Make up(X rated chapter skip if you don't like this kind of read)

Alex walked in and stood for a second just watching her then she sat up.

"Alex, that you..."

"Beth, I'm sorry..."

She pulled in onto the bed and put her palm over his mouth.

"No. Don't apologize. Just don't." She made sure he saw her, made sure he was looking into her eyes. Beth could see the wildness lurking there, and it scared her a little. She did not want to disappoint him. For the first time she needed someone and she wanted it to be him.

"Alex, I know leaving like I did would put a strain on what we started but I just had to protect you and AJ. There are things you don't know that I can't tell you about right now, you just have to trust me."Beth wrapped her hands in his.

He did not say a word he just bent down and pulled her into a kiss.

Beth closed her eyes shut and prayed a prayer to whatever might or might not be out there, and kissed Alex back. A slow, deep kiss. The kind that said I love you...I love you...I love you.

It was a deep, endless kiss. It was a burst of passion, a momentary eruption of need between them both. And then Alex removed his lips from hers he pulled the night shirt up over her body, then bent, and kissed the slope of her left breast, and then the right, and then took her right nipple into his mouth.

He felt her head tip back on her neck, and she held tight to his head with shaking hands, fingers trembling in the soft curls of his hair.

His tongue sliding gently over the pebbled peak then moved downward, a kiss to her belly. He could smell her arousal.

His mouth was busy kissing, sliding his lips across her sweet skin, kissing her hip, the crease near her thigh. The muscle of her quadriceps, then in and around to the soft inner skin.

He knew by taste and by touch the sweetness and silk of her core, knew indelibly each fold, each and every millimeter of flesh. She shivered, sighed, and let her thighs fall apart. Giving in.

Trusting. How could she still trust him? But she did, and Alex wouldn't question it ever again. He would earn it.

Still not saying a word his thumbs traveled delicately from the apex of her vagina down the slick warm crevice of her opening, down the seam, parting her ever so gently. A kiss, at first. Just a kiss.

She sighed, a deep frantic breath. "I love you, Beth." It was a murmur, a muttered admission. She now knew. But he had to show her.

She flicked her eyes open and craned her neck to look at him, a panicked need on her features. "What did you say, Alex?"

Alex looked up at her. "I said, I love you."

She seemed to melt somehow, inside. "Oh, Alex. Alex. My love." Her eyes spilled tears, and she swallowed hard.

He kissed her other thigh then, as he had the first, outside to inside, his thumbs caressing her soft skin. She breathed out hard, sucked in a breath, and clung to him.

The next time his lips touched Beth's flesh, they pressed against her opening, and his tongue parted her and slid in. She gasped, and he tasted her essence. She clutched his head, his face, and he swept his tongue up and in, lapping at her, parting her further.

He tasted her, while his thumbs were keeping her spread apart for his tongue. He found the small, hard nub of her clitoris, and he tasted that as well, and this time she whimpered, her fingers curling feverishly into his hair.

He flicked his tongue against her clit again, and again, and her hips moved in time with his tongue. He then slid the middle finger of his left hand down the seam of her pussy, and then in, pushing in, and in, and she leaned back and lifted her hips, expelling a harsh breath.

He delved into her slick warmth with one finger, curling up and in, sliding out, then back in. Beth's grip on his head tightened, and she pulled him closer, sucking in a breath and letting it out with a moan.

"Alexander, oh god. That feels good, my love. Keep doing that." She yelled.

He glanced up at her as He slid his tongue against her clit, and her eyes met his. Her gaze was hooded, heated. He held her stare as he slipped his ring finger in beside the middle, and then found the rippled rough patch of skin high inside against the inner ridge, caressed it, suckling her clit between his lips.

She bucked against him, whimpering. She pulled his face against her core, and he tongued her in a slow rhythm, speeding up with tongue and fingers as her writhing turned frantic, as her gasps turned desperate. When her ragged breathing and bucking hips reached a frenzy, telling him how close she was, he slowed nearly to a stop.

"No, no, Alexander, don't stop, please don't stop. I need to come. I need you to make me come. Let me come, my love, please."

"You'll come when I'm ready to let you come." Alex smiled.

She moaned in protest. "Now. Please. I'm right there!"

She reached for him, sitting up. "I need you," she murmured.

"I need you, too," he responded. "More than you could ever know."

He crawled higher onto the bed, scraping his palms across her tits and down her belly, and then he gripped her thighs. She let out a sigh, spread her thighs apart for him. She reached for him, sliding her fingers into his hair above his ear.

When he moved his face nearer her core, she shook her head. "No, Alexander. No more of that. Please. Just make love to me."

Alex paused, hesitated, and she sat forward, taking his face in her hands. She tugged at him gently but insistently until he moved upward, leaning over her.

"You don't want me to—" She didn't let Alex finish, her palms still on his face.

"No. I don't need that. All I need is you. I just need us." He could see the passion in her young eyes.

All he could do was kiss her. It wasn't just a kiss, though. It was more. It was a plea. An admission of need, a declaration of love.