"You'll be the one
Make me feel like I'm real
And alive"
"Sam?" He turned, his heart pounding so loudly, he was sure everyone in the church could hear it. Connie watched as he stepped over to Lauren and kissed her cheek so gently, "I'm so sorry," he told her, "I love you, I do, but I can't do this… I don't love you enough, not in the way that you deserve. I'm so sorry," he turned and walked away, "I'm sorry."
He didn't hear her reply; his heart was beating too loudly in his chest for that.
"Go, son," his mum whispered into his ear, her hand on her shoulder gently, "I'll sort this out, but you need to go and do what you pair of supposedly intelligent people should have done a long while ago," She nodded at Connie, willing her smile to stay hidden.
He kissed his mums cheek and walked over to Connie, taking her hand loosely in his, "Take me away from here," he asked her, his eyes meeting hers.
"Grow old with me
Let us share what we see
And all the best it could be
Just you and I"
"Shit," he cursed as she sped down the country lanes with the same sharp skill and precision she showed in theatre,
"Do you want me to turn around?" She asked, watching as he placed his hand on hers as they stopped as the traffic lights turned red,
"No, keep driving," he replied, resting his head back against the head rest and exhaling forcefully. An hour later she pulled up at a beautiful, old cottage by the sea and got out of the car. He watched her as she stretched her arms above her head, before she sat on the cars bonnet, leant back on her hands and dipped her head. He smiled, getting out of the car and walking over to her.
"I should be married by now," he spoke, his thighs pressing firmly against hers as he placed one hand next to her, and one against her soft cheek. She ran her fingers through his hair, "But you're not,"
He laughed, "State the obvious Con,"
She smiled, her fingers running through his hair, playing havoc with his nerves.
"Sam?" She asked, watching how his eyes couldn't look away from her. "Kiss me," he told her, "You left my wedding ceremony, drove me to god knows where, the least you can do is kiss me."
She stood up, slowly placing her hands on his cheeks, watching how he struggled not to make the first move, "Close your eyes," she whispered, watching as he did so, before she kissed each of his eyelids separately, before kissing his lips so gently. He pulled her closer to him as she kissed him again, more passionately this time, her tongue demanding entry into his mouth. He moaned against her, as their tongues battled for control. Her soft, open mouthed kisses moved from his lips to across his jaw line, along his neck and to his ear, before they found his mouth again.
She pulled away, and led him wordlessly into the cottage, before his emotions got the better of him and he pinned her against the wall, "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before," he uttered, watching as her royal blue dress pooled around her feet,
"Is that a promise Mr. Strachan?" she grinned, standing only in nude shoes and lacy underwear,
"My god," he uttered, "What were we thinking? What has taken us so long?"
"Grow old with me
Let us share what we see
And all the best it could be
Just you and I"
"Why did we wait so long to feel like that?" he asked her as they lay so wrapped up in each other. "Maybe it felt like that because we left it so long," she admitted, smiling as he pulled the covers away from them both, his clever hands letting her know how quickly he wanted to feel like that again.
3am: "You should be on a plane," she spoke quietly into the darkness, "You should be on a plane heading towards Bali… " He smiled, pressing his lips against her forehead, "Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men," She laughed against his skin, the sound warming him more than he'd ever admit. "I'm glad you're not on a plane," she admitted.
"You and me both," he replied, pulling the covers up around them and holding her that bit closer to him, "We would never have got away with sex like that on a plane." She laughed, pressing her lips gently against his, before she rolled onto her side. He kissed her neck softly, "Grow old with me Connie," he asked, holding his breath and closing his eyes, hoping she wanted this to work as much as he did. "Will you grow old with me?" She turned to face him, slipping her arm underneath his, before kissing his wonderful mouth "I'd love too."