And just like she thought, his kiss took her breath away.

The official acceptance of his proposal finally let them reach the next level of their relationship. Ande allowed Tony's tattooed hands to wander the bits of skin she had bare of clothing, and she shivered as they found their way up her thighs and under her tank top, pulling it over her head. Technically, they didn't have much of a barrier between their bodies, but it was the nerves that they both felt that kept them from jumping right into the action.

Tony dropped her top onto the carpeted floor and took his time looking over her. Ande did the same, taking in the new tattoos she was seeing now. Her finger, subconsciously, came up and traced over the words that were just under his jawline. Tony shivered and let his eyes slipped close, trying to catch his barrings. His neck was sensitive and Ande's soft touch was just enough to get him hot and bothered.

"Tony," she spoke softly, catching his attention. He opens his eyes back, and takes in her features.

Her red hair isn't neat or perfect, but it's Ande and he can't help but run his fingers run through it. Ande's eyes close, shielding away the light brown. A smooth sigh falls past her opened lips, her tongue flicking out to casually wet her dry, chapped lips. Tony's fingers slip out of her hair and slide down her cheek, down her neck, and to the strap of the simple cotton bra she had been wearing under her top.

Ande tenses and her eyes find their way back to Tony's. He watches her, fascinated with how just two minutes of their time turned into one of the most sensual things Tony had ever seen or felt.

"Tony," she says once again, but their lips are connected before she can get out anymore words. Tony pulls Ande against his body, feeling the cotton barrier between their chests. He rids her of it, but no without having a bit of trouble with getting the third hook unclasped. The bra follows the tank top.

Her smooth skin has goose flesh as Tony finds his hands wandering again. Their lips never part, and Ande only brings them closer by wrapping her arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of his warmth compared to the small cool draft coming into the room. That's all they did for a good ten minutes, enjoying the feel of skin on skin and lips on lips. Sometimes one would let their teeth catch on the other's bottom lip, getting a groan from their partner, and the limbs wrapped around the other would tighten for a second.

They weren't really thinking about getting the deed done, they were just thinking about each other and how much they loved being this close. They decided, on their own and in silence, that this is how they wanted to spend to rest of their lives - with the other in their arms. The kisses were not slow nor were they fast, but they held passion and love and, dare it be said, want. Never before had Ande wantedsomeone to be this close to her, and the same went for Tony.

Each side of the relationship had past experience with faulty lovers, but nothing was quite like this.

Their mouths and bodies molded together, fitting like two long lost puzzle pieces. Somewhere after the ten minutes of kissing passed, tongues rolled against each other, but it wasn't sloppy or rushed. It was controlled and not desperate for lust. Love was a word that was tiptoed around, but that was the best way to describe it, it seemed.

The intentions for the other were slowly being thought and played out in the backs of their heads, but it seemed like they were on the same brainwave as their reactions were almost immediately in sync with the other. Gently, Tony leans forward so Ande will fall back onto the bed, letting him hover over her practically-naked body. Her arms loosen from around his neck and her hands feel the muscle in his neck, his shoulders, down to the ink-covered torso. Their lips finally part.

Brown eyes open and stare into the others, looking for some kind of signal that they either need to stop or keep going. Tony's hand caresses her cheek; Ande leans into the warm touch, sighing softly, letting her eyes droop slightly. His thumb strokes her cheek, starting from her cheek bone and then moving right before going back. It leaves tingles running up both of their spines.

"I love you," he whispers and ducks his head low to kiss her again.

They continue, both nearly naked that they are at the point that if they go any farther there is no stopping because the boiling lust and rush of adrenaline won't let them. He stares at her body, the high collarbones and the smooth skin on her neck that's begging to be kissed and bitten and the round curve of her naked breasts that moved with every breath she inhaled and exhaled. Ande felt a little nervous, but not uncomfortable, as Tony took in this sight of her body for the first time. She was at her rawest, most vulnerable form. When his eyes travel back up to hers, he notices that she's watching him too.

Her eyes move over the colorful, yet dark tattoos on his body, looking for the ones that were influenced by his love for the Star Wars trilogy, and then the large one on his stomach catches her attention. She traces the dark, thick lines, catching the yellows stand out against his tan skin and the other dark reds and greens. Ande felt anxious for what was to come. She was versed in the topic of sex, having had plenty of past relationships, but she wasn't quite sure how she felt about this first time with Tony. Where was she going to put her hands? Should she wrap her legs around his waist? Should she flip him onto his back and tease him with grinding and rolling her hips against his?

Her past escapades were all lust-driven, meant to help release stress and just cause personal pleasure, but now it wasn't just about her. It was about them.

"I love you," Ande confesses again, and Tony loves the way that the words roll off her tongue. He adjusts his body, shivering when Ande's fingers brush over sensitive, ticklish skin, and is completely over her, keeping her body warm with his. Her hands move from his sides and go around to his back. She presses her hands between his shoulder blades and pushes their lips back together.

From there, the rest just happens through instinct. Their lower halves are freed from the cotton fabric shielding them from sight. Tony's tongue flicks over his lips as he watches her hips raise as she rests her spread legs around his waist. Foreplay was usually necessary in any instance of sex, but he simply pressed into her and the thought of teasing disappeared.

This wasn't sex, though, this was much, much more.

Their skin brushed together as his hips stopped, letting their bodies feel the sensation of being together or the first time. Was this what marriage would feel like? If so, Ande couldn't wait to walk down that aisle in a stunning white dress.

Tony repositioned himself and went forward just a little more. Ande whimpered as her back lifted off the bed. She pressed the fingertips of one of her hands into his back, holding him there while the other gripped the pillow just above her head. She was tense, her eyes closed tight. Tony pressed kisses to her neck and her cheek, letting it relax her slowly. She focused on the feeling of his lips on her skin and not the mix of pleasure and uncomfortable pain in between her hips. When Ande finally relaxed, her fingertips not pressing so hard into his back, Tony pushed a little farther, listening to Ande's moan and watching as her eyes finally opened to look up at him.

"Ande," he groaned, trying to keep quiet as he remained still, letting them both get comfortable in the new position. Ande panted for breath, muffling another moan as she bit her tongue. It took her a few seconds to gather he words she was trying to say.

"God damn it, Tony, fucking move, please, baby."

The little moan at the end of her sentence nearly sent Tony over the edge. He nodded, having to catch his own breath before he let his hips start to move. First back, pulling out of her and not liking the feeling of not being connected to her, before pushing back in, filling her full.

Ande let out a sigh, almost in relief, and Tony smiled softly against the skin of her smooth neck. He kissed it, let his tongue taste the slight sweat that began to pool in the crook of her shoulder, and hooked his teeth into it to mark her skin as hisbecause he had stolen her heart away before any other bastard could.

There was a throb that Tony felt, and he wasn't sure if it was Ande or himself, but it made him piston his hips just little faster. He didn't want to go too fast. He wanted this to be an act of love, not lust. He had too many bad experiences with what lust did to his relationships, and yet he wasn't sure how this action of love would turn out. He hoped that it was only good things, after all.

The throb drove Tony insane, and it was getting to Ande too. Every thrust she felt him get closer and closer to that one spot that needed to be reached the most, but each time it felt farther and farther away. She was complete until he reached that spot, and so she started to move her hips, letting them roll into his when he thrusted.

Right there.

"Oh god," she moaned and her back arched just a little more, adding more leverage for Tony to go deeper. Tony would have smiled if it wasn't for the look of pleasure overtaking his face, letting his forehead rest in the crook of her neck. Both of them relaxed and drank in the pure sensual ecstasy as hormones and adrenaline raced.

"Ande," Tony whispered out of breath, and then let his lips finds hers again. She was pressed against him lovingly, having let go of the pillow and tangled her hand in the short cropped hair on the side of his head. They stayed in that position, not quickening the pace, but instead he slowed, letting their need for release draw out longer and longer. Ande was left in a whimpering, wiggling mess as she tried to buck her hips, wanting to feel that peak of an orgasm high one more time.

Their moments were no longer in sync and their lips brushed against each other sloppily since their movements were not together. They did, however, make it point to not separate their mouths. They found it wouldn't be right to not have their lips on the other in some loving way.

Ande writhed underneath Tony, tightening every part of her body around him, feeling a hot knot and a tingle in her toes start to get stronger and stronger. Tony moaned out her name, and the slowed pace picked back up to where suddenly the bed was moving with them and slightly hitting against the wall.

The high point suddenly hit Tony, and he held back as long as he could, wanting Ande to finish first. She tightened around him one last time before there was a warmth flooding down his thighs and onto the bed sheets. Tony shivered and groaned, feeling her body keep him inside her, but pulled out just in time to let go, releasing onto his soft, tight thigh.

Their bodies were hot and sweaty and tingling from the high of making love. Tony barely held himself up so not to collapse on her. He stayed in that position, catching his breath, staring down at Ande as she did the same.

"Amazing," she whispered, finally opening her eyes to look up at Tony. He gave her a silly smile, his eyes droopy from the high. He felt tired. Tony glanced over at the small clock on the table and groaned.

They had gone at it for almost two hours. That had to be a record.

"I love you, Tony," she whispers to him, straining her neck to kiss him again and moves his damp hair away from his face. There was an exhaustion that took them both over, causing Tony to finally move out from between her thighs. He grabbed her tank top and carefully cleaned her of his mess. The room smelt of sex and sweat, but they were too tired to do much about it and simply crawled under the bed sheet that Tony lifted.

Ande faced the covered window and Tony laid down with his chest pressed to her back, wrapping his arm around her waist and using his other to support under his head as a makeshift pillow. Their skin stuck together, both of their bodies still overheated from the sex. Tony kissed her tangled hair, pulling her body closer and closer to his.

"I love you too, Anna Nicole Denise Edwards," he whispers back, closing his eyes and resting. "The future Mrs. Antonio Cesar Perry."

Tony loved the sound of that, from the Mrs to the last letter in his last name, and that was how he fell asleep: loved and content with his life for the first time in a long time.