Surrender (UC, I/Sheriff, ADULT) Pt.1

[Valentine]

Title: "Surrender"

Pairing/Characters: Isabel/Jim Valenti, both Isabel/Alex and Isabel/Grant implied.
Rating: ADULT
Theme: Smut, as well as some angst.
Spoilers/Time Frame: This takes place mid-season two. My stipulations are that Isabel is 18, Tess doesn’t live with the Valenti family, Isabel and Grant aren’t serious, and Grant and Alex are both alive and well.
Summary: Isabel finds herself on the Sheriff's doorstep at 3am.
Part/s: Part one of one.
Author's Note: I worked on it for quite a while before it was just right. It's sort of become my baby. Lyrics are from Aerosmith's "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing."

Author: Valentine (aka BrendansBabe)
E-mail: orange.words@gmail.com
Website/Blog: Livejournal
Other Fanfiction: Listing

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all concerning Roswell and all its copyrights.
Feedback: I love feedback! Let me know what you like, and what you hate.
Distribution: Feel free! Just ask first, pretty please.





No one could ever have said that she and the Sheriff were close. That's why it was so surprising that Isabel Evens found herself on his doorstep at 3:30 am.

She rapped the door for the second time, visibly agitated.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

She almost smiled as she heard the muttered expletive that Valenti Sr. uttered, running into the coffee table. The thought of mirth fled her mind, however, as the door flew open.

It would be safe to say that the Sheriff was pissed.

"Isabel? What are you doing here?"

What was she doing there? Well, it was complicated.

"It's sort of complicated... can I come in?"

Even when sleep deprived, the Sheriff was a gentleman.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure."

Granted, not a verbose gentleman.

He opened the door wider, stepping to the side. Isabel hurriedly entered, planting herself on the couch. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the Sheriff flicked on another light.

"Isabel, not that I don't love your company, but, again, what the hell are you doing here? Is something the matter? Is it alien related?"

Isabel grimaced, mincing over her next words.

"It's Max. He's... he's pulling the goddamn king routine, again."

The Sheriff really couldn't help the look of disbelief, mingled with annoyance that crossed his face.

"What? You're here at 3:30 in the morning, because you are having a fight with your brother?!"

Isabel flushed, tears rushing to her eyes.

"I'm sorry! It's just that... who can I talk to about this? Max is basically refusing to let me pursue any romantic relationships. First Alex, then Grant, now..."

She trailed off, risking a glance at the Sheriff. She could see the wheels in his head turning.

"I think I understand."

She let out a shaky breath, relieved.

"Max is saying that we 'can't get too involved'. We have to remain 'apart'. He's beginning to sound like Michael! I mean, it's not like I'm letting anyone new in on our hybrid status!"

The Sheriff wore a confused expression, sinking down next to her on the couch.

"But, if the person already knows about your... very green cards... what's the problem? I mean, Kyle..."

She looked up at him, startled.

"No... Not Kyle! Well, Max thinks it's Kyle, but, well..."

Maybe he was too tired for all of this stuff about these kids and their relationships. Who could keep track? He frowned.

"Well, if it's not Kyle, who is it? What does it have to do with me?"

Isabel, for once, seemed struck dumb. Finding her intertwined fingers to be very interesting, she didn't respond, flushing red.

"Isabel..."

Not Alex, not Kyle, not Grant. Obviously not Max or Michael. That left no one. He frowned, trying to think of anyone else.

"Then who?"

Oh

"Uh..."

Isabel grabbed his hand, as realization spread over his features.

"Look, before you say anything, just let me explain!"

He looked at her, obviously befuddled.

"Me? Isabel, I'm old enough to be your father. You're barely legal. I mean, I feel like your father!"

She blushed, and looked away.

"We both know that's not exactly true, Sheriff."

He stiffened, straightening his back.

"What do you mean?"

Isabel almost smiled. Almost.

"I've... I've dream walked you."

Oh, shit. That could mean only one thing.

"I've seen, well I've seen everything."

Everything?

"Just how many times have you dream walked me?"

She bit her lip.

"I've been doing it every night for about a month."

His face blanched.

"And you've been doing me... the dream me... for at least the same amount of time."

She arched an eyebrow at him.

"Speaking of which, I look way better naked."

The Sheriff let out a short laugh.

"I'll keep that in mind."

She smiled, seductively.

"Look, Isabel, I'm a guy. Not to be crude, but you happen to be great fantasy material. I mean, show me a guy... other than your brothers... who wouldn't dream about you every now and then."

Her eyes flashed hurt, and then anger.

"Hey, this isn't every now and then, pal. This is every night. Explain that."

He remained silent.

"I may dream about you, Isabel, but those are just dreams. I wouldn't act on them... I couldn't."

Isabel sniffed, tears beginning to fill her eyes.

"Why not? I'm nothing more than a pair of legs and tits?!"

The Sheriff's eyes widened.

"No, no! It's not that! Isabel, you're a wonderful girl... woman. I just would never presume that you'd ever be interested in someone... well someone as old as me."

Wearing regret in his eyes, it was his turn to look away.

"Why would you think that?"

Isabel's voice was soft, as she reached a hand up to his cheek, turning him to look at her.

"The first time... the first time I dream walked you, I was just curious about what your dreams were.... I didn't expect... I mean, I hoped..."

She trailed off, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"But why do you think I kept dream walking you? I... I felt adored by you. I mean, Alex's dreams always made me feel like I was some sort of goal; a prize - perfect, on a pedestal. With Grant... well, his dreams were far from G rated. That's all they were, sex. With you I feel like you know me. You know what'd it be like to be with me, to love me, to take of my clothes. I'm totally enveloped, like you love every part of my soul as much as you love every part of my body."

She dropped her hand from his face to his knee, and bit her lip, worried that she'd said too much. Jim had a stunned look on his face, a deer in the headlights, if you will.

"Isabel... I..."

He cleared his throat, shifting closer to her on the couch.

"I do adore you. That is to say, I am in awe of the young woman you've become", he let his eyes travel her frame. "in every sense of the word."

He shook his head, as if to clear it.

"But that's another part of me. Those dreams aren't reality, they're just things my mind comes up with... no pun intended."

He didn't even mean the words as he said them. Still, he couldn't indulge himself with the belief that she might return his feelings.

"I don't believe you."

Dammit. He never had been a good liar.

"These dreams, they leave me... hot."

Ok, so it sounded sort of cheesy, but it was true. Isabel knew the effect her words would have on him. The Sheriff swallowed, with difficulty.

"The things you do to the dream me... I'd be lying if I didn't say that I was jealous."

He gave her a rueful, if not wholly aroused grin.

"Isabel, there's no need to humor me."

She shook her head, removing her hand.

"No, it's true. Sheriff..."

"Jim." He interjected.

"Jim... I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I mean, I know what to do with myself, but that isn't enough."

Her blush alone was enough to harden him.... more. He had just woken up, after all.

"What were you dreaming about before I knocked on your door?"

Understanding flashed Jim's face, followed swiftly by embarrassment.

"Ah... oh, that."

Had he been blind? Her nipples fought against her thin tank top, hard as pebbles. Unconsciously, he wet his lips. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Jim?"

His eyes darted back up to her pleading eyes.

"You know what I need."

He wasn't even sure that he'd heard her speak. Her lips... they moved. He knew that much. Slowly, he closed the space between them. Angling his head, he gently captured her mouth in his.

Gentle lasted about ten seconds.

Isabel shuddered as the Sheriff's... Jim's tongue swept across her lower lip, begging entrance. Moaning, she complied, freeing the recess of her mouth to his exploration. As much as she loved Alex.. as a friend, of course, the kid had nothing on this guy... man. Even Grant... wait. Why was she wasting time, thinking about other guys? She pressed herself closer to Jim, inviting him to sample every part of her.

Jim felt the couch drop out from under him as Isabel uttered another throaty groan, stroking his tongue with her own. Who had taught this girl to kiss? He was partially upset that it hadn't been him. Ok, he would be upset, were rational thought coming into play.

He allowed her tongue to explore his mouth, sucking it gently. She tasted like strawberries and tabasco... addicting. Part of him couldn't believe that this was actually happening... the fantasy brought to life. The girl wanting him just as much as - if not more than - he wanted her.

Their tongues continued their explorations, each demanding more from the other. Only the need for oxygen forced them to part, panting.

Isabel had worn her hair up, unfortunately. Jim took a minute to correct that action, unclipping it from the twist behind her head. He ran his fingers through it, trying to massage away her inhibitions. She opened her hooded eyes, melting him with her smoldering gaze.

"Jim..."

Her tongue darted out, tasting her lips... tasting him. With a groan, he pulled her back to him, fusing his mouth over hers. This was quickly turning heated... desperate. Struggling against every biological instinct, he drew back from the temptation of her lips, releasing his hold on her head.

She looked stunned at the loss of contact, confused, even. He gave her a reassuring grin, before planting a soft kiss on her eyebrow.

"Just slowing it down a little."

She nodded her understanding, still looking slightly hurt.

"I don't just want to jump into bed, Isabel... I want to take time... get to know you."

At that, she grinned.

"I think you already know me, and what I want... I've seen what you want to do with me, and I want it just as badly.... more."

What was it about this girl that made him feel like a teenager? Rushed, horny, desperate... He had been doing more laundry than Kyle lately, and that was saying something!

He pulled Isabel's hair away from her neck, nuzzling her ear. He gloried in her soft moan, and in the hand that she brought up to stroke his cheek.

He hadn't shaved in a day or so, and was beginning to think that he had made a smart decision.

Isabel seemed to think so, as well.

Jim began to plant kisses down her neck, pausing to lick her pulse point. Hearing her gasp, he brought his entire mouth down on her neck, sucking deeply.

Forgoing the usual "breast route", Jim allowed his hand, already conveniently located on Isabel's bare knee, to travel upwards, and inwards. He smiled against her neck, as he heard her sharp intake of breath. What could he say? He liked to keep them guessing.

"Just relax", he murmured against her ear.

She laughed. "You make that pretty damn difficult."

His response was a grin, as he began to trace lazy patterns on her inner thigh.

She sighed, closing her eyes. Without realizing it, her legs spread wider, giving him more access. He groaned at her action, fully aware of all that it meant. She was trusting him with everything. Her body, her inexperience.

He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, as his hand moved higher, stroking the soft skin of her upper thigh. Perfection, that was what she was. He wondered if she had worn a skirt for this reason. It certainly was convenient.

His hand crept higher, nearing the apex of her thighs. The heat was incredible, and he felt her moisture leaking onto her upper legs.

He had done that to her.

Unable to resist any longer, he brought his hand up to cup her sex. She was wearing panties, unfortunately, but their thinness left little to the imagination. She was so hot... so wet... his fingers against her brought an even greater rush of moisture. She whimpered at the contact.

His fingers played with the edge of her panties, and he considered moving them to the side so that this exploration of her would be unencumbered. But... this was Isabel. Simply touching her would not do, he wanted to see her... all of her.

He pulled away from her mouth, her hands still on his shoulders.

"Isabel."

"Mmm?"

"Stand up."

She looked slightly confused at his order, lost in the feelings he was giving her.

He withdrew his hand, and placed it on her knee.

"Stand up."

Frowning at the loss of contact, and at his confusing request, Isabel stood, her back to him.

She was delighted to feel him rise behind her, his hands on her hips, his hardness pressed into her backside.

He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her ear. Her own hands rose to cover his, as he found his voice.

"Let's go into the bedroom."

As appealing as the thought of taking her on the couch was, he certainly didn't want Kyle to waltz in, and be scarred for life.

Jim de-tangled his arms from Isabel's, and grabbed her hand, pulling her after him, and towards his bedroom.

The trip seemed to take an eternity to both of them, although it was only about fifty feet.

She hesitated only a moment, as he eased open the bedroom door, never letting go of her hand.

"Isabel?"

He sighed, and released her hand, seeing her expression of doubt. Of course it was too good to be true. He was old, obviously not what she was looking for. God, she should be out with some 20 something-year-old, at a party... in a dorm room.

Isabel watched all of the emotions play over his face, resignation taking the final place.

"I understand, I was taking advantage of..."

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, as Isabel grabbed his neck, pulling him to her for a bruising kiss.

"No, no you weren't."

She sighed, trying to collect her thoughts.

"I want this, I do... I just don't want you to think that I'm just a little slut, or looking for a one night stand... I want... I want... I don't know what I want."

"Isabel, come into the bedroom."

He held his hand out to her, and she took it. He drew her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Turning the light on low, he turned to face her.

"Isabel, I don't think that you're anything less than a lady, and I don't view this as some random act of lust. I do adore you, I do want you... all of you. If you're not ready for this... I mean, I do understand. I don't want to pressure you."

Isabel gave a relieved smile.

"I do want you."

With a groan Jim pulled her flush against him for another kiss.

She raised her arms back around his neck, letting him devour her.

His hands slid from her hips to the curve of her ass, finding the zipper to her skirt.

With deft fingers, he undid the clasp, and lowered the zipper, sliding his hands inside to cup her panties, pulling her against his hardness.

She let her skirt slip down around her feet, stepping out of both it and her shoes without another thought.

Jim turned her around, so her back was flush to him, and both faced the closet's full-length mirror.

"Black panties?"

She flushed.

"I was trying to be sexy."

In her thin black tank top, and thin black panties, she was just that. A supermodel dropped from the runway, and angel dropped from heaven.

He gave a short laugh.

"Mission accomplished."

His hands toyed with the bottom of her tank top, drawing it slowly over her tanned stomach, planting kisses along her neck.

He couldn't tear his eyes away, as he revealed even more of her body to his hungry gaze.

Finally, he raised the shirt above her breasts, pulling it over her head, and totally off of her.

Hesitating only a second, he brought his hands up to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples slowly.

He was surprised when he felt her pull away, and turn to face him.

"Not so fast, buddy. It's my turn now."

All confusion left his face, when her hands strayed to the hem of his white tee shirt. She slid her hands beneath it, loving the feel of his skin below her fingertips.

He felt her fingers drag slowly up and over his stomach, playing with the spattering of hair they found.

His abdomen tightened in response to her light ministrations.

He pulled her in for a deep kiss, breaking it when she pulled his shirt over his head.

He would have laughed at the lusty, predatory look in her eyes, but it left him breathless. Isabel was laying claim to him with her gaze, as her fingers began their perusal of his torso.

Years on the force had kept him fit and toned. He was perfect in her eyes, despite the few rouge scars that marked his chest and arms.

She granted each one a kiss, rewards for past battles fought.

Her hands dipped lower, playing with the elastic band at his waist, daring to sneak below it.

Her fingers brushed against his erection, causing him to jump. He hissed at the contact, groaning as she wrapped her hand around him.

Eyes closed in bliss, he didn't noticed that Isabel had dropped to her knees until her hand was gone.

There she knelt, her desire worn blatantly in her gaze, her hands hungrily slipping his pants past his hips....

He stepped out of his pants when they fell to his feet, kicking them across the room.

She caressed his thighs before bringing her hand back up to circle him, squeezing slightly.

"Isabel..."

He wasn't the type of guy to turn down a blowjob from a beautiful blonde, but he didn't want her to do anything she'd regret.

She looked up, never removing her hand.

"You're sure... ?"

Her response was to kiss the tip of his cock, darting her tongue out to taste him.

"Well, I guess that answers that question."

She gave him a sexy grin, darting her tongue out to wet her lips. Slowly, oh so slowly, she sunk her pursed lips over his head, sucking gently. Her hand continued to pump him tightly, as she slowly took more and more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head.

She swirled her tongue around his head, as her hand left his shaft, moving lower, to massage his balls.

Jim couldn't stop the loud moan that left his mouth, as her hot mouth drove him crazy, one inch at a time. Unable to restrain himself any longer, her placed his hands on Isabel's head, threading his fingers through her hair.

She liked that as, was made evidence by the moan she uttered... the moan that reverberated throughout his whole body, and made him gasp.

His eyes met the reflection the two of them made, darkening with arousal at the site of Isabel's naked back, his hands snaked into her hair.

While Isabel's one hand continued to tease the sensitive space between his cock and balls, her other hand snaked down her own body, dipping into her own panties.

Jim's confusion only increased when she removed her hand, her fingers wet with her own juices.

Her hand snaked out of view, as her lips and tongue continued to suction him tightly, pumping him deeply.

He gasped when he felt her finger slid between his ass cheeks, teasing his entrance. Isabel's purpose became clear as her finger circled him tightly, entering him shallowly. As soon as she had penetrated him, her eyes flew up to his.

He was on the brink, bombarded by sensations from every possible direction.

"Oh... god."

Isabel chose that minute to take him fully into her mouth and hum, her finger continuing to tease him.

"ISAAAAAAAABEL!"

With a shout, Jim felt himself explode, surrendering himself to the euphoria she had given him.

He spilled his warm seed inside of her, hands fused tightly to her head.

Isabel took all he had to give, swallowing deeply.

With a pop, she released him, bringing the back of her hand up to wipe her mouth, stained by him.

A drop of his cum fell from her mouth to her breast, glistening.

He pulled her to her feet, hungrily sampling himself on her lips, bringing his hands to her breasts.

He pulled away, at last.

"God, Isabel... that was... that was amazing!"

She blushed.

He kissed her again, gently, and sensually.

"It was perfect."

Their mouths clashed again, as he backed over to the bed, reclining onto it, drawing her down on top of him.

In a moment she was beneath him, his lips wrapped around her right nipple, his fingers pinching and teasing her left.

"Oh... ooooh, Jim!"

He smiled against her breast, moving downwards on her body. He licked her stomach slowly, concentrating on her panty line.

Her taste was enough to harden him again, as he ran his tongue over her cloth-clad sex, sampling her.

Without another thought, he peeled her panties off, revealing her fully to his eyes for the first time.

Beautiful.

His eyes traveled back over her body, up to her face. She was biting her lip, unsure of his silence.

He stretched back up along her body, leaning in to kiss her, deeply.

All the while, his hand was stroking softly over her shaved femininity, teasing her folds.

She spread her legs wider, to allow him more access, as he continued his exploration.

She was so wet, he didn't think he'd be able to stand it. To be inside of her would be beyond anything he had ever dreamed.

Wait, he had dreamed it.

His fingers teased her slit, shallowly probing.

"Jim... please."

That was all he needed to hear. Slowly, he inserted a finger inside of her, biting his lip as he watched her arch her back, letting out a cry of pure pleasure. He reminded himself that he wasn't a teenager again, only capable of lasting 10 minutes... tops. However, with a girl like Isabel... well, this was unknown territory.

Isabel whimpered, grinding her hips against his hand. Complying with her unspoken demand, he slid another finger inside of her body, starting a thrusting rhythm. Isabel was no innocent, that was for sure. Still, this particular experience seemed to be new to her.

He brought his thumb into play, pressing down sharply against her clit.

Her response was instantaneous, as her head flung back, and her inner walls gripped his fingers tightly.

He lowered his mouth to her left breast, sucking deeply, as his fingers continued to pump inside of her.

With a moan, she pulled his head from her chest back up to her face, kissing him deeply.

"I want you inside of me."

He gave her a roughish, if not wholly aroused look.

"Wait..."

He removed his hand, and she practically cried at the loss of contact.

She probably would have, but his mouth was quick to cover hers, stealing her lower lip.

He pulled away from her, as soon as he felt her go slack, pliable.

"Now, Isabel."

She spared him a look through her hooded eyes.

"You wouldn't deny me the chance to taste you, would you?"

The girl actually looked confused for a moment.

All bewilderment left her eyes, however, as Jim brought his hand... the hand he had been using on her... up to his mouth. Finger by finger, he licked his hand clean, as her eyes became more and more desperately aroused.

He pulled her legs off of the edge of the bed, sliding down to the floor in front of her.

Kneeling before her, he spread her legs.

She wanted him so badly... he could see it, smell it, and practically taste it.

He wondered if she knew how incredibly sexy she was. Judging by her embarrassed blush, he assumed not. He lowered his mouth to her inner knee, making a meal out of it.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Her response was a self-conscious laugh. His was to slowly lick his way up her inner thigh.

At the apex of her legs he paused, his eyes meeting hers.

Slowly.... far too slowly... he slid his finger back inside of her, loving the feeling of her sex around his body, the sight of her chest heaving for air.

He kept her gaze as his mouth lowered between her spread thighs. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her folds, sliding inside. As his finger continued to pump, his mouth continued to explore... tasting everywhere except where she wanted him... needed him.

He licked a leisurely circle around her clit, never bringing down the pressure that he knew she needed so badly.

"Jiiiim..."

He halted his ministrations, meeting her eyes.

"Yes?"

The single word reverberated through her to the core, causing her to throw back her head with another groan.

"Oh GOD, Jim! PLEASE!"

That was all he needed to hear.

With what might have been a smile, he began to pump his fingers into her harder, faster. His gaze met hers for a split second, as his tongue darted out to flick her clit. Another second later he brought his entire mouth down on her, sucking deeply.

Isabel's eyes closed in euphoria, as his tongue began to move against her harder still.

"Oh, God yes... oh JIIIIIIIIIIM!"

She screamed his name as he brought her to her climax, his tongue never letting up in its relentless exploration of her sex.

Her thighs clamped against the sides of his head, as her walls held his fingers captive.

Jim watched with aroused fascination as Isabel arched off of the bad, her body trashing spasmodically with her orgasm. His tongue continued to move over her with leisurely strokes.

He'd never have enough of her.

She sighed, and he felt her relax. He planted a last kiss on her inner thigh before moving back up over her body, lying down next to her. She let out a soft purr of satisfaction, rolling over to pull him over her.

"Wow."

He grinned.

"Why, thank you."

She giggled softly, pulling his head down for a kiss. He drew her against his chest, deepening the kiss. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths slowly and leisurely as his hands slid down her sides, caressing her skin.

He deftly moved his hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly between his fingers. Isabel moaned softly, arching against him.

She was liquid fire, unquenchable. He was fast becoming addicted to her.

He dropped his hands to her waist, absently tracing patterns on her hip. Their mouths still fused, he rolled off of her and to the side, holding her fast to him the entire time.

"Isabel"

He left her mouth, planting deep kisses on her throat, her collarbone.

"Hmm?"

She opened her hooded eyes, flicking her tongue out to taste her lips. He paused from his ministrations, moving back up to look her in the eye.

His lips were so close to hers she could feel his breath flooding her own lungs.

"What do you want, Isabel?"

She didn't kiss him. She held his gaze as her hand dropped from his chest to his cock, taking it into her hand. Squeezing him slightly, she reveled in the site of him biting his lip, the feel of him arching against her body.

"You, Jim. I want you. I want you to take me. I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me."

His breath was short, but he still managed to let out a short laugh.

"Then we want the same thing, don't we?"

She kissed him then, her lips parting to emit his hungrily thrusting tongue. A prelude, really.

Jim slid his hand between her thighs, loving how she readily spread them apart to his searching fingers. He wanted her to be ready and waiting for him. Sex was supposed to be pleasurable, after all. He shouldn't have worried. She was slick to the touch, her earlier orgasm having only been temporary relief for her teenaged lust. She needed him, physically needed him. With great power comes great responsibility. He'd make her come, all right.

Releasing her for a second, Jim reached over her body to his bedside table, pulling a condom from the drawer.

"What are you..? Why do you need that?"

Pausing in the motion of closing the drawer again, Jim glanced down at Isabel, surprised by her question.

"What do you mean? I don't think we need little baby aliens running around Roswell. It would just cause unneeded press attention."

He offered her a cocky grin, confident in his potential potency.

"No, I mean..."

She brought her hands up to his chest, running her nails over his pecs.

"I'm on the pill, Jim."

The look he gave her smoldered. His eyes ran over her body. He was a starving man being offered a seven-course feast.

"Mind if I ask why?"

She let out an offended huff.

"To regulate me Jim, regulation! Jeeze, get your mind out of the gutter."

He took note that her hands continued to tease him, even as she played the insulted damsel.

"I like it in the gutter."

She arched an eyebrow at him, and he let out a mock snarl before chucking the condom across the room and shifting his body completely over hers.

"I don't have anything."

She smiled up at him, trusting.

"I know. You wouldn't have let me..."

She blushed.

"You wouldn't have put me in danger."

She brushed her lips against his.

"Never."

She spread her thighs apart, cradling him against her.

He marveled at how perfectly they fit together, nearly the same height. Bracing his hands to her sides, his eyes searched her face for any lingering doubts.

"You're sure."

It was a statement, not a question. She smiled up at him, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek. Jim's lips moved over her palm, loving the taste of every part of her. She drew his head down for another kiss, her hands moving to his hips, encouraging him to move against her.... inside of her.

With a soft moan, he complied with her unspoken request, sliding the tip of his penis between her slick folds. She was tight as hell, warm and supple. It took all of his control not to simply thrust into her, but he wanted to let her adjust to the feel of him. He knew he was stretching her more than she was used to, judging by her quickened breathing.

Her intact hymen stopped his slow and steady progress.

"You're...?"

He looked at her, searchingly. He hadn't been sure what to expect. This was a pleasant surprise.

"Yeah. I.... I just didn't want you to think that I didn't know... that I wasn't..."

He cut her off with a kiss. He felt her relax against him, as he dropped a hand to where their bodies joined, massaging her aroused clit.

She moaned against him, and he pulled back from the kiss, removing his hand.

Bracing himself over her, he closed his eyes, as her hands reached up to tweak his nipples.

"I love you."

She whispered it, but it was still said. Without another thought, he pulled out of her, pausing only a second before thrusting back in, and through her last barrier of innocence.

He gasped at the feeling of her surrounding her, reveling in the sweat beaded on her forehead, and the way she bit her lip.

"I love you."

He bent his head to hers, backing up his words with a searing kiss that left them both breathless.

He pulled out, nearly to the tip. A half a second later he thrust back into her, setting a steadily building rhythm. Isabel met him thrust for thrust, their bodies creating an unbearable friction.

She moaned, rubbing her open mouth against his shoulder as they moved together.

"Oh, god... Jim..."

Everything had happened so fast, but it seemed so right. He and Isabel fit together, complemented each other's bodies. Complimented each other’s souls. All of his emotions played across his face as they moved together, their bodies tensing with the unbearable tension they were creating.

Isabel saw the awe in his eyes, scarcely believing herself that they had found each other. That they had become so perfectly joined.

"I... know..."

She managed to breathe out, pulling her fingernails down his back, as he continued to move inside of her.

"Isabel.... oh GOD Isabel!"

She threw her head back in ecstasy, as her hips continued to thrust against his, grinding into his body, clenching his cock inside of her.

"Ooooooooh! Oh Jim! Oh god!"

She thrashed under him as her orgasm overtook her. He had done that to her.

"ISAAAAABEL! Oh, ISABEL!"

As she tightened around him, he came, thrusting deeply once more as he spilled inside of her.

Panting, he cupped her face, bringing her lips to his as they shook with the exquisite sensations that each had created for the other.

"I love you... I love you."

He whispered it as he dropped off of her to the side, pulling out of her now still body. She moved closer to him, draping her arm over him.

"I love you too."

She sighed with contentment, laying her head on his chest.

"I can feel your heartbeat."

Jim smiled, as he too felt his pulse slow. Her breath on his chest cooled him, and he brought his hands around her, cupping her against him.

"It's yours now."

She raised her head, pure joy shinning from her eyes.

"You know you have mine."

She bent over him, and he moved his hand up to stroke her cheek, pulling her down for a gentle, passionate kiss.

"I know."

He searched her eyes for any hint of regret, or doubt. He found none. All he saw was her love for him. He knew she must have seen the same thing.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Isabel snuggled back down against him, as he held her close.

He felt her fall asleep, and heard her breathing slow. He planted of soft kiss on her temple.

I could stay awake,
just to hear you breathing.
Watch you smile while you are sleeping,
while you're far away and dreaming.
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender.
I could stay lost in this moment forever.
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.

He was completed. His soul had met its mate, and she fit perfectly- in his bed and in his arms.

With a smile, he too closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

The heart he had given away had been replaced, and both were now beating as one.