Chapter Ten

(this section contains scenes in which two people, happily married and monogamous, spend an enjoyable evening together. If you don't feel you are mature enough to read it, then by all means, don't.)
~ JosieM

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Rivulets of rain poured down from the heavens that week, as though mother nature herself were grief stricken and, like so many, searching for a release from her torment. Her tears streamed over the umbrella that Ryan held over himself and Gillian, as they returned to Linden after Braden's burial.

Gillian's eyes had been full as Ryan read selections of poetry from Braden's favorite writers. She watches now as he undresses from his dark suit, still damp from the storm, and hangs it in their closet. He had been so brave, never breaking his composure. Only Gillian saw into his heart.

Standing behind him, she gently rests her head against Ryan's bare back, and closes her eyes. Her arms slide up under his, wrapping tightly around his chest. He breaks from their reverie long enough to remember that he was in the process of unlatching the belt from his trousers. As he returns to the task at hand, Gillian peers over his shoulder.

"Let me help." She says, delicately running her tongue over his broad shoulder. In response, he places his strong, masculine hands over hers. Pale, long fingers slip through his, guiding her to the zipper, and slowly slipping it down. One hand breaks away, as she begins her own exploration. Not unfamiliar territory, she's been there before, with her hands, her mouth, her tongue, never losing fascination. This is mine alone, every bit of him is for me. My love, my love…

She listens as he moans and cries out, the most beautiful song ever created. A woman pleasing her man in the most sacred way she knows how. Quickly, sensing that the end is near, he turns to face her, lifting her up in his arms. Gillian wraps her legs tightly around him, as he pins her against the wall, narrowly avoiding a collision with the night table.

She is still partially dressed, in a white silk slip, and black panty-hose that end at her thighs. He slows his pace for just a moment, to savor her, appreciating every moment. The unbearable pain of the past week had taken its toll, and they both longed to take each other away, and somehow forget everything. He closes his eyes, and kisses her hungrily, moving his tongue in a rhythmic dance with hers.

Moving his hands up and down her thighs, he slips each stocking from her leg, and tosses it aside. Her hands stroke the tight muscles of his buttocks as he lifts the slip up, just enough to find what he was looking for. She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, and breathes in deeply as he enters.

"Oui, Oui, Moi Chere, Oui, Oui…"

Meanwhile, on the night table, a framed wedding photo and a small collection of perfume bottles shake as they slam into the wall, over and over again. Each time followed by breathless gasps in two voices.

Holding his face in her hands, they embrace in a final incendiary kiss, as he drives forward one last time. Preparing to come with her, he thanks the Gods or God or whoever that brought him to this woman, his wife. "Forever. I want to be with her forever."

Gillian runs her hands through his hair, soaked with sweat, and finds herself falling away. There is an ocean pulsating through her, and she is just a passenger in a small raft, not even a boat. Tossing back and forth, she knows the tide is coming, and she will go with it. He is there too, and she would never leave him.

When it is over, they hold each other tightly, sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied.

Still catching his breath, Ryan sputters out, "Thank you. I needed that…and you, God, I always need you."

Leaning their heads together, Gillian smiles at him, as he brushes a lock of wet hair back from her face.

The storm rages on, claps of thunder and flashes of lightning moving to their own rhythm, as the small bedside lamp flickers on and off.

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"I wasn't there."

"Hmm?" Gillian sits up groggily from where she had been dozing on the bed. Flat on her stomach and stark nude, she leans up on an elbow. Ryan had already showered and was sitting next to her in his bathrobe.

"I wasn't there when my brother died."

"Oh, no."

"I went for coffee, and when I came back, there were doctors and nurses everywhere. They wouldn't let me see him."

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry." Gillian says as she reaches for a blanket at the end of the bed, and pulls it around them both. She can feel his tears dampening her breasts and she struggles to hold back her own. He is breaking and there is nothing she can do to stop it from happening.

"It's ok, shhh, it's ok. It's gonna be alright, baby. We'll get through this together, like we always do. Together."




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