Her mouth met mine tentatively, curiously, and I had to force myself to calmly let her explore when every muscle in my body was begging me tackle her and take her right then and there. I kissed her back just as sweetly for a few minutes, holding her face between my palms as hers journeyed down my shoulders. Then I gave up on the romantic shit and violently twisted the door knob, the front door swinging open without warning and thrusting us into the living room. I was surprised as I leaned down and forward to kiss her harder, deeper, when she pushed me away only to slam me against the door. She grabbed my wrists and held them above my head as I tried to touch her, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and sucking harshly. I slipped out of her grip and put my arms around her tightly, attempting to navigate through the dark house and kiss her at the same time. It didn’t work . We kept bumping into the furniture so I finally gave up on trying to find my bedroom, lifting her up and setting her down on the edge of the kitchen island. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I gripped her thighs, moving to nip at her neck as her hold on my shoulders tightened.

Yanking at the hem of her dress I crumpled the fabric, jerking it up around her stomach, no longer patient. I left her throat to kiss her lips one more time, running my tongue over hers faster and faster before heading down her body. She let go of my shoulders to clutch the edge of the counter, breath coming in short ragged gasps as I kissed the space just below her navel, letting my hands wander into her wetness.

–I really hope you don’t like these panties. I whispered and she gave me a slightly confused look, raising a hand to run it slowly through my hair. A second later she got the point loud and clear as I ripped the flimsy lace and threw her underwear over my shoulder, somewhere into the darkness. She just bit her lip, shaking slightly as my kiss went lower, so much lower. She pulled at my hair, releasing a girlish moan as my tongue found her spot. I swirled it around and around, pushing my fingers into her, wanting to make her come as hard and fast as I could. Her body trembled as she let go of my hair and held the lip of the kitchen island tightly, raising her hips back and forth, trying to meet me at every lick. I just gripped harder, went deeper, feeling my own heat rise as her voice got sharper in pitch, telling me she was close.

–S-Shane! She murmured, her tone treading the line between ecstasy and agony, pleading. I gave her what she wanted, thrusting harder and sucking faster until her walls clamped down around my fingers, thighs shaking uncontrollably as she came.

I let her slide down off the island, breathing hard, then had to catch her as her knees gave out right when her feet hit the floor. She stayed in my arms peacefully for a moment, panting, then kissed me hard, shoving me back into the cabinets. Fumbling around I found the light and scrabbled to turn it on then kissed her back just as fiercely, now knowing exactly what direction my bed was in. We kissed the whole way there, clothing being peeled off at warp speed to fly through the house and land randomly on any given surface.

Opening my bedroom door I could feel her wetness against my stomach as we fell onto the bed, and slipped a knee in between. I tangled my fingers in her hair as she grinded against me, looking into her eyes as moonlight seeped in, silver and quiet, through the windows. It was right then that I felt it, that I knew it. It would all be different from now on. No more lonely nights in clubs filled to the brim with people, no more waking up to empty beds and emptier memories. I think…I knew…I loved her…

A/N: Just a Sharmen one-shot, I was writing a fic that I now realize I have no time to finish. This isn’t a scene from it or anything but I just needed to get Sharmen out of my head. Hope you enjoyed! Comment if you like.