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He had missed her. He was happy to find her scent all over him again.
Her back was pressed against the cold tiles and she closed her eyes to his touch and the hot water that was streaming down her body. His fingers on her collarbone, her breasts, her ribs, her stomach. Slowly, just the way he knew his wife liked it most.
Further down- she shrieked. He pressed her against the tiles harder, skin on skin.
She embraced him firmly, her fingers digging into his warm back. Yes, she had missed him, too. She grabbed his hair as he bent over her. He kissed her, filled with such passion and desire, she would usually go weak at her knees at that very moment. But she didn't. She wasn't able to relax into his touch, his kisses. Not now.
But she wanted to. She wanted to make out with her husband so deperately, it's been a while since she last felt him.
So she kissed him back. Sweet, short kisses, brushing her lips lightly over his. With one hand she stroked his back gently and the other hand tugged at his hair while she deepened her kisses that were sort of hesitant to begin with. He had noticed her hesitation before, but he didn't want to ruin the moment and ask her what was wrong, given that he knew she probably wouldn't want to talk about it anyway. He decided to just forget about it for a moment, and he did because she was driving him crazy only by kissing him the way she did.
Diane felt his hands run over her bare wet body, her skin warm and smooth because they have been in that shower for a while now. It was the most perfect thing, wasn't it? The perfect place to be after a long day of work. The perfect time. They always had a good time in the shower. Why shouldn't it be as great as it always has been? They would soon know.
With one resolute move he lifted her up. She wasn't scared of falling, he's always taken good care of her. And she held on to his shoulders to balance herself. He opened his eyes for a moment, meeting hers. She tried to look at him the way she always did, but he noticed she was different. He could tell from the look in her eyes, he just knew her too well. Not only was she not in the mood, she was in pain. A kind of pain he couldn't really construe, but knowing it was present. And it affected her, for a reason? Maybe more than it should? He didn't know because she didn't talk about it.
He slowly let go of her and took a step back. She leaned against the wall and watched him, sighing and feeling her eyelids becoming more heavy when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. He was disappointed. And worried. She knew he would like to question her. Maybe he even was angry because they were supposed to tell each other anything. And she didn't. But for now he just seemed worried and she didn't like that light outrage on his loving face.
She couldn't take it and closed her eyes. She walked past him and stumbled out of the shower, shivering as she was now standing in front of the mirror in the cold bathroom.
He didn't say anything, he followed her wordlessly and took a towel, approaching the door to leave the room but he freezed for a second, rethinking and turning around. He walked back to her and stood behind her. Their eyes met in the mirror and he placed a kiss on her shoulder. Encouraging and understanding. Then he left the bathroom.
The mirror showed that she was undertaking too much. It wasn't work-related though, it was eating her up from the inside and she didn't know how to let go. She managed it well the past 30 years. But she knew this moment would come. She anticipated it. Well, actually not anticipated it really, because it was highly obvious that one day she would break under the weight of her secrets. She just didn't see it coming at that very moment. Although she had a lot of time to prepare herself, she never did because she was suppressing those feelings, delaying her thoughts.
She wrapped herself in her bathrobe and went to the bedroom, finding Kurt lying on the bed. He was waiting for her. She felt the corners of her mouth drop and she settled down next to him, clenching her teeth to keep herself from crying. But as soon as she felt his arms around her and snuggled up to him, she didn't care to keep her emotions to herself anymore. And it was okay.
Kurt felt her tears on his chest. It was probably the most agonizing feeling, seeing her like that. He was heart-broken and he knew these tears meant something. Diane Lockhart didn't cry. Not without reason. And she chose wisely what was really worth crying over. He figured this must be something that's causing her much distress and heartache. And he couldn't understand why she didn't at least try to share this with him.
He placed his lips on her smudgy cheek, leaving soft kisses there repeatedly, letting her know that he was there for her. She literally cried herself to sleep that night, but she was not alone. And it made her feel at ease- and loved.
It took her exactly 15 minutes to fall asleep, and he didn't stop caressing her until she did. Not even afterwards. Kurt couldn't sleep, he was upset and contemplative. He would let her have her rest and he wouldn't start questioning her as soon as she'd get up. Maybe he wouldn't at all. Not yet. But he had to know what was going on, what was bothering his wife. She hasn't been like that for long, it was only a few days but it appeared so strongly. And it frightened him because he knew how strong Diane is. How much she could bear. And this was not the Diane he knows.
