"Richard," Emily moaned as his hands wandered over her body in seductive ways she had not felt from him in months during their separation. His touch was overwhelming and sent chills through her veins. Oh how she had missed his strong hands holding her and his body against hers, even if they were just kissing in the moment. She never wanted him to let her go. This felt nice and she wanted to stay like this for a long while.

"Emily," he growled in her ear as he pressed up against her in the entry way, pushing her up against the wall. He could feel himself loosing control over her. One seductive touch from her and he wouldn't be able to contain his actions any longer. It had been months and he just had to have her. "I need you," he growled in her ear, low, husky, and seductively. With a smirk he gave her ass a squeeze and pulled it tightly against him, pinning her more into the wall.

She could feel him pressed against her in a way that let her know he wasn't playing around. He needed her and she needed him. "Take control of me, Richard," she whispered against him and leaned her head against the entry way wall, pushing her hips against his own and biting her lip seductively. A moan escaped them when he pushed himself against her roughly and she wrapped her arms around him. "Upstairs," she whispered feeling her breath hitch in her throat as his hands wandered over and around her body.

Richard smirked and kissed his wife's lips once more before leading her up the stairs in a hurry. He loved her and needed her so much. When they reached the bedroom he shut the door and then began to kiss his wife's rosy lips passionately once again. Slowly he walked her backwards towards their bed, once close enough he gently laid her down.

"I've waited months to do this," he growled in her ear with a smirk as he kissed his way across her neck and massaged her thigh with one hand while the other was still holding her back gently.

Emily couldn't control the soft sighs of pleasure that escaped her lips as her husband rediscovered her body. "Me too," she whispered and tugged on his shirt trying to get it unstuck from his pants and pull it over his head. She was very much turned on in this moment and nothing was going to stand in their way as long as she could help it. "Richard, I'm caught," he hears her say with a bit of struggle in her tone. He looked at her confused when she said that. "I'm stuck, Richard," she repeated as she pulled her arm over and over. Her bracelet had gotten stuck to his belt loop and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. She narrowed her eyes at him unamused. "Do you find this amusing, Richard? Do you think that this is funny?" she inquired not caring for an answer either way as she had looked away now and continued to tug her arm, trying to loosen it.

"Well, I have to admit it's a bit entertaining," he smirked playfully.

"That was a rhetorical question, Richard," she snapped at him, still tugging away.

"Two questions, my dear," he pointed out. He was having quite a bit of fun with this, but his wife was not amused. He could tell when she stopped immediately and gave him a sharp glare, the type that could cut cement. He chuckled once more and kissed her neck. "I love it when you are feisty, Emily Gilmore," he whispered in his low and husky voice, just before biting gently on her neck just under her ear.

This sent chills through Emily's body and a moan escaped her lips. She slipped her wrist out of her bracelet and quickly pulled her husband closer and pressed her lips against his own. "Make love to me, Richard Gilmore," she pleaded under her breath. She hated to beg, but she couldn't help how much she needed this man to release her from the throbbing feelings that she was experiencing in that intimate moment with him.

They lay there side by side panting from their previous acts. Richard looked over to his wife and smirked. How he had managed to get this world-class beauty to marry him he would never know, and how he managed to keep her this long was just a mystery to him. The way her hair was tousled and her make-up was slightly smeared, but to Richard Gilmore she was the finest woman he had ever laid eyes on and it was impossible for him to describe how immensely grateful he was to have such a wife as Emily Gilmore.

Emily noticed her husband smiling over to her from the corner of her eyes and she couldn't help but turn a rosy color. Richard was the love of her life and what he had done had hurt her, it had caused her a pain she never could have imagined. It was a feeling of deep betrayal, but he was her Richard. He was the one who loved her through the ups and downs, through the pain and heartache. He had been there to protect her against her father, had stood up for her when the situations had called for it- when she was pregnant and a colleague had tried to make inappropriate moves on her. Richard had always been there for his Emmy and now all she wanted was that man back in her life. She wanted to be able to work out their problems and for him to move back in. It was a strange feeling to wake up and to have the bed empty beside her. Emily needed Richard as desperately as she needed oxygen.

"What is it, Emmy?" Richard gently reached out to caress her cheek and looked at her intrigued.

A smile warmed Emily's face as she took Richard's hand in her own. "I'm just happy that you are here," she admitted, her eyes closing gently as she relaxed.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Em," he pulls her close to him and smiles as their bodies press against each other. "Now get some sleep, I'll be here in the morning," he assured her and caressed her gently. He held her like that until she had fallen asleep and he was asleep soon after.

From now on this was how it would be, Richard and Emily were meant to be and even if she didn't see it now he would make sure that she would come to realise that for herself.