He pursued her relentlessly. "Cheshire, you might as well give up now, the rest of the Titans in the building looking for you." He hoped his bluff sounded convincing; he tried to raise the rest of the team for backup, but Donna said they were at least two hours out. He had to end it and end it soon.

He rounded the corner and found himself in a large room that, from the looks of it, was used for training. Great, he thought, Just what I needed. He heard movement behind him and ducked just in time to avoid a green leather-shod foot. He swept his own leg out, trying to catch her, but she jumped back easily. "Cheshire, this is crazy. That disk has enough intel to destroy millions of lives..." he started.

"And to make me a very rich woman," she finished. She took her fighting stance again. "Roy, you of all people should understand how important planning for the future is. After all, you are taking care of our daughter, how do you expect to support her playing by the rules." She swung her fist at his face, following through with her foot. He dodged her punch but caught her kick in the jaw and staggered backwards. She continued, "What does following me get you? A pat on the back and the same problems you had yesterday."

"At least I can see Lian and not be ashamed of what I've accomplished," he answered. "That's more than you can say. Have you ever done anything that you can look Lian in the face and be proud of?" That statement must have hit a nerve, because for a split second, she seemed stunned. He knew he wouldn't get a second chance. Charging at her, he caught her by the waist and threw them into the back wall. They hit it with such a tremendous force, they were both winded from the impact. They fell to the floor in a heap. He lay on top of her, gasping. She struggled to breathe, then got her wits about her. Reaching for one of her blades, she stabbed at him.

He caught the glint of steel out of the corner of his eye and grabbed her wrist, holding it with a shaky hand. He applied pressure to the nerve, causing her to drop the knife. Sliding up for a better position, his body armor caught the belt of her tunic, forcing it open. The green silk slid open slowly, revealing her tan skin, her full breasts. He looked deeply into her green eyes and was caught. "Oh God, Jade," using her real name for the first time.

She saw the longing in his eyes and realized it mirrored her own. How long had it been since she felt this desire stir in her. He touched some part of her, something she had never been able to duplicate with any other man she had. Lord knows she tried, but Roy was different. She tilted her head up and caught his lips with her own.

He returned the kiss fiercely. His mouth ground into hers, their tongues dueling, dancing. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, just a ferocity that echoed from their desires. His fingers twined with hers, his leg parted hers and he plundered her mouth, drinking in the spicy perfume she always wore. The scent haunted him now, just as it had haunted him in the years that they were separated. He let go her hands and slid his fingers down her body, easing her out of her top, bearing her to his mouth. He left a trail of fiery kisses down her neck as his mouth closed on a hard nipple.

She arched up against his mouth, tangling her hands in his hair, pulling him down on her, encouraging him with soft moans. "It's been so long Roy," she whispered, "Too long." Her hands clamored for the hem of his body armor. She wanted his skin on hers, she wanted to taste his sweat soaked chest. He responded by undoing the clasps and throwing his tunic aside. Her hands went to his well-muscled chest, tracing designs that drove him mad. He fell on her again, trading kiss for kiss, feeling her claw his back with her long red nails. He ran his hands down into the waist of her green tights, cupping her buttocks in his strong hands, tilting them just so. He rubbed his groin against her, wishing they were somewhere else and things were different. She set loose a need in him he had denied for years. No other woman was like her; she was a fever in his blood. He felt her hands in his waistband and he knew there was no way they could stop now.

She felt his mouth move down her body and felt his hands ease her tights off her legs. She kicked off her boots, and moved her legs to assist him, stroking his broad shoulders. He stripped her tights off and lifting her hips, he began to tongue her wetness. Her legs tensed, and her voice echoed off the distant walls as he laved his tongue over her lips. She was sweet to him and he tasted her deeply, plunging his tongue into her core. The madness took him over. He had to have her.

She screamed with pleasure as he tongued her. His mouth driving her insane, she was losing control. She wanted him now; she needed to feel him in her. She pulled his hair, pleading, "Roy, I need you now." He looked up into her eyes and realized he needed her too. Fumbling with his pants, he eased his shaft, erect and throbbing between her lips. His hands went back to her waist, tilted her up to him and sheathed himself in on swift movement. He felt her tighten around him and her legs wrap around his hips. She started to move against him drawing him deep in her.

He captured her mouth again as he moved against her, his cock sliding in and out of her in an ageless rhythm. Her hands caught his ass and clawed it, wanting him deeper in her. Her moans were stifled against his lips, her hand ran the length of his body, setting his already sensitive skin on fire. His movements speeded up as he began to climax. He moved one hand between them and fingered her delicate spot, while moaning to her, "Come with me Jade, please come with me." He felt her start to move against him frantically, grinding her hips into his, tangling her leg with his. Her nails dug into his shoulders, screaming his name. He screamed her name against her neck and kissing her hard again, let his climax wash over them.

What seemed to be moments later, he opened his eyes and looked for her. He stood over him, fully dressed with a small canister pointed at him. Spraying him with the knock-out gas, she whispered, "I'm sorry love. Tell Lian that her mommy misses her."

"Roy, can you hear me?" Dick knelt over him waving smelling salts under his nose. Roy snapped his eyes open then struggled to sit up, searching for his clothing. He then realized he was fully dressed, and clutching a small case.

"Roy are you ok? You look like hell," Dick said matter-of-factly.

"I'm ok," Roy replied. "Where's Cheshire?"

Donna answered, "She must have gotten away. But at least you got the disk." He finally looked at the disk he still clutched. She could have gotten away with millions to the highest bidder.

Donna saw his confused look and asked, "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head and smiled weakly. "No Donna. I think things are starting to go right."

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