Disclaimer - see chapter 1.

Author's note:
Now I remember why I like fan fictions with more than one chapter:
You can answer the people who were kind enough to give you a review:o)
But since I myself dislike it immensely when you have to scroll down ages to get to the story because the author's note is so long, I'll re-review on the bottom.


...And last night...

She smiled up at him, feeling butterflies dancing around in her stomach. Their gazes locked and she slowly raised her hand to cup his cheek.
The sleeve of his jacket was much too long and wide for her slim arm, covering it up to her fingertips, the rich material not sliding back when she moved her arm up.
Her smile widened as she saw him close his eyes when she touched him.
This man was her life.
She didn't know how she had been able to live without him for so long but it didn't matter anymore. He was back; everything would be all right now.

He pulled the sleeve away from her hand before he covered it with his, leaning into her touch, his heart skipping a beat.
She was here.
It wasn't a dream or a fantasy, no, this was real. She stood before him, in front of their bedroom door, smiling at him. Touching him.
For the second time tonight he realized how good it felt to be home and how much this feeling was connected to this woman. His wife.
He smiled and opened his eyes again, squeezing her hand before placing it on his heart.

Looking at the still closed door, she was surprised to feel nervousness. She scolded herself for feeling that way, still she couldn't help it. It was their bedroom. For some reason entering it with him again felt like a very important and meaningful step. Emily felt her heart in her throat when she quickly stuffed the bundle of clothes she was still holding into one of the jacket pockets and then closed her hand around the doorknob.
Her husband gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, making her look back up at him, feeling somewhat caught.
Returning his smile, she giggled, "This is silly," looking down in embarrassment.

Richard took a step forward, sneaking his arms around her, feeling her hands move up to lie against his chest as she placed her head above his heart. Taking a deep breath, his chin grazed her hair as he shook his head, "No, it's not."
He couldn't say why, but he understood her hesitation. Making passionate love to her in the foyer was one thing, but being back in their bedroom, in their bed; it was something else. He pulled back slightly, turned her around and let his hand brush down her arm to rest on hers. Entwining their fingers he placed her hand on the door knob once more, his hand covering hers. He snuck his other arm around her, bending his head down to kiss the side of her neck before whispering in her ear, "Whenever you're ready."

She remembered these words.
It were the same he had used when she had first allowed him to make love to her.
Richard had never been a man of patience but he had been patient with her; never rushing her, not making her do things she didn't want. Of course he had tried to convince her at times, but she couldn't remember one time where he had forced her to do anything. He had always been able to get himself back under control.

Leaning back against him, she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the security that his closeness created within her before she turned the knob, pushing the door open.

They remained standing in the doorway unmoving for a while, his arm still embracing her from behind, his cheek pressed to hers, looking into the dark room.
It looked exactly like it had when she had made him leave. The lace curtains gently blew in the light breeze that came from the half opened window, letting shadows dance around the room that was only illuminated by the light of the full moon. The door to the dressing room was closed, reflecting the pale light of the moon as well as the light coming from the hall on its white surface. Richard let his gaze wander, stopping in his tracks when he saw their reflections in the full length mirror across the door. Emily had watched him closely through it while he had taken in the room, now they smiled at each other, both happy that they were back here again.

She felt her heart beating wildly against her chest when she turned around to face him, took his hand and stepped backwards, leading him into the room.
Richard hesitated for a second before he followed her, his eyes never leaving hers while he let her lead him over to her side of the bed. His unbuttoned jacket was much too large for her, causing the material to spring open when she sat down, revealing her full breasts to him.

He knelt down in front of her, put his hands on her knees and slowly pulled them apart. Moving further forward, he brushed his hands up her thighs and over her behind to wrap them around her, smiling up at her before he leaned in to place a tender kiss on the valley between her breasts.
He leaned his forehead against her chest, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, "You smell so good."
Emily ran her hands up his arms, placing them on the back of his head, gently pulling him closer to her. She placed a kiss on his hair, burying her nose in it while she kept on playing with the hair on the back of his neck. Feeling him move his head up, she pulled away slightly, meeting his gaze.

They lips met for a first, almost hesitant kiss.
Kissing her once more he brushed his hands up her sides under the jacket, while he searched her lips again brushing his tongue over them.
She shivered under his touch and parted her lips to let him explore her mouth. Her hands trailed down his chest, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt. Sliding her hands under it she pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms, giggling when he tried to pull his hands out of the sleeves. She had forgotten his cuff links.

Richard looked at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "Care to help me?" He held out his still trapped hands to her.
Lightly kissing his lips she thought about it for a second, "What if I say no?"
"Then I'd just have to ruin a perfectly good shirt," he winked.
Smiling, she challenged him, "You wouldn't dare."
"Hmm... try me."
Pretending to think it over, she shook her head, grinning "No." Brushing her lips against his she purred "Not this time." against them, before kissing him again, this time more deeply. Her hands expertly removed his cuff links, their lips still pressed against each others. Biting his lower lip, she grinned when he threw his shirt over his shoulder and embraced her.

"Richard?" Her arms wrapped around his midriff, she leaned forward to put her head on his shoulder.
Tracing her spine with his fingers, he kissed her neck, "Hmm?"
Emily sat back up again, looking deeply in his eyes, whispering, "Close the door."
He pulled away from her, took her face into his hands and kissed her lovingly, then stood up and quickly closed the door.
Turning back towards her he watched her lying down on her side of the bed, smiling at him.

She extended her hand, silently asking him to come closer.
Richard walked over to her and gently took her offered hand, sitting down on the same spot she had been sitting on a few moments ago.
They looked at each other while he brought her hand up to his face, kissing its back lightly before he bent over her to kiss her lips, her hand pressed against his heart.
He pulled off his shoes without breaking their kiss and lay down next to her.

Facing each other, Emily brought up one hand, gently touching his face with her fingertips, tracing every one of its features.
He enjoyed her light caress, closing his eyes until he felt her lips on his. Looking at her, his heart melted and he couldn't help but smile.
Holding his gaze she watched images from their past flash through her mind. The first time he looked at her, their first date, their first kiss, the moment she said 'yes', the time she had told him she was pregnant, they were all there. And so many more.
The feeling overwhelmed her, letting her heart burst with happiness and joy, "I love you, Richard."

Swallowing hard he couldn't do anything but stare at her, knowing his eyes expressed more than words ever could in this moment. He felt a mixture of pride, happiness and gratefulness, mingled with something else that he didn't even try to understand.
His wife used these three words very rarely and every time she did it took him by surprise.

She chuckled, amazed by the fact that her words still had such a deep impact on him. Leaning over him to kiss him, she brushed her hand down his chest and beneath his undershirt, playing with the hair on his lower belly.

Richard took a deep, shuddering breath when he felt her hand slide upward, roaming his chest and then down his side. Sitting up he pulled his undershirt over his head, throwing it to the side before he trapped her upper body under his, enjoying the feeling of her cool skin against his. He kissed her again gently but longingly, letting her know that he was not in the mood for going to sleep yet.
Emily moaned into his mouth when she felt him shifting his weight, his hand sliding under the jacket she was still wearing, pushing it off her to reveal her pale flesh.
Feeling him pull back to sit up, she followed his movements so she wouldn't have to break their kiss while he freed her body from its covering. Quickly dropping the jacket next to the bed, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

Emily finally broke their kiss, pressing her forehead against his, breathing heavily. Her husband turned his head to kiss her cheek, then her shoulder, before he rested his chin on it, tenderly letting his hand travel over her bare back when he felt her putting her head on his shoulder.
She snuck her arms around him, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. Life was good in this moment. Kissing his shoulder she pulled away from him slightly to look into his eyes.
He ran his hands up and down her arms, then down her legs and up again under her skirt. Touching her perforated pantyhose he smiled; he had forgotten about it. Richard chuckled lowly, grinning at her, "I'm sorry for that."
Smiling, she cocked her head to the side, raising her eyebrows, "Why is it I don't believe you here?"
He made an innocent face and shrugged his shoulders, "Because you know me too well?"
She laughed, locked her hands behind his head and nodded, "You're right, I do."

They were quiet for a moment.

"I love you, Emily." He meant it, she knew, but his eyes had changed.
There was a slight shadow of guilt and fear visible in them. Over the years of their marriage she had learned to read his eyes better than anybody else ever could. She swallowed and leaned forward, her head on his shoulder as she tightened her arms around him again, closing her eyes. She didn't want to feel like this. It had been so wonderful to just have him back; she didn't want to ruin it.
Again tears stung in her eyes, but this time they weren't happy tears. She blinked them away, years of training letting her succeed, "I know."

Richard continued to draw invisible patterns on her back until he felt her relax against him. He was still unsure if they were okay now but he was afraid to say anything else right now. He wanted to work this out but not now. Now all he wanted was to enjoy their new found togetherness, he wanted to recreate that moment they had shared when she had taken him back.

Feeling her pulling away he met her gaze. The smile on her lips looked somewhat forced.
"I'll go and change." With that she stood up, got her pajamas and went to the bathroom.
He felt sad. Maybe they would have to talk about it now, so they could go on with their lives. Changing into his pajamas he lay on his side of the bed, listening to the running water while his wife showered.
Still staring up at the ceiling he turned his head when she walked back into the room, trying to work some water out of the wet tips of her hair. He smiled, seeing that the rest of her hair was still dry he knew that she was planning on taking another shower sometime soon, letting his hopes rise a little.

Somehow she felt like the meanest person on earth for leaving the bed. The look in his eyes had pained her heart and she didn't want to feel any pain. Not tonight, not for a very long time, not now that he was finally back.
Pulling the blanket up around her she lay on her side, facing him like she had done so many times in the past.
Emily remembered the look he had given her when she had told him to come home. How she wanted to make that very same look reappear on his face.
For a moment she was tempted to say 'I love you' again, just to see him smile, but she couldn't. Instead she moved her head closer to his and brushed a kiss against his lips. "I've missed you."

He smiled weakly. It felt good to hear those words but he knew that it wasn't enough. It wasn't what he wanted; what she wanted. It was a compromise and they had lived with compromises too often already.
Opening his arms, he whispered, "Come here." Glad when she immediately shifted her body to lie next to him, her neck secured by his upper am, their foreheads touching while he snuck his arms around her, holding her close.

Emily brushed her hand over his now silk clad chest, slightly sorry for not being able to feel his skin under her fingers any longer. Her instincts told her that something was wrong and she could imagine what it was. Still she stayed quiet, waiting for him to do or say something.
Impatiently chewing on the inside of her cheek she watched him closely until he turned his head away, resting his cheek against her forehead.
He tried to think of things to say. Of things to do to make this oppressive feeling go away but everything he came up with sounded either silly or as if saying it would upset her.

Feeling her lifting her head to look at him, he met her gaze.
"What?"
Richard tried to smile reassuringly, "Nothing."
"Come on, Richard, I know you better than that," she soothingly rubbed his chest with her hand, "Talk to me. … Please." She needed to know.
He avoided looking into her eyes and instead brought up his hand to brush his finger over her lips. She didn't pull away, that was a good sign. "The words sound so shallow."
"Which words?" She didn't let it go, she couldn't.
He sighed in defeat, frustration coloring his voice, "All the words I can come up with to say I'm sorry."
The corner of her mouth curled up a little, he really did try. She wanted to kiss him just for trying, thinking of something to make it easier for him, "Just start with one. I'm not that picky."
Richard chuckled, "You aren't?"
"Oh you." Nudging him for his comment she couldn't stop herself from giggling, glad about his teasing.

Emily snuggled back against him, her head on his chest, listening to his even heart beat, "I promise I'll try not to be this time."
She felt his chest rising and falling when he took a deep breath.
Turning her head, she placed a kiss on his heart, waiting for him to begin.
"I'm sorry, Emily," he felt her smiling against his skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
It sounded heartfelt and honest; still she felt a sting in her heart, trying to stay calm.
"But please believe me; it was only lunch. Nothing more."

She felt tears burning in her eyes.
Propping herself up on one elbow, she met his eyes. He looked afraid.
This big, strong man looked afraid.
It made her smile. He was afraid he could lose her again, it was clearly written on his face. Emily gently brushed her hand over his cheek. Bending down she kissed him before looking deeply into his eyes, "I believe you."
Richard released a breath he hadn't been aware of holding. Looking up at her again he remained quiet. There was more to come.
"I believed that it was 'just lunch' the first time you told me. That wasn't the problem."
He furrowed his brow, clearly confused.
Looking down for a second, she met his eyes again, "It's that you didn't tell me."
"I didn't want to upset you."
"It wouldn't have." She blurred out, knowing the second the words had left her mouth that it was a lie, turning her head to look anywhere but into his eyes.
Raising his eyebrows he propped himself up on his elbow, mirroring her position, "Emmy…"
She huffed, quiet for the moment.

Richard calmly waited for her next statement and it only took a few seconds before she shyly looked back at him, "Well, I would have been…" she couldn't stand his gaze, dropping it again, "For a while."
She was cute when she was pouting but he held his tongue.
"It's just …" Emily tried to think of a way to explain what she had felt but it was hard.
She wasn't good at this, had never been, but she needed to make him understand. If only part of it.
"…I felt … betrayed." It was the closest she could get to the mixture of hurt, anger and heartache she remembered. The feeling came back to her and she found the strength to explain it further, glad that he kept quiet. "It's not that you went out with this woman. … It's that you met with her behind by back … and not only once but for the whole length of our marriage."
Swallowing hard she tried to get rid of the lump in her throat, trying to make her voice sound annoyed and not as if she was about to cry, "And it doesn't really help that she is the woman you wanted to marry before you met me."

His heart ached when he saw the look in her eyes.
Richard knew that he sometimes lost sight of other people's needs but he had never thought it would happen with his own wife. He loved her, he always had but it had never entered his mind that she could find out about his meetings. At first he had felt slightly guilty for meeting Pennilyn but after a few years he hadn't really thought about it anymore. He had never tried to see it from Emily's point of view and being confronted with it like this made him hate himself for being so dumb.

Richard took her hand in his, squeezing it affectionately, "I understand."
She looked deep into his eyes, "Do you?"
Dropping his gaze he nodded before he looked back at her, "I am truly sorry, Emily. I didn't mean to hurt you but it never entered my mind." He swallowed hard, "I had a lot of time to think in the pool house. And … I remembered what you said to me the night you left for Europe. I couldn't get your words out of my head and I think that was good, because they needed time to sink in."
She nodded, her gaze drifting down to stare at their hands, "I just felt so small and … unimportant."
Richard felt his heart break and his voice showed it, "I never meant to make you feel that way, Emmy." He let go of her hand and brought his up to her face, cupping her chin to make her look at him, "You are important to me. You are more important to me than you can ever imagine."
She remained quit while she searched his face intently, swallowing her pride for once, she admitted, "I should have told you earlier." and was rewarded with a compassionate smile.
He knew this wasn't easy for her, so he held his tongue instead of agreeing with her.

Bending forward, Richard gently brushed his lips over hers, waiting for her to respond.
Emily hesitantly moved her head towards him, increasing the pressure of her full lips as they touched his. She was glad he had apologized. They had found a way to get around saying 'sorry' quite well. Both not really liking the word.
It always had a bitter taste to it; a 'you were completely right and I was completely wrong' kind of feeling and since they were both stubborn and could never change their point of view completely on any topic, they had worked out a different strategy over the years they could both live with.
Withdrawing her head, she looked into his eyes and was glad to see the same shimmer in them they had held in the foyer. A smile crossed her face before she bent forward again to kiss him more deeply.
There it was; the familiar tingle she had hoped would return.

Richard snuck his hand under the blanket, searching for her body. When his hand touched her belly, he slid it over her silk pajama to rest on her waist before he slowly brushed it over her hip, pulling her to him a little, glad when he felt her sliding closer to him.
Not breaking their kiss, Emily placed her hand on Richards shoulder, pushing slightly to make him lie on his back.
He obeyed her, feeling her roll with him so she half laid on top of him, her leg between his while her hand caressed his cheek.
Breaking their kiss she trailed kisses across his cheek, laying her head next to his, her hand trailing down his chest to unbutton his pajama top. She kissed his neck while brushing her hand over his exposed skin, turning her hand to grab his when he lay it on top of hers and looked up at him, "Don't."

He furrowed his brow, his mind eased by her smile.
"Let me." Emily kissed his mouth tenderly, "Let me." She whispered again while she sat up.
Richard pulled himself up, his upper back secured by their pillows when he lay back.
Holding his gaze she slowly began to unbutton her pajama, a smile spreading across her face as she watched his eyes following her hands.
She let the top hang open, not taking it off when she straddled him. Still smiling she bent forward to kiss him lightly, his hands sliding up her legs to rest on her thighs.
Emily felt him squeeze them affectionately before she made him sit up and deftly helped him out of his pajama top without breaking their kiss.
He slid his hands up her back, holding on to her, pressing her against him.
Pulling away, she looked into his eyes, seeing them mirroring the same passion and love she felt at this moment.
Richard smiled at her, brought his hands up to her front and lightly brushed them up her body, across her full breasts to her shoulders, peeling the silk material off her body as he slid his hands gently down her arms, taking delight in the goose bumps his touches created on her tender skin.

Bending forward he kissed her collar bone, gently nibbling on it when he felt her hands on his chest, pressing him backwards. Lying back down against the cushions he bit her lower lip as she tried to pull away. Emily moaned into his mouth, deepened their kiss again. Hovering over him, she took his head in her hands, finally managing to pull away.
She smiled down on him, amazed by the meaningful look he gave her. When he tried to sit up once more, she pressed her hand against his chest and shook her head no, feeling him sink back against the pile of pillows that propped up his upper body.
Shifting her weight, she kissed his neck, trailing kisses across his collar bone and back again to lavish his chest on gentle touches of her mouth and tongue.
Her feather light touches made his skin burn under her fingertips, her lips like melted ice where they brushed over his stomach.
She wanted to touch every inch of him, wanted to make sure that she welcomed every part of his body back individually. Teasing his skin with her teeth she slid lower, tracing the hem of his pajama bottoms with her nose and mouth while her hands slid over the smooth material, feeling the bulge in his pants pulsing against her fingers when she brushed them over it lightly.

Richard didn't dare stop her, enjoying the aching desire he felt for her while he watched her closely. It was hard to hold himself back and when a lock of hair fell in her face and hid it from his view he instinctively reached out to tuck it behind her ear. She smiled and looked up at him, enjoying the unexpected touch as he gently brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek before combing her hair out of her face.
Laying her head on his stomach, she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling his fingertips dance across her forehead and down her nose.

Emily's smile widened when he traced her lower lip and she opened her eyes to watch him. His eyes were glued to her lips while his index finger kept tracing their form. Opening her mouth slightly she moved her head forward, trapping his fingertip between her teeth.
He chuckled, not moving his hand while he watched his wife closing her perfect lips around his finger, sucking gently before he felt her brushing her tongue over it.
Richard swallowed hard, taking in a deep, shuddering breath which made her release his finger, giggling.

Turning her head to hide her grin in his stomach, she nuzzled his skin softly before looking back up at him, slightly blushed. Emily brushed her hand up his chest dreamily, her dark eyes sparkling up at him.
Tracing his jaw line with her finger she moved up to kiss him, giving him the opportunity to trace her spine with his fingers, her skin warm and soft to his touch.
Resting his hand on her shoulder he gently brushed it over her arm when she broke their kiss to smile at him. Richard then raised his hand to run his index finger up her throat and over her lips again, smiling when she giggled, a challenging gleam in her eyes, "Do you want me to be naughty?" kissing his fingertip.
He combed his fingers through her thick, dark hair, cupped the back of her head and pulled her towards him for a slow, loving kiss, whispering against her lips, "I want you to be you."
He felt her smile, their lips still touching, their gazes locked before she leaned forward again, giving him a peck before brushing her nose against his, "And what would that make me?"
She was anxious to hear his answer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Many things." He winked and watched the corners of her mouth curl up further while she looked at him from under her lashes.

Emily decided to dig deeper. She slid down the mattress a little, crossed her arms and placed them on his chest, resting her chin on them, "Now I'm intrigued."
He grinned and brushed some hair out of her face and over her shoulder, "So you want a list?"
She smiled up at him, "You know how much I like lists."
Brushing the back of his fingers over her cheek he chuckled lowly, "Yes, I know."
She looked so beautiful like this. Nothing of the proper high society lady was visible in her features. All her defenses were down at this moment and she was nothing but his wife, the woman he had fallen in love with half a lifetime ago, "You're gorgeous."
He grinned when she rolled her eyes and moaned, "Yes, sure."

Looking back up at him she saw his soul through his eyes. There was nothing in the world but the two of them in this moment, she felt transferred back to the time she had first fallen in love with him, it made her feel warm all over.
"I won't let you get away with that." Emily winked, not even trying to hide her delight over his words. She knew he meant them. It was nice to be loved.
"Oh, I will gladly make a very long list for you when we have the time."
She raised her head, "We don't have it now?"

Grinning he took her hand in his, kissed her palm, then placed it on his upper thigh, making her follow his movements with her eyes.
Richard raised one eyebrow when she looked back at him, her eyes widened.
"Mr. Gilmore."
He shrugged, looking rather proud. It made her giggle, "I think I'd better go and check off my list then, I guess."
Seeing his confused look her smile widened, trying to give him an innocent look, "Well, I just want to make sure everything is still in its place."
Her husband chuckled, "You have a check list?"
"Oh yes, I do." Emily grinned broadly. "A very," she kissed his cheek, "detailed," the side of his mouth, "check list," his lips.

After giving him a kiss that held promise, she looked down at him, running her hand down his upper body, "Now, where was I?" Sliding her hand inside his pajama pants, she brushed it gently across his loin, never touching his middle, just teasing the skin around it with her fingernails.
She moved to sit next to his hip and took a hold of the rim of his pants with both hands, sliding them down a few inches and up again, tautening the material so it brushed against his erection every time she moved it. Hearing him moan, she looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly opened while his hands grabbed the sheets. Emily smiled and bent her head down to brush her hair over his lower belly before she took pity on him and freed him from his pants.

She watched his face closely while she shifted positions, brushing her fingers gently across the length of his hard member before she took him in her hand, squeezing lightly. He moaned her name when she began to gently stroke him.
Richard had to gain all his self control to grab her wrist and make her stop. It only took one deep look into her eyes and she understood without words.
Quickly taking off her pants, she placed one hand on each side of him and crawled upwards, letting her upper body brush over his before she kissed him passionately while mounting him again. Emily felt his hot flesh pressing against her thigh, moving her hip slightly to brush herself against his hard shaft. She wanted to play with him a little longer, but when she felt his hands on her hips, pushing her down on him she knew she couldn't let him wait.

Putting her hands on his chest, she pushed away, silently demanding him to remain lying. Richard looked up at her, brushing his hands over her thighs, up to her hips and down over her behind, grabbing it firmly. They shared a meaningful glance while Emily raised her hips to guide him into her, only breaking eye contact when she let her head fall back, moaning as she enjoyed the feeling of him inside of her.
He watched her closely, letting his gaze travel down her body over her well formed breasts, lower over her flat stomach to where their bodies were joined. Slowly tilting his hips a little he smiled when a throaty moan escaped his wife again, her head falling forward, her dark eyes sparkling down at him with passion. She remained still, smiling at him before she slowly began to move, knowing exactly what to do so they'd both enjoy it to the fullest.

Placing her hands on top of his where they were still grabbing her hips she increased the speed of her movements, feeling him pull her down towards him each time she lifted her body. When his grip got tighter she took his wrists, making him let go of her to entwine their fingers. She rolled her hips against his, her moans getting louder before she pinned his hands down on the mattress, bending forward to kiss him deeply.
Richard watched her as she sat back up, her eyes slid close while she kept a steady pace. He felt the urge to touch her when she leaned back further on him, her hands grabbing his thighs for support while she began to ride him harder. Resting his hands on her thighs, he let her fluent movements hypnotize him.

She felt every fiber of her being in this moment. There was nothing but him and her in the universe. Everything felt more intense when they were together like this, it had always been but now, after months of separation, it was even stronger.
Emily could feel the tips of her hair brushing against her back while she moved, the thin film of perspiration covering her body, the warmth radiating from her husband, the throbbing of his shaft while it glided in and out of her. She shivered with desire, ready to let go whenever he'd make her.

He felt his climax build, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer but he wanted to, needed to. Richard didn't want this to end just yet, so he tried to concentrate more. Her smooth skin glistened in the moonlight; her rapid breathing caused her breasts to move even more than the continuous movements of her pelvis. Sliding his hands up her sides he cupped her breasts, delighted when he heard her gasp as he began to massage them, brushing his fingers gently over her hard nipples.
She looked into his eyes once more, shifting her position to place her hands on his shoulders before locking them behind his head, pulling him towards her.

He willingly sat up; kissing her hard while he wrapped his arms tightly around her, the change of position pushing him deeper into her, taking her by surprise.
Still kissing him she snuck her arm around him while her other hand grabbed his hair, barring him from taking his mouth off of hers.
Emily felt him move against her, pushing deeper into her still, making her spread her legs wider apart. Her muscles contracted around him as he pushed himself up once more, sending her over the edge, following mere seconds later.

She felt the tingling between her thighs ebbing off slightly before the touch of his hands made her shiver again as they traced the muscles in her back. Their kiss became more soulful, their love surmounting their passion and lust for the moment.

Richard felt her resting her forehead against his before she gave him another short kiss and pulled away to meet his gaze.
Both were still breathing heavily while their love for each other filled the room without the need to spell it out. It was all there, in their eyes.

He continued to let his fingers dance along her skin, enjoying the effect his touches had on her. He wanted to stay like this forever.
Emily felt him raising his knees and gladly leaned her back against them, flashing him a grateful smile. With the spell of their orgasms fading away the aching in her thighs pushed itself into her consciousness more and more and she relaxed against him, letting him hold her. She let her head fall back to rest on his knees, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Richard watched her while her breathing got more even, raising his hand to brush his fingertips over her throat and down over her breasts, grinning when he heard her chuckle.
"You're not serious."
Still smiling he leaned forward to trace her collar bone with his tongue, tasting her salty skin. He felt her sit up straight again, looking up to meet her gaze. "I'm only trying to make up for lost time."
Bending forward she kissed him gently, the cool night air harsh against the warm skin of her back, making her shiver. She nestled her head against his shoulder, glad when he wrapped his strong arms around her, shielding her from the breeze that came through the half open window.
"Tired already?"
She laughed, "And I have every right to be."
Richard smiled, "I take that as a compliment." Kissing her forehead, he enjoyed her closeness to him, occasionally turning his head to kiss her neck while she relaxed against his body.

A few moments later, she lazily lifted her head, kissed his cheek and motioned to slide off him but he held her back. Emily gave him a puzzled look, raising her eyebrows.
"Not yet."
She smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder again, kissing the side of his neck, "Five minutes."
He raised his eyebrow, trying to look down at her, his movements caused her to lift her head to met his challenging gaze, "And then?"
His wife chuckled, snuggling back against him, "We'll see."
Grinning broadly, he leaned back against the pillows, mumbling "Sounds promising." and closed his eyes.

Author's note:
Hi. ... Missed me? ;o)
Well, sit back and enjoy, this might take a while ... I mean, if you guys have a lunch or an afternoon squash game or something. . . oh, wait - wrong episode. giggles
I'll try to make this short. - not that there's a chance I'll succeed.

hugs Mel my, what a special treat! I really should bribe you into reviewing more often, now that I know you do such a good job at it. ;o)

Ane; I try.
It's all about the details - and I have the feeling that's something 'Miss Celine' would have said too.

I'm very glad it was one of those you-make-my-day stories for you, Val. I hope you enjoyed the 2nd installment just as much, or more.

(Note to self ... my, I do keep it short. I'm proud of me. Usually I can't get myself to. Hence, even my grocery lists tend to turn into novels)

Gern geschehen, morzsa, now all I need is to find out which one of the VTs you are ;o).

Ellie, as always your review was one where you grab a box of popcorn and a coke, sit back and enjoy while reading. I told you before how great your are at reviewing but I'll say it again: YOU ARE GREAT! Thank you so much!

EmilyandRichard4ever - another person whose name I don't know. Oh well, I am just glad you liked it. I mean, it was you who asked me to write this, but I don't think I can write the nightmare one you asked for. I do have some more stories in my head, so don't worry too much though.

OldFashionedGrl - You love me? Awww. Thanks. Well, I am glad you liked the 1st chapter. You're one of my brand new reviewers and I'm really glad you decided to write. It's so nice to see that people besides my precious VTs are actually reading & enjoying this. :o)

"Leh GASP!!" lol What a nice way to start a review, Branda. Made me grin, really. And the grin only widened when I read the rest. Yes, who doesn't want a 'randy Richard' ;o)

Aleta. Thank you.

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…And this morning.