~ahem~ Smut? Sure why not? Typos probably abound but I'll get to those later. Fair warning. Smut. Not extremely graphic but graphic enough to get 'em there. Enjoy!
9
Glen was being awfully quiet.
Actually, maybe quiet was not the word. Morose. That was better. Vi had gotten up early as planned and he was already up, and dressed. Ready to go. She asked if he wanted breakfast before they headed out, and his only answer had been to shake his head.
He had not spoken a word to VI through the entire two hour drive. She asked if he wanted to stop for breakfast on the way and he'd shrugged. So he was giving off weird vibes that morning. Vi had woken up in a pretty good mood, considering how early it was and the errand she was running that day. Vi figured he was just worrying over what might happen once he saw the place where he'd spent his childhood.
The house was fairly easy to find. It was on a dead end lane that led through the woods. At about the hallways point the trees were cleared from the roadside and small houses began appearing. Vi slowed the SUV and looked for the correct house number. The houses were all set back from the road, and the one they were looking for was easy enough to spot. It was the only one so far that was overgrown, the gravel track choked with weeds.
Vi turned the SUV onto what was left of the driveway and went at a crawl toward the house they could both see at the end. Aside from the overgrown yard and the fence in the back that was falling down, the house itself just looked a little…dated. Not falling apart or derelict in any way. Even the windows were intact, something that was amazing to Vi. She had seen her share of abandoned buildings in her time and knew that the first thing to go was usually the windows. And usually it was because kids decided to lob rocks through the glass.
The house was all a single story, and smaller than Vi had thought it would be. Tiny in comparison to some of the places they had passed along this road.
Vi parked the SUV as close to the house as she dared. She rolled the windows down and cut the engine and just sat there, looking at the empty windows as if the house itself would speak.
And it was actually Glen who broke the silence.
"Hiding."
One word. That was all he said. But it sent a chill down Vi's back. She looked at him and saw he was studying the front of the house with an expression she could not quite define. Slowly he dragged his eyes from the windows and looked at Vi.
She reached over and covered his hand with hers. "You sure you want to do this?" He had been ready before but now he looked almost ill. All the color had gone out of his face, and he was breathing harder than sitting in the SUV merited.
Glen turned his hand over and gripped her fingers with his. "You'll stay with me?"
"Every step." Vi promised, squeezing his hand. He nodded grimly and let her go to slide out of his seat.
Glen rounded the front of the SUV and grabbed onto Vi's hand again before she could go more than a few steps. He shouldn't have worried. Vi was more focused on his reaction now than the house itself.
"What is it? Do you remember anything?"
Glen hesitated and shook his head. "I don't know." He looked at Vi again and she saw that odd mix of emotion again. A mix of fear and anger and such pain that it made her heart hurt to see it.
"We don't have to go in." She said softly, gripping his hand and laying her other hand against his forearm.
"But I do. I have to. I have to know." He'd lowered his voice to a near whisper.
"Then let's get this over with." She said, forcing herself to sound more sure than she felt.
Glen nodded and walked with her toward the small front porch. The door was, of course locked. Vi wondered out loud if they should try the back but Glen just pressed his lips together in a tight line and shook his head.
Still holding onto her hand, he stepped to the right. There was a porch light, an old iron relic that was hanging on my one rusted screw. Glen laid his free hand against the wall and slid it down a bit, to the right a bit further, and then hooked his fingers into a loose half brick. He pulled. The brick slid out and he let it drop to the ground to stick his fingers into the hole he'd made.
"What are you doing?" Vi asked, watching as he pulled his hand out. And caught between his fingers was a key. She looked from it to his eyes. He was looking at the key as if he'd picked up a poisonous spider. "How did you know that was there?"
"I don't know. I don't remember it really…but…I've been here before. Do you know what I mean?" He looked at her, his hazel eyes confused.
Vi didn't have a clue what he meant but she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Maybe it's like muscle memory. Sometimes even when your mind forgets how things go, you did it so often your body does it automatically."
Glen sighed and looked back to the key. He tried it on the door lock. With a little wiggling, it turned and the door opened. "The further we go, the more I think this is a bad idea." He said softly.
Vi was still looking at him. "It's just a house. An old empty house."
"It looks like an old empty house. But something's not right here." Glen said, dropping his voice even lower. "I can feel it. Like I have something heavy sitting on my chest."
"You don't have to go in there." Vi said, stepping sideways so she was closer to him. "We can go home and forget this and start building up new memories for you."
Glen was shaking his head. "I feel like I have to. I don't want to but I have to." He looked down at her and Vi sensed his helplessness. It was a bright, sunny, warm spring morning but she shivered.
"Then let's get it over with." She said resolutely, not liking that his odd bout of fear was starting to get to her. Vi did not wait for him to lead the way. She stepped resolutely across the threshold and he could either follow or let go of her hand.
Glen chose to follow her. And as soon as he stepped foot through the door he felt as if he'd be hit in the stomach. All the air went out of the room and he could not breathe. Vi looked at him, alarm written across her face.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
Glen could not put it into words. For just a second there he had seen…even as he tried to define it, it faded. Red. Maybe blood. And it had been everywhere. Now that Vi had spoken, and he'd blinked, it was just a room. The door opened onto the living room of the small house. It was dusty, and completely empty of furniture, but it had been cleaned, painted, and re-carpeted at some point in time.
He finally muttered a curse under his breath and shook his head. Whatever it was that had weighed on him was gone as suddenly as it had come on. It was just a room. An empty room. An archway to the left led to a kitchen that almost had enough room to turn around in. It was sort of anti-climactic, especially after his reaction to stepping into the place.
It wasn't until they had gone up a short hallway that Glen had another odd moment of unease. He tightened his grip on Vi's hand as if worried she was going to run off without him. The first door on the right led to a bathroom that was surprisingly big. It was the door on the left, across the hall that really set off that feeling of familiarity. Glen opened the door to another empty room. This one was a bedroom, small, just a simple square with a door in the corner that led to a closet.
He did not know how he could know. "This was my room." Glen spoke in a whisper. Up to that moment they had not spoken, and the house had been utterly silent.
Vi had glanced around, but spent most of the time focused on Glen's face, his expressions. For the most part he was conveying just regular old curiosity. But now, in this room, there was some sort of recognition on his features.
He led the way to the next room and stood there a moment, looking puzzled. As if he had been expecting something else. Maybe an epiphany that would shed light on everything else. When that did not happen, Glen and Vi went through the final doorway. It was yet another bedroom, about the same size as the first. The single window overlooked the overgrown back yard.
Glen stood there for what felt like an eternity. Vi waited him out, not rushing him. He finally sighed and visibly relaxed. His death grip on her hand eased up a bit too. "I thought maybe there was something…but it's gone now. Whatever it was I might have remembered." He said softly.
"That's all right." Vi mustered up a reassuring smile. "You ready to go out and get some air?"
Glen nodded and allowed himself to be led back through the house. And he did not pause to reconsider any of the rooms. What good would it do? Once outside he stopped on the porch and replaced the key and the brick after locking the door. He did not know why he bothered, but it felt like the right thing to do.
They walked toward the SUV and he opened the door for Vi, but kept a hold on her hand for a few minutes longer. "Vivian…thank you."
She gave him a puzzled smile and squeezed his hand again. "For what?"
"For bringing me here. For going through it with me." He shrugged and ducked his head. "For everything you've done for me since you found me." He added, threading his fingers between hers.
"Glen…"
"I don't know if I'll ever figure out what's locked away up here…" He tapped a finger from his free hand against his temple. "I don't know if I want to figure it out."
"You don't have to. It doesn't matter." Vi had turned to look up at him. "Maybe it doesn't have to be such a bad thing…that you don't remember. You've got the chance to start over again from square one."
Glen reached out with his free hand and cupped her cheek against his palm. "What if…what if I was a bad person? What if I hurt somebody or…"
"That's a lot of 'what if'." Vi said with a slight smile, feeling a shiver go down her spine as his fingers brushed her hair back behind her ear. "Even if you were, what does that matter now? You're not a bad person now. Do you feel like you're missing something because you don't know?"
"Sometimes." He admitted, tracing the outer curve of her ear with a fingertip. "Mostly I'm just glad you found me. And that you took me in and gave me what passes for a life."
Vi snickered at that, making him smile. "I'll assume you meant that as a compliment."
"I did." He still wore that troubled smile. "Vivian…" Glen seemed unable to speak after her name. Instead he dipped his head and caught her lips with his.
Vi was a lot quicker responding this time. Glen felt her fingers tighten on his, felt her sway forward until she was pressed close up against his body. Her lips parted and the first moist touch of her tongue on his caused a pleasurable shudder to work its way down his body. He slid his hand around to cup the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her silky long hair.
Vi moaned softly into his mouth, unable to help it. It felt so good to be held, to be kissed, to be wanted. She reached up with her free hand to stroke her fingers along his cheek and down his jaw. Glen was still holding onto her other hand. He moved it so they were holding hands behind her back. When he tightened his grip, it caused her back to arch and her hips to press closer to his.
Glen finally had to break their kiss so he could catch his breath. He dipped his head lower to kiss and suck on her neck, willing the urge to grind himself against her down to a controllable level. He let go of her hand and moaned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close.
All he could think was that he wanted to touch her. He pulled at the back of her shirt and slid a hand up her back, feeling her shiver at the light touch of his fingers on her bare skin. He let his hand drift, tracing circles across her back. She was pressed maddeningly against him, her breasts against his chest, one of his thighs between hers, and he was not quite sure of exactly how they ended up that way.
Glen lifted his head from her neck and caught her lips again, delving his tongue into her mouth as his hand gave up feeling the smooth skin of her back. He slipped his fingers around her side, and upward, until he cupped her full breast against his palm. Even through the soft lace of the bra she wore, he could feel the hard outline of her nipple pressing into his hand. It made him whimper low in his throat as he once again broke their kiss to lick and nibble his way down her neck.
Vi moaned softly as his fingers caught her nipple, feeling her whole body break out in goose bumps at the sensation. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he squeezed her and rubbed her, while his mouth did distracting things to her neck and ear. Every time she moaned near his ear, Glen's fingers against her breast would tighten, or he would pinch her nipple a little harder, and answer her with soft sounds of his own.
Vi let her head fall back against the side of her SUV, feeling dizzy at the sensations that went through her body. She stroked Glen hair and sighed into his ear as he found a sensitive spot right where her shoulder met her neck. Vi was prepared to lose herself completely, maybe to pull him into the backseat and…
A movement from one of the living room windows in the house caused her to jump and suck in a breath.
"Glen…" She sounded hoarse and breathless. The thing in the window moved again and Vi could see it was a person. Someone was in the house – and someone was watching them. "Glen…please…" She pushed at his shoulders and he reluctantly stopped sucking on her neck.
"I don't wanna stop…" He muttered against her neck. Vi laughed breathlessly, but there must have been another note there besides just lust because Glen pulled back to look into her eyes. He saw the way she stared at the house and turned his head. "What is it?" He asked, letting her go, turning so that he was facing the house, putting himself fully between Vi and the building. Vi peered around him. The figure in the window – if it had ever been there – was gone.
He turned back to face her, still breathing a little raggedly. Vi was looking up at him, her light eyes troubled. "Nothing. I guess. Just…I thought I saw something."
Glen reached for her hand again. Vi wrapped her fingers around his and smiled, although he could tell it took an effort. "I'm not going to apologize for…"
"Don't. You don't have to." Vi assured him, leaning close to him again. "I didn't want to stop either." She whispered it out, like she was telling him a secret. It caused a smile to cross his lips.
"Vivian…" He hesitated a moment before continuing. And he surprised himself by saying the same thing he'd said the night before. "I want to do this. With you. You don't know how much I wanna do this with you." He smiled at her soft laugh. "But not here. I wanna do this right." At least when he said it to her, he meant it.
Vi nodded against his chest. She was glad he was now blocking her view of the house, but it did not stop her from feeling as if they were being watched still.
"I don't even know if I've ever done this before." He said, sounding both amused and annoyed. Vi laughed and it seemed to break the tension between them.
"You ready to go home?" She asked, pulling back to look up into his eyes.
"Yeah. Home would be nice." Before she could slide in behind the wheel, he kissed her again. Just a quick press of his lips to hers. Glen pulled back before he got swept up and forgot himself again. Vi reached up to stroke his cheek before getting into the vehicle.
Glen cast a last glance back at the house before going to the passenger side and getting into his seat. He wasn't quite sure what exactly he had hoped to achieve by coming here, but he was not going to complain about the outcome. Especially when they had reached the main road and Vi reached over to take his hand again.
Vi insisted they stop for lunch, because neither of them had eaten breakfast. They found a small diner on the way and stopped in for some food. They spent an hour, talking quietly about the house they'd just seen, the area it was in, the odd upkeep of the place…anything but what had happened once they'd gone back outside. Vi was still processing it and Glen figured it was best to not dwell on it in a public place unless he wanted to embarrass himself. It was hard though, because he could still feel her pressed close to him, and could still feel the weight of her breast in his hand and the puff of her breath across his ear as she moaned.
Of course reliving that was dwelling on it. He forced his mind to focus on his food and soon enough they were back in the SUV for the drive home.
Glen was quiet again, looking thoughtfully out the window and holding Vi's hand across the center console. She glanced at him on occasion, wondering if she'd finally lost her mind. He was still a virtual stranger, and probably always would be, but it did not change that fact that if not for the odd thing she'd seen at the house, she might have – no, scratch that – she would have definitely let him do whatever it was he wanted to do to her. With her. On her, over her, and under her for that matter, right there in the SUV, or the overgrown yard.
She could not decide if that thought amused her or annoyed her. She did contemplate for a moment that Mark's son had been right. Link would not be coming home. And maybe it was time she moved on. Or at least try to.
They reached the house a bit after noon. The trip had been quicker than Vi had expected, but that was only because nothing had truly sparked a memory or even a need to learn more from Glen. That was all right though, because what she had told him was true. He had a chance to start again, to build new memories.
They entered the house and Vi looked around for a moment before taking Glen's hand again. He seemed surprised at that, but smiled as she led him toward the stairs. Before they could climb, she turned and put her hand against his chest.
"I want to be with you."
Glen seemed even more surprised by that. Maybe he had figured she would back off, considering they were back in her house, the home she'd shared with her family…
But Vi had been thinking of that too.
"I can't…in my bed. Because that wouldn't feel right." She admitted, glancing at the stairs.
"Vivian, you don't have to…"
Vi didn't let him finish. "In your bed would be all right. Because it's yours. Do you get what I mean?"
"Yes. But…" Glen hesitated. "Vivian, are you sure?"
Instead of answering she moved back and went up a step. Then two. When Glen followed she turned and climbed the rest, still holding onto his hand. She did not even spare her own room a glance as she turned toward his.
Glen had barely stepped inside when Vi was pressing up against him again, wrapping her arms around his waist. Of course he wasn't going to complain either, especially when he felt her run her hands up under his shirt. Much like he had done earlier, she stroked his back and tilted her head back so he could kiss her. He did, deeply, moaning at the touch of her tongue against his.
Vi felt him shaking as he wrapped his arms around her and broke their kiss to lean back and reach up, cupping his face in her hands. She looked into his hazel eyes, so close to him now that she could see the blue undertones. "What's wrong?" She asked, keeping her voice low.
Glen shook his head and his lips curved in a slight smile. "Just nerves, I guess."
"You don't have to be nervous." Vi pulled him closer and brushed her mouth over his.
"I just don't want to disappoint you." He said softly.
"Because you can't remember?"
Glen nodded and let his forehead rest against hers.
Vi stroked his face with her fingers. "It may not surprise you at all to know that I haven't been with anybody since Link passed."
She felt him raise his eyebrows at that.
"Which means I am just as nervous as you are." Vi went on, still letting her fingers trail over his skin. "But I want this. I want you." She punctuated that with another light kiss on his mouth.
Glen thought she could not have said anything better than that. He didn't understand why he felt so suddenly shy or nervous. He'd wanted this to happen, and now it was.
He kissed her this time, lightly touching his lips to hers. He raised his hands and cupped her face, much the same way she was cupping his, and angled his mouth over hers. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, and his tongue slid along hers to delve into the depths of her mouth.
Vi let her hands slide down his neck, his chest, and his stomach, until her fingers brushed waistband of his jeans. She hooked her fingers into his belt and pulled, walking backward at the same time. The bed hit the back of her thighs and she pulled Glen down with her. For a moment she couldn't catch her breath as Glen's full weight came down on her, but he shifted and braced himself on his elbows.
"You all right?" He asked, his voice hoarse. And deeper than normal. It sent a shiver down her back, and in a very good way.
"I'll be better in a minute, I think." Vi smirked and grabbed a double handful of his shirt. She pulled, and he lifted his arms long enough to get rid of it. He made short work of getting rid of her shirt along with his. She found his belt again and her fingers worked the buckle. "I'm not trying to rush you or anything but less clothes would be great right about now." She pointed out when he did not shift to make the job easier.
Glen chuckled and pushed away, shedding his jeans and the short under them, and kicking off his boots as he skimmed the jeans down his legs. Vi did the same on the bed, twisting and arching her back to get her jeans off, until she was as naked as he was. He stood there for a moment, looking at her from head to toe, noting that the reality was better than the fantasy he'd had in his head. She was all smooth tanned skin and soft curves.
Vi got her elbows under her and sat propped up, studying him in return. She'd already seen him naked of course, but she'd been more worried about the cold and snow than admiring his well built body. She hated that her mind immediately compared him to Link, but of course her husband had been the last man she'd been with. It might even be normal to do that. But they were different in so many ways it did not seem a fair comparison.
She pushed herself up and took his wrist, pulling Glen down onto the bed. On top of her again. This time though he was ready and watched the landing. Vi wrapped her arms around him and sighed out a soft moan as he slid against her, bare skin against bare skin.
Glen groaned and nuzzled her neck. "You feel so good…" He muttered next to her ear, making her smile.
"Do I?" She grabbed his hand and guided it to her breast. "How about now?"
He didn't answer. Instead he squeezed her gently, catching her nipple between his fingers. Glen ducked his head and flicked his tongue lightly across her nipple, drawing a louder moan from her. He caught the tight little bud between his lips and sucked, getting rewarded by the feel of her hips grinding upward against him at the sensations. He kissed a wet trail between her breasts and repeated the process on the other side, going back and forth as his hands massaged her.
Eventually, spurred by Vi's whimpers and moans, Glen kissed his way down her stomach. He chuckled thickly when she jerked and tried to speed him past her ribs and sides. Apparently she was a little ticklish. By the time he got to her lower stomach though, and dipped his tongue into her naval, she'd given up on trying to get away and had her hands tangled into his long hair.
Glen trailed his fingers down her legs as his mouth continued tasting her warm skin with his lips. Vi let go of his hair and once more propped herself on her elbows to watch as he kissed his way down the flat plane of her lower belly. His fingers slid up her thighs, stopping just inches from touching her center.
"Glen?"
"Hmm?" He was nipping at the skin over her hipbone, making Vi jump.
"Sometime today…would be…nice." Every time Vi tried to talk, he found a new place to flick that tongue across and it was all she could do not to moan.
He looked up at her, slight smile curling the corners of his lips. But Glen let his hands slide up those last few inches. He parted her folds and Vi gasped out a breath as he found the hard nub of her clit with his finger and stroked his fingertip against it. Her hips came up again and she pressed herself firmly up into his hand.
Glen closed his eyes and focused on stroking her, driving her closer to the edge with even the lightest touch of his fingers. He slid down a little further, hesitated, then slid back off the bed, pulling her with him so that her legs were dangling over the side. He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, stopped for a moment to squeeze her rear, and kissed his way up her inner thigh. Vi tensed herself for the touch of his tongue but still could not hold in the moan of pleasure that came from low in her throat. She let her head fall back, feeling his tongue and mouth and teeth play against her clit, her skin slippery now. He hooked his hands around her hips and forced Vi to hold still while he toyed with her clit, once more driving her right to the edge.
Instead of letting her finish though, Glen would pull back and nuzzle her thigh, or drop hot wet kisses along her lower stomach. Vi groaned in frustration each time it happened. After the third time, she finally reached for him got a handful of hair. She yanked it playfully, and he looked up at her it that lazy, self-satisfied smile once more on his face.
"Are you trying to torture me?" Vi asked, pulling on his hair and forcing him to crawl up her body. She slid backward at the same time, so that she was on the bed again.
"Is it working?" He asked, and the look in his eyes said he knew full well it was. He was poised over her, one of her legs caught between his. Vi reached down and stroked him with just the tips of her fingers and Glen jerked away. "Don't do that…" He said on a hiss of breath. "I wanna be inside you." His eyes focused on hers. "And if you touch me too much, I might not make it that far." He finally said.
Vi laughed breathlessly and pressed her hips upward. He hissed in another breath and closed his eyes at the contact. His erect cock was against her thigh and she bit her lip as he rubbed it against her leg. "I want you inside me." Vi finally spoke, careful not to move. It was easy to see how very close he was…the way his hips jerked instinctively, the sheen of sweat that had appeared on his brow. He was grinding his teeth too, trying to regain control of himself.
Vi reached up and cupped his face in her hands once more, pulling him down. She looked into his eyes for a long moment before catching his lips with hers. He shifted, his knees between her thighs now, bracing himself on his hands again. She broke the kiss and slid her hands down his chest, around his sides, stroking him lightly with her fingernails.
Glen reached between them and guided his cock to her opening, closing his eyes at the feel of her against his throbbing flesh. This was what happened, he thought, when you spent a couple of weeks fantasizing non-stop and finally get a taste of the reality. He felt like he'd go off like a rocket before he did more than touch the head of his cock to her.
He found her entrance and Vi wrapped her arms around his shoulders, moaning as he filled her inch by slow inch. As she'd pointed out, it had been a very long time for her, and he was a very big man. She felt stretched nearly to the point of pain, and gave a breathless groan when he finally filled her completely, hips pressing tight against her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, making him wince.
"Am I hurting you?" Glen asked, keeping his voice soft. The way Vi held herself and the noise she made kept him from moving, putting the brakes on his sex drive much better than he could through sheer will alone.
"No…" She breathed out the word and rubbed his shoulders where her nails had bitten in. "Just...be careful. You aren't exactly small."
He snorted at that and experimentally pulled his hips back. Just a little. Enough to feel the ripple of her interior muscles against his shaft. He pressed inward and Vi moaned, setting off a warm shiver of pleasure down his back. He did it again, fighting the urge to up the pace, letting Vi get used to the feel of him.
It did not take too long though. Vi's hips finally moved, up from the bed, trying to keep him deep inside her when he pulled back. Glen let her dictate the speed of his thrusting by following her lead. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he felt her nails bite his back again, this time as far from fighting off pain as she could be. He hardly noticed, so intent was he on the friction between them.
He felt her push at his shoulders, and rolled easily enough, taking her with him. Vi ended up on top of him, really in control of things now. She sat up and rotated her hips slowly, closing her eyes at the noises he made. She grabbed one of his hands and guided it toward the place where their bodies met. He did not need any encouragement to begin rubbing her clit in circles as she slowly eased him in and out of her body.
Eventually Vi began moving faster, her breath coming in harsh gasps as his fingers and the feel of him inside her brought her over the edge of her climax. Glen stopped stroking her clit and focused on the way her body gripped him, the wave of muscle movement playing against his shaft, drawing a hoarse groan from deep in his throat as he climaxed at the apex of hers.
Vi braced her hands against his chest and held herself still as the aftershocks sent shivers down her back. Moments later, Glen was pulling her down onto his chest and holding her close, stroking her back with his hand. He felt protective of her, more than he had been before. He figured it was part of the experience, the odd tenderness that settled into him as she got her breathing back under control and dropped a tired, contented kiss on his chest.
