T'was the Night Before...

Jayne flew into the trees and John's arms. She tilted her face up accepting with absolute pleasure his kisses, before finally pulling back to look at him. She blushed, and John grinned while pulling her close again. "Did you escape unseen?" John looked back toward the large dark house.

"I missed you so much, while I was in boot camp." John kissed her deeply again. "I couldn't leave to go to Europe without holding you again."

"Are you scared?" Jayne asked quietly. "I mean it's just that..." she let her voice trail off thinking of the Duffy's and how they must be feeling after getting the telegram that came yesterday.

"Nah, I'm one of the lucky ones, I'll be just fine. Especially if I know you are here waiting for me to come home to," John replied.

"Of course I will be," she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him again. John had smiled and taken her mouth again in sweet deep kisses before she could say anymore, pulling her body against his.

"I missed you already," he murmured in her ear, "not strangely, not intermittently but always. Your face is always on my mind, but it has never been as perfect as it is at this moment." He kissed her deeply and passionately his hands stroking down over her body. "You have bewitched me. I dream about you every night. I want you so badly," he murmured hotly into the kisses.

Jayne's mind fluttered briefly to her mother and the promise she had made about waiting. The war couldn't last forever, and there would be plenty of time for romance when all was said and done. He forestalled any words she had that might dampen the urgency of his feelings for her. "I ship out in the morning, but I will come home to you. You are mine. Tell me you are mine." His voice held, and edge and his eyes stared into hers demanding an answer.

"I love you," Jayne whispered, "For now, and for always, my heart belongs to you."

John leaned back against a tree and pulled her with him; his hands ran down her back and cupped the cheeks of her bottom pulling her against his hardening manhood. He groaned into the kiss they shared. Jayne had older brothers, and she was not naïve as to what they held in their pants. Her eyes widened, however, at his proof of desire for her and pressed against him harder knowing that she wanted to be his one and only as much as he wanted her.

Sinking back against the tree John dragged her down to the soft leafy carpeted forest floor and undid her blouse revealing her breasts. His hands moulded to the soft flesh as he continued to kiss her. Jayne ran her hands down his back to his rounded bottom pulling him closer against her. Their voices whispered over the top of each other...

"We can't, I've never done..." she appealed.

"We shouldn't," he whispered.

"We can't be together yet. We aren't even engaged," she appealed without stopping what was happening between them.

"I'm shipping out, heading for war," John's voice held an urgency.

"I don't want you to leave," Jayne said breathlessly.

"I love you," he said, kissing her full lips.

"You're everything to me," she said, returning the kiss.

"Need you," he mumbled around her tongue.

"Love you," she completed.

Somewhere during their impassioned words, John ripped her underwear from her. His pants were dropped in the same process and hung around his knees. He rolled over pinning her to her back and kissing her deeply. He entered her slowly feeling the resistance of her virginity and swallowing her cries with his kisses as he thrust forward, taking her innocence and love as his own.

Jayne wrapped her legs around his waist welcoming him into her as she grimaced against the pain. Tears spilled from her eyes showing both the joy and the sadness she felt as he began moving within her. His hips thrust forward again and again for what seemed an eternity but was in reality no more than a few minutes as their mouth remained glued together in panting, moaning kisses.

It seemed too soon for Jayne when he stiffened trying to hold back his climax. Reaching his hand down to find the hard little nub that he knew from his limited experience, and the salacious talk amongst the other young men in boot camp; was the key to her pleasure. He located what he guessed was the right spot and rubbed gently feeling her shake below him. His mouth continued to take her cries and moans as they moved together. Feeling her quiver almost uncontrollably, John finally released his pent up need and flooded Jayne with proof of his vigour. "Are you in pain?" He asked seriously as he pulled from her.

Jayne shook her head, but tears stung her eyes, and she didn't know why. She wanted what had happened as much as he did, but guilt and regret settled on her that she hadn't waited until his return as her mother had wanted.

John held her closely, savouring the feel of her for long minutes. "I will come home to you," he whispered, "I will take you away from this place and treat you like a queen."

Breathlessly, Jayne nodded. It wasn't a proposal and the regret settled heavily on her. "I love you John." He didn't reply as he stood and pulled his pants back up covering himself.

Helping her to her feet, he kissed her and helped her straighten her clothes while adjusting his own and pulling her once again into his arms to kiss her. When she finally looked around, she saw that the sun was low on the horizon, and she gasped, "I should have returned already. Mother will be worried, and I hate to think what father would do if he knew I was out here in the middle of the night."

"You were exactly where you should have been," John smirked and kissed her once more. "Are you sure you are okay, not in pain or harmed in anyway?"

Jayne looked up and stroked his cheek, "I am wonderful. Here take this." She reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a small photo of herself. "I'll write to you, promise you'll write back."

He kissed her, "You know I hate writing, but I promise I will return for you, as soon as the army is done with me." He slid the photo into his breast pocket and patted it. "I'll keep this close to my heart.

Jayne nodded silently. "I have to go," she murmured softly taking a step towards him. "Stay safe, John." Her eyes began to tear with all the emotion she felt.

His arms wrapped her in a loose embrace as he chuckled, "They call me lucky, remember, and tonight I feel very lucky." He kissed her and walked her to the edge of the woods before jogging back in the direction of his home to say goodbye to his family.