My Immortal...

They walk into the house on their own two feet. They're in recovery. The agents fan out and make themselves invisible again. They’ve been focused on one another all day. Somehow, they’ve managed to restrain themselves in public, but once the door close, all bets are off.

Abbey squeezes his hand and pulls him behind her as she starts to climb the stairs. She already has something in mind. With her free hand, she begins to unbutton her jacket and thinks of exactly what she’ll be wearing when this evening draws to a close. Nothing, if all goes according to plan.

She pushes the bedroom door open and directs him to sit patiently on the edge of the bed. “Don’t move,” she says. He doesn’t move a muscle. He doesn’t know what she has planned, but knows that the very idea of it excites him.

Suddenly, a shadow catches his eyes and there stands a goddess, his goddess. Clad in only a silk blouse buttoned just to her above her navel. She saunters to him without the nervousness of their early lovemaking hovering above her. The first few times they were together, all she could do was a blush and giggle until she was so embarrassed that she’d burst into tears. With patience he taught her everything he knew and allowed her to learn his body at her own speed. It didn’t take too long for her get the hang of it. She’s a fast learner. She now knows just what he likes and won’t hesitate to use that knowledge to bring him to his knees.

She straddles his lap and pushes him onto his back. She starts gently at first, still fearing for his health and well-being. She doesn’t want to lose him again. He pushes a stray lock from her face to capture her attention.

“You don’t have to be gentle. I’m all right, now. Do your worst.” Finally, having been given the license to drive him to the verge of his sanity she thinks that he is wearing far too many clothes. His sweatshirt is the first to go. She pulls it over his head and tosses it to the floor. He won’t be needing it for a while. She tosses his white t-shirt to the head of the bed, because she likes it and wants to wear it later. It’ll still have his scent embedded in it. Can’t go wrong there.

He licks his lips as she works him over and her blouse slips open to give him peek of the treasure that waits for him inside. She smiles at the lust that clouds his eyes already. His mind has conjured up a hundred endings to this dream and they all seem to be in his favor. Raking her nails through the graying hair on his chest, she leans over his face to take in every line and lash and graying temple. She loves this face.

Her breath warms his cheeks and smells like candy. He thinks strawberry. She kisses him once, giving him just enough to confirm his suspicions. Strawberry, definitely strawberry. She kisses him again, delving deeply enough to make his head spin and his lips tremble. He likes Strawberry.

She knows him well enough to know that. She pulls away slowly, beckoning him to follow. His eyes never leave her lips and she can taste his hunger. She reaches down between them, making quick work of his belt and zipper. She leaves a trail of kisses across his chest and down his stomach, nipping lightly at the edge of his straining boxers.

She taps his thigh and pulls him off the bed to stand up. She snaps her fingers and barks, “Off!” She’s gotten so good at one-word commands. “Now.” This last word is said in a husky tone that tells him that she expects to be obeyed. His pants hit the floor like rocks. She runs her hands along his thighs, purposefully skipping over the aching protrusion in his boxers.

She looks so innocent while she breaks him. It’s already begun to drive him crazy. She dips her hands into the back of the boxers and cups his ass with delight. The movement pulls his towards her, pressing him firmly against her stomach. She tries to look surprised. It doesn’t last.

She hooks her fingers on the waistband of this world-weary undergarment and tugs them down. His groan stops her. “Oops.” She must’ve forgotten about that. Not likely. She eases the taut fabric down until it pools around his ankles and he lets out a ragged breath. She catches him off guard as she traces him from his throbbing tip to his thick base.

He meets her touch with one of his own and brushes the blouse off her shoulders. He marks her neck with his mouth, drawing her into him as she caresses him at a nerve-shattering cadence. He pushes his knee between her thighs and urges her forward. He rocks her against him in time with the movement of her hand. She braces herself on his shoulder as the spring in belly threatens to snap. This isn’t how she wants to go.

With a disappointed frown, she allows her hand to drop from him. He slumps forward unhappily. He is so close the edge. He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to contain himself. She makes a soft sound and he looks to see a tenderness in her eyes that melts his heart. He leans forward and gives her the softest kiss. He can be so gentle with her.

He leads her back to the bed and sits to wait for her instructions. He knows that she wants to do this for him. He’ll play along as long as he can keep it up. She lifts her chin, motioning for him to lay back. He does and she climbs him deliberately, seductively. She wastes no time steadying herself above him with his hands at her hips. She sinks to her knees with her eyes closed, her teeth working her bottom lip to keep her own needs at bay. This night is for him.

They take a moment to simply feel this joining before a deeper yearning takes precedence. She leans into him, making circles over his nipples with her thumbs, whispering his name intensely. It’s sensory overload. The smell of her, the feel of her all over him, the sound of his name on her lips and the sight of her moving above him. All that’s missing is the taste.

He undoes the remaining buttons on her blouse and lets it drop across his thighs behind her. He sits up to hold her close and to get one more kiss. He grasps her thighs with bruising fingers as she pushes him harder, harder, and harder still. She buries her fingernails in his shoulders as he thrusts up to meet her frenzied movements. Her name spills from his lips like a mantra, a song of lust. Again and again, she has to stop herself from joining him in his oblivion. It would be so wonderful.

At last, he stills beneath her, his breath hot on her chest. He plunges into her one last time and crushes her to him as the shockwaves pass over him. She groans as the heat of his climax burns her and brands from the inside. She still abstains from her own release and collapses in his arms. The things she does for the man she loves.

They lay there in silence for a few a minutes as the sweat on their bodies cool. He traces the vertebrae of her spine and kisses the dark curls on her head. “Abbey, what happened?” She looks up at him with low-lidded eyes even though she’s far from tired. She doesn’t know what he means. “Just now. When were together. Did I do something you didn’t like?” She shakes her head, looking confused. “You didn’t...You know.” Her mouth falls open with comprehension and her cheeks burn. “What happened?” She shakes her head again. Nothing. “Something had to happen or not happen. Are you sure it wasn’t me?” He looks insecure at the notion that he may not have pleased her. She nods and leans up to him for a kiss. Now, she needs a cold shower.

She winks at him and rolls out of bed. He watches her bare hips swing as she starts to disappear into the bathroom. “Abbey.” She turns around to look at him curiously. “Did you do it for me?” She raises her eyebrows in question. “Put it off. Did you put yourself off for me?” She shrugs indifferently.

“Answer me. Did you put yourself off for me?” She nods reluctantly. “I thought so. Come here.” She does so with her head hanging and arms crossed protectively in front of herself. “Why?” She puts her hands out and nods towards him. “For me? Because this is my first night back home and you wanted it to be special?” She smiles and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head. “Well, that was very sweet of you. And tonight has been so special, but you know, it can still be special if we both get what we want. Don’t you think so?” She makes a face and shrugs.

“I’m not saying it was a bad plan. I’m just that I want us both to get what we want. Do you understand?” She nods and sighs.

“Lie down next to me.” .” He taps the empty space beside him. There’s a commanding edge to his voice and she does what he says. He looks down at her and feels the ache begin anew. He kneels by her knees and kisses her the planes of her alabaster thighs. He reaches their insides and tastes the exotic flavor of the desire she had hidden so well. He kisses her hips and nuzzles the soft hair that conceals the treasure that he will find. But not yet.

He slides his hands along her stomach and traces her ribs, deftly avoiding the tender breasts that want his attention. He kisses the valley between them and moves up to her lips. She allows him entry to her mouth slowly, her body arching insistently against him. If she’s going to be insulted, she might as well enjoy it. His kiss makes her shudder and his hand manipulates the sensitive nub of her breast, drawing a whimper from the back of her throat. She literally aches from the need to be with him. If she isn’t with him soon, she can’t be held responsible for her actions.

“Still feel insulted?” He whispers this between heated caresses.

“Shh. Make love to me.” Realizing that the time for talking has passed, he wraps her legs around him and lets her guide him. Her chest heaves beneath him and slides home, knowing that he is complete ready to go it one more round, just for her. He knows by the feel of the liquid heat coating both of them that she won’t last long.

Her eyes are gold in the dim light of the dawn. The yearning to make love to her returns full force with back up. He traces her cheeks with his lips and lays one last kiss upon her brow. Beautiful. “Make love to me, Jed.” Her voice is low and husky, but she sounds shy. She knows what she wants. She’s just a little about asking for it.

He starts with slow, shallow thrusts to take the edge off the hunger, but as the fire in his belly passes to her, she urges him to go faster and to end this torment. She whispers his name over and over. He loves how it sounds on her lips. Like a sensual lullaby in time to the smacking of the headboard on the wall.

A cry escapes her and she presses herself to push both of them over. She holds him like a vice; releasing and capturing him with every other breath. They reach their breaking points at the same moment. She grasps his ass and arches into his thrust as he finds that spot behind her ear that she loves and gives her...a kiss.

The banging of the headboard slows, and then stops altogether. They tremble together, waiting out the aftershocks with bated breath. When they’ve obviously passed, he withdraws and curls up beside her to pull her into his arms. She smells like strawberry and lovemaking. If they could bottle that they’d make a mint.

He kisses a damp shoulder and nuzzles her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

“I know.” She smirks as she looks at the sluggishly rising sun. She understands. She isn’t a morning person either.

“You’re very cocky.”

“No. Very sexy.” She’s made her point and leaves it at that. She lets her work speak for itself.

“I agree.” She doesn’t take the bait. She’s said all that she needs too. “Well, cocky or no...I love you very much.” She looks over her shoulder at him, giving him a dazzling profile of her face.

“I love you, too.” She mouths, their night catching up with her. She lays her head in the crook of his neck and starts to drift off.

“Good night, Abbey.” The heavy silence is only interrupted by her response.

“Good night...Jackass.” When he looks down to see her, she’s already asleep.

He isn’t sure if he really heard her say that and it doesn’t matter, because as long they’re together shadows of the woman she was will continue to show themselves. He loved Abigail and will love her until the day that he dies, but she’s gone now and as much as it hurts him to admit it, she’s not coming back. With time, that’s something that he’s come to accept.

But as long as he has Abbey, he will survive.

And as long as Abbey lives, Abigail will never die.

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