Disclaimer: As always, this story was written for entertainment purposes only and no copyright infringement was intended.

A/N: I have two plot bunnies chasing me around, nipping at my heels, and I wrote this instead. Go figure.

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The First Time

The first time they make love, there is uncertainty.

There are gentle touches and careful kisses, quiet gasps and soft moans.

There are no words, only meaningful looks. They've never needed words anyway, not really.

There is exploration, memorization. Racing pulses and surging adrenaline.

And when they tumble over the edge—together—their gazes hold steady, unwavering.

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The second time they make love, there is laughter.

There is teasing and tickling, playfulness and adoration.

There is, Do you like this? and More, please. What happens if I-? and Oh God, yes.

And when they dance over the edge—together—she giggles and he grins and they kiss their way back to reality.

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The third time they make love, there is fire.

There is passion, possession, aggression.

There is, Do that again and Harder, Faster, Longer, More.

And more. And moremoremoreMORE!

There are clashing bodies and clawing fingernails, nips and licks and groans and growls.

And when they thunder over the edge—together—she screams his name and he grunts in response and they continue on, because there's no way they're done. Not yet.

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The first morning they wake together, there is certainty.

There are tangled sheets and tangled limbs and tangled clothes piled on the floor. But there are no tangled emotions.

There are loving caresses and Good morning kisses, roaming hands and teasing lips.

There is, I'm so glad you're here and There's nowhere I'd rather be.

And when they leap over the edge—together—there are declarations and sweet embraces.

There is forever.