The Dancing Lesson
                   A King of Fighters Lemon Fanfic
                      by Deuce (deuce@scsn.net)

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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.
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	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.
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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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