A/N This is an idea I've always had in my head, but I have never gotten around to writing it down. I couldn't sleep tonight so decided to finally jot down one part thst was in my head. Let me know what you think. I believe there is enough suggested to get the back story to this one.

I am really rubbish at titles, and at writing too probably but am posting this before I lose the nerve to do so.

This was written in half an hour and with no sleep for about 20 hours. Insomnia is a bitch.

I haven't neglected Playdate, chapter 17 just needs some polishing up and should be uploaded in the next week.

Disclaimer- same as always...

'I can't keep it inside any longer, circumstances be damned. I love you so much. I can't remember what it is to not love you. I have never felt this way, Anna.'

'This is wrong,' she breathed as John took a step closer to her. She didn't move away, despite the words that were leaving her mouth. 'We're both married, if Jeremy ever found out we were having this conversation...'

'If it's wrong...' He was so close now, invading every corner of her body, every inch of her nerves tingling with desire. 'Then why does it feel so right?' He wasn't lying. This did feel right, to be alone with John like this. He had moved to whisper in her ear, his breath caressing the sensitive skin of her neck. 'That bastard you call a husband doesn't deserve to even share the same air as you. My poor excuse for a wife has never come close to making me feel how I do when I'm with you. She has broken my heart a million times over, left me numb but with you I can feel again.'

'John.'

Anna could only manage this choked attempt of saying his name before John's lips were on hers, soft and tender, sending a jolt of ecstasy that spread through her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She had dreamt of this moment. God, the man could kiss. But propriety brought Anna back to the present, she finding from somewhere within the strength to pull away. However, putting distance between them at this moment Anna was sure she could feel her heart break a little.

'Jeremy, if he found out we had just done...'

John's arms were around her waist in the next moment, his forehead resting against hers. And she suddenly felt secure, loved, protected, for the first time in her life. 'I will never force you into something you don't want, Anna. But you are safe with me. I promise. I have never loved like this before and whatever comes, we will face it together. As long as there is breath in my body I won't let him hurt you again.'

Anna moved her head to rest on his chest, unable to prevent the tears from escaping her at the unfairness of it all. 'I just wish I'd met you first, more than anything. I want this,' she corrected herself, 'I want you so much it keeps me up at night. But we can't do this.'

'We can.'

His words were assured, certain and as he placed a gentle hand on her chin to lift her head, their gaze meeting once more, Anna looked into John's eyes and found everything she had ever been looking for. She couldn't believe his next words, but at the same time they were not wholly unexpected.

'Run away with me, Anna.'