Scrubs

"Jamie!" she cried out. "Oh, God, Jamie! I love you!"

Damon lay still under her, thinking on that. He felt her hands release his wrists and he pulled his arms down, brought them around her waist, gave a gentle hug.

Panting, Piper lay on top of him, her head on his shoulder. Despite his unsatisfied hardness, it still seemed to the boy to be as peaceful, as pleasant a moment as he could remember. He could afford to wait.

Piper suddenly gasped, stiffened.

"What is it?" he said, turning, trying to see her face. She clung to him, wouldn't let him see her.

"Oh, shit!" she said softly. "I'm so, so sorry, Damon."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The woman started to weep, initial sniffles growing to deep sobs. Instinctively, Damon began to stroke her head and shoulders with his free hand.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?"

Her head shook on his shoulder, but he felt a shudder run through the bare body under his hand and lifted it away.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I called... Just now, I called you 'Jamie'." Her crying restarted, her body shook with her grief.

Damon thought for a moment. His arm tensed, pulled her in to cradle more tightly against him.

"It's OK," he whispered tenderly. "Piper, it's OK."

Her head shook again against his shoulder.

Sometimes tears are a good thing,  he thought to himself. Sometimes you just need to let people cry themselves out. It's part of healing.

Her sex still full of his hardness, Piper wept months of fear, of loss, of sorrow. Damon could feel the tears flowing down his bare shoulder and chest, felt her arms pull him in tighter and tighter against her in her grief. He kept stroking her as one would comfort a small child.

"It's OK," he repeated, again and again.

The tears slowly subsided; her grip on his waist loosened. A tear-smeared face rolled up to look at him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, then hiccupped.

Damon ran a fingertip along her cheek.

"You loved him," he said.

Red eyes stared at his, as if puzzled at the statement,

"Yes," she said, "Yes, I did. He was my life."

Damon stretched, kissed her forehead gently, lay back and, still looking at her eyes, asked, very softly, "And you were enjoying yourself when..."

Her reply was so soft as to be barely audible, even in the garden's stillness. "Yes. Oh, yes!"

"Piper," he said, hugging her gently, "You were in love and you were happy. Why was that wrong?"

Her head turned to look at him.

"Because I..."

His finger came to her lips, silenced her.

"Because nothing, sweet things. You've been hurting and deeply missing somebody who'd been part of your life for a long time. And you were enjoying yourself and thinking of him. It's OK. I'm not angry."

"But..."

"It's OK, Piper. I'm happy to have made you happy." He leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.

Her eyes grew wide.

"Really?" she whispered. "You're not upset?"

Damon let himself lie back, felt her body relax on his, her weight a pleasant burden.

"Piper," he said, "for just a moment, put on your professional hat and think like a psychologist, not as an individual, not as a woman.

"Not," he said, smiling as he stroked a hand over her bare buttocks, "Not that I have any complaints about that latter."

She hugged him, gave an almost silent giggle.

"Dr Coonage, if you were in your office and one of your patients was worried about something like this, what would you say?"

There was no reply, but he knew she was listening.

"I think that you'd tell them that it was perfectly understandable, perfectly normal and nothing to worry about. Wouldn't you?"

The woman was silent for a long moment before she shifted her body, turned her head. Her eyes locked onto his.

"I know, Damon," she said, "Yes, I would, but men can be... different."

Hs stroked her cheek gently with one hand.

"I myself am very happy about that difference, Piper. And I'm not upset. We were making each other happy -- and that's how it's supposed to be. Isn't it?"

"Yes," she said, before lowering her eyes. "Damon..."

"Mmm?"

"You were... I mean, Jamie was my only... There's been nobody..."

"Sssh," he said softly.

Damon could feel her breathing, felt her weight decrease as she took more of her weight on her knees. He found that he could shift within her and began a very slow but very deep stroke. Piper chuckled at the sensation and he continued, enjoying the moment.

Her head came up. They locked eyes.

"Damon," she asked, hesitatingly, "did you...?"

He smiled at her. "Like I said, Piper, it's OK."

"Like hell!" she whispered. With surprising strength, she grasped his torso with her arms and rolled over onto her back, carrying him with her, still locked together.

She brought her hands up, pulled his head down so it was right in front of hers. "Like hell, Damon," she repeated. She spread her legs wider, felt him slide in a bit deeper, shivered as an orgasmic echo shimmied within her.

Damon, trying to keep most of his weight on knees and elbows, began to ease in and out of her, felt the fire in his loins grow hotter.

Beneath him, Piper began to roll her hips to meet each of his thrusts, squealing once as Damon sped up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him in harder each time he moved back into her.

Damon felt as if his balls were heavy as bricks. Inside Piper's slippery softness, his crown seemed twice its normal size.

Beneath him, Piper began to gasp each time his stomach slapped down onto hers. The heat built within her, her sex taking charge.

Damon's eyes were closed, his lips thin with concentration. She reached up. pulled his head down, locked her lips on his. She unlocked her feet from around his waist, planted them flat on the grass. Thus anchored, she began to bounce her hips against Damon as he plunged into her. A growl came from deep within her chest as another orgasm flooded in, softer, but rounder. It seemed to last forever, growing more powerful, increasing with each of Damon's thrusts into her. Her world was filled with the joy of it and she clutched his body towards her, dug her nails into his back, gasping for air, crying out in wordless bliss.

With that, Damon went rigid. She could feel his hardness pulsing and throbbing within her, feel his weight on her as he collapsed, almost boneless. She could hear his hoarse panting by her ear.

And still her own orgasm continued. She shuddered, shivered, gave into it entirely.

+

Damon awoke, felt her body next to his, heard a soft snore by his ear. Something made a sound to one side. Rolling his head, he saw a red fox sitting on its haunches, examining them. Its tongue rolled out, licked its nose.

"Hi," he greeted it. At the sound, the fox sprang to its feet, trotted away through the bushes.

"Hi, yourself," Piper whispered into his ear. She wondered why she had been so nervous.

"Fox," he said, trying to explain.

He felt her arms close around him in a deep hug.

"You say the sweetest things," she whispered.

So he did.

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