"Say...say something" David said nervously.

She softly laughed. "It's just that... It's been years. A lot of things have happened, and I thought you were dead. And now you bring me here without any explanation of where have you been and you say you want to pick it up where you left it...".

"I know it's too much to carry with, but we can get through it, right?"

"You don't want an honest answer." Victoria made a pause. "If you'd do, you'd get me out of here instead of making me your prisoner."

That word shock him,... In more than one way. "Prisoner?". That wasn't his intention, he just wanted to protect her and their daughter.

"Mmhhmm" she nodded, firmly convinced.

That word... "His PRISONER". That made him doubt about it whether was he was doing was going so far, or whether he was right and that extreme hiding-protection was necessary. "His PRISONER"he couldn't shut his mind up. He quickly reminded how was like to have her, in the old times, as a true prisoner of him the time they spent together. His memory immediately started to talk.

The way she buried her nails in his back as he slowly made love to her, thrusting inside of her body feeling her aching of pleasure. Her cries and moans, the sweet words he said that made her feel like a queen. Her skin was so smooth, and warm... She liked when he holded her wrists against the pillow saying he would never let her get up of that bed again... and she laughed. She liked that, she had told him that. She liked to be imprisoned by him.

He paused, thinking a few seconds about what she had just said. "Okay", he said. "Let's get out of here".

Next to that, they were in the middle of the road, driving in silence. A silence full of questions without ask, full of emotion and an overwhelming feeling of insecurity, from both of them.

"Did you..." David started, full of hope, and then made a pause. She looked at him expecting to continue with the question, but didn't want to press him. After a few seconds, he continued: "Did you think about me... In all these years?" He didn't look at her. He was afraid of that answer.

Victoria couldn't do anything but looking at him with true love, and said: "Oh David... Of course I did! Every single day of my life since then, I wished so hard that everything could be different".

He looked at her and just smiled. His heart was happy, the woman he had loved so badly once never forgot about him.

They just found it. That bungalow seemed to have been abandoned for at least, a few months. "Here" he said. They both got out of the car.

David broke the glass of the front door and opened it. They took a look around them, everything was fine, at least for the next few days they could stay there.

The inside of the bungalow was far different of the outside. Almost every piece of furniture was made of wood, and everything seemed so intimate. The only bedroom was intact, the floor dirty and the furniture covered with dirt and ash but despite that, the bed looked very comfortable so did the bathroom next to it.

"Don't you see something to clean up a little?" She asked him, looking around.

"Uuhhmm... No, but... look" he said, pointing to the sofa. It was covered by a plastic sheet, so it was perfectly clean and free of ash. "It's clean", he said lifting the sheet up showing her.

"Oh, it's quite big for sleeping... " she smiled.

"Yes. I'll sleep here and you'll go to the bed." He said, removing the sheet and rolling it up until it was a piece of plastic carefully placed by the side of the sofa.

"Oh no, but... you're tired, I can sleep here there's no problem". She said caressing his arm, getting close to him, as if she wanted to take care of him.

From that discreet caress, they soon found each other eyes... and everything else around them simply disappeared. "Oh, baby, those blue eyes"she said to herself without saying anything. He simply couldn't think. Not even think. She almost always had this effect on him, but now, it was different, it HAD to be different. Because he felt like he has never felt before. She raised one hand and placed it on his right cheek... he closed his eyes in response, and she felt like was melting every second more.

"Wait." He said, taking her hand. "It's getting cold, I'm gonna check if I can find some wood to keep us warm for the rest of the night". He placed a kiss on her palm, and lifted one hand to caress her forehead quickly. "I'll be back, okay?" He informed. "Okay" she nodded, satisfied and still delighted by his courage and instinct of protecting her. "Be careful."

"Always" he smiled, as he walked to the door and closed it behind him.

She went to take a look at the mattresses, to check if there was casually anything that could be anyway helpful. She opened the first one of the three, but found nothing more than a big and wide man shirt, a pair of woman shorts and a baby integrally shirt. Her smile kept growing as she grabbed the baby clothing and caressed it. It was pink...a baby girl has been living here, she thought to herself. She suddenly remembered the last time she touched one of those... Her girl was just four months old, so Charlotte couldn't wear them anymore. She was growing... Why so fast, baby? she thought.

She put it back in its place and grabbed the shorts... they were flexible, so they probably fitted her and could use them for sleeping. Great. She closed the mattress and opened the other two, but there were empty.

After taking a short look around the room, Victoria soon heard the door and found David entering the house with four or five pieces of tree wood.

"We're all fine" he smiled, placing them on the floor. "Great" she smiled laying on the door frame... she couldn't believe they would spend all that time together after all those years.

David put the wood in a big metal recipient he found behind the house and turned the fire on. After all, there was no danger owe to the height of the recipient and the amount of wood he had put in it.

"Now..." he said, walking in her direction. "...I was trying to convince you of sleeping on the bed" he stood in front of her and grabbed her hands. "Yes, and I refused" she said firmly. "But why? I want you to sleep well, after the whole moving we've had today." Said David. She smiled flawlessly and let out a soft laughter: "And, David!... You've been hiding from... society for years. C'mon, I'll be fine! It's just a sofa!"

"Okay, okay... Actually, I suggested you to sleep on the bed because I assumed that you wouldn't want to..." and he paused. "Wouldn't want what?" She said, trying to catch his eyes from his low gaze. "...I assumed you wouldn't want to share the bed with me. So, if you feel comfortable, I'll sleep in the bed as long as you accept sleeping with me...tonight. Otherwise, the bed is all yours and I have no problem to take the couch."

She smiled so widely. Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck and smiling said "...I accept. I'll be delighted."

They touched their faces and both closed their eyes. "Thank God" he said with relief.

Hours passed, and there they were... Both sitting on each extreme of the sofa, covered with a polar sheet and the fire a few meters from them. Since there was no electric light, the darkness invaded almost every meter of the bungalow... That night the moon was full and, it shined so brightly that along with the fire, it wasn't necessary the electricity. Since the sofa was by the side of the big window, the moonlight enlightened half face of both of them. There they were. With two cups of tea, (Thank God they found tea in the kitchen and some other food.) the fire, the moon, and each other. That's almost all they needed. Almost...

Victoria looked through the window, lost in her thoughts and her eyes positioned on a tree, far away by the side of the road.

David pushed his feet against hers, softly: "Hey" he looked at her lovely. "...you're okay?" He asked.

She sighed "Yes. Yes, all right" and smiled to him, showing those beautiful curves at the side of her mouth. "You're thinking about something, I know. I can see it"

"It's that... I can't wait you to meet Charlotte tomorrow" she responded with a huge smile. "She's a wonderful girl... Oh well, woman. She's already a woman."

"I can't wait too... I remember her eyes. They were so beautiful... as her mother's" Said David and got close to her. She only smiled.

He placed his hand on her cheek. "Darling... You can't imagine how much I missed you..." he said rubbing his nose against hers, causing her to laugh.

She caressed his hair saying: "Oh I could say exactly the same, honey... I missed your eyes, those blue deep eyes. Your skin..." said she and placed a kiss on his shoulder. "...Your voice" placing another kiss on his forehead. "And..." she paused, closing her eyes sighing "...and your mouth" she said, and waited. They locked eyes for seconds, until after caresses, touching and sweet words... she kissed him flawlessly on those lips that drove her crazy. Both kept their eyes closed, they both stayed there, barely moving their tongues. Victoria sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck... David holded her around her small waist, and laid them down on top of her. He was careful not to put much weight on her, he always was, that was always one of his worries.

They didn't leave each other's mouth for one second, kissing strongly for every moment they were apart, getting into their mouths with soul and life. Finally, they separated when the air run out. Locking eyes, both sighed trying to recover...

"I missed your mouth so much, darling" he said caressing her mouth with his fingers. That was like paradise for Victoria... she just let him do whatever he wanted with her mouth, enjoying how her lips moved with every finger he put on it.

David kissed her again. With one hand he caressed her black, smooth hair with that smell of apples he loved, while slipped the other one down her tank top...

He rubbed his hand against her cage causing her to sigh loudly. He broke the kiss, looking directly at her. "Finally, my queen. I have you, finally" he said.

Softly he grabbed the top and slipped it up above her head. She happily raised her arms to allow him to undress her... Oh, how long she had waited for this again. "You do. We do. You have me... And I have you" Victoria said. He took a few seconds to watch her torso, so slim as always, and her breasts... God.

She extended her arms and pulled his shirt above his head, watching his body and caressing it, right on the scar.

David undid the buttons of her jeans and pulled it down, and she moved her legs to help him.

On top of her, he got his face close to hers and started kissing her again, undoing her bra and slipping it down her arms.

He sighed. "Oh, God Vee"... "You're gonna kill me". She laughed seductively making him weak...

He pulled her panties down and took them off, dropping them to the floor and caressing the side of her thighs.

Victoria moaned pulling him closer. "Baby... Seduce me one more time" she whispered in his ear, causing him to kiss her roughly, wildly. He finished undressing himself pulling down his jeans and his boxers, dropping them along with her bra. She opened her legs and wrapped them around his hips, feeling the contact and already shivering at the touch.

"My beautiful Vee..." he sighed touching her side. "David, honey..." she said holding his neck with one hand and the other on his back. "Honey... take me. Please" she whispered driving him crazy.

He holded her waist with one hand, and her neck with the other one... whispering in her ear "I obey, darling", he deepened him inside of her, going the deepest he could causing her to arch her head and back.

"Oh, God..." Victoria cried. He started moving inside of her, thrusting hard but slowly, causing her to let out growing moans as he increased the pace...

He holded her head because he loved to feel how she ached for him, how he was the responsible of making her satisfied and filling her with pleasure. David laid his head next to hers, just to hear every sound she made right into his ear. Every moan, every word she let out was like music for him. He could make love to her every day of their lives... He loved how she was burying her nails against his skin, leaving marks that would be surely notorious after a few hours. She scratched his back as he made love to her, passionately, lovely... she couldn't avoid it. She loved his way of pleasing her, pushing him strongly against her skin, wishing he could go deeper and deeper. "Baby, faster" she almost sighed, and David was happy to obey the desires of his queen.

Both moving fast, moaning louder and breathing on each other's mouth, they came at the same time and stayed in the same position for minutes.

On top of her, he kissed her neck while she rubbed her hand against his back. When they recovered, he got up and carried her to his lap, covering them fully with the sheet.

She laid her head against his neck. "I remember our last time..." said lifting her gaze and meeting his. "...We conceived Charlotte that time" she said smiling, causing him to smile at her eyes too.

"But... are you sure that was our last night together? Because I'm sure we were together a few more times after you got pregnant". And she thought. "Really? Oh well... it's been a long. Maybe you're right" she said caressing his cheek.

"I wish we could have had more babies together".

"Me too, baby" she responded giving him a kiss. "Maybe we can't have more children, but perhaps someday we'll have grandchildren... OUR grandchildren".

"Yes, surely... Let's go to the bed? It's getting cold in here and this doesn't seem to be enough."

"Okay. You're gonna leave the fire on?."

"Yes, there's no danger" said he, scooping her up on his arms and reaching to the bed, where he laid her softly, and he got into it next to her.

Another hour passed, and both spend it talking about her kids, his stories of all these years since he secretly left the prison and many other trivialities. That was what she missed the most about him. THAT simplicity. The laughs, the stories... the communication.

"You know, Vee... today earlier, I felt bad when you said I was keeping yourself like a prisoner." He said, looking right at her. "So, I didn't say you sorry for that."

"Oh honey..." she got closer and kissed him. "I know it wasn't your intention."

"No. But, do you remember..." he turned up on top of her. "...when you use to tell me that you liked when I grabbed your wrists, and told you you were never going to leave that bed?... That I'd keep you..." he kissed her. "As my prisoner?"

She laughed and wrapped her arms around him. "Of course I remember. Indeed I loved that... I loved when you didn't let me even move. I guess there was a reason why I used that word and never remembered that".

"Well, my queen..." he said, grabbing her wrists aside her body and holding them firmly. He started a trail on her neck, going down her chest, then her stomach and stopping there. She arched her head, enjoying every touch, remembering those times when they use to do that on the beach house.

He kissed her stomach several times and kept the trail down, reaching finally her genitals. "Vee, could you open your legs, please?" Oh God, this drove her crazy. She couldn't even talk so she automatically opened them, letting him in.

He started caressing her flesh, that Oh, so delicious flesh with his tongue, his head buried between her legs. Slowly, then increasing the rhythm as much as she was demanding it. "Baby faster, please" she begged.

When she finally reached the orgasm, he lifted his head to see her face. Oh God, you're so beautiful... he was thinking. Watching her expression of pleasure only made him want to give her more.

David let her hands free, and the first thing she did was to grab his head as he came back to her side.

"Now it's my turn." She said looking right at him. She turned up on top of him, and parting her legs, she introduced his member inside of her.

Both moaned softly, as she did it slowly at first. He holded her by her hips, helping her moving back and forth, pushing her deeper... She increased the rhythm, and as both lost themselves in the infinite, they felt like no time had happened. There was the same love they have always felt for each other.

Her hair, her eyes, her body was the same... His eyes, his body, his hair was the same.

As they both came together, moaning without shame, Victoria stayed seated on top of him for minutes, caressing his torso...and that scar. That knife. She bent on and kissed the scar. He rubbed her hair as she laid now on his chest.

"Vee?"

"Hhmm?"

"Will you keep being my prisoner?"

She looked at him caressing his cheek. "Always, honey. Always a prisoner of our love" said kissing him passionately.

Well thank you for reading! Reviews are welcome. :)