A/n: Okay so, this is my silly little one shot that turned into this adorable little series of drabbles.

Hardest of Hearts

Victoria Grayson studied her reflection in the mirror. She gently ran her hand over her face, studying every infuriating imperfection. She could feel every crease, every wrinkle, living proof that even the Great Victoria Grayson wasn't perfect.

Running her hand down her body, she stopped at her heart. She could feel it beating. She knew that there was love in her body, but it was trapped, frozen deep in her core.

She could feel her heart swell the second he walked into the room. Schooling her features, she rose from her seat.

"What do you want, Conrad?" she asked, bothered.

He merely stared at her, ignoring the question.

Victoria wondered what was wrong with him.

Their relationship wasn't the best, but after their near death experience they were… closer.

Conrad reached out, tenderly touching her face.

She pulled back, feeling bruised, marked by his touch.

"Conrad!" she yelled.

"Why, Victoria?" he asked, straightforwardly.

"Why what? Articulate, Conrad, use your words," she snapped, confused.

"Why do you push everyone away? Why are you trapping love in your body? Why won't you let me in?" he asked.

Victoria walked to her nightstand, pouring herself a glass of red wine.

Conrad took a seat on her bed.

They hadn't so much as shared a meal, let alone a bed in god knows how long.

Conrad knew Victoria was weary.

He was tired of fighting for her affection. He honestly did love her, regardless of popular belief. The guilt was starting to eat away at his very core. Knowing that he pushed his wife away so much, that she had to look for affection in another.

"Since when did you start caring for me?" she asked coldly.

Conrad chuckled.

"Darling, I've always cared for you. The question is, when did you stop?" Conrad responded ruefully.

Victoria took a sip of her wine.

Her normally expressive face, was blank.

"I never stopped," she whispered.

"You wouldn't understand," she spoke, more to herself than to Conrad.

"What went wrong?" Conrad asked, pulling Victoria down beside him.

"Well, for one, your job was more important than my feelings," Victoria supplied.

Conrad turned to face her.

He sighed, pulling her into his arms.

"Victoria…" Conrad started, unable to finish his sentence.

"After Daniel was born, you completely pushed me away. Your main focus at the time was pleasing your father, and the initiative."

The gears in his head began turning.

"I never meant to push you away, I just wanted to provide for my family," Conrad apologized.

"So, that's what caused you turn to David Clarke."

Victoria nodded, tears beginning to form at the very mention of his name.

"He gave me everything, Conrad. He was there because you weren't."

Victoria's walls finally broke down. Tears freely began to flow, leaving her exposed.

Conrad kissed the top of her head, rocking her slowly.

It took a few minutes for her to regain her composure.

"I'm so sorry, Victoria, I never wanted to hurt you," he whispered into her hair.

She looked into his eyes, and could tell he was sincere.

They sat there, waiting. Waiting for the other to speak, to change everything.

Conrad leaned forward, lightly pressing his lips against hers.

Victoria's eyes grew wide.

Was he kissing her?

She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Victoria moaned softly, as he began kissing down her neckline.

"Conrad," she sighed, running her hands through his hair.

Conrad began running his hands over her body. Eager to rediscover everything that made her tick.

He grabbed her waist, as he sucked on the hollow of her throat.

Victoria began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, trying to distract herself.

She pushed him onto the bed, regaining control.

"We really shouldn't be doing this."

"Actually, I think this is just what we need," Conrad responded, smiling brightly.

RxR please!