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For those who are wondering what exactly happen to Musa, well, 5 yrs ago, her father was ill, and she had to go back home to care for her father. And she had left without telling them, only left them a note. But there is also a reason why she left without telling any of her friends especially Riven.

Thank you for the reviews.

PhoebeTheQueenOfDragonsI have not read the winx fic you mention. Maybe it's because I'd always do a search on characters Musa & Riven and maybe the author did not categorize it under the two characters.

SlyrTempestAs I had mention (above) there are reasons why she left without telling, and it will be revealed in this chapter.

Wedding Bells : Chapter 2

She should have known better than to follow him home. Should have known better than to drink too much which clouded her judgments and got lost in him, and damn that broken glass that got her into this situation. Musa laid on the bed with the sheets covered her body and she was deep in thought as she looked out of the gigantic window that ran from the floor to the ceiling across the room to see the full moon.

Musa sat up slowly, holding the cooling sheet against her chest, and she felt Riven stirred. She stayed still, not wanting to wake him up. She was not ready to see that deep-set eyes and the ruffled hair of his. She looked over at the sleeping form on the other side of the bed. He looked more toned than he was five years ago and she couldn't stop appreciating the Adonis that sprawled in bed, clad only waist down, with the sheet shared by them. Her eyes ran from his face to the muscles of his arms, chest and torso. It was so nice to run her fingers through hair and over his body and it brought her back to the recent activity they had, and she blushed at the thought.

When Riven wasn't awake, she slipped off the bed and put on his shirt, which was nearest to her and made her way to the window. From where she stood, she could see the full moon and the stars reflected on the wide-open sea. It's funny that he should built his house on the edge of the cliff (A/N Imagine Dr BlackJack house location– Japanese Anime), as it was the place they used to get away from the other couples. This place meant so much to both of them then. It was the place they made love with each other for the first time, after which they had marked their love on one of the trees. And she wondered if it was still there. She looked slightly to her right; of where the tree was suppose to be. All she saw was the flat land that stretches out to the edge of the cliff, and she shook her head and then looked ahead towards her own reflection with a bitter smile.

She shouldn't be surprise that it wasn't there anymore but she would like to take a look at the carvings they made on the tree again. She wanted to run her fingers over the embedded bark and wondered if what he said was true, all those promises and – she stopped herself from thinking of the past. It was the past, and she had moved on, she choose to move on and it wasn't her fault that she left the Winx, especially him.

Her mind wondered to the past of the last time they met and talk. They had gone out for a movie. She had received news the night before of her father illness, and she wanted to tell him about it, that she might need to go back home for good. She didn't know how to tell him or how he would react if he knew she had to leave. She wasn't herself when she was with him that day, and neither was he. Before they went back, Riven wanted to talk, which was good that he suggested it first.

They sat in one of the parks, and he told her that he cared deeply for her but wasn't sure if he was in love with her, and he wasn't really ready. She would have screamed at him, pestered him for an answer to what were the meanings to the things he had said about after they made love. She would have asked him if it was because Brandon proposed to Stella that made him feel that way. She could and would have said something, but she didn't. Her thoughts went to her father. She had simply stared out, lost with her turmoil and she decided to pretend to understand him and not tell him of her situation. It hurts to hear him said that, but maybe it was better and easier for her this way. And the girls – she couldn't burden them and importantly she didn't want to talk about what happened. And so she left.

She collected herself back to the present, starring out the window once again and breath against her refection. She couldn't stay much longer. She had to leave. She moved across the room to his side of the bed and cast a spell on him –wake him up when it's near time for Stella's dinner – and she went on a search for her fallen clothing. Her dress had ended at the edge of the bed on the floor and as she reached for it, a tower of CDs toppled. She wasn't sure to be horrified or happy to find that Riven had kept her recordings under the bed and as she dug deeper under the bed, she found old photos of Riven and herself, still in good condition. She wondered if Riven has feelings for her. It was unthinkable but – the pictures, the CDs, the house on the cliff, the way he had looked into her eyes, the way he held and touched her few hours ago – she had to held back the tears. She had moved on, she choose too and even if he has feelings for her, she just couldn't. She opened a portal that linked to her suite after she got dressed, and left her past behind.

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Riven turned to his side and put his arm across the bed only to grab nothing. He slowly opened his eyes and notice that Musa was not with him. The other side of the bed was already cold, indicating that she wasn't there for a while. He groaned and rolled onto his back. He wondered where she had gone and a thought hit him that she might have left him. He looked around his room and searched if there were any messages left for him. None. He looked out the window and noticed that it was still dark and he wondered if it was the same early morning or was it the night after. He glanced at the clock across the room and it showed half past seven, and if the clock is functioning properly, it can't be the same morning.

"Damn it!" he swore. He is going to be late for Stella and Brandon's dinner, which is held at eight. He jumped off the bed and headed for the shower.

He had forgotten about his bandaged wound and got it wet when he turned on the tap. With a string of colorful swears, he undid the bandage. The cut was healing. Musa did a good stitch to the wound. It's funny how a small accident – a broken glass that he tried to catch, which ended cutting his palm - could end them in such situation, and he wasn't sure if it was good or bad but he couldn't help smiling as he remembered the night before.

Musa had been worried about him when he got the cut and she ordered him to sit while she attended to the wound. He tried to protest - that it was nothing - but she gave him the look and he had no choice but to obliged. She was working on the wound with extreme care and concentration. He could see, the way her brow came together, the way she bit her lips and her long lashes, which partially hid her beautiful eyes. She would occasionally tuck her long hair back behind her ears when her fallen hair would be too distracting for her work.

She was so beautiful, he thought and sometimes he wondered it was just his imagination that she was there with him. Although he could feel her hands working on the bandage, he still wanted to reach for her, just a bit, to feel if it was real, if she was real. Her hair fell off from the corner of her ears, and he helped her tuck it in. He should have let go of his hands but the light brush of his fingers on her cheeks made his heart on fire and he had to touch her again. And he strokes her cheeks with his thumb and it made her look up at him. He stroked her again - her cheeks, her lips - and her eyes fluttered at his touch and he did the one thing he wanted for so long. He kissed her.

Her hands instinctively moved to his chest when he bent over to kiss her and he thought she would have pushed him away, but it stayed there, neither pushing nor pulling. She had not responded to his kiss, but it didn't stop him from deepening it and soon her tensed frame relaxed and she parted her lips slightly. He took the opportunity to run his tongue in her and pull her up from the floor to him, which made her straddle on him. A part of his conscious told him to stop, that it wasn't fair for her. But he didn't care. She ignites his yearnings; his desires and he wanted her now and forever.

They had moved from the hall to his room, dropping the clothes along the way to the bed. And as she lay naked on his bed, her pale skin contrasted against the mahogany-colored sheet and her long black silken hair. She had changed over the past five years; her breast was bigger and fuller yet still perky. She had curvier hips and surprisingly, she was clean beneath. Her heavy lidded eyes, called out to him and he could no longer restrain himself and he plunged into oblivion with her.