The Dancing Lesson A King of Fighters Lemon Fanfic by Deuce (deuce@scsn.net) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Disclaimers, Legal Bullshit, and the Like Be warned before you read this. This story contains explicit depictions of sexual situations. If you are a minor, then you have no business reading this. If you are just one of those fundamentalist Christian shits that gets his/her rocks off by going on about how pornography is corrupting America, fuck off. You aren't worth the flesh you were printed on. Now, if you're not in the above category, read on... but again, be warned before you read this. This is not your typical lemon fanfic. I have attempted to make the characters behave a bit more like real people. None of this tear-the-clothes-off-and-fuckfuckfuck BS I see so much of, way too often. Women don't act like that. This is for those of you who want some realism and romance with your lemon stories. To those of you who can appreciate it, great. If not, don't read it. This story focuses on a lot more than the sex. Expect a long buildup. In other words... this is a love story, with a bit of sex. Hopefully you are mature enough to enjoy it. Also, the Fatal Fury anime is NOT OFFICIAL (and not very good). Lily and Sulia did NOT exist in the official SNK universe. As far as the real story goes, neither of them were ever part of Terry's life. Thus, Terry has no connection to anyone, and my story reflects that. The events shown here are meant to take place several months after the time of Fatal Fury 3: Road to the Final Victory. All characters portrayed herein are copyrighted to SNK Corporation, and no challenge to those copyrights is intended or implied. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was a busy Saturday night at the Bar Illusion. There was a lineup at the front door, but fortunately, Terry had connections here. The bouncer out front waved him in while holding back several other would-be patrons. He stepped inside and looked around. The place was really a lot more than a bar. It was more of a bar and dance club, as there was a sizable dancefloor, with a huge P.A. pumping out whatever was popular at the time. At the moment, the music was some techno dance tune which Terry didn't recognize. However, it did seem to keep the crowd moving, with its four-on-the-floor beat. At the moment, though, he was still exhausted from a long day's work at the construction site. The shower he had taken only forty-five minutes before had eased his tensions though, if only a little. He wondered why he came here so often, when he felt somewhat out of place, and was always still alone when the night was over. Even so, several of his friends tended to frequent this place, and one of them owned it, so it was a pleasant enough diversion. He looked at the bar proper and saw King, who was busily serving up drinks behind the bar. He walked up and took a seat. "Heya, big guy!" said King, smiling warmly at him. "How have you been, and what can I get you?" "You know me, King," he said, "Get me the usual. Foster's Bitter, on tap, if you please." "Coming right up," she said. She pulled out one of the numerous mugs from the overhead rack, and held it up to the tap, filling it to the brim so that the head started to spill over slightly. "Here you go, just the way you like it. Ice-cold and on tap," she said, pushing it over to him along with some napkins. He worked to combat the spill for a moment, and King went on to serve a couple who had just sat down. He sipped at the beer and let out a long sigh, trying to relax after a long day. Getting called in to work all day on a Saturday was not exactly his idea of a fun time. But the job kept a roof over his head and bought him food. He didn't do so much travelling anymore these days, and he didn't like sponging off of Joe's wealth any more than was absolutely necessary to survive. He avoided it whenever possible. He sighed at himself. Here we was, in the biggest social spot in town, and he was sitting there brooding. He took a pull on his drink again. "Terry," said King, now that her customers had walked off to a table, "You look depressed." He smirked at her. "You always say that," he said. "Well, you always look depressed," she remarked. "You need to chill out. Kick your feet up, or better yet, work out some of those tensions on the dancefloor." He chuckled, "I think I'll be okay, but thanks." King shrugged and shook her head. "Whatever you say... let me know if anything earthshattering happens," she said. "Like, say, you pull that broomstick out of your ass and have some fun. I want to take some pictures of that momentous occasion." "Hardy har har." She grinned and patted his shoulder. "I've got to get back to work. See you later!" She turned back to the other patrons of the bar, leaving Terry to finish his drink. He sipped some more of it, then started to turn around. Before he could, however, he felt a pair of slender hands cover his eyes. "Guess who!" came a female voice. Terry laughed. "Umm... Santa Claus." "Try again." "Duck King." "Keep going," said the voice. "Hmmm... Ronald McDonald?" he said. "You lose," she said. The woman took her hands from his eyes and he turned around. There was Blue Mary, grinning at him. She stepped close and gave him a friendly hug. "I wasn't expecting to see you here," said Terry, hugging her back gently. She laughed. "You always know how to make a girl feel welcome, you know that?" "It's a gift." She tugged on his arm. "C'mon, there are no more stools here, let's go over to a table so we can sit and talk." Terry did as asked, taking another quick sip of beer before he stood. King watched the two walk off to a table, and smiled. Maybe Terry would learn to loosen up after all. "So," said Mary, removing her jacket and sitting down. "How is your new job going?" She brought her chair closer to hear him better, as the music was extremely loud. "It's going all right," he said. "Can I get you anything?" She smiled at him. "How about a screwdriver?" He flagged down a passing waitress and ordered her drink. "So how about you?" he asked. "Been keeping busy?" "Oh, you know, same old same old," said Mary. "Captain's a royal pain in the ass, but otherwise, pretty good. Busted a really nasty bunch of drug dealers the other night." She beamed, and it was obvious to Terry that she had been instrumental in the arrests, albeit she was never one to boast about anything. They chatted for a minute, and the waitress returned with her drink a moment later. She sipped at it and asked, "How are Andy and Mai? I haven't heard from them in awhile." "They're okay, last I heard. Andy's still as absorbed in his training as ever, and Mai's... well, she's Mai." Mary laughed. "I can imagine." "I can't, thankfully," said Terry, smiling at her. The two sat and talked for awhile longer, when Mary got an idea. She smiled and scooted a little closer to him. Her sudden proximity made him slightly nervous. "So, handsome... care to dance?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. He blinked. "Well, uh..." "Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Please?" She poked him in the ribs gently, trying to prod him on. He stammered a bit. "Come on, Terry...," she said, a hint of pleading dropping into her voice. "It won't hurt you." Terry sighed, unable to meet her gaze. He took another sip of his beer. He never did know how to deal with this sort of thing. Sure, he found her extremely attractive, but he had never been good at interpersonal relationships. He always figured that he was screwed up in the head enough by himself. Why drag someone he cared about into that mess? "Terry?" Mary asked, wanting to wave a hand in front of his face, but resisting the impulse. "Are you even listening to me?" He suddenly snapped out of his introspection. "I-- I'm sorry, Mary, I'm just a little preoccupied." He looked down into his drink shamefacedly. Mary's brows furrowed as she looked at him. "Jesus Christ, it's not like I'm asking for a fucking wedding ring, Terry. It's just a dance." She started to put on her jacket. "If you don't want to, you know, you always have the option of saying 'no.' You ARE a grown man, after all." He finally looked up and met her gaze. "I know... it's just that...." He found himself unable to finish. This was actually the first time he'd really looked at her this evening. She was dressed to the nines. She was a flirt and a showoff, and they both knew it. But damn, she was gorgeous. She was definitely dressed for clubbing, and for attracting attention. Her entire wardrobe was black this evening, which set off her fair skin and blonde hair amazingly well. She wore a skintight shirt, with an unzipped black leather jacket, and skintight jeans. She was most definitely showing off tonight, and practically every guy in the place had been staring at her. It boggled Terry's mind. Here was a woman who could have her pick of any guy in this place, and yet, for some reason, she wanted to be with him. He didn't get it. Mary did not miss the once-over Terry had given her, and she smiled, hoping to dislodge him from his depression. She held her arms out wide and said, "So, Terry? How do I look?" He took another swig of beer and said, "You know how you look, Mary. You look great. You always look great." She grinned at him. "Well, you always did have a way with words, boy. So what do you say, huh? How about that dance?" Terry flushed slightly red and looked into his drink again. "I... uh...," he stammered. Mary pondered. What was he so nervous about? He seemed to like her, she knew that much, and she could tell he found her attractive, just from his body language. So why the bashful schoolboy routine? She reached forward and put her arm around his shoulder, leaning in close to him. She sensed it was something that bothered him a lot. She gently rubbed his shoulder and whispered to him, "What's wrong...? You know, you can tell me what's bothering you so much. I promise you I won't laugh." He shrugged slightly, though he did feel comforted by her touch. "Well," he said slowly, "I... I can't dance." She blinked. "You can't?" "Nope... I never learned how. Joe was always the partygoer, not me. I never had much of a chance or a reason." Her grin practically took in her ears. She giggled slightly. Terry looked at her angrily. "You said you wouldn't laugh." She smiled and hugged him with the arm she had around him. "No, no, I'm not laughing at you... I just had an idea." He raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?" "I'll teach you," she said. "What, HERE? No way!" he replied, dumbfounded. She flicked his nose playfully. "Don't be silly. I mean we can go back to my place, and I'll teach you how to dance. If you're a good student, I might even fix you some dinner." He scanned her face thoroughly. "You're serious." It was more of a question than a statement. "Of course I'm serious!" she said. She let go of his shoulder and began tugging on his arm playfully. "Come on, big guy, we'll make you into a socialite yet." Still a bit taken aback by all this, but not wanting to irritate her again, Terry complied. The thought of dinner didn't sound too bad either. She led him out to her motorcycle and hopped on. It suddenly occurred to Terry that there was something about an attractive woman on a motorcycle which he found extremely appealing. As he looked at her, she turned and smirked at him. "Well, cowboy? Are you getting on, or are you going to stand there gawking all night?" Both options sounded entertaining, actually. But Terry complied and got on the cycle behind her. He put his arms around her waist and locked his fingers together. She smiled. "Hold on tight," she said. "I don't live too far from here." The two of them roared off into the night. Terry was the object of much admiration and jealousy in the club that evening. *** It didn't really take very long to get to Mary's apartment building. She wasn't kidding when she said she lived close. She led him by the hand up to the door, and input her security access code. Terry looked around. "Nice apartments," he said. She smiled, opening the door for him. "Wait until you see one of them from the inside." She affected a very poor French accent as she held the door. "Ziss way, please, m'sieu." He laughed and entered, and held the second set of doors open for her. His French accent was even worse than hers. "Ziss way, m'amselle, if you would." She smiled and patted his cheek in a very ambiguous fashion as she walked by. She suddenly turned into a Southern Belle. "Why, thank you, kind sir, for your hospitality. Oh, I do believe I may faint." He scratched his head. "That could make it difficult to find the apartment," he said as he came up next to her. "True enough," she laughed, slipping back into her normal voice. She felt happy. First and foremost, Terry was a good friend, and she hated seeing him so depressed. It was indescribably relieving to see him joking around and smiling. He meant more to her than she would typically let on, though. As they rode the elevator up to the sixth floor, they stood apart from each other. She pondered her emotions. She had never told Terry that she cared about him as anything more than a friend. The only person she had told was Mai, and she had sworn Mai to secrecy on that. So Terry went on, oblivious to the fact that the young, beautiful woman standing next to him wanted him to be a lot more than just a friend. The doors opened. "Sixth floor. Appliances, lingerie, and dancing lessons," quipped Mary. He stepped out, giving her something of a puzzled look. He glanced up and down the hallway. "So where's yours?" he asked. She took his hand and led him off to the right, then left at the T-intersection. "Here we go. Apartment 612. Home sweet home." She stuck the key in the lock, and the door opened. Terry looked around as they walked in. "Nice place," he said. It most definitely was. Off-white walls, lots of brass/glass combinations for furniture, and an extremely comfortable-looking crushed-leather sofa. There was a large entertainment center, in which sat a stereo and television. The windows had venetian blinds, which were closed. "How on earth can you afford all of this on a police officer's salary?" She took off her jacket and hung it up on the nearby coatrack. She started to tug at his, and he let her remove it. "I'm not a cop because I have to be. I already have some money... I'm a cop because I like the work. All the job does is supplement the money I already have." She snatched his cap and hung it up on the coatrack as well. He wanted to ask where said money came from, but didn't, as he knew it would be rude. She answered his unspoken question. "I got a sizable amount of cash some years ago from an inheritance. I've just been a smart investor." She smiled at him. "Keeps me on top of things," she said with a wink. Terry missed the wink, as he was looking around still. Then he looked down at himself. A nice apartment, a beautiful woman in very nice clothes, and here he was in jeans and a t-shirt. He suddenly felt very self-conscious. She was quick to notice this. "Terry? What's wrong?" "It's nothing, I'm okay," he said. "Mind if I use your bathroom for a sec?" "Sure," she said, and pointed to the short hallway. "Only door on the right." He thanked her and went in. She sighed a bit, hoping he wouldn't simply regress to his gloom-and-doom state from earlier this evening. Well, she wasn't going to let that happen. He was going to have some fun for once if it killed him. She went to the stereo and popped out the six-disc CD changer cartridge, scanning its contents. After switching a few discs out, she deemed the mix of music to be appropriate. She slid the cartridge back into place, and sat on the sofa, waiting for Terry to come out. *** Due to the sudden attack of self-consciousness he'd had, Terry found himself preening in the bathroom. He checked his clothes and face, and was glad he'd decided to shave before going to the club. He splashed some water on his face and dried off, then scanned her medicine cabinet. Ah-ha. Peppermints. He crunched a few of them, and found them to be extremely strong. He almost screamed, as it felt as though his tongue was getting seared off, but the Lone Wolf endured. He came out of the bathroom, and she smiled at him. "I was starting to worry that you'd fallen in, boy." He wondered to himself why he felt the urge to try and look as good as he could. She was just a friend. There was no way she thought of him like that. Oh well. Mary stood up, and motioned for Terry to come over. "Time for your first lesson." He walked over to her and looked down into her eyes. She returned the gaze for a moment, then coughed. "Ahem... um. Okay, we'll start off with slow dancing. It's really easy, and it'll help get you loosened up for faster stuff." She leaned over and started the music, and a slow rhythm began, with a soft piano melody. Turning back to him, she took his left hand in her right, and put her left arm around his waist. "Now, you put your arm around my waist. Don't be so shy." He did so, resting his hand on the small of her back. "Halfway done," she said, smiling up at him. She began moving her body back and forth in time to the beat, indicating to Terry that he should follow suit. "Pretty simple, huh?" she asked. "This is all there is to it?" He felt a bit foolish for being so afraid of something as simple as this. She grinned. "Just about. Next, we start moving our feet." She started moving her feet in time with the music as well, and Terry followed her lead, and did a pretty good job. After a while, Mary looked up at him. "See? It's nothing to be afraid of, it's fun." He nodded, "Yeah, I suppose it is. Not too much fun when you're alone, though." Her smile faded slightly, and her eyes softened. "You're not alone, Terry," she said. "You... you have me." She leaned her head against his chest, not wanting him to see that her eyes were filled with tears. She released his hand and put both hands around his waist, still hiding her face from him. He didn't know exactly what to do, but he felt it was best to put his other arm around her, as they were still dancing. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't really tell what it was. "Damn it," thought Mary. "How can he be so completely blind? What do I have to do to get him to get the picture? I can't just come out and say, 'I love you, Terry!' I'd make a fool out of myself. And what if he doesn't feel the same way? It'd ruin our friendship... I couldn't handle that." Terry sighed softly. He held her gently in his arms, not understanding why she had gone so silent, but the idea of disturbing her silence didn't seem wise. "She's upset," he thought. "But at what? Me? What did I do? What didn't I do? I wish I knew how to talk to her. She means a lot to me, but I don't know any way to tell her." And so, the two would-be lovers danced in each other's arms for awhile longer. At this point, Mary had calmed down, and just relaxed, enjoying his touch, his embrace. She felt completely helpless. Terry was in similar straits, wanting to tell her that he cared, that she could talk to him if she was upset, that he would be here to help her if she needed someone. But this was a situation completely unfamiliar to him. He'd never been in love before. "Is that it?" he thought. "Am I in love? Does this woman mean this much to me?" She looked up at him finally, her eyes gentle, and a somewhat sad smile on her lips. "Yes," he thought, "she does." "Why is he looking at me like that?" wondered Mary. It was a tender, caring look... the kind she had wanted from him for a very long time. "Do I even dare hope?" Terry was filled with the desire to kiss her, but was afraid. "What if she doesn't feel the same way?" he thought. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Terry?" she said. It was the first time either of them had said a single word in the past 45 minutes. The music continued to play on, soft and romantic songs. She finally decided to test the waters, so to speak. "He may not want this, but I have to know... and I'll never get another chance like this," she thought. He opened his eyes again and looked down at her again. Much to his surprise, she put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down close to her. Before he could say anything, he felt her lips on his... it was a gentle kiss, a tenuous one. He was so overcome with surprise, he couldn't even think to respond. She pulled away, and buried her face in his chest again, this time crying audibly. She sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "He didn't even react... I knew it, I've fucked everything up," she thought. "How could I be so stupid?" she chided herself. He ran a finger through her hair. "Mary...," he said, trailing off. She said nothing, and did not move, save her shaking shoulders. He put his arms around her and held her tightly. "Please don't cry," he said. She continued sobbing. He put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her away slightly, so he could look at her. She kept her eyes shut tight, and turned to the side. "Mary," he said again. "Look at me...." She left out a long, shuddering sigh, and opened her eyes again. He was still looking at her with that same gentle, caring face. She was confused. He brought up a hand and caressed her cheek. "Terry...," she said. He cut off whatever she had been about to say by kissing her, as gently as she had kissed him. She was utterly astonished, but she brought her arms around him and returned the kiss eagerly. She could not believe her good fortune. A lone violin played beautiful, haunting melody in the background. Neither of them noticed. After a few, long moments, Terry broke the kiss and smiled down at her, brushing a tear from her cheek. "I never realized," he began. "...how I felt about you?" she said, almost laughing through her remaining tears. "I know... I thought you never would." Terry shuffled his feet a little bit, and hmmed to himself. "I have to ask that you bear with me on this... this is all kind of new to me. I'm not really sure how to say this." She smiled at him. Could he really be about to tell her what she thought he was? Could she really be that lucky? "I, um," said Terry. "Mary... I think...." She nestled close to him. "What...?" she asked, trying to prod him before he chickened out. "I... think I love you." She held him tightly. Not QUITE exactly the wording she had hoped for, but it was early, yet. He cared about her... and that made her feel as though she was sitting on top of the world at the moment. Mary looked up at him again. "I love you, Terry," she said. She stood on her tiptoes again, and pulled him close for another kiss, this one considerably less tenuous. He ran his hands down her back, caressing her gently. She parted his lips with her tongue, and the two stood locked in their embrace, gently probing each others mouths. They both felt happier than either had felt in a very long time. Maybe now, the two of them could stop focusing on Geese and everything that was WRONG in their lives. A man with a soft voice whispered words of love to an unseen woman, in time to the music. She broke the kiss finally, and gave him her usual, playful grin. "You've been a very good student, Terry," she said. He returned her grin and asked, "So does that mean I get dinner made for me?" She hmmed at him a moment. "Well," she said, blushing slightly, "It's a little late for dinner." He nodded, "True enough, I guess." "How about...," she said, suddenly feeling kind of bashful. Terry blinked. "What?" Mary steeled her nerves to say what she was thinking. "How about breakfast instead?" He smiled at her. "I'll hold you to that. Do, uh, you want me to go and just come back in the morning?" She shook her head. She loved him, but he could be really dense sometimes. "No... I want you to stay with me tonight. Please?" Terry was certainly not one to refuse such an offer. He grinned, feeling kind of silly for not having picked up on her meaning. She led him to the couch and had him sit down. She then sat in his lap and put her arms around him, kissing him softly. He began to ease into the kiss, placing his arms around her waist, but she broke it off, and started running her hands over his chest and nibbling on his ear. He sighed with pleasure. "You have no idea how long I've thought about something like this, Mary...." "Sssssshhh, I know...," she whispered to him, as she tugged his shirttail out from his jeans. She slid it up, running her fingers over his well-muscled chest. He lifted his arms, allowing her to remove the shirt entirely. "He is one damned attractive man," she thought to herself. Mary stood a moment, and straddled Terry's lap. She took to placing small kisses all over his shoulders and neck. He started to tug at her shirt as well. She smiled at him. "One good turn deserves another, right?" he said. She reached down, and pulled the tight shirt over her head, sliding her arms out of the snug sleeves. She wore a midnight blue bra, with the clasp in the back, much to Terry's chagrin. He looked longingly at Mary's slender body, and reached to caress her bare back. She tossed the shirt aside and sighed at his touch. A jazz orchestra played in the background, led by a very skilled saxophone player wailing away. He reached up, fumbling slightly with the clasp, and she grinned at him. "Having a bit of trouble, tough guy?" she asked teasingly. "Give me a sec," replied Terry, grinning back. "Well, don't take too long," she said. "Let me give you some added incentive." With that, she leaned forward, giving him a very good view straight down her cleavage. That seemed to provide him with all the incentive he needed, and he finally managed to undo the bra. He started to slide the straps of the bra off her shoulders to remove it, but she crossed her arms in front of her and held the bra in place with her hands. Terry looked at her, confused. He wondered if he had done something wrong, but the mischievous look in her eye told him she was just having fun. "Do you want to see me, Terry?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. He nodded at her. "Yes...." She slid off of his lap, smiling a crooked smile at him. She didn't know how experienced he was, but she was going to make sure he had a night to remember. He started to lean forward to stand up, but she put her finger on his forehead, effectively preventing him from getting up (note: that really does work). She was careful not to let the bra drop though. "Just sit still for a little bit, Terry." He was a bit confused, and very frustrated, but he did as he was told. Mary smiled at him and reached for the stereo's remote. With the press of a button, the disc changed to something a bit quicker, but not too fast. Just a well-paced, driving rhythm. She set the remote down, and began easing the bra down, allowing Terry a glimpse of one of her nipples. Terry watched her in rapt fascination, becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment, as she slowly revealed herself to him. On a few occasions, he started to reach for her, but she placed her finger on his forehead each time. He finally got the point, and stayed put. He couldn't help thinking she was a horrible tease. He made use of his inability to do much to remove his shoes and socks. She tossed away the bra finally, exposing her ample breasts to him, and continually drifted closer to him as she put on a little show. "Do you want to touch me, Terry?" she asked. He nodded. "Of course I do." She took a long look at him sitting there, essentially squirming in his seat. She couldn't help but notice that he was quite erect, both from the bulge and the way he was sitting. She grinned at him. "Well," she said, "I suppose you've been good... would you like to see the rest of me?" He smiled. "Very much." "Well, stand up first." Terry did so. Mary stood in front of him and looked up at him. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth. Her breasts pressed against his chest, arousing the both of them further. "Well now," she thought, "he's a quick learner. Good." She slid her hands down his back and dug her fingers gently into his ass through his jeans. Terry might have been a bit naive, but he wasn't dense either. His hands made their way to the front of her jeans and began to unclasp her belt, then undid the buttons. He pulled the jeans down off her hips, leaving the dark blue panties where they were for the moment. She stepped out of the jeans and kicked them aside. He broke the kiss and began moving down her body, trailing kisses down her neck. He turned her to face the sofa, and moved behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back against him, allowing her to feel his stiff cock pressed against her. She let a small moan escape her lips. Terry brought his hands up to her breasts and began massaging them gently as he kissed and gently bit at her neck, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. She softly moaned his name as he took her nipples between his fingers, pinching and rolling them. She turned around and sat on the couch, pulling him down in front of her. Without a word, she guided his mouth to her breasts, and he began to suck and nibble on them eagerly. He placed a hand on each breast, and traced a long line upwards between them with his tongue. She sighed in appreciation as his tongue swirled in random patterns over her nipples. After a few minutes of him devoting so much attention to her breasts, she pulled him close for a passionate kiss. When they broke apart again, he leaned back to to work on her breasts some more. Mary wanted more, though. She pushed his head down between her legs. He looked at her panties, and saw that they were very wet. He smiled up at her. "Take them off," she whispered to him breathlessly. "Go down on me..." Terry grinned to himself. He had done this sort of thing before, and he had a few tricks of his own to show her. Plus now he could get a minor revenge on all that teasing she had done to him a little while ago. She lifted her hips off of the sofa, allowing him to pull the panties off her hips, and he slid them off her legs, looking at her again, this time allowing his gaze to drift down between her legs, to the blonde pubic hair and below. He placed his lips midway up her left inner thigh, and started kissing and nipping at the skin, causing her to giggle slightly. "It tickles," she said, smiling at him. He continued his trek up her leg, stopping just short of the outer lips of her pussy. This was partially because he wanted her to tell him to keep going, and mostly because he was getting back at her for teasing. She gasped as he nearly started to lick her pussy, and gasped again in frustration when he didn't. "Terry...," she said sternly. "Be nice...." "You see now, you're not the only one who can be a tease," he said, winking at her. He started running his fingers through her blonde pubic hair, but still didn't do anything to directly stimulate her pussy or clitoris. She felt she was going to go crazy. He looked between her legs and chuckled. "What's so funny?" she asked with a pout. She didn't like to be kept waiting. "So," said Terry. "You *are* a natural blonde." "TERRY!" He started laughing. She harrumphed at him and started trying to close her legs. He prevented this and said, "Oh, come on... I'm just playing." "You could be a little more serious," she said, her lips pouting slightly. She wasn't really upset, she was just frustrated. She hadn't expected him to have quite so much resolve. "You're right," Terry replied, "I can." Without a single word of warning, he dove in, so to speak, running his tongue gently inside her pussy and in a gentle up and down motion. She cried out in pleasure and surprise. She was definitely not expecting him to suddenly show such renewed enthusiasm. She was also definitely not complaining. He pressed his face against her, pushing his tongue as deeply inside her as he could, sliding in and out quickly. She moaned and writhed in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. "Oh... Terry...." He pulled back for a moment, and ran a single finger up and down her pussy lips, not penetrating. She sighed, wondering what he was about to do. He used the lubrication on his finger to begin rubbing her clit gently, and began licking at her again. Her eyes opened wide, and her moaning and gasping grew louder as she practically clawed at the back of his head, trying to pull him even closer. He glanced up at her and stopped a moment, asking, "So I guess you like this?" She didn't even open her eyes. "If you don't keep going right now, I'm going to kill you." He laughed and did as told, this time placing his lips right around her clit. He began flicking his tongue back and forth across it as he sucked on it, just as he had her nipples. He took his index finger and rubbed his fingertip along her pussy lips, not penetrating, just sliding up and down gently. Mary's reaction was even more satisfying with this. Her hips bucked, her back arched, and she was moaning and gasping incessantly. He felt her legs wrap around his shoulders, as her cries reached a fever pitch. Terry knew she was approaching orgasm, and quickened his pace, licking her clit even faster. He started pushing his finger in and out of her pussy slightly. Finally, with a half-cry/half scream of ecstasy, Mary collapsed back onto the sofa, soaked in sweat and breathing heavily. Terry looked at her. God, she was beautiful. "So how do you feel?" Terry asked. "Ask me in a minute," she said. He leaned forward and kissed her gently. He had somewhat expected her to shy away, but she put her arms around him and returned the kiss eagerly. His weight seemed as though it would crush the small woman, but she liked feeling him on top of her. It felt warm. It felt safe and secure. She so rarely felt those sensations anymore. Mary put her legs around Terry and held him close, holding her cheek against his. "I love you so much," she whispered. "I love you too," he whispered back. He felt her embrace tighten around him as he spoke the words. The two lovers lay there in silence, just enjoying their newfound closeness. "Terry...?" she murmured a few minutes later. He replied with a simple, "Hmm?" "Take me to bed," she said. He gave her quick kiss on the lips, and stood in front of her. She held her hands out to him, and he tugged on them to help her to her feet. She started to walk toward the bedroom, but Terry had other ideas. With a deft movement, he placed one arm across her back, and the other across the backs of her knees, then swept her up into his arms. She let out a quick cry of shock. "Terry!" she said, hitting him in the chest lightly with a sparrow-fist. "Put me down, would you?" He smiled at her. "What if I choose not to?" "Bully." Terry laughed. "I know, I'm such an evil, cruel man." He began to walk to the bedroom, careful to carry her in a way so as not to knock anything over on the way. She put her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I like your laugh," she said. Terry blinked. That comment had certainly come out of left field. "What do you mean?" "I like how it sounds," she said. "It's cute." She smiled at him, knowing what was coming. "Cute, huh?" he asked as he stepped into the bedroom. She kissed his cheek again. "How about, I like hearing it because I like being with you, especially when you're happy. And it's really nice to see you happy for a change." "I've got plenty of reason to be happy," he said. He set her down on the bed gently. He started to lie down next to her, but she stopped him. "Uh-uh, boy... I'm not done with you yet," Mary said. She slid over to the edge of the bed in front of him. She hooked her index fingers into his jeans and began to unfasten his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, pulling them down. He stepped out of them, and was left standing in front of her in his boxers. His erection had faded somewhat during their period of relaxation, much to Mary's chagrin. "My turn now, Terry," she said, and gently began rubbing his crotch through the fabric, which got a nearly immediate reaction. Almost instantly, his erection returned. "Much better," she said. She tugged downward on the boxers, which slid off with minimal effort. She took his cock into her hand, stroking it very gently. He let out a small moan of pleasure at her touch. She looked at it carefully, and was not disappointed. She grinned up at him. "You know...," she said. Terry looked down at her. "What do I know?" "You're a natural blonde too." She laughed. "Touche," he laughed. She stroked it a bit more, and kissed the very tip. "I could sit here and tease you the way you were teasing me before, you know." Terry sighed. "I was only doing that because you made me sit there and wouldn't let me do anything while you undressed." Mary grinned. "I know... I'll be nice." "How nice?" "This nice," she said, and took his cock into her mouth with no warning whatsoever. He felt her tongue sliding across the underside and flicking across the tip, and thought he must be in heaven. He moaned out her name softly, and looked down at her. She began to pull him forward slightly, drawing more of his cock into her mouth, then pulled away again. Gradually working into a steady rhythm, she sucked and licked at the head as it slid in and out of her mouth. He looked down at her head, bobbing up and down on his cock, and started running his fingers through her hair. Mary thought of what she was doing, how she was making Terry feel, listening to him calling her name, how it felt to be doing this for him, and was rapidly becoming very aroused again. She brought her right hand up to the base of his cock, and began stroking it as she slid it in and out. Her left hand slid down to her pussy, and she started fingering herself slowly. Terry watched all of this, watched her start to masturbate, and grew even more excited. Mary could sense this, and knew that if she kept up at this pace, he would soon end up coming in her mouth. She was not opposed in the idea, and under other circumstances, she fully intended to make him do just that. Maybe next time. But this was their first time together, and she wanted more than just oral sex, as fun as it admittedly was. She pulled away from him, giving the head of his cock one last kiss. He looked down at her, mildly disappointed. She practically crawled up his body and kissed him. He still stood by the bed, and she was on her knees atop it. Mary looked deeply into Terry's eyes. "I want you inside of me, Terry...," she whispered. "Make love to me...." She slid back and drew him forward, onto the bed. She arranged the pillows at the headboard and had him lie down. At this point, he was willing to do pretty much anything she wanted. He lay on his back and smiled up at her as she sat next to him. "I love you," he told her. "I love you too, Terry," she said. She started to straddle him, but did not guide him inside her yet. "Terry...," she said. "Do you want me?" This was only a half- serious question, as she knew he was turned on, but she wanted to hear him say it. It was important.... "More than anything in the world," he smiled at her. She smiled at him gently. "Do you like my body?" He gave her an incredulous look. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love your body... but I love you more." Perfect answer. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, passionately. His hands found their way to her ass and squeezed gently, causing her to moan slightly into the kiss. She sat up again, lifting her hips off of him, and reached between her legs, taking his cock gingerly into her hand. He felt the head rub gently against her pussy, slightly parting the lips, and then she lowered herself onto him. He slid smoothly inside her, and watched her face intently as he entered her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her breath came in long sighs of pleasure. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, he was fully inside her. She had done this before, but it had been a very long time. And it hadn't been with anyone nearly as important to her. After a long, low moan, she sat still atop him, and leaned forward to place a small kiss on his lips. Terry was perfectly content to let her set her own pace for the time being. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He placed his arms around her and returned the kiss eagerly, passionately. Mary began sliding up and down his body, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy slowly. She felt him tense up slightly at the feeling, and sat up again, placing her hands on his flat stomach. Almost instantly, his hands were on her breasts, massaging them, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers. She smiled down at him. "Does this feel good?" she asked. "You really have to ask?" "I suppose not." He slid his hands back down to her ass, squeezing again as she slowly moved up and down his cock. She felt him squeeze gently, then, as she lifted her hips again, he pushed her back down quickly. She cried out as his cock slid deeper into her pussy than before. Lying down on top of him, she decided to let him set the pace for awhile. His fingers dug gently into the soft skin of her ass, and he began sliding her up and down his. Her erect nipples scraped along his chest, and he felt her tighten up each time he entered. She gasped and moaned as he slid his cock inside her. She kissed him again, but this time it was more urgent, almost frenzied. Her hands ran up and down his chest and sides, occasionally giving him a mild jab with her nails whenever it felt particularly good. Terry quickened his pace, causing her excitement to build further. She groaned as he pushed down hard on her ass, pushing his cock as deep into her pussy as he could manage in this position. He leaned up slightly and began nibbling on her ear, which, as it turns out, was exactly the right thing to do. Her voice dropped to a low, husky growl as she felt an orgasm building within her. She began to nibble and bite at his ear in return, albeit a bit harder than she intended. Terry didn't mind. He whispered in her ear, "Come for me, Mary... let me hear you... watch you...." Hearing this combined with everything else she was feeling sent her over the edge, and she came suddenly and forcefully, digging her nails into his chest. She felt her spasming and continued thrusting into her, trying to make the orgasm last as long as he could. "Oh, Terry...," she gasped. The sound of her moaning and gasping into his ear turned him on immensely. He felt extremely pleased that he was able to make her feel like this. She felt his arms encircle her body, as he continued thrusting in and out of her relentlessly. Finally, the orgasm subsided, and she relaxed again, collapsing atop him. He lay there, running his fingers through her hair, and kissed the top of her head. "You're not worn out already, are you?" he asked her as she tried to get back her breath. "Not... yet," she said. "I just need a minute to rest." She snuggled up to him, feeling physically and emotionally closer to him than she had ever felt with anyone before. "I love you," he said. She just smiled and sighed happily in his arms. "I love you too." "But...," he said. She blinked. Was something wrong? Had she done something to upset him? "God, I hope not," she thought in a slight panic. She leans up to look him in the eye. "But... what?" Terry grinned at her, worried expression and all. "But... I'm not done with you yet," he said, and rolled over so that he was on top of her, his cock still inside her. With only that as warning, he began thrusting in and out of her again. "Terry!" she said, gasping and moaning. She had gotten very relaxed, and hadn't really expected this. It felt extremely good though. "I said I wanted to re--" She didn't get to finish her sentence, as he kissed her, silencing her token protests. He slid his tongue into her mouth, and her lips closed around it, sucking on it gently as his cock pumped in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around him, her protests very much forgotten. He pulled away and grinned down at her, "You were saying?" She shook her head, indicating that she was currently not in the mood for talking. Her legs tightened their grip around him, pulling him close again. He resumed his thrusting and watched her as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. Her smooth skin gleamed with sweat as her breasts moved in time to his rhythm. He continued relentlessly, deliberately holding back his own orgasm as best he could, to make her come again. She listened to his breathing gradually grow rapid and short, turning into gasps. Shortly after, she orgasmed again, her back arching as she cried out in ecstasy. This time was not as strong, but it was enough. She collapsed back onto the bed, and could tell from listening to Terry, and feeling how tense he was, that his own orgasm was near. She smiled up at him, "Your turn, hot shot...." She reached up and pulled him close, whispering to him. "I want you to come for me," she said. These words made him step up his pace slightly, but he pulled up to look at her and said, "I'll have to pull out when I do...." She shook her head and gave him a quick kiss. "It's all right... I'm on the pill." She winked at him, and drew him close again. "Come for me," she whispered. "Come inside me...." That was all the invitation he needed. Her warmth, her body, her wetness, her voice, all added to the pleasure he felt. He pushed deeply inside her one last time, and with a half-uttered groan of pleasure, he started to come, spilling his semen inside her. His pace slowed as he came, and she held him close, running her fingers through his hair until he finally relaxed, his muscles finally releasing all their tension. She ran her hands up and down his back, caressing him gently, her legs still holding him loosely. She enjoyed feeling his weight on top of her. "Was that good?" she asked him. He was still panting for breath. "Ask me again when I can move," he replied, mostly talking into the pillow. She laughed and kissed his ear. "I can handle having you immobile for awhile, I think." After a few long minutes, Terry rolled onto his back, reversing their positions. His gradually softening member was still inside her. Mary rested her head on his chest and sighed happily. He kissed her forehead. "You know, we made a bit of a mess," he said. She snuggled up to him and said, "I don't mind... I have other sets of sheets to put on the bed." "Shouldn't we get a shower?" "Not yet...," said Mary. "Can we just... stay like this for awhile?" She wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as possible. Terry certainly didn't mind. "Sure...." He reached for the blanket and pulled it over the both of them, then cuddled her close. And so, the two lay there for awhile in each other's arms, their passion spent. Out in the den, the music had stopped... but neither one had noticed. A few hours later, Mary awoke, her cheek still resting against Terry's chest. She looked up and saw that he was awake. He smiled at her, a loving smile that filled her heart. "Finally awake, sleepyhead?" She slid up and kissed him. "How long was I asleep?" "Just a couple of hours," he said. "I know you haven't just been lying here staring at me this whole time," Mary replied. He smiled, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. "No," he said. "I've only been staring about half the time. The rest, I was asleep too." Mary smiled. He returned the grin and asked, "So, you're on the pill, huh? You weren't planning something like this, were you?" She shook her head. "No... it's more of a contingency plan. I'm usually on it, just in case thickskulled guys I fall in love with ever pick up on my hints." He laughed. "Thickskulled!" he said. "You'll pay for that." He started to tickle her. Much to his delight, he found she was quite ticklish. Especially on her stomach. In a few moments, she finally surrendered. "Uncle!" she yelped. "I give! Uncle!" He smiled and hugged her. "Learned your lesson, huh?" "Meanie," she pouted at him, then smiled. She rested her head on his shoulder. "What time is it?" "About 4:30 in the morning," he said. "Whoa," she said. "I wasn't expecting it to be so late. How about that shower, big guy?" He grinned. "Sounds like a plan to me." So, the two finally made their way out of bed and into the shower, cleaning each other off and exchanging embraces and kisses almost constantly. After they got out and dried off, they changed the sheets and went back to bed. Mary drifted off, glad that finally she had the man she loved and wanted, happy to be with him. Terry's last thoughts before he fell asleep were that he should have known sooner, but better late than never.... *** Morning came. Morning very nearly went. At around 11:15, Mary woke finally. She smiled at her newfound love, who still slept peacefully. With some effort, she disengaged his arms and stood up, stretching. She leaned over him and kissed his forehead. "You were quite a good student indeed, Terry," she whispered. "I guess now I have to keep my original promise." She stretched and went to her closet, pulling out a silk bathrobe and putting it on. She went off to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast she had promised. Terry was awakened by the smell of frying bacon. His mouth immediately began to water. He got out of bed and pulled on his boxer shorts, and went out to the kitchen. He looked at her and chuckled as she worked with the bacon to keep it from cooking too much. "Wow," he said. She looked up at him and smiled. "Good morning, handsome," she said. "What's so amazing?" He moved behind her and put his arms around her waist, and gave her neck a small kiss. "I never realized a tough policewoman like you could be so... domestic." She reached up and flicked his nose. "Smartass." He goosed her. "Nice ass." "Hey!" she said, squirming. "Do you mind, I'm cooking here." "Are you ever." She clucked her tongue. "You're horrible!" "That's not what you said last night," he teased, kissing her neck again. "Would you go and sit down?" she said, trying to act annoyed but failing. "It'll be ready in a minute." Terry finally did as told, and watched Mary as she busied herself in the kitchen. He reflected on the events of the previous night... and was still amazed that this woman loved him. A beautiful, smart, funny woman actually cared about him. Terry Bogard. She brought him the food and sat in his lap as he ate, which he found rather distracting, but he really didn't mind. It was a lazy Sunday, and they had nothing they needed to do. So they spent it as best as they knew how. The day passed slowly, the new lovers sharing stories, thoughts, and ideas. Both felt as though a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders. That night, they made love again, and lay in each other's arms once more. Terry drifted into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, and Mary nestled against him. She pondered how things had changed, and how much would change in the near future. She was glad that Terry seemed happy for a change, and was also glad to be able to share in that feeling with him. As sleep overtook her, her last thoughts echoed through her mind. In the morning, her duty would call, and Terry would have to go back to his job as well... but that was tomorrow. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And so it ends. Hopefully, you enjoyed it. If so, feel free to email me with your comments. If you didn't, go away. You didn't have to read this far. Anyhow, this is the first/only (and likely to remain so) lemon story I've ever written. I wouldn't really consider it a lemon in the strictest sense of the term, but there you go. This was mostly written in protest to all the poorly-written lemon fics out there, most of which are severely lacking in believability and/or anything remotely close to emotion. It's also my way of giving my own development to two very overlooked characters. If you'd like to see more stuff from me, let me know. Thanks. ^_^ As a final note... if you know who I am from other areas and are shocked that I would write something like this... don't be. 'Nuff said. 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