Breathless
R
Small twinkling lights dotted the night sky as they accompanied the full moon that rose to illuminate the darkness. Filtered from the blinds covering the large windows of Fox's bedroom, moonlight scattered its white radiating light onto Theresa's exposed skin. Waves of electrifying sensations washed over Fox's body and stimulated the rapid cadence of his heart as his eyes traveled the length of her body. The tips of Theresa's delicate fingers generated warmth on the surface of Fox's slightly cool skin as she traced every sculpted muscle of his chest. Mesmerized by Theresa's tantalizing mouth, Fox lips itched with the desire to taste her. Pulling her gently towards him, Fox held nothing back as he kissed Theresa with ferocious passion. As if possessing a life of its own, his tongue thrust itself into Theresa's mouth searching to attempt to fulfill Fox's hunger.
Theresa's moan of pleasure fueled the burning desires stirring within Fox. His fingers entangled themselves with Theresa's silky tresses as other parts of his body pulsated with desire. Theresa pressed her bare chest against his gasping for air when Fox's hands journeyed down to the valley in between her thighs. Theresa cried Fox's name as his hands stroked her, begging him to send her over the edge into a mind-blowing realm of intense bliss. Grinning mischievously, Fox left her aching for more as his hands left her moist center to reach up to comb through her hair. Leaving a trail of small kisses on her stomach, Fox traveled upwards to lick the hardened tips of Theresa's breasts. Her body arched to accommodate Fox's mouth while still coiling with desire. "Please Fox," She begged pressing her hips against. "Please."
Fox felt Theresa's body shuddering with yearning underneath him. Slipping his hands underneath her bottom, Fox lifted her upwards and plunged inside. Creating a steady rhythm, Fox and Theresa danced in unity- their two bodies blended together in perfect harmony. Theresa's arms wound themselves more tightly around Fox's body as he brought her closer to sheer ecstasy. One final thrust from Fox sent the lovers over a waterfall of pure bliss. Enveloped in pleasure, Fox and Theresa felt as though a part of them were soaring unrestrained. Although the passion they harbored for one another was inexpressible through words, their nights of love perfectly conveyed their emotions.
Theresa snuggled against Fox as she felt his arms wrap around her body. His embrace always elicited feelings of security and belonging within Theresa. Whenever she needed him, Fox, knowing exactly what to do would wrap his arms around her. Words were not necessary to express the sincere care he possessed, for Fox's touch was exactly enough for Theresa. Closing her eyes, Theresa wandered off to sleep content in knowing that she would awake in the arms of the man she loved. Kissing Theresa gently on the forehead, Fox took once last glimpse of his sleeping lover. "Good night, beautiful" He whispered softly in her ear before drifting off to sleep.
The moonlight from the previous night was replaced with the bright yellow sunshine from the morning sun rising to greet those who were awakening from their slumbers. Reluctantly, Theresa opened her eyes to face the day. Although being with Fox momentarily numbed the pain from losing her son, nothing would ever eradicate the heartbreak Theresa experienced knowing that Ethan and Gwen Winthrop were the ones who were tucking her son into bed, or reading him stories, or teaching him new things. Infuriated as well as hurt, Theresa's suppressed anger towards Ethan and Gwen was proving to be a difficult burden. Theresa felt that she was supposed to be the parent. [i]She[/i] was supposed to be a mother to her son, but the tainted decisions of easily swayed judges and women set out for revenge took that away from her.
Theresa felt broken inside. If it weren't for Fox, she would fall completely apart and shatter as easily as glass. It was not right that her own flesh and blood, [i]her[/i] child, was taken away from her unfairly. It was not right that she had to suffer at the expense of revenge-crazed Rebecca and Gwen. It was not right that she was being blamed for Gwen's baby's death.
A lot of things were not right.
Theresa was tired of the conflicts in her life that inevitably tore her down. Obstacle after obstacle tripped her along her journey, and every time Theresa fell down, she was losing the strength to stand back up. The troubles plaguing her life had started as the result of a plan of revenge concocted by a scheming mother/daughter duo. Theresa, unfortunately oblivious to their plan, suffered. Ever since the truth of Ethan's paternity was released, Theresa's life took a long downward spiral. She felt pieces of her breaking away as she uncontrollably felt herself falling into darkness.
Theresa had almost succumbed eternally to the darkness that one night as she stared into the dark murky waters of the Harmony Warf. Distinct memories that were forever stored in her Theresa's mind transported Theresa to one of the lowest points in her life. She remembered the harsh cold air stinging her cheeks and spreading its icy touch to the depths of her troubled soul. Theresa could still remember staring into the waters and thinking that darkness was the only choice left. Intending never to come to the surface again, Theresa had jumped into the cold waters wanting to die.
Theresa had lived and learned from the experience. However, many more trials and tribulations packaged and shipped her way were unwillingly received and battered the fiery spunk the Lopez-Fitzgerald family was known to posses.
Although Pilar disagreed and did her best to talk Theresa out of many of her schemes, she still loved her daughter and offered her support. However, the worry for all her children that plagued Pilar constantly was noticeably wearing her down. The emergence of the discovery of her rare blood disease did not make matters any easier for Pilar, for she still refused to inform her children of her limited time.
Determined to fulfill her motherly duties, Pilar was filled with strength to keep fighting for her life. Unfortunately that strength was wearing down. Frequent nosebleeds were an indicator that her health was only getting worse.
Pilar was not the only person who stood by Theresa as her support. The introduction of yet another Crane in Theresa's life was unexpected, but later on welcomed by Theresa. Nicholas Foxworth Crane made his appearance in Harmony the night of Ethan and Gwen's wedding, and since then there had not been a day that Theresa did not thank God for bringing Fox to her.
The witty and handsome young Crane became Theresa's confidant. Together they shared each other's emotions and day by day they increasingly became better friends. The days spent out in Los Angeles seemed to finally unleash the hidden feelings Fox and Theresa shared for one another. The breathtaking kiss by the pool only led to a series of more events. And still, even out in Los Angeles Theresa's life took yet another downward spiral.
Theresa turned and gazed at Fox's sleeping figure. Although things in Theresa's life had seemed to turn upside down after the events in L.A., Fox was there to turn things right side up. "Thank God I have you," Theresa whispered tearfully.