Word Count: 196
Summary: It wasn't their first time and it wouldn't be the last.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Andrew Marlowe. Otherwise, they're mine.
He tangled his fingers in her hair as he gently touched his lips to hers, but the gentleness was short-lived. He deepened the kiss, leading to the moan that escaped her lips and igniting the desire that burned within.
He pushed aside her clothing, revealing the flawless skin that lay beneath. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon her beauty. He softly touched the scar that was the only physical reminder of the day she had almost been taken from his life. She smiled tenderly, somehow knowing what was occupying his thoughts. She kissed him, bringing his attention back to the moment. He kissed her back before showing her how much he adored her.
Later, they would wake in each other's arms without a care in the world. It wasn't the first time they'd been together and it wouldn't be the last. Separately, they were many things: cop, writer, daughter, son, father, friend and lover. Together, they were those things and so much more. She finally trusted someone enough to let them completely into her heart. He knew he'd, once and for all, found a genuine, honest, love. Together, they'd found happiness.