Huge, HUGE thanks and love to Scoob2222, who wrote the NC 17 portion of this fic and did it 20,000 times better than I ever could. She is my hero.


He sat at his desk and watched silently as the clock hanging on the wall of his office ticked away and ushered in the midnight hour. He sighed and looked back down to the pile of paperwork in front of him, knowing he could have been home an hour ago had he been focused on getting it done. But he was tired after this latest work day turned night, and the pile of papers seemed to grow larger instead of smaller as the hour dragged on. He even caught himself nodding off s couple of times, jolted awake once by the ring of his phone and another time by the thud of his own head sliding off his hand to the desk underneath.

Then the thought occurred to him. Yes, George had dumped this on him with the half-threat that he'd better get it done and sent off to Division before the night was over, a threat he then followed up on crawling home and crashing himself. Anger began to simmer at the very thought of the CTU director curled up asleep in a warm & comfortable bed, so he cast it out of his mind before deciding that leaving the paperwork to be finished the next day was not a fireable offense. He turned off his desk light and tossed the pen in his hand down haphazardly before pushing his chair backwards with his heels and straining to stand up out of it. He tried to ignore the pins & needles shooting through his newly awakened legs and feet as he pushed the chair back into the desk and turned to grab his jacket across the room. He had reached the door and had his hand wrapped around the handle when the phone rang from his desk.

He closed his eyes and dropped his head as the first ring faded and gave way to the second, the urge to ignore it and continue on his way almost overwhelming. But by the third ring he let his hand leave the door and fall to his side, sighing heavily as he returned to his desk and yanked the phone off its cradle. He pressed it to his ear and scowled as he bitterly answered, "Almeida."

"Yeah, Tony, you wouldn't believe who LAPD just dumped on our laps," came the answer from an analyst also working overtime.

"Who?" he asked, glancing back at the clock and cringing slightly.

"Kim Bauer. Apparently today's her birthday, and some cops picked her up for celebrating a little too hard. I guess she convinced one of them to bring her here, but I'm not really sure how."

A dull ache spread from his gut as Tony squinted and prayed to God he had heard wrong. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Nope, no joke. And she asked for you specifically, too."

He took a breath and held it, pausing only briefly before replying, "Alright...take her to the conference room. I'll be down in a minute."

Tony hung up the phone and hesitated before heading on his way. He hadn't seen Kim, or her father, since her mother's funeral four and a half months ago. He knew what he heard - that she & Jack were barely speaking, and that Jack wasn't the only one on a downward spiral of sorts - but it wasn't his business anymore, or so he thought. Putting sleep out of his mind for the thousandth time that day, he turned and headed for the door - and managed to walk out of it this time.


His surprise had turned to annoyance on his way down to the conference room, clouding his mind with the realization that he was going to have to call Jack for the first time in months, and to tell him this? He was already sifting through his thoughts, trying to piece together a way to break it to him lightly when he reached the room and mindlessly swung the door open without thought as to what he would find inside.

Kim, sitting stiffly with her arms crossed tightly against her chest, looked up at the sound and met Tony's eyes before quickly reverting to staring at the table in front of her. He came to a pause in the doorway and narrowed his stare, the general unpleasantness of the situation increasing exponentially when faced with the reality of her attire. Returning Kim to her father was going to be challenging enough - but returning her in the lowest of low-slung jeans, spike heels and a barely passable black tank top, well, that was pushing it.

He looked away and stepped inside, approaching the two police officers escorting her and signing a couple of release forms they handed to him, all without a word. Nods were exchanged and the cops were gone, presumably as tired as everyone else was. Then they were alone, the awkwardness palpable but not unbearable as Tony slowly stepped forward and, still not earning more from her than a seemingly shame-tipped sideways glance, perched himself on the table to her right and finally broke the ice.

"Listen, Kim," he said quietly, "I'll take care of the charges. I don't think they were planning on pushing very hard anyway,'ll be free to go home."

"Thanks", she nodded, seemingly gripping her arms even tighter and catching his eye.

"You okay?" he asked cautiously, watching her eyes finally rise to his with a blank but nervous sheen. It then dawned on him that this was her first time back at CTU since Teri had died, something he should have realized long before now.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I'm okay. Just...tired."

"Yeah, well," he chuckled lightly, "unfortunately, I can relate to you there." He then paused and pulled his cell phone from his pocket and opened it, dialing a number that he could still punch in without looking. "Let's get this over with so we can both go home."

Her eyes shot up as he pressed the phone to his ear. "Who are you calling?"

"Your father," he answered as the line began to ring.

"You can't call my father," she suddenly announced urgently, eyes widened and determined.

"What? Why not?"

"Because," she said as she sprung forward out of her chair and took the phone out of his hand to close it herself, "you can't."


"Do you have any idea what he's going through right now?" she asked coldly, setting the phone down on the table with a thud. "This is the last thing he needs to know about. Please, Tony, for him, just...just don't tell him."

He wanted to argue, but he knew he couldn't, and frankly, it was a relief to consider the possibility of not having to call him after all. "Alright," he finally conceded with a nod after a long pause.

Visibly relieved, Kim dropped her shoulders and turned, wandering across the room and silently staring through the walls to the outside floor. Tony knew he should get off the table and call the appropriate department to order a car to take her home, but watching her stand there, alone and trying so hard to hold herself together and mask the misery that nobody could blame her for, left him with an odd sense of obligation tugging at his conscience. People had a habit of doing the bare minimum and then casting her off on somebody else to deal with, maybe including himself in the past, and he didn't want to be another continuation the cycle. Bringing his feet to the floor, he cleared his throat to get her attention and, without really knowing why, made an offer that seemed like a good idea at the time.

"Look, um...I'm on my way out of here, too, so if you can wait here for ten minutes while I finish up, I can take you home myself."

She paused, searching his eyes to make sure he was serious, before nodding and pursing her lips into a tight smile. "Okay."

"Okay," he repeated, turning to leave before stopping himself and, shooting Kim a pointed look, took his jacket off and stepped forward to drape it around her shoulders.

"It's like 75 degrees outside," she protested as he buttoned it up to cover the skin exposed by her top.

"I don't care if it's 100 degrees outside," he replied. "You're wearing it."

Kim rolled her eyes and secretly thanked God, feigning annoyance as he picked up his cell phone from the table and shoved it back in his pocket before promising to be back in ten minutes. The door swung shut behind him and she released a heavy sigh, hoping he'd take his time. The only place she wanted to be less than CTU tonight was home.



What next, Kim muttered under her breath as she opened the passenger door and stepped out of the SUV to see how Tony was faring underneath the smoke-billowing hood. There had been some frightening clanking sound heard before the whole vehicle came to an abrupt stop, leaving just enough time to pull over to the side of the highway before it seemingly gasped its last breath.

Tony looked up from the hopeless maze of machinery in front of him to find Kim hovering nearby, checking up on his progress. "So, are we stuck?"

He straightened and closed the hood with a loud thud, sighing, "Well, we're not getting anywhere in this car. I should be more surprised. Car's just a couple of months old.."

"Sorry," she half-smiled, turning her eyes to the traffic passing by in the lanes next to them. It was starting to get chilly, and her faint buzz was lingering and turning into a headache - suddenly home didn't sound like such a bad idea.

"No, look, I'm sorry," he replied, rolling back his sleeve to check the time on his watch. "You should have been home a long time ago. Come to think of it," he sighed, "so should I."

"So what do we do?" she asked, watching as he glanced across the road and paused before giving his answer.

"Listen," he began quietly, almost cautiously, "my apartment isn't two blocks from here. It wouldn't take long to walk to, and I could call you a cab as soon as we got there."

Kim let her eyes fall to the ground as she felt an odd nervousness start to take root in her gut, for reasons she wasn't sure of. Casting it off, she finally nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"Alright," he nodded, turning to close the open doors of the truck. Then they were off on their way, walking side by side as cars swooshed past and the air grew steadily colder. Silence hung lazily in the air, broken only when halfway to their destination, a drop of water on his head caught Tony's attention.

"The hell...?" he muttered, coming to a stop and looking up at the darkened sky above them before another drop fell, followed by another.

"You've got to be kidding me," Kim wearily added as the sprinkles turned into a steady stream. The steady stream didn't waste time turning into a fairly heavy shower, and with a mild squeal, she pulled his jacket over her head and broke into a sprint. Quickly catching up with her, Tony looked over and couldn't help but ask, "How is that even possible to do in those shoes?"

"I don't know and right now I really don't care," she replied, half-shouting over the loud crash of the rain against the pavement. "How much farther?"

"Not far," he answered. "We're almost there."


Soaking wet and shivering, Kim clutched his jacket around her shoulders in futility as they finally found shelter up the staircase and into the hallway that led to Tony's apartment door. She waited as he wrestled with the locks impatiently, trembling from the cold himself before the door opened at last. He held the door and motioned for her to walk in first, both dripping small puddles on to the carpet as they entered the darkened room. He flipped the lights on and closed the door, turning as Kim stood awkwardly still and hugged her arms close as she took in her unfamiliar surroundings. She didn't know whether to be nervous, comfortable, or indifferent, but she was somewhere in between a combination of all three after he muttered something about finding her something dry to change into and disappeared down the main hallway.

She took the opportunity to wander around the mostly blank living room, looking for something to help establish Tony's identity but finding nothing - no pictures, no telltale signs of an odd interest or two, nothing. Not even, she was slightly surprised to learn, any random memorabilia of the baseball team she used to listen to her father mock him mercilessly over.

Eventually she drifted to the room's edge and stood at the tip of the hallway, absently glancing down it and turning before immediately doing a double take. His door was open just a crack, but it was enough for her to catch a glimpse of Tony as he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. His back was turned to her, somewhat disappointing her as she continued to mindlessly look on, suddenly catching herself and turning away only when he started unbuckling his belt.

After he changed he walked back to his dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer, trying not to cringe at the irony of what he was about to do. Clearing out that particular drawer was something he had intended to do long ago but never did, maybe to avoid having to think about the memories associated with its contents. At least now maybe it could serve a purpose, he sighed to himself as he pulled out a pair of jeans and a T shirt that Nina had left behind months ago. Hoping she wouldn't ask any questions, he closed the drawer and straightened as he turned for the door.

Trying to hide the somewhat guilty grin on her face, Kim cleared her throat as he re-entered the living room bearing the thankfully dry set of clothes. "Here you go," he said as he handed them off to her, turning and walking towards the phone in the adjoined kitchen as she inspected the clothes curiously.

"So you just happened to have women's clothes lying around your apartment?" she asked through slightly narrowed eyes as he picked up the phone and grinned slightly.

"Something like that," he replied, adding as he dialed a cab service, "Bathroom's down the hall."

"Yeah," she half-rolled her eyes, stepping out of the living room and into the hallway as he looked up in time to watch as she left, glad she didn't press further. Then the line picked up and he gave his address, his voice carrying softly into the hallway before Kim shut the bathroom door behind her and leaned against it, hugging the clothes to her chest as she let out a deep breath. It seemed as if the day were finally grinding to a halt and she could at last let her guard down a little, for some reason feeling safe there despite the fact that safety had become more of a joke than a serious concept in recent months.

Grimacing, she reached down and took her shoes off of her aching feet, wincing as she kneaded lightly and looked up to see her reflection in the mirror above the sink standing in front of her. With a deepening scowl she stepped forward and switched the faucet on, taking her blonde hair down and letting it skim her shoulders as she waited for the water to heat up. When it did she cupped her hands underneath it and splashed her face a few times, washing off the layers of makeup she had applied earlier that day, some of it managing to survive the impromptu outdoor shower. After drying off with a towel that sat nearby she started looking around the bathroom for a comb or brush, eventually opening the medicine cabinet and unexpectedly breaking out into a giggle at the amount of hair products lined up inside.

Meanwhile, Tony sighed and hung up the phone in his kitchen, his mind wandering back to Jack and the late hour. He had to be wondering where his daughter was, if not organizing the entire Los Angeles police department to go out and search for her, and nobody would have blamed him, considering what happened the last time she went missing at midnight. Reluctantly but determinedly, he picked the phone back up and started to dial Jack's number, stopping on the sixth digit when Kim reappeared, glancing him a tight smile and looking away before she could notice him suddenly halting and looking her over. It was one thing to see her in Nina's clothes at all. It was another to see her fill them out better than Nina ever did, save for the several inches of extra denim dragging along the floor. She took a seat on the couch and glanced over just in time to see him turn his eyes away.

""Cab will get here in fifteen minutes," he said quickly hanging up the phone and clearing his throat as she nodded silently. "Can I get you anything? Water or something?"

"No, I'm fine," she shook her head, watching as he paused and slowly made his way into the living room. Unknowingly, she shifted as far into her side of the couch as she could as he sat on the other end, pulling his wallet from a back pocket and fishing through it quietly.

"This should be enough to get you home," he muttered, reaching out a handful of money and getting a scowl in return.

"You don't have to do that. I can pay myself," she replied.

"I didn't say you couldn't," he answered, taking her hand and placing the money in her palm and closing her fist around it. "It's the least I can do."

Nodding silently she drew her hand back and shoved the cash into the front pocket of her jeans, her T shirt riding up slightly as she did and revealing an ugly bruise on her right side that immediately caught Tony's attention.

"What's that?" he asked, staring at the mark until she tugged her shirt back down over it.

"It's nothing," she shrugged, trying and failing to ignore his concern.

"Don't tell me it's nothing," he replied firmly. "Where did you get that?"

"Look," she sighed, "it's none of your business, okay? Just leave it alone."

Determined for some reason to get to the bottom of the matter, Tony persisted. "Kim..."

"What?" she suddenly snapped, jolting forward and staring angrily into his eyes. "What do you want me to say? That I'm fine and coping and happy? Because I'm not, and I'm trying my best to learn how to deal with that, okay?"

He watched in slightly stunned silence following her outburst as she rose from the couch and started pacing the floor with her back turned to him. He would have been lying had he claimed a mild outburst wasn't a long time coming - she had seemed so tightly wound all night it was really only a matter of time before she sprung. She came to a standstill in the middle of the room, resting a hand against her forehead, and with only a slight hesitation, Tony rose from the couch and approached her from behind.

"Hey," he called softly, reaching out a hand and laying it across her shoulder. Thinking she would flinch at the touch, he was surprised when she didn't. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I know," she sighed, turning to face him. "I's been really hard, and I get tired of people telling me how to live and how to deal with it."

"I wasn't," he replied. "But if somebody roughed you up, then-"

"Then what?" she interrupted. "Listen, I know you're only doing all of this because of my dad. You don't have to act like you're all concerned. I'll be out of your way soon enough." With that she stepped forward, only to be stopped by his hand, lightly taking her arm.

"That's not true, Kim, listen to me," he said, drawing his hand away. "I was there. I know what you went through, and I wouldn't blame you for a single thing you've done since then. And I do care, Kim, I do."

She fell silent and cast her eyes to the floor, unable to keep the emotion stored in the back of her mind from spilling forward. Fighting tears stinging behind her eyes, she muttered, "I just thought it would have gotten easier by now, and it hasn't. It keeps getting harder."

A look of sympathy crossed Tony's face as he stepped forward, bringing her into his arms with a whispered "Come here.". She seemed reluctant at first but she settled into his embrace, wrapping her arms loosely behind his back and closing her eyes as warmth spread from his touch to hers. He was saying something but all she heard were muffled words in her ear as the air around her changed somehow, and soon the warmth turned to a sort of heat, faint as it tingled lightly in her veins. When he pulled away she had to keep herself from pulling him back, dropping her head as he draped an arm over her shoulder and started walking her back to the couch.

...I don't know how much help I can be, if at all, but I want you to know that I'm here if you ever need anything. Even if it's just to bail you out of whatever trouble you get yourself into next," he smiled, watching as she nodded gratefully and allowed a small smile in return. That was when, out of instinct or maybe lingering sympathy, he leaned in to drop a kiss on her temple. And that was when Kim, seeing him coming from the corners of her cast-down eyes, turned quickly and lifted her head at the last minute, catching his lips with hers in a kiss that was neither accidental nor chaste, nor fleeting. as it lasted just one moment too long.

Opening his instinctively closed eyes, Tony pulled away first and froze as he stared at her, the room silent and yet incredibly loud as the moment hung between them and stretched uncomfortably into another. His arm fell from her shoulder slowly, and as panic started to intensify in both of their minds, Tony tore his eyes away from hers and muttered an apology as he stepped away. He was stopped by a hand gently taking his.

He turned and faced her, wordlessly staring and frozen until she suddenly stepped forward and lifted herself by the tips of her toes to meet his height as she all but launched herself at him, taking either sides of his face in her hands as she pulled his lips back to hers. His hands rose from his sides but didn't touch her, lingering midair as his mind screamed to push her off but the rest of him stayed still, mindlessly pressing his lips back. Encouraged by this, she parted her lips and tried to nudge his apart with her tongue, suddenly snapping him out of his daze as he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. "Dammit, Kim, stop it," he grumbled, frustrated by the utterly innocent look on her face.


"You need to ask?" he answered incredulously. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"I am eighteen, you know," she protested, guessing that was the reason on the top of his list.

"For what, four or five hours?" he replied, pausing before adding the real reason why it was a bad idea. "Kim, if your father knew..."

"I won't tell him if you won't," she replied. "So he won't know."

He sighed as a moment of silence followed, stepping back as she took a step forward and feeling his frustration come to head. Finally he stopped avoiding her and held his ground, glaring silently at her when she rested her hands on his shoulders and came closer. Then she started pushing him back towards the couch. "Kim," he protested in futility, unwilling to push her away again and going along with it until the backs of his legs hit the couch and she pushed him down. His pulse spiking, she lowered herself to him and straddled his waist, all without a word and with only the look of pure certainty in her eye.

Before he knew it he was flat on his back with her draped over him. She pressed her lips to his and he tried desperately not to kiss her back as her hips flexed closer to his. A groan from him was all the opportunity she needed to slip her tongue between his lips.

His hands landed on the curves of her hips and for one moment he actually thought he would have the strength to push her away. Then, as he tried to pull away, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip and she groaned in a way that rocked through his entire body. Common sense fled and instead of using his hands to push her away he slid on up to tangle in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His other hand slid down to settle on the sweet curve of her heart shaped ass, bringing her hips more solidly against his.

As their kisses grew deeper and longer and her hips began moving over his faster he realized that he had to move them or he was going to take her on the coach. He sat up, even as she tried to keep him down. She kissed him harder, seemingly worried he was about to try and stop her again, so he grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs around his waist and standing up. She squeaked against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, dropping kisses along his neck as he steered them towards the bedroom.

He dropped them down onto the bed, laying in the cradle of her hips as they continued kissing. Her legs wound around his waist even more tightly as he perfectly aligned their lower bodies.

Suddenly she gasped, but it wasn't all pleasure and the distinct note of fear made him pull back.

"Kim, did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, "No, its just…." She stopped and glanced down his body, "I didn't… feels really big."

He froze for a moment and pushed himself up on his knees, although her legs were still around him, "Kim….you….you have done this before."

"What? Sex," she shrugged, "Yeah, of course." He kept staring at her as her face got redder and redder, "No, not so much."

"Shit, Fuck," he said, cursing as he tried to pull away. Her legs only held on tighter. He could have broken the hold, but he might hurt her if he did and he wasn't willing to risk that. Instead he tried to calm down and be reasonable…..or, well at least be reasonable.

"Kim, we….I didn't know this was your first time. We can't do this. Now, let's just get up and I'll call you a cab. No, better yet, you stay here and get some sleep and I'll…."

Whatever he was going to say next was lost as Kim grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. All thoughts of stopping and doing the right thing were driven out by the best pair of tits he'd ever had the fortune of seeing. If he hadn't felt them pressed against his own chest he might not believe they were hers. They were the perfect size, just slightly bigger than his hand could hold. Her nipples were pale pink and hard, aroused and anxious for the touch of his hands and tongue.

She arched her back and he groaned leaning towards her breasts before forcing himself to stop. He looked up at her, waiting until she met her eyes, "You sure about this, Kim? You can't undo it in the morning."

"I'm sure Tony. I want this. I want you."

Giving up his last resistance he kissed her again. She kissed him back, eagerly wrapping her arms around him, thrusting her hips towards his again and trying to press her breasts against his chest. He grabbed her arms and pushed her back.

"No," she said, "I want…."

"I know," he said firmly, keeping her hands pinned to the bed, "I know what you want, baby, trust me."

"Then why are you..?" she glanced at his hands holding her arms.

"Cause we got to slow down a bit." She opened her mouth as if to argue and he silenced her with a quick, hard kiss, "Just let me take the lead Kim." He let go of one hand to trail a finger down towards her breast, "I promise you'll enjoy where I take you."

She nodded and he let her hands go. She stretched them up over her head, and he smiled at the sight she presented. He ignored her breasts for the moment, however, and went back to kissing her. Instead of the fast, hard kisses she'd given him before he went slow, languorously tasting her until she was squirming against him, desperate for more.

He pulled away slightly, moving back to his knees. With one finger he traced her breast, around and around until he finally reached her nipple. He tugged slightly at it, only enough to elicit a quick gasp before he circled away again. He repeated the motion over and over, each time tugging more firmly at her nipple, each time hearing her gasps get louder as she squirmed against him.

Finally, when her eyes were fluttering closed in pleasure he swirled his tongue around one nipple, continuing to manipulate the other with his fingers. He repeated the motion on the other nipple, moving back and forth each time adding more pressure, and then finally tugging with his teeth. Her hands fisted in his hair then, as he sucked and nipped at her breast. He had to fight her to repeat the motion on the other one and she groaned widely as he sent constant bolts of heat spiraling through her.

He moved to kiss her again as his hand drifted away from her breasts and down her body. He stopped to caress her stomach, causing her to giggle before he slipped his hand down to unzip her jeans. He edged them down her legs just enough to discover her naked flesh underneath. She spread her legs to accommodate him as his fingers brushed over her. He pulled away from their kiss and stared at her as his fingers traced her slit. She wet already and he knew it wouldn't be hard for him to slide his fingers inside of her. Truthfully he was desperate to know what she felt like so he kissed her again to get her attention.

Staring into her eyes he asked, "You okay with this, Kim?"

She nodded, but her hand reached up to clutch his arm as his fingers barely slid inside of her.

"S'okay, baby," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he slid his finger further inside of her.

The hot, wet, tight clutch of her around him forced him to close his eyes and grind his teeth. He struggled for control as he imagined how tight she'd be around his cock.

Kim gasped as his thumb flicked over her clit. He pulled back to watch her face as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm. Part of him wanted to taste her, to get rid of her pants and slide his tongue deep inside of her. But the other part of him knew it would be too much of a temptation for him….and probably more than she can handle her first time. So instead he concentrated on making her feel good, on giving her an orgasm that would leave her limp, relaxed and ready for him to make love to her.

He watched her face as she came, enjoying the rush of pleasure that came to her eyes. He smiled as her arms and legs collapsed against the bed, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was replete and almost goddess like with her hair strew around her gorgeous face.

As she relaxed back against the pillows he slid her pants off of her gently. Then he stood and quickly lost his own clothes, grabbing a condom from his night stand before returning to the bed.

Kim's eyes flew open as she felt Tony press against her. They widened as she took in the sheer size of him.

"It's okay," he promised as he saw the streak of fear in her eyes, "We'll go slow."

"Is that…..going to fit?" she asked with earnest disbelief.

He chuckled and nodded, "It will." He groaned then as he remembered how tight she had been around his fingers, "It might kill me, but it'll definitely fit."

"Will it…." She made a face, "Hurt?"

He reached up and brushed his fingers over her face, "Yeah, at first, but I'll go as slow as you need and wait as long as you need. And I promise," he leaned down and kissed her, "Once the hurt fades away I'll make you feel so good Kim."

She nodded, relaxing back against the pillows as he moved between her legs. He hooked his arms under her knees and positioned himself at her entrance, "You ready?"

She nodded furiously and closed her eyes.

He pushed inside her slowly, leaning down to kiss her as she wiggled under him. He felt her body's resistance to him and her eyes popped open as she felt the pressure build.

"Tony," she whimpered. He leaned down and kissed her then moved his mouth over to her shoulder and bit her just before he thrust all the way inside of her.

She yelled out, and then went completely still, whimpering softly at the pain.

"Shhhh," he whispered in her ear, "Just try and relax, baby, it'll fade, I promise, shh."

She seemed to understand him as her cries quieted. For a long time he lay above her, arms straining, body desperate to move. He forced himself to stay still and not rush her.

That went out the window when she gave a hesitant thrust up with her hips.

"Geeziz, Kim, don't do that if you aren't ready."

"I'm ready," she said, wiggling again, "It doesn't hurt as much. Kind of feels good," she thrust up again.

He growled against her, grabbing her hips to keep her still. He slid almost all the way out of her and then thrust back in. She gasped and he let out a long groan of pleasure, "You're so tight….so good….so…" he whispered nonsense as he moved inside of her, setting a rhythm that he was surprised to find she could match quickly.

His hand drifted down to play with her clit as he moved faster inside of her. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last and he leaned down to kiss her before dragging his lips down to play with her breasts, desperate to make her come with him.

Her body arched as she came, her muscles tightening around him until, with a long groan, he came with her. Riding the waves until the last one had faded, he collapsed helplessly on top of her, panting until he realized he was squeezing the air from her lungs and rolled over beside her. Kim opened her closed eyes and stared into the ceiling, rational thought still a distant memory as she tried to catch her breath, and only a short moment passed before she was being pulled into Tony's arms.

Kim shivered slightly as he held her, leading him to untangle the mess of sheets strewn about the bed and cover them, shifting so that he could look into her eyes as they lay together. Brushing a piece of hair behind her ear, he asked quietly, "You alright?"

She smiled and answered, "Yeah. I am."

He dropped a kiss on her forehead and settled her into the crook of his neck, one arm holding her while the other hand stroked through her hair. Exhausted but doubtful if sleep would come easily, he stared as the digital clock on the nightstand ticked its way into the early hours of the morning. The morning would bring reality, and its consequences, but for now, he kept his mind from wandering there until it had to. Her breaths were growing steady and rhythmic against his chest as she began to drift off, lulling him into finally closing his eyes as well.

Soon they were both asleep, far away from the world that promised to greet them with the harsh light of morning. It might feel like a mistake then. But for that short time, it was the right thing at the right time, never mind how wrong.