"

Lisa moved her legs to lie against the backs of his thighs, allowing her to tilt her hips and give Rick's thrusts a deeper angle. She was on the verge of losing all control, so much so that her hands now had a permanent iron grip on his hands as the feeling of her approaching climax took hold.

Lisa's muscles began to tense as she felt the oncoming rush begin to consume her and she couldn't help but close her eyes no matter how hard she tried to keep looking into his eyes. Rick's thrusts became deeper and faster, and the small part of her analytical mind that was still slightly functional realized that his own release was close as well. She felt his head lower and prepared to feel his lips against hers, but she was surprised, though not displeased when instead his lips found her neck. His hot breath beating against her neck in ragged pants and his scorching kisses were pushing her towards erotic insanity. Her hands moved up his arms and to his back and she could feel the sensation of her sweat mixing with Rick's as their bodies touched.

Rick grunted against her neck, just as she felt the feeling of heat emanate from deep within her. Every muscle in her lean body spasmed as her first orgasm in a very long time wracked through her body, just as she felt Rick give one more hard thrust followed by his heartfelt moaning of her name. She herself was beyond words, and as a second wave of spasms tore through her body forcing her back to arch she felt Rick's body shudder against her and his hot release inside of her. She pulled him deeper into her with her legs as Rick kissed the side of her neck once more and whispered hoarsely, "I love you."

Lisa's hips moved her pelvic area against him a couple of more times, more out of orgasmic reflex than conscious effort until all she could do was lie still and enjoy the afterglow of making love with the man she loved so much. Her hands caressed Rick's back and she finally found the strength the whisper throatily, "I love you, too."

Minutes later when Rick carefully rolled off her and lay down beside her, Lisa felt so incredibly empty, as though his withdrawal from her took away an essential part of herself. Sensing it, Rick put his arm around her and she cuddled into his side.

She smiled at the love she felt in the simple gesture and savored the feeling of being next to him, much as she savored the feeling of him being inside of her, and much as she savored the love he gave to her every single day.

As Lisa cuddled into his shoulder her left hand caressed Rick's chest, and his left hand stroked her back with his right hand lovingly holding her forearm. Their combined scents and fluids on their bed were as natural to her as breathing at this point.

She smiled as she felt a gentle kiss against the top of her head. She looked up to see Rick's bright blue eyes watching her, and in his eyes she could see that he had been thinking the exact same things that she had been thinking.

She cuddled back into his shoulder and whispered, "I love you, Rick."

She could sense the happy smile on his face and hear the joy in his voice as he replied, "I love you too, Lisa." He took a deep breath, and as he released it he said softly, "That was…it was so…"

Lisa smiled as he trailed off. "Perfect", she finished for him. She snuggled against his shoulder and repeated, "It was absolutely perfect."

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