This is in reaction to episode 6x14, but it doesn't really spoil anything...it could stand alone, but knowing what happened in 6x14 gives it more meaning, methinks. Very NC-17 Brorson love ahead!
(quick note to QueenOfTheButterflies: I wrote and titled this before I saw your latest, sorry!!! Great minds think alike, hehe!)
Orson was reaching for the bedside lamp when he saw Bree in the doorway. She was smiling softly at him, though her expression still held the familiar aching quality Orson had grown accustomed to since moving back in.
"Bree?" said Orson. "Did you need something?"
She took a step inside, into the first floor bedroom she'd created for Orson. Her hands were clasped in front of her, over the loosely tied belt of her silk robe.
"If it's alright with you," Bree said softly. "I'd like to sleep here tonight. Next to you."
Orson looked up at Bree, at his wife, and a tight lipped smile spread slowly across his face.
"I'd like that." he said. "I'd like that very much."
Bree smiled down at him, and untied the belt on her robe.
"Do you need anything?" asked Bree, offering him a glass of water, another pillow, anything he wanted as she shed her robe and threw it gingerly over the back of a chair.
"No, I'm fine." said Orson. "I was just about to turn off the light and close my eyes when I saw you."
"Well," said Bree, pushing aside the bed covers so she could climb in. "Let me know if you change your mind. With me here, you won't have to ring that silly bell anymore."
Orson smiled faintly as he reached for the light again. The drapes in this downstairs room weren't as heavy as they were upstairs. A fair amount of moonlight and spillover from other porch lights kept most details visible even with the lamp off. Bree slid under the covers and waited for Orson to scooch down. He did so slowly and carefully, trying to go easy on his back even though he no longer had the support of his legs to move himself. Bree realized for the thousandth time that day that for Orson, even the simplest of tasks now had to be planned five steps in advance. When he finally settled on his back, he turned his head to her and smiled apologetically.
"You'll have to forgive me if I have to turn over in the middle of the night. You might be bounced off the bed."
"Orson." Bree said, her voice soft and gentle. "You don't have to be sorry for anything."
She laid on her side, head resting on her arm, looking into his eyes. He gazed back at her, wondering if this was really happening. Had she really, finally forgiven him? Had she really asked him to invite her into his bed? He'd been waiting and wishing for so long, now it felt like it was moving so fast.
Bree raised her upper body, leaning on her elbow so she could move closer to Orson. Her hair fell around her face as she moved, and she tucked one side behind her ear so it wouldn't tickle him. Orson let his head rest on his pillow. He looked up at Bree, letting her make all the advances. He didn't want to ruin the moment, and he wasn't sure what she wanted him to do. She lowered her lips to his, and it was not an innocent goodnight kiss. It was soft at first, but then it opened up, deepened, unfolding in a natural way. It was natural because all the memories that until now had been so distant were rushing back to both of them, and Bree was desperate to make them real again.
She pressed her lips harder, relieved and grateful that Orson was kissing her back, that she could feel his tongue against her tongue, that she was getting so worked up just from making out with him in a bed they could share together. She willed him to touch her, caress her face, and wrap his arms around her body. As she wished it, it came true, and she thanked God that even though he couldn't walk or stand on his own, Orson could still hold her.
Their kissing slowed, and Orson caressed her side as Bree lifted her head just far enough so she could look at his face.
"Bree." Orson said quietly. He could sense she was nervous. He felt her hand resting on his stomach, and it trembled slightly. "You don't have to-"
Bree licked her lips and swallowed, trying not to let emotions overwhelm her.
"Can you still feel...?" she interrupted, but then she lost the words. She didn't need them, as she moved the hand that rested on his abs lower and lower. Please say yes, please say yes...
Orson nodded, inhaling suddenly when Bree touched him there for the first time in he couldn't remember how long. Bree let out a sigh of relief, wrapping her hand around him as much as she could over his flannel pants, and he quickly hardened at her touch.
"That makes me so happy." Bree whispered, letting him go so she could slip her hand down his pants, under his boxers, so she could touch him for real. His eyes closed and she kissed him again, letting her hair fall all around their faces so he could run his fingers through it. She moaned into his mouth, excited by the feeling of him still growing in her hand. She could feel his breathing go unsteady as she stroked him, and she lifted her head to look at him again.
"Do you still want me?" Bree asked him. The way her voice sounded when she said it, Bree thought it might sound pathetic but it only turned him on more.
"Of course I do." Orson breathed, looking up into eyes that glistened in the moonlight. "I've never stopped wanting you, Bree."
Bree couldn't say the same, that she'd been wanting him the whole time they were apart, but she wanted him now and that's all that mattered to both of them. Bree slipped her hand out of Orson's boxers and sat up beside him so she could take them off along with his pants. Then she pulled up the bottom of her nightgown up and slipped out of her underwear.
"Do you need anything...?" Orson asked as she made quick work of their clothing. She shook her head and whispered no sweetly as she climbed on top of him. His hands went to the thighs that straddled his waist, and he touched the legs that used to wrap around him when he was the one on top. "You'll have to do most of the work." Orson warned her. He suddenly felt more like a burden than ever, but he shouldn't have.
"I don't mind." Bree whispered as she pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing her entire beautiful body to him at once. His eyes traveled over every inch of her, taking none of it for granted. The memories of old times together were sweet, but they didn't compare to seeing her up close, actually feeling her skin, feeling the weight of her body pressed against his. She was pressed against him now. She leaned down and kissed his lips once again, arching her back so she could feel his erection, pressing it against her inner thigh where it met her hip. The muscles in his abdomen still worked; even though his legs remained dead still, with her entire body pressed up against his she could feel him moving under her. His hands were at her hips, caressing her lower back and sometimes lower than that, alternately pressing her body down and then up, causing a gentle friction between them. Bree whimpered, enjoying the feeling and craving more.
"I love you." she said, words that had been impossible for her to say just days before now falling from her mouth like warm rain drops. She lifted her body away from his, on all fours above him. He kissed her breasts as she reached down between her legs to hold him again. "I love you." she said again, moaning it, knowing she would have to say it a million times before it felt like enough. He was licking her and kissing her skin as she guided him into her, and when she'd lowered herself onto him, moving far enough away so that he could no longer reach her breasts with his mouth, he kissed her lips instead, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
Bree made a sound as he filled her, a cry that was gentle and urgent at the same time. Orson put his face to her slender neck, not daring to rush her. Every second they spent touching each other was another new memory made, another step taken.
She was comfortable now, and she began to move. It wasn't long before she was breathing heavier, it being harder work than she'd remembered. Orson's hands squeezed her thighs, urging her to go on, to keep going no matter what. He groaned whenever she slowed, and whether she did it for her own pleasure or just to take a short break from her efforts, he enjoyed every bit of it.
Inside of Bree there were embers, a desire for Orson that had never truly died. It was building quickly now, and she wanted to tell him she loved him, she wanted to thank him for waiting for her and she wanted to tell him everything else that was going through her mind but all that came out when she opened her mouth was his name.
"Orson-" she cried out suddenly, and she started to orgasm before she could tell him she was close. She shuddered, whimpering softly until the emotional intensity caught up to the physical and she was almost crying. Pure pleasure coursed through every nerve in her body, and again she felt happy, so happy, that Orson could still make her feel this way. As her orgasm began to fade and she began to calm down, she still kept moving, going faster as she begged him to stay inside of her. Her muscles ached, her arms and abs and legs not trained for working this position for so long, but she made them work because Orson wasn't finished yet. I love you was whispered over and over again until he couldn't resist any longer, his upper body going stiff while Bree slowed and he came inside of her. It was warm, and they both shivered from the aftershocks of an intense climax.
Bree, exhausted, let herself off of him, staying very close as she laid down beside him and covered their bodies with a sheet and blanket. They didn't tell each other how incredible it felt, being together again. They didn't have to. They both knew it might take a while to get back to the way their marriage had been when it was truly good, but they knew now that they could recapture what they once had. Suddenly it felt like they'd never lost it at all.
Bree sighed, resting her head where Orson's arm met his chest, her arm draped over his abdomen while he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Their eyes fell closed, and soon they were sound asleep, secure in the knowledge that they'd found their way back to where they belonged. Back to their forever.