Return to Me

He had killed Madison. Choked the life out of her in cold blood. He had lost control too many times since he had been pieced back together. He had felt so out of his mind that he could do nothing but fulfill the need to let loose his anger and wrath. Countless times he had had beaten the life out of someone. But this had been different. Madison had let Zoe, his sweet loving Zoe, go to the dark place out of spite, out of hatred and desire to be the most powerful of them all. She deserved to die. She deserved to feel him drain the life from her like she had tried to make him do to Zoe earlier. Her larynx had crushed under his fingers like putty and not a single part of him felt remorse. She had started to pack anyway, just like Spaulding had said. No one would care. No one would miss or mourn her. It was her fault he had died the first time. It was her fault his heart was breaking right now.

She had promised him. Zoe, his Zoe… she had promised she wouldn't leave him. He had seen her face when he had pushed Madison away for the final time saying he only wanted Zoe. She couldn't believe it. She had gone through life so damn alone. She had killed her first love because she was a black widow, and murdered again to exact revenge on Madison's behalf. It had only been hours since he had watched her descend to hell, only to wake gasping and crying because her own personal hell had been him leaving her over and over again. Didn't she understand that from the first moment he saw her, she was it for him? Every moment of hell he had gone through was worth it because he loved her. God he loved her. But now, with no supreme and Madison dead, she really wasn't coming back to him. He had been helpless to do anything when she was impaled on the iron fence, helpless to save her once she had been gotten down. She had made him a promise and now…now she was gone.

The butler, Spaulding, showed him where to bury Madison's body. It was simple to get rid of her and if he could harm her anymore than killing her, he would if he knew it would bring her spirit pain. He wished she felt the agony rushing through his veins. Her death had been simple. He should have bashed in her head like he had done to the child molesting fuck that had been his mother.

He went back inside the house, covered in dirt and begging his head for a respite from the endless loop that was reeling in his head. He kept seeing her die, her lifeless hand clutched within his own as he remembered her carefree laughter that he had heard in Florida before they came back to this place. The effortless smile she had had once she had escaped the clutches of people like Madison and Fiona. How she had felt, warm and safe, wrapped in his arms every night when they fell asleep. He didn't know how he was suppose to sleep tonight knowing she lay cold in the green house.

Climbing into the shower, he stood letting the warm water rain down upon him, rinsing away the dirt and grime, and the beautiful red that had been her blood. Tears escaped his eyes before he could stop them, falling to his knees as he gripped the edge of the tub for support. How could the universe be so cruel to bring him back only to have the reason he bothered breathing be taken away?

He didn't know how long he let himself stay ripped apart in the tub but it must have been a good deal of time. By the time he had the energy to stand and turn off the water it had long since run cold. Dripping wet, he climbed from the shower, drying himself off before climbing into a pair of pajama pants and a tank top that Zoe had bought him. They had taken very few of his clothes from his mother's house. Too many memories. He wished he had torched the entire house with her damn body in it.

He climbed in her bed, their bed…that's what she had called it once they had returned. Their bed. It smelled like her, like being wrapped in a warm blanket of Zoe. He wondered how long it would last before this was taken from him too…

He didn't know if only a few hours had passed but he was startled from sleep by something warm…a hand. A hand that was running through his hair, soft, like what she did to help him sleep before Fiona helped him talk again…Gasping he sat up quickly to see the smile hit her lips as he realized she was there.

"Am I dreaming? Or is this heaven?"

She was in his arms before she could answer, his lips on hers before a breath had passed. Her warm hands found the chilled skin of his cheeks as she placed her forehead against his.

"Not dreaming. And this is as close to heaven as I think I can get."

"How…no one…I just….I couldn't do anything! You promised! No one could fix it and I just…"

His words tumbled one after the other as he just kept looking at her, checking her over, and holding onto her with a vice grip.

"Cordelia is the Supreme. She completed the Seven Wonders and she revived me. It was quite difficult… but she did it. She healed her eyes too."

"I killed Madison."

Zoe laughed with his retort.

"Good. I would've been burnt at the stake if I did it."

Kyle looked at her as she laughed, the first easy breath he had taken escaping him as he looked into her big round brown eyes. She came back to him.

"As for my promise. I know I promised I would never leave. There is no one and nothing that could take me from you without me kicking and screaming and using every ounce of magic I have to fight that. What happened was an accident. I can't promise that nothing will ever happen to me. But just know that you're it for me Kyle. I love you. I love you more than I can put into words. And now…now we have forever."

Kissing her, he pulled her down to lay on top of him as he held her as close as he could get.

"Are you okay? I mean… that dark place is a terrible place to go to….if only for even a little while."

Nodding her head, she sniffled as tears shone in her eyes.

"I had already escaped my hell once today, I knew how to cope with it this time. In the end, your face was still an endless loop for my eternity, even if you were telling me you didn't love me."

Cupping her face with his hands, he made sure she was looking at him as he spoke his next words.

"I love you Zoe. I love you more than I could hope to ever explain. I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll say it over and over and over."

Kissing him, she felt him hard and needy against her leg as he cradled her in his arms. After dying today, she wanted him to make her feel anything and everything. Boldly, she ran her fingers underneath his waistband to feel him hot and hard in her hand. Stroking him with her small hands, he groaned as he felt himself grow under her touch.

"Make me feel alive Kyle. Please…"

He stripped her clothes from her, tossing the blooded clothes far away from them, to be burned and forgotten at another time. He saw the mark the impaled wound had left and he leaned down to kiss it softly. Running his hands over the rest of her body, he saw her writher under his touch as he held her close. He kissed his way up the column of her throat as he settled between her legs, her feet pushing down his pajama bottoms as she yanked his tank top off.

With every kiss he adorned to her body the three simple words tumbled from his mouth. I love you, I love you, I love you. He finally sank down into her deliciously tight wet heat, fully seated in her beautiful body. Tears sprang to her eyes as he slowly started a rhythm and he immediately feared he had hurt her.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"I can make love to my boyfriend without fear that my black widow cunt will kill him. He's telling me he loves me, showing me he adores me, and I died today. It's been a fucking day."

He laughed as he continued pleasuring her body, her breath catching in her throat as she felt breathy gasping moans escape her. She flipped them over as she rolled her hips, feeling him deep within her body and within her soul. She knew this would be over too quickly, pushing for pleasure after such a terrible day, so when her walls clamped down on him, her orgasm washing over her as she cried out loudly. A couple more thrusts as she was coming down and Kyle quickly followed, the wet heat of his cum cradled inside of her.

Kissing her forehead, Kyle pulled the blankets up as the sweat cooled on their skin and she shivered in his arms. The wicked game was over. She had come back to him. They were finally free.

I really hope y'all like this. I was kind of mad they didn't show the scene of them seeing one another after Cordelia revived her. But for once, they get a happy ending (yayyyy!)

Xoxoxo

Piercedstarling