Note: So, I've been having a lot of inspiration the last couple of days, which resulted in two chapters. One is the previous chapter, the other is this one. I hope you all like it, and it'll make up a little bit of the hard time waiting for these two chapters. I really, really hope you'll enjoy this one as well and as always, let me know what you think of it to let me improve my writing! x.

7 – The very wrong thing to do

Reba softly moaned when she felt Brock's lips on that special place in her neck. He was still able to find that place, and when he kissed it, it made her feel incredible. His hands were still moving up and down her body and the kisses they shared where more passionate each time. Reba knew that if she wouldn't stop know, there would be a chance there would happen something more than sharing the kisses. But Brock's touch and kiss made her feel special and loved, and she quickly forgot all the other thoughts that were spinning around in her head.

Meanwhile, Brock enjoyed their kisses just as much as she did. Her lips were so soft and tasted so good. He could hear and he could feel she was enjoying this just as much as he did. He wasn't thinking about his wife at all; all he thought about was the beautiful redhead, sitting next to him with her arms around him and her lips on his.

Reba slowly fell backwards on her bed, and landed on her soft pillow with Brock on top of her. Their eyes locked and Reba felt his hands moving to her blouse, to unbutton it. She didn't stop it. When her blouse was open, Brock stared at her breasts, that were covered in a silky, black bra and moved his eyes down to her belly. She was still as pretty as she used to be. "You're gorgeous." He kissed her belly and moved up. When he moved his lips between her breasts, Reba realised he knew just what to do to turn her on. He still knew it, after all those years. Though she had to admit that he used to do it without her wearing a bra... He moved his lips back to hers, and their kisses were intens and both Reba and Brock felt amazing. They were caught in the moment untill both heard the door bang and a voice yell: "Reba?! Brock?!". Both recognized the voice and whispererd at the same time: "Barbara Jean..". Immidiately, Reba pushed Brock off of her and she tried to button up her blouse again as fast as possible Brock wasn't sure what to do, and Reba could tell he wasn't. "Go downstairs, you mo-ron!". Brock quickly got off the bed and tried to fix his hair a little bit when he walked downstairs.

Reba was left behind, and she walked over to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and saw her eyes were still red of the crying and her hair was a complete mess. She tried to think sensible of what had just happen. She had told Brock she still loved him. He had told her he still loved her. They had kissed. There happend a tiny little bit more than sharing a few kisses. It had felt good. It had felt as if they'd never been apart and as if it was just yesterday when they'd done that for the last time. And then they had heard Barbara Jean's voice. Reba realised she now was something she hated to be. A person who she'd hated years ago for what that person had done to her. She was now the other woman. She was cheating, on the woman who her ex-husband had cheated on her with a couple of years ago. She was cheating on her best friend. She felt her eyes getting wet again, and while she realised she'd been crying more today than she'd had in an entire year, the tears were streaming down her face again.

Downstairs, Brock tried to act as normal as possible towards his wife, who was extremely happy to see him. "Honey! I've been missing you so much! How are you, how are the stones?" Barbara Jean kissed him and hugged him tightly and Brock smiled a little uncomfortable and said: "I'm great honey, I'm feeling a lot better." Brock felt extremely uncomfortable standing next to Barbara Jean, not having the time to put everything what just happend with Reba in line in his head, and turned to his son immidiately. "Hey bud, how are you?" Henry gave his father a big hug and than runned to the couch to play with a toy he'd been holding the entire time. Barbara Jean smiled while watching her son and said: "He's addicted to that toy ever since I bought it at the beginning of our trip. Brock just nodded and Barbara Jean could tell there was something wrong with him. She blamed it on his stones though and decided to ask him some other questions: "Where's Reba? You haven't killed her, have you?" Brock immidiately shoock his head. "Of course not, she's upstairs... We... We... We were doing.. Something on the computer." Barbara Jean nodded and said: "Well, I'll go see her." Brock immidiately threw himself in front of the stairs without an excuse. "Brock, honey... What are you doing?" "Relax, sweetheart. You go and get yourself a nice cup of tea, then I'll go see what's taking her so long, okay?" Barbara Jean smiled at her husband; how she loved him and nodded. "Okay, I will. But don't stay away too long, okay?" Brock nodded and quickly went upstairs. He saw Reba was in de bathroom and knocked on the door. "Reba... Barbara Jean's asking for you all the time. She really wants to see you." Reba unlocked the door and Brock saw she had been crying. She had tried to cover up everything with make-up, but he could see she'd been anyway. "Brock... You can't expect me to go and play happy with her.. We've done something wrong. Or at least, it ís wrong. It felt good, being with you again, but..." Reba's head was filled with emoitions. Brock put a hand on her shoulder, what almost made Reba tremble and said: "Reba...We have to talk about what happend. And we will. But we can't do it right now, not with BJ downstairs. We'll do it very, very soon, I promise. But she really wants to see you now Reba..." Reba nodded. She had to see Barbara Jean sometime anyway, and it was pretty normal that you wanted to see your best friend after you'd come back from a trip. But it was so hard voor Reba to face Barbara Jean right now. She had to anyway. "Give me a few seconds, okay? Tell her I'll be there in a minute." Brock nodded, and the two of them exchanged looks once more before Brock went down again.

That evening, Reba was exhausted when she went to bed and lay her head on her pillow. Wit her head on the pillow where she'd laid a couple of hours ago with Brock on top of her... The kids were home again, Brock was gone again... It'd been hard for her to act as normal as possible towards Barbara Jean. Barbara Jean immidiately noticed she had red eyes when Reba'd come downstairs that afternoon, but Reba'd waved it away with "It's just a cold.". But Brock had known it was because of her crying. They had decided to talk over some coffee the next day, when Van and Barbara Jean would be at work, the kids at school and Cheyenne out with Elizabeth. She wasn't sure what to expect. She was in love. All over again, as if she was a teenager again. It felt so good, being with Brock. But at the same time, it felt extremely wrong. The kisses she'd shared with Brock –the kisses that felt so familiair and loving,-, the touches they'd been sharing together that morning, everything they'd been sharing that morning, was cutting through her heart as a knife. And it hurted so bad.

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