It had been a week since Jack’s death and finally the whole situation seemed to be under control. The number of new cases had decreased and there had been none in the last two days. Robert had gone back to the US just that morning, happy to see Monica and Andrew together again and after a long chat with the blond angel to tell him how the only line Monica had written in a letter for him —"I love you. I’ll make everything to go to you"— had been the last push he had needed to get the help.

Night had caught all the angels gathered at the hotel’s living room sharing a cup of coffee (for the obvious delight of Monica) and the first relaxed conversation in weeks. One by one, Sam, Henry, Tess and Rafael had retired to their rooms and only Gloria, Adam, Andrew and Monica stayed up, even when the man at the front desk had closed the door and gone to sleep as well.

One week hadn’t been enough for Andrew and Monica to make up for over two months of separation and they seemed physically attached to each other more than ever before. They now hugged and kissed wherever they could, not mattering their friends and co-workers around, and even if they had blushed at the beginning at the jokes of Adam and Rafael of ‘get a room already!’ or ‘more action in working and less in kissing!’, they still had been enjoying the mutual closeness, which seemed to grow stronger each and every time.

Adam had noticed that and even when his mind kept on the conversation with his three friends, his eyes traveled from the picture of Monica resting her head on Andrew’s chest to the content smile on the faces of both of them. "Well," he finally announced. "I think we should also call it a night."

"Ok, good night, Adam," Gloria said not moving from her seat.

"I think you should be tired as well," the older angel of death said directly to the youngest angel.

"Oh, no, I’m ok," she said not noticing the glances of her friends.

Adam rolled his eyes and then turned to see the amused expression in Monica’s face. "Gloria, do you know what the 11^th commandment is?" he made a last attempt.

"Eleventh? But they aren’t just ten?" she asked still clueless.

"I give up!" Adam exclaimed taking her hand and making her stand up. "The eleventh commandment is ‘Not to be on the way’ and we are in THEIR way right now! So, move! To your room, now!"

"Oh, my! Oh, ok! I’m sorry! G’night!" Gloria stuttered and walked obediently at Adam’s gentle push.

Monica and Andrew were hardly controlling their laughter at the scene, half amused by Gloria’s unawareness, half embarrassed by their obvious infatuation. "Aren’t you tired, angel girl?" Andrew asked lovingly combing her hair.

"No, I’m perfectly well like this," she replied tightening her hold on him. "I don’t want you anywhere away from me right now."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Your wish is my command."

"Really?" she said looking at him with a mischievous smile. "Then do what I want you to do."

"And what would that be, missy?" Andrew replied not missing the smile.

"Kiss me," she said simply.

He obliged and leaned down capturing her mouth and parting it easily. It has been almost a year since they had discovered their mutual feelings and their love had grown constantly during that time, both in the spiritual side as well as the physical one. Once they had lost the shyness of the first weeks, they had discovered a new world of sensations, caresses and kisses that both eagerly tried or accepted.

Andrew had learned how to make Monica melt in his arms with his kisses, nibbling her lower lip to make her moan quietly. On the other side, Monica now knew how quickly Andrew responded to her touching when she drew delicate paths on his back with the tip of her fingers, and he always pulled her closer to him.

This time it wasn’t different. Andrew had started to kiss her and her low moans were filling his ears and making him want more and more of her. Knowing they were alone, they had lost track of anything around and when, after long minutes of kissing, Andrew pulled apart, they found he had made her lay on the couch and he was practically over her. Still surprised none of them stood up. Andrew’s green eyes were fixed on Monica’s hazel ones, mirroring them: dark with a non-restricted passion, demanding more until logical completion. None said a single word but Monica tangled her hands in his short hair and pulled him down for another kiss while he slipped his hands under her back pressing her more and more against his body.

"Andrew..." she whispered in a husky voice, her mind focused in nothing but him.

"I love you, Monica," he replied kissing her neck now, inhaling her perfume and enjoying the silky touch of her skin.

Never before she had felt this way, this demand of freedom to run all the length of his body with her hands, when all her skin seemed in pain for the contact of his. She surprised him with the words she murmured on his ear, "Let’s go upstairs."

Andrew took a sharp breath and looked at her with shocked yet avid eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked not believing what he had heard.

Monica looked away and managed to slip form under him. She stood up, her back towards him, and Andrew sit up too almost regretting his reaction. After long seconds, Monica turned to face him and offered her hand. "Not in my mind," she replied sincerely but added when she saw the disquieted expression in his eyes, "but my heart is telling me to do so."

Andrew stood up quickly and tangled his hands in her long hair claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. They walked until the stairs never breaking the kiss and then they barely make it until Andrew’s room in the first floor before her keen hands started to pull his shirt out of his pants and his appetent ones traveled down to her hips and pressed her pelvis against the erection already straining against his pants. She felt her legs grew weak at the contact and in a sudden reaction she plunged her nails against his strong muscles, then fanned her palms against his stomach and up to his chest , brushing his nipples with her thumbs and playing with the hair around them. She was trying to concentrate on unbutton his shirt but it was a difficult task due to Andrew’s hands running along her waist and her back pressing her more and more against him, and to his mouth that was doing wonderful things to her lips and tongue.

He had slipped his hands under her blouse and with a swift movement he took the garment off. Her bra was next and when he finally broke the kiss, his eyes got darker at the seeing of her bare breasts, the tender nipples already erect. Monica catch his gaze and followed his vacillating hand that finally reached to cup one of her breasts, kneading it gently, feeling the tiny goosebumps appearing under his palm. "You’re so beautiful, Monica," he murmured before he started to kiss her again, his tongue sliding against hers, touching her teeth, tasting her intimate flavor. Soon, his hands descended from her breasts to her hips again and started to unzip her jeans, leaving her with nothing but her panties.

The little angel took her clue and unzipped his pants too, unintentionally grazing his arousal on the way but feeling the contact a hundred times stronger. Shortly she felt her underwear falling to her ankles and when they were completely naked, they stood in silence for a couple of seconds looking at each other, their hearts pounding wildly in their chests. "I love you," Monica muttered with eyes speaking volumes of what was in her heart.

"Only God can understand what I’m feeling now, baby," Andrew replied in a matching low voice, his hands running all along her arms and shoulders. "This... I never dreamed about it... I never thought I deserved something like this..."

Monica felt tears forming in her eyes at the look of pure adoration she found in his green eyes. "Tell me this is not a dream, please," she said wrapping her arms around his neck again to kiss him. Her breasts pressed against his chest made him groan in absolute pleasure, so he lifted her in his arms to carry her to the bed, his mouth barely allowing her to come for air. He soon laid over her marveling at the way her body accommodate to support his weight and to allow him to have contact with every inch of her soft, now sweaty skin.

"Andrew... Andrew..." the Irish angel was repeating his name over and over again while he traced the line of her jaw to her neck and her shoulder with open mouthed kisses. He kept on descending to her clavicles and her chest until the spot between her breasts that were going up and down with the rhythm of her ragged panting. She couldn’t control the ecstatic shout that escaped her when she felt Andrew’s mouth capturing one of her nipples, alternately biting and suckling it while the other received the attention of his hand. ‘It’s not a dream, it’s not a dream’ a little voice was telling her even when she didn’t know what else to expect from her own body. All that she was aware of at that time was her heart beating madly and the increasing throbbing between her legs. She could feel him throbbing as well against her thighs, and her mind was debating between having more of all this foreplay or be completed as soon as possible.

On his side, Andrew felt as if he was enjoying a royal feast being allowed to taste every inch of Monica’s body, and he was finding it beyond perfect. After his antics with her breasts, he had started kissing her stomach all the way to her belly and down to her core, his ears deaf to anything but her constant cries and whimpers and sighs. Sliding his hands under her butt, he kissed the exact point where her pelvic bone ended, and when her legs spread open, he kissed and lapped her shinning clit making her inner walls contract almost painfully. He was badly hard now, something he had never experienced before, as all he was feeling was as new for him as it was for Monica.

At the beginning fear had been mixed with need and expectation, and at the present moment both felt on a trail they didn’t want to quit until the end. Once more Andrew had made his way up back to Monica’s mouth, his right hand caressing her firm left leg, making her bend it to allow him to position at her entrance. "Monica..." he managed to murmur though her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and he could feel her warm folds at the tip of his penis. "Monica..."

"Please..." she begged lifting her hips slightly to graze him. "I want you..."

"It can hurt..." he argued weakly though his mouth was telling exactly the opposite of what his body was demanding.

"It hurts now..." she said pushing her hips against him again.

He couldn’t control more and slowly he entered her, closing his eyes and shouting at the maddening contact. She felt a sharp pain when his big erection forced her walls to expand but it immediately changed into a feeling of pleasurable relief for finally getting what her body was aching for. Her initial painful cry turned into a pleasure shout matching Andrew’s one. For a long minute none made another move, they stayed there just enjoying the feeling of each other. Nothing had felt more perfect that this absolute intimacy, and when they opened their eyes, they could see both felt exactly the same.

"You feel so soft and warm, baby..." Andrew murmured in her ear sending shivers all along her body.

"I love you," Monica told him again, her hands delving into his blond hair. "I love you more than my very life."

"I love you too, baby," he replied kissing lovingly her upper lip. "You’re my world, my everything."

She wanted to close her eyes when he started to kiss her but the fierce love she saw in his gaze didn’t allow her to. Andrew moved upwards to kiss her with more force and he slipped out of her a little, the sudden sensation both saddening and exciting. He thrust into her again and it was all it took for Monica to break the kiss with a shout, her head falling back and her whole body arching as touched by a bolt. Quickly Andrew got the pace and kept on moving in and out of her slowly and forceful first and faster later, his hands now kneading her breasts, now pushing her butt against him, now tangling in her hair or stroking her face.

Monica’s breathing was more erratic every moment and she was feeling how her pleasure grew with every thrust of Andrew and every push of herself, unsure of how much she could take without dying of the pure sensations. Her legs were wide open greeting him again and again, and her heels were digging on his calves, helping him to push harder in the same way than her hands on his waist and his back.

Some minutes later, the little angel felt how her conscience abandoned her for a while and her body started to shudder from head to toes. His name died in a sharp scream when her muscles contracted around Andrew’s hot erection. Just the first contraction was enough for him to explode inside of her too, his body tensing and relaxing alternatively with the spasms, a shout with her name decreasing in volume as the same feeling of unconsciousness flooded over him. They had both experienced that kind of ecstasy before but in a very different way. It was love in its purest expression. And they had both known the highest source of love.

After what seemed like an eternity, they felt how their conscience came back to their still shivering bodies. Andrew was still moving inside of her, weakly now, drawing off her every sensation until their frazzled breaths got back to almost normal. He then rolled to a side of the bed, finally slipping out of her and it brought tears to both their eyes at the loss of the treasured sensation they now had in their physical memory.

"Thanks for this gift," Andrew whispered tracing the lines of Monica’s delicate face. "I’ll never know what I did to deserve it."

She wrapped an arm around his torso snuggling closer to him. "We’ve been blessed, Andrew," she murmured burying her face in the nape of his neck. "I’ve been blessed with you."

He made her pull away enough to cup her face and meet her sight. "I will always love you, Monica," he said kissing her deeply, a soul touching kiss talking about nothing but the truth. "Forever."

THE END