A/N: So, this is the end- thank you all for your views and reviews! Hope you enjoyed reading the story as much as I did writing it!

Chapter Thirty-Six: The End… is Just the Beginning

"Yep. Home in two hours… we still have a couple areas to check." Gwen said into her cell phone. As per her mother's "the boyfriend agreement," this lame patrol night would count as a "date" and she'd have to be home by midnight. Ben was far too busy to come with them- how was it Gwen had already caught up with a year's worth of homework but Ben was still behind?

She hung up, sighing. They were visiting the spots where the whip-tail had appeared- downtown, the cell tower, and finally the construction site. The rips had closed themselves at the end of Anaryme, but it was always better to show caution.

If this were actually a date, they could be doing something way more fun than patrolling. Like, seeing a movie, or having dinner, or…other, uh, stuff.

Kevin slowed his car, coming up to the construction site. "Feel anything?"

"Huh?" She asked, jerked out of her daydreaming. "Oh! The rips! No, I mean… definitely not."

Kevin nodded, eyes scanning the nearly-finished factory. "So… home?"

Gwen frowned, thinking. "No, let's go walk around."

"So, you do feel something?"

Some little voice, almost channeling Charmcaster, wanted to make a dirty joke to answer him. "No, I just want to go for a walk." Really, she wasn't ready to go home just yet. Her and Kevin hadn't had a moment alone in… well, for her, about a week and a half. In reality, somewhere around ten months.

Kevin cocked his head to the side, giving her an inquisitive look. "Ok… then let's go for a walk." He parked, and they both got out of the car, grabbing two flashlights before they went.

"Seems clear. No more monsters. Glad this whole thing is finally over." Kevin said, his boots crunching on the gravel.

"It wasn't all bad…" Gwen answered softly, almost under her breath.

"What?"

"This whole thing really makes you think…" She began, her flashlight moving over the construction equipment and nearly-finished factory building. "I mean, because of my interactions with other realities, our reality will never be the same. We can avoid the bad stuff… and… well, it's like the observer affect. Observation of an experiment will invariably affect it's outcome. By seeing possibilities- not eventualities, but still extreme possibilities- I'll never take those exact same steps again. Even the good worlds. I won't be able to duplicate the exact same steps, because I'll predict them."

"Oh? But wouldn't seeing the good worlds make you want to repeat them?"

She gave Kevin a sideways look. "The only good world I was in that is repeatable is the one where we were, ah, married. And having pre-knowledge of it would make me form an opinion that is different from what an older me might think. Namely, that we were… will… be way too young. Therefore, I've changed my future opinion before my future self has even occurred in this world."

They walked in silence for awhile longer, moving closer to the unfinished building.

"So, you're saying that if I asked you to marry me in a year, you would turn me down?" He asked, his tone even and deadly serious. Gwen nearly tripped on a tool bucket, her eyes wide and staring as her arms flailed comically for balance.

A year? That's right, she was- technically- seventeen now. At least, according to her birth certificate, though her time in stasis would always make her physically ten months younger. And eighteen was when other-world Gwen thought it would be a good idea to up and get married.

"I, uh…" Her mouth worked like a fish, and she couldn't find words.

Kevin's straight face broke into a grin, and he started to laugh. "You take things way too seriously." He said.

She shook her head. Honestly, she had no idea what she would do if he was serious… which meant that her theorizing was flawed; maybe she would say yes…? She loved him, but she had years of college planned, and….

What the hell was she thinking? She really did take things too seriously.

Kevin walked up to a door on the building and pushed on it. It creaked open slowly. "Not locked." He said, and headed inside.

"I said I wanted to go for a walk, not get booked for breaking and entering!" Gwen whispered after him. She had no idea why she whispered- the place was abandoned at night.

"It's not 'breaking' if it's unlocked." Kevin replied, his voice at normal volume.

With an annoyed huff, Gwen followed him inside.

Equipment was already in the process of being set up. There was a conveyer belt and big vats and gears everywhere… some sort of parts factory, maybe?

Kevin started walking up a metal staircase, and Gwen hurried closer. "Hey!" she whispered from the bottom. "Where are you going!?"

"Checking things out." He said, leaning over the railing of the second floor iron walkway and grinning. He disappeared behind a door marked "Floor Manager" and Gwen reluctantly climbed the stairs after him.

She walked in the room, and immediately she felt herself pulled to the side. She gasped, her heart thudding, before she realized it was just Kevin, a mischievous look in his eyes as he pulled her close and trapped her between his body and the wall. Before she could utter a word he dove down, capturing her lips in a rough and needy kiss.

Her pulse was still racing from being grabbed, and for whatever reason that just made her respond with a sudden, uncharacteristic urgency. The night had taken such a quick shift, and she found herself excited by it. She wrapped her fingers around the belt loops on his pants, bringing him flush up against her.

His hand were everywhere, roaming quickly under her shirt and finally just pulling it off and discarding it on the floor. The moment it was gone he reached down, both hands gripping her butt, and lifted her up as if she weighed no more than a bird. She wrapped her legs around him, her hands around his neck to pull him back towards her for another long, deep kiss.

Nothing was slow, nothing was hesitant- they both were very aware of what the other wanted. They both wanted the same thing: to be close.

He carried her away from the wall, breaking the kiss long enough so her could watch where he was going and not trip over anything. Gwen used the opportunity to properly distract him, sucking lightly at the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder. He groaned, and dropped her quickly to the desk that was already placed in the unfinished room. As she sat there, still nipping lightly at his neck, he hurriedly swept the various papers and building plans littering the desk to the floor. The paper flew, some lifting up and making it all the way across the room as it gently glided to the floor, catching Gwen's eye enough that she looked up at Kevin with her eyebrows raised. "Making quite a mess tonight, hmm Kevin?"

He laughed, and leaned down over her until her bare back was pressed against the cool wood of the desk. "Not yet, I haven't."

She felt a thrilled shiver run through her as he punctuated his statement with a quick thrust of his hips, grinding his quickly hardening cock against her through their clothing. Her skirt had hiked up pretty much to the point where it was a belt, and the friction of this movement against just the thin fabric of her tights and panties made her eyes flutter and a soft moan escape her lips.

"Ah… it's been way too long since I heard that sound." Kevin whispered, his mouth to her ear, gently nibbling on it. His words made the warmth in her abdomen flare, and she ground back up against him, wishing she could remove the offending clothing with a word.

Wait a second…

She smirked, aware that Kevin wasn't even concentrating on her face as he reached behind her, attempting to work out the puzzle of her bra. She took the opportunity to unleash a little strategic Mana, and shut her eyes to drown out the tell-tale pink glow.

It wasn't like she had tried to find a spell to be used for… more intimate moments. But when she had been running late for her first day back to class on Monday, Charm had sorta rolled her eyes and drawled out the words to a couple of spells that had her undressed, redressed, and smelling oddly like citrus-melon body wash. The older girl had then proceeded to made a lewd joke about other situations where that kind of spell was fun, but Gwen had swept pasted her and ignored the remark.

Now, however, she felt perfectly justified using the handy-dandy spell to remove what remained of her own clothing and all of Kevin's in one fell swoop. In an instant, the various items were on the floor, neatly folded, and she suspected smelling rather nice. Kevin paused, suddenly noticing the very, very obvious change in their situation, his gaze rising up to meet hers. His blinked. "Well… that's new."

She let out a quick laugh. "Are you complaining?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good." She added under her breath, using his momentary confusion to raise her upper body and swirl her tongue over the soft skin where his neck met his now bare shoulder. She could feel his warm body pressed to her, and she could tell that her little magic show had been a very pleasant surprise by the hardness of him between her thighs.

He wrapped his arm around her back, helping her keep her body up against him. Then, in a sudden, slightly awkward movement, he held her a little tighter and flipped to his back.

She let out a little squeak as the quick motion jarred her, almost throwing her off the desk. It wasn't nearly big enough to be moving around on like that! She flashed Kevin as slightly annoyed look, but the intense, all-to serious gaze she was given back threw her. She could feel the warmth inside transforming into a boil, and her new straddling angle had pushed his erection against her wet folds, nestled so close that with the slightest adjustment she could have him inside her… her blood raced, remembering the friction, the fullness of their first and only other time doing this.

She moved forward, sliding slickly against him, and his head fell back against the desk with a thud and a groan. He was so soft, so smooth, while being so hard at the same time. She liked the feel of him sliding, pressing to the bit of flesh near the front that made her hum with pleasure. She did it again, sliding against him without having him actually enter her- yet. She liked this new vantage point- she could see him clearly, watch the way his face changed and his eyebrows knit each time she slid forward. He had a close-eyed look of concentration, and finally, with a last groan, said, "Gwen…" in a rumbly frustrated voice.

She moved up again, and this time angled herself so that when she crashed down he was plunged inside her, filling her up to the brim. She gasped- it seemed so much…. deeper this way. It hadn't been months for her, like for Kevin. For Gwen, the memories of the cave were very fresh and new, and she was certain that now, being on top, felt different in ways she couldn't really put to words.

She wiggled her hips experimentally, the control over the fullness inside her making it easier to hit that wonderful spot that made her so vocal. She raised herself up, her nails dragging lightly against Kevin's stomach as she moved into a sitting position. She could feel the point where he was just about to slip out of her. She dropped herself back down, shuddering at the fast and sudden pressure at exactly the angle she preferred.

"Mmmmm…" She hummed, staying still for just a second longer than Kevin wanted, his impatience evident by his sudden grip on her hips. He thrust up, the force of his hips making her bounce and the friction inside to build. The pressure was building rapidly, now, and she knew she had to pick up the pace in order to feel that all-consuming release she so desperately wanted.

She continued his thrusts, setting a rapid pace, his big hands moving back to grip her butt. He physically lifted her, taking some of the work off her as she followed his pace, sliding back up and down, up and down… she couldn't touch him and still bounce, so her hands wandered over her own body, sliding over her neck, her breasts… and finally touching herself while Kevin continued to plunge inside her. She bit her lip, her head tilting back and closing her eyes at the double sensations. It was like two separate tensions being pulled, two separate pressures building together as Kevin hit the spot deep inside again and again… as her own fingers rubbed against that magic spot just in front of the slippery, pounding meeting place of their bodies.

"Ah! Ah… oh… keep… mmmm…" She cried, each bounce forcing words and sounds out of her in rapid succession.

She opened her eyes, looking down at the dark-eyed boy below her. His liquid gaze was intense, concentrating on the point where their bodies met. He was breathing hard in small puffs, and she knew it had nothing to do with the exercise of their motions. She was so close… it was obvious he was too.

"More… don't… mmmm… stop." She managed. She wiggled her hips a little, changing the angle slightly in a way her body responded to instantly. That was it, that was the spot… "Harder…" she murmured.

He obeyed, his hips rising to meet her own crashing down with just a little more force, brushing that spot just a little harder, the pressure building just to the breaking point…

"AH! YES!." She cried, her voice echoing throughout the factory. She didn't care how loud she was- the pot was boiling over, her body reaching the end, and with a finally push downward she felt the cascade of pleasure in every nerve, her back arching backwards and her hands grabbing Kevin's hips tightly below her own.

Without preamble, Kevin sat up and all but threw her under him, a small growl-like noise escaping as he took the lead. Gwen wrapped her legs around to the small on his back, helping him plunge deeper as he continued his almost frantic pace on top of her.

Gwen trailed her nails lightly over his back, small sounds still being pushed from her lips. She swore she could almost feel the pressure building again when suddenly Kevin bent down, his mouth pressing tight over hers as he gave one last thrust forward, holding her tight against him and moaning against her lips.

They stayed that way for a minute, Kevin pressing his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath. He kissed her, lightly, groggily.

"I love you…" Gwen breathed against his lips.

"Love you too… that… that was well worth waiting ten months."

Gwen tugged lightly on his hair, grinning. "Are you sure? Shall we wait another ten months, since apparently it inspires a lot of enthusiasm and spontaneity?"

"Gwen," he said, his voice becoming that low gravelly tone that made her melt, "I think we need to patrol together tomorrow. Maybe the next day, too. How about every day? Everyday alone-patrol-date-time sounds like a plan to me."

She laughed, lightly, and Kevin pulled out and moved next to her, laying on his side on the small desk to make room. "Knowing us, I'm actually surprised some kind of space-cockroach hasn't busted in and interrupted us by now. Let's just be grateful for the time we can find in between life-threatening emergencies and alien-weirdness."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Kevin said, raising her hand to his mouth and kissing her knuckles, one after the other. "I am very, very grateful."

She sighed. She hated to ruin the soft warm glow of satisfaction, and the tender connection she was feeling with Kevin with their playful banter, but it was almost her curfew. And as long as a giant alien cockroach was not threatening the planet, she had to get home soon. She voiced this thought to Kevin, and with a simultaneous sigh the two got up and began to get dressed.

Kevin sniffed his shirt, his nose crinkling. "Is… is that some kind of extremely girly perfume on my clothes?"

"Citrus-melon." Gwen remarked with a smirk, trying not to giggle at Kevin's obvious disgust.

…..

As they walked side by side back to the car, Kevin grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwined. They passed that same toolbox Gwen almost tripped over earlier, and Kevin was reminded of his earlier… "joke."

He wasn't sure what had made him say it, but when Gwen was talking about how that one happy future wouldn't possibly happen… he was struck by how disappointed he was.

However, her flustered reaction to his marriage comment had completely changed his mood. He didn't need words from her- her reaction was definitely not revulsion to the idea... in fact, she seemed to actually be thinking about it rather hard. Like it was, in fact, a possibility. Not that he was about to propose or anything… she was still in high school, afterall. But he was fairly certain the idea didn't seem so terrifying to her as it once had. Marriage, that is. Not that he was some love-sick puppy begging his girlfriend to marry him. Or would be. Or, er….

Maybe he was the one over-thinking things?

He shook his head, trying to clear it. He was in a funny mood, tonight. He pulled on Gwen's hand lightly, stopping her and turning her towards him. "Look," He said, finding it strangely difficult to meet her wide green eyes. "I, uh… just, whatever happens in the future, it's ok. As long as you're in my future, it's all good, you know?"

Her eyes seemed to grow just a little wider at his words, then they crinkled with her smile. He loved the way her eyes looked when she was happy- like slivers of starlight. She stepped closer, her arms reaching around his middle as she stood on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Yeah, I do know." She answered. She kissed him a little longer, a little deeper, and whispered, "I'll be here."

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