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The moment their mouths touched Emily closed her eyes. She felt shivers crossing along her entire body, butterflies flying in her stomach. She let him kissing her lips tenderly, gently. It was simply wonderful. She had to admit that the moustaches she had hated so deeply weren't too bad. They gave a new taste to his kisses. A good one, to be honest.
He leaned even closer, her soft lips against his were incredibly good. He had dreamed about this moment for months and now he wanted this moment being infinite. He needed her more than anything else in the world, and he would have done the impossible to have her back in his life.
She responded willingly at his light kisses, her hands firmly around his neck, while her head leaned slowly over his shoulder. He let go of her mouth and moved his lips down her neck, kissing a sensitive spot just below her ear. He kissed her skin tenderly, enjoying the way she breathed heavily in his arms. She couldn't believe he was really there, enwrapped around her body, kissing her so gently.
The moment she felt his tongue against her skin she couldn't help to moan his name softly. He pulled away lightly and looked deeply in her eyes. He was sure that he hadn't never seen her more gorgeous than now.
"You're beautiful." He whispered cupping her cheeks with his hands.
Emily had a hard time to fight the tears and swallowed a sob. He was back. Or at least she hoped so.
"It's better we go inside, or you'll catch a cold." She said looking down at her feet.
She opened the zipper of her purse and looked for the keys. Her hands trembled lightly and it took her a while to finally find them. She put the big one on the lock and turned it quickly, hoping that he hadn't seen her tremor.
Richard smiled shyly at the sight of her hands shaking slightly over the main door. He knew that she was trying to control herself with all her forces and he was glad he had been the one who had caused that.
Emily pushed the door open and slipped inside, immediately followed by Richard.
He closed the door behind his back and stopped in his trucks for a moment. It was the first time he came back in their house in months and it felt strange. And exciting. That house was their house, the house he had bought for him and his Emily.
He looked around exploring the foyer. Nothing had changed, he noticed in relief.
Emily stared at him silently. She didn't know how she felt having him in the house again. She wanted to apologize, to ask for him to come back, but she was afraid he wouldn't have accepted. She wasn't sure why he had kissed her, and she was scared by the possibility he couldn't have felt the same electrifying sensations she had.
"Give me your coat." She said taking the heavy garment from his hands.
He was taken aback from the sound of her voice and smiled staring at her walking towards the closet.
"Do you want a scotch?" She asked walking towards the living room.
He looked at her sinuous back for a second and couldn't resist much longer. He grabbed her upper arm and made her to turn around. Before she could say a word he brushed his body against hers and bent down quickly, leaning his mouth against hers. She didn't know how to react, but he knew perfectly what to do. He rested his lips on hers gently, tasting the softness of her mouth. She let him holding her, kissing her tenderly again and again. He was her world, and he was kissing her. He hugged her even more tightly, no space between their bodies, his arms exploring her back, hers caressing the hair on the back of his neck. He tried to control his desire for her, but she was so responsive at his touches that he couldn't stop his hands to slip inside her jacket and pull it out of her shoulders. She moved her arms down her sides and the jacket fell on the floor in a matter of seconds. He encircled her again with his strong arms and kissed his way down her jaw. Her skin tasted even better than he remembered, her perfume invaded his mind and prevented him from thinking clearly. She moved her hands down his shoulders, his hot breath against her neck made her shivering. She grabbed the lapels of his suit grey jacket and pulled him even closer, her mind darkened by the need of him. He caressed his way up and down her back for a while before moving his hands on her waist and then on her stomach.
She gasped the moment his thumbs brushed over her breast. He moaned her name in pleasure feeling her hardened nipples against his fingers. He needed her more than he could have never imagined. Moving his lips up back to her mouth he kissed her passionately. She allowed him exploring every remote inch of her mouth with his tongue, her mind completely lost in the feeling of his hands lavishing attention over her breast. He let go her nipples and started to unbutton her silky white shirt. When he reached the button just over her bra his hand slipped inside the lace material and cupped her left breast, moaning her name with a hot and hoarse voice.
She was frightened by the intensity of the moment and pulled away forcefully, her hands closing the lapels of her shirt firmly over her breast.
"Emily?" He whispered puzzled.
He was sure she was enjoying their closeness too, but then looking at her he froze.
She was crying silently, big tears rolled down her cheeks, her small frame was shaken by her sobs.
"Emily?" He asked again taking a step closer to her.
She turned around and wiped away the tears, hating herself for having shown him her inner feelings.
"Emily, I'm sorry." He said standing behind her, afraid to upset her even more touching her.
She swallowed hard at the sound of his words. Turning around slowly she forced her eyes to look up at him.
"What?" She asked with a thin voice, almost whispering.
"I'm sorry for having forced you. I thought you wanted the same I wanted, but I was wrong." He said looking down at her.
"I…. You…." She didn't know how to open up with him.
"You?" He said with a gentle tone, trying to encourage her to go ahead.
"I don't want you to get angry with me, again." She said staring at her hands crossed over her stomach.
"I'm not angry." He reassured her.
"Richard, we're separated. I don't want you think that I was trying to seduce you. It's only that…." She said before a sob cut her off.
"What, Emily? Do you want I leave? Do you want I forget about this? Tell me Emily." He asked.
She didn't dare to look at him. It would be too hard having him to refuse her love. So she walked past him towards the stairs. He stared at her confused. He couldn't let her go far away again. He had to do something to make her understand how he really felt about the whole situation.
"I love you." He said from the bottom of the stairs.
She stopped in her trucks, her trembling right hand leaned on the balustrade. She was sure her heart skipped a beat the moment she heard his voice pronouncing those three words. She turned around slowly and looked at him silently.
His heart beat wildly in his chest, his fears growing bigger the more she stared at him without speaking. What if she didn't love him anymore? He didn't know how he could have accepted such a truth. His breath caught in his throat waiting for her to say something.
She smiled shyly at him and nodded.
It was all that he needed to breath again, to live again. He climbed the few stairs in a second and hugged her tightly.
"I missed you." She managed to say against his chest.
"I missed you too, my darling Emily." He responded stroking her back gently.
They stayed in that position for a long time, neither of them wanting to pull away first.
Emily finally lifted her head and smiled at him. He smiled back and bent down for a soft, gentle kiss on the mouth.
"I think we need to talk." She said looking straight in his deep blue eyes.
"I think so." He confirmed.
They went down the stairs still hugged, her head leaned on his chest, his left arm securely around her waist. Reaching the living room he helped her sitting on the pink couch and walked towards the drink cart to prepare a couple of drinks.
"Richard?" She called.
"Yes dear?" He responded turning his head towards her.
"Can you revive the fire? It's cold here." She asked shyly.
"Sure." He responded.
He gave her her own martini and walked towards the fireplace, knelt in front of it and took to big woods and put them over the fire. Then stood up and turned around, looking tenderly at his Emily, still shaking from the coldness of the room.
"Emily?" He said hesitantly.
"Yes?" She smiled encouragingly.
"May I come upstairs for a moment?" He asked slowly.
She was surprised by his sudden request but then she said a simply meaningful "Yes.".
He thanked her with a big smile and then disappeared upstairs. He walked down the hall and then stopped in front of their, now only her, bedroom's door. He stared for a moment at the wooden door, afraid to open it. A mix of emotions crossed his body, his hands in a light shake grabbed the handle. He took in a couple of deep breaths and then opened the door slowly. He inhaled in the scent of his wife that still was in the room and turned on the light. His eyes explored the room slowly, smiling at the sight of her things around it. Her book over the nightstand, her glassed over it. Her Chanel nr. 5 on the vanity, near to her night cream. He turned is attention to his nightstand and gasped at the sight.
A little bottle of Allure pour Homme, his usual perfume, was next to the book he was reading when he moved to the pool house. Near the nightstand lamp there was a silver frame with a photo of the both of them hugged the day of their wedding. He took some steps forward and sat on his side of the bed, still staring at the photo. Taking the frame in his hands he noticed another photo. It was smaller and without frame. He put down the wedding one and took the other from the nightstand. It was a photo of him in his study. He wasn't looking at the objective, so probably she had taken it without him noticing her. He was reading a book, his right hand under his chin. He was putting it down when he noticed something on the other side. He turned the photo and covered his mouth with his free hand reading what Emily had written.
"I love you more than anything else, how could I manage to stay away from you? I miss you. I need you."
He felt tears burning in the corner of his eyes and swallowed hard. She still loved him. And he loved her.
Wiping away the tears he put the photo back behind the silver frame and walked towards the closet. It was all at the same place so it didn't take him more than a minute to find what he was looking for.
Emily was staring at the fire silently, her breath and the crackling of the woods the only noises on the room. She wondered what he was doing upstairs, but then her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder.
She turned her head and smiled at the sight of Richard covering her body with a warm wool white blanket.
"I don't want you to get sick." He said sitting on his usual armchair.
"Come here." She said motioning to him to join her under the blanket.
He stood up immediately, kicked off his shoes and leaned on the couch next to her.
"I don't' want you to get sick." She whispered leaning her head on his chest, her back secured in his left arm.
"Emily?" He said after a long silence.
"Yes." She responded against his chest.
"I'm sorry for having hurt you. I acted like a fool. I underestimated you, letting you in a corner. I put my job first, asking you to be there every time I needed you. Obliging you to attend to all those stupid dinners with Floyd and my clients. I knew that you weren't at ease with some of their young stupid wives, nevertheless I brought you there. I understood only few months ago why you left me. It wasn't because of Jason or my job, it was because of Lorelai. You had been scared by the possibility of losing her and Rory again. I made a horrible mistake to cut you out of my life. I have had to consult instead of building a wall between us. I'm sorry for having put you so down. I'm sorry for Pennilynn and our lunches. I never thought you could have discovered them, and it never entered my mind that by meeting her I was hurting you and betraying you. I'm sorry for everything Emily. For not having been present when you needed me. I'm sorry I hadn't been the husband you needed." He said whit a shaking voice.
By the time he spoke she stood up lightly to face at him. All that she saw was his regrets and his pure love for her.
"I'm sorry too, Richard. I would have talked to you, to let you know how I felt." She said looking deeply in his eyes.
"No Emily, you had been wonderful with me. Always." He cut her off cupping her cheeks in his hands.
She leaned closer and kissed his mouth gently.
"There is something I want you know Richard. Something that I've done." She said pulling away from his embrace and standing up.
She walked towards the fireplace, her small frame illuminated by the orange light of the fire.
"A couple of months ago I met a man in New York. I was there to attend the annual DAR reunion between the Hartford circle and the New York one. I was waiting for my hotel room to be ready when this man asked me if he could sit on the armchair next to mine. I agreed and then we started talking. He was gentle and polite. He invited me to join him for dinner and I accepted. We talked about some banal matters and then asked me out for a date. I didn't know what to do but then accepted. He took me out for dinner again. Then we went out for some other dates, to a cinema, to dinner again and to a couple of Broadway' shows. We met always in New York. We had a good time, he was so gentle and respectful.
But then an evening, after we attended to a musical, he tried to kiss me. I felt bad. He wasn't rough, but I simply couldn't let him holding me in that way. Some seconds before his mouth touched mine I pulled away and I prayed him to forget about me. I ran so fast that I didn't even notice that one of my heels had broken. I took the first taxi I found and I came back." She said looking all the time at the fireplace.
Richard had listened to her silently, afraid she could have confessed that another man have had her, but then when she said she ran away before he could kiss her he breathed in relief and stoop up. He walked towards her and put his arms around her waist gently.
"Why did you run away?" He whispered in her right ear.
It wasn't the reaction she hadn't expected from him.
"Because I realized that he wasn't you. You're the only one allowed to kiss me and you always will." She responded turning around in his embrace.
He bent down slowly, enjoying the feeling of her warm breath against his face and kissed her deeply. Their hands moved up and down their backs, while their kiss grew more and more passionate. She pulled away unwillingly, her need of air too big.
"I love you, Richard." She whispered against his mouth.
"I love you too, Emily." He responded hugging her tightly.
They walked back to the couch and sat down, he leaned on the soft material of the furniture and she leaned on the warmth of his body.
"Richard?" She said looking down at him.
"Mhh?" He responded covering them with the blanket.
"I don't want we go back to our usual routine." She admitted.
"Me neither." He agreed.
"So what you suggest?" She asked hesitantly.
"I want to court you Emily, to make you falling in love again." He responded caressing her cheek lovingly.
"I'm still in love Richard." She said confused.
"I know that. I'm still in love with you too, but I want to be sure you're ready to take me back. I don't want to force you in anything. I want to show you that I'm changed and that I care a lot about you." He explained.
"Are you asking me to date you?" She asked fighting the tears in her eyes.
"Exactly. I want you to let me coming back in your life slowly." He said, his tears mirroring hers.
"Oh Richard, that's so sweet." She whispered and then buried her face on the crock of his neck.
He cuddled her gently, his chin on the top of her head.
"Richard?" She called some time later.
"Uhmm?" He mumbled.
"Do you really want to court me?" She asked.
"Not only court you, I want to ravish your heart slowly, and secretly." He responded mischievously.
"Secretly?" She asked puzzled.
"You'll see…." He managed to say pulling her down for a passionate kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED
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