A/N: I found that story totally forgotten among my files and I decided to publish it. I remember it was inspired by the song 'Everytime we touch' by Maggie Reilly, even though it's probably not visible in the text ;) It was also supposed to be longer and had a plot, but I forgot what I wanted to be there, so I thought that it may go as a one shot as well ;)
It's set before or through the season 1, it depends on you :)
Enjoy!
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His rapid breath and moans over her ear and his member inside her, were driving her crazy. It felt like heaven that night. He continued his strong pace on her, pulling out and thrusting back in again. She felt herself tightening at him, her breath hastened.
'Oh my fucking God!' her scream spread around the room, when she rode on the wave of her orgasm. While later he came off also, grunting to her ear, something she didn't understand. Then wordlessly he pulled out of her, collapsed nearby and turned around. Evelyn sat up to turn down the table lamp at her side, the only one switched on while they were having sex, and felt his seed letting out of her. One glance at Adrian's rising chest let her know he had fallen asleep. 'Yeah, 'having sex' is great description.' she thought 'We're not making love. There's no love anymore.' Overwhelming psychical pain weighed on her. She tried to not believe her thoughts, to shut them down. Her eyes glazed dangerously. She clenched her fist and buried her teeth into it, forcing herself not to cry. Unfortunately the tears were stronger than she was and started running down her cheeks. It hurt so much to see that husband was almost ignoring her. Sex was the only thing he wanted from her and yet sometimes he seemed like he wasn't doing it with pleasure, but some sense of marital duty. More tears shown up in her eyes, but she wiped them away, trying to sniffle as quiet as she could, to not wake Adrian up. Memories of the time when it had been better, flooded her. They had had flawless life. Two halves of an apple, with amazing house, enormous amount of money, servants and healthy, pretty little son, who was the perfect compilation of their personalities and looks. It couldn't be more glorious. Then suddenly the accident has happened and took everything what was important to them. Their son and their happiness. Nothing was like it used to be, anymore. Years passed by now and they were in the same place. Still grieving, but each in another way. Adrian blamed her and she just retreated into herself. But she never stopped loving him. And she still tried to believe that he did love her too. Even when he said he was disgusted of her and he would never touch her again, she forgave him. And then when, like a typical men, he came to her begging for sex, she welcomed him with open arms. She still had hope and he still had nerve. But she was able to forgive him everything, even though he was only causing her pain. And it was because he was the only person she had left to love.
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