This story takes place after Todd has gone to Ireland and is presumed dead after taking a bullet meant for Patrick.
~*Marty's House*~
A little sigh fell from Marty's lips as she got comfortable against the muscled wall of Todd's chest. Lightly he stroked her hair as endless minutes passed. Daringly, Marty began placing tiny kisses over his neck. He sucked in his breath, feeling her warm lips against his sensitive flesh. As much as he wanted her, warning signals kept going off inside his head. What if he hurt her again? What if he disappointed her in some way? It wasn't that long ago he was near death. He wasn't even sure if all of his 'equipment' was in proper working order.
"Uhhh... Marty..." he spoke softly, feeling her tongue brushing lightly against his earlobe.
"Hmmmm?" she murmured in response.
"I dunno if I can..." he breathed although his defenses were gradually breaking down. He tangled his fingers in her hair, feeling her body pressed to his while her mouth teased across the flesh of his neck and his ear.
"Marty, I am not even sure if everything's still functioning," he warned her, but even as he said those words, he was swiftly becoming aroused.
"Really?" she said with a little giggle as she too became aware of his aroused state. To his surprise, she grasped him through his clothing, lightly squeezing his growing erection. "It certainly FEELS like everything is in working condition. But considering I am a doctor, I could give you a more thorough exam, just to be sure."
"Why don't you take off your clothes?" she suggested.
She climbed off of him, giving him a chance to get undressed. Todd forgot to breathe, seeing her lift her dress over her head. She wasn't wearing much underneath; just a thin, lacy bra and a pair of white silken panties. Todd's arousal grew at just the sight of her. "Ahhh hell," he gave in, standing up to tug off his clothes. He threw them aside, then lay back on the bed. In seconds, he had pulled Marty down on top of him. He almost lost it, considering that she was nearly naked, her body pressed tightly to his.
He ran gentle caresses up and down her back as he held her and gazed into her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked her once again.
She nodded, her eyes aglow with flaming desire. She didn't say anything as her lips lowered onto his. She kissed him with all her pent-up passion. Todd responded to her kiss, tangling his fingers into her long blond hair. He had forgotten how amazing their kisses could be. It had been far too long. As their tongues moved together sensuously, Marty pressed her lower body tightly against his. He was rock-hard and throbbing as she lightly rocked against his erection. Since her panties were made of a thin silken material, he could feel her wetness clinging to him through the fabric. The urge to touch her was driving him wild.
He let her take the lead though, doing nothing as of yet except tangling his fingers into her hair with one hand and caressing her back with the other. "Ohhh Marty, you feel so good against me," he groaned after she had broken away from the kiss. He wanted her so much he could barely think straight.
As he lay against the pillows, completely naked, she ran tiny kisses down his chest. Her lips were soft and silky against his skin. He closed his eyes, his breath coming out in harsh puffs. Marty didn't stop with her kinky kisses as she moved down his body, over his hardened stomach and across his belly button. "Ohhh God," he gasped out when he realized her goal was his throbbing erection.
Her lips felt so good against him that he nearly lost it right then and there. She brushed her tongue against his pulsating tip, taking his length into her mouth. All thoughts that his 'equipment' may possibly be broken had suddenly fled from his head. The pleasure was incredibly intense as he got lost in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth upon his throbbing flesh. "I can't take much more," he warned her in a voice hoarse with passion.
He pushed her back against the pillows as he suddenly became more aggressive. He wanted to taste her, too. He kissed her nipples through the fabric of her bra, lightly biting on the pink peaks. He made the fabric wet with his mouth as he sucked upon her nipples. "Todd!" she cried out as he eventually undid the clasp of her bra and tossed it aside, mouthing her breasts with a burning hunger.
He lightly bit her nipple, then slid his mouth down every inch of her creamy skin. When he got to her moist center, he spread her legs open and traced the edge of her panties with a fingertip. "So wet," he groaned as some of her moisture leaked out onto his exploring finger.
"Please Todd..." she begged him, fisting the sheets beneath her body as she arched her pelvis toward his touch.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he encouraged as he was tugging her panties down her legs.
"I want you to touch me."
He tossed the panties aside as he caught a glimpse of her pink feminine flesh. The urge to roll over on top of her and thrust into her quickly surged through him, yet Todd held himself in check. He wanted this time to be perfect for Marty, and before he was finished with her, he hoped to make her cum as many times as humanly possible. Gently he ran his fingertip along the edges of her pink seam, tracing the quivering flesh.
"Todd!" she gasped as her body cried out for more.
With a finger moist from her juices, he began to penetrate Marty's entrance. She cried out as Todd pushed his finger into her as deeply as it would go. "Ohhh my God, so tight..." he murmured, gently thrusting the finger back and forth inside of her.
It had been over four years since Marty's last sexual encounter, so Todd was incredibly gentle. His goal was to give her sweet ecstasy without a single moment of pain. "Please, Todd," she moaned, raising her hips to meet his sensuous probing.
"Cum for me, babe," he encouraged as he worked his finger deeper and faster.
Suddenly she did just that, cumming hard all over his thrusting digit. She screamed his name as her body convulsed and her inner muscles clenched down on his finger, capturing it. After her pleasure had subsided, he withdrew his finger as he gazed at her. She gave him a beautiful smile as she pulled him into her arms and gently kissed his lips.
"That was amazing," she whispered. "But I want more."
"More?" Todd responded.
"Yes, more..." she stated as she took his hardened shaft into her hand and aimed it toward her tight center.
Todd groaned as his tip was met with her warm, wet honey. "Please, Todd," she whimpered as she raised her hips, wanting him to enter her.
Todd rubbed the head of his shaft against her seam as her soft, trembling petals parted to his touch. Rocking forward slightly, Todd began to slide into her snug channel. He was in Heaven already, and he had just barely buried himself into her tight, slick depths. Not willing to wait a moment longer, Marty slid her hands around his body, grasping the globes of his ass so she could urge him into her fully. Todd let out a hiss as her action had caused his entire length to be encased within her warm, wet walls.
"Are you alright?" he whispered as he buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder as he fought the urge to thrust into her almost savagely. She felt absolutely amazing, and he couldn't get enough.
"Yes," she responded. "Please make love to me, Todd." As she said the words, she arched up toward his body, urging him to give her the pleasure she so desperately craved.
Todd couldn't hold back any longer. Marty locked her legs around him as he began to thrust. In and out, over and over, he slid himself into her tight, delicious core. "You feel so fuckin good," he groaned as his thrusts became deeper and stronger. She was so close to the edge as she clung to him. Todd felt her clenching up on him so tightly as she whimpered in her need for fulfillment.
"That's it, baby... Cum for me," Todd encouraged. He pulled out, rubbing himself against her sensitive clit.
"Please, Todd. I NEED you..." he heard her beg. Giving her exactly what she wanted, he thrust into her so deep and hard. A scream tore from her lips as she came in the same instant, flooding his cock with her slick juices.
"YESSS!" Todd groaned, feeling her clenching up so tightly on the steel of his shaft. Suddenly he couldn't hold himself back another minute. He thrust into her with all his strength as his own climax hit. He poured his hot seed into her, filling her to overflowing.
"Ohhh my God," she said in a whisper, just holding onto him as sudden aching sobs wracked her body.
Hearing her crying, Todd looked at her in horror. Had he hurt her? Had he done something wrong? Why was she crying?
Gently he brushed away her tears as he disengaged from her body and lay down next to her on the bed. "What is it, baby?" he whispered.
"I don't think I can do this, Todd," she spoke in a sad sob.
"Do what?" he responded, his whole body tense as he looked at her in alarm.
She pulled the sheet up over her nakedness as she continued to cry. Todd had no clue what had caused her sudden outburst. He only wanted to soothe her, but he had no idea how.
"Todd, I'm sorry... but I just can't be with you. Not now..." she said as she struggled to control her wrenching sobs.
"Marty, what are you saying?" Todd asked her as he stared at her in disbelief.
"I'm scared," she admitted. "We've been through so much... and I'm just not ready."
"Well, you were certainly READY a few minutes ago..." Todd said sarcastically, reaching for his clothes and angrily tugging him on. "Are you saying you are done with me, Marty?"
Todd was hurt, and his pain was coming out in the form of anger. He couldn't believe Marty was doing this to them, after all they had been through. She was dismissing him after they made love as though he meant nothing to her.
"No... I just need some time. Please give me some time to sort through my feelings."
"You had months of time while I was laid up in Ireland, fighting for my life. What we just shared should tell you that we belong together-."
"Don't push me, Todd," she spoke in a voice rising on the edge of hysteria.
"Fine then, I'll go," Todd grumbled as he zipped up his pants. "But you're making a BIG mistake..."
"I'm in love with you, Marty. And that's not going to end," he informed her.
She let out a deep, heavy sigh. "Then just give me some time. After I've thought things through, we will talk..."
"Sure, whatever. You know where to find me. I'll either be at Vicki's or The Sun," he said with a growl before he quickly left the room.
~*The Penthouse*~
Starr was doing just fine and didn't appear to be hurt in any way following her kidnapping. In fact, the doctor at the hospital had declared her in perfect health. Blair and Patrick had just put her down for a nap when there was a knock at the door. Patrick had been nibbling her ear and squeezing her breast when they were suddenly interrupted. "Patrick, I should get that," Blair said with a little giggle.
"Whoever it is, tell them we are about to have sex," Patrick stated.
Blair giggled again as she pulled away from her sexy boyfriend and went to answer the door. She pulled it open to get the shock of her life. Todd Manning, her supposedly dead husband was standing there at the door. "Todd?" she gasped as she felt suddenly faint.
"Blair, who's at the door?" Patrick called out.
"Hey, Blair, it's really me," Todd spoke. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Blair continued to stare at him in shock. It couldn't be true, could it? Todd was alive? Her husband was alive and well, but now she was with Patrick. It had taken her months to get over losing Todd and give herself to Patrick, but after all the pain and turmoil, Todd hadn't really been dead after all.
"Yes, come in..." Blair urged as she moved aside to let Todd enter.
"Todd, I just can't believe this. We thought you were dead. My heart broke because I thought I had lost you. And I went into premature labor with our little girl. I nearly lost her, too," Blair told him. "How- how did you survive?"
"The details aren't important, Blair. All that matters is that I am here... and I am alive. So, we have a daughter, huh?" Todd asked as he went over to the refreshment stand to pour himself a drink.
"Yes, she's the most beautiful and sweetest baby girl ever," Blair said of their daughter. "I just can't believe you're really alive. Just wait till you see her. Someone recently kidnapped her, but she's doing alright-."
"Really? What kind of mother are you, Blair; letting our daughter get kidnapped?"
"No, Todd. It wasn't like that. I was at Angel's Square with Patrick when-."
"Patrick?" Todd questioned as he sipped at his glass of strong alcohol.
As if on cue, Patrick came down the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants. To his surprise and shock, there stood the woman he loved talking with Todd Manning, the man whom had taken those bullets for him in Ireland- the man they had both presumed was dead. "What the hell is going on here?" Patrick demanded.
"Maybe I should ask you that..." spoke Todd as his eyes swept Patrick's half-naked body. He then settled his gaze upon his wife as he gave her a deep, penetrating stare.
"Have you been unfaithful to my memory, Blair?" he asked her. "And don't try to lie to me... because I am gonna know it if you lie."
"Ohhh God, Todd... I thought you were dead!" Blair cried out. "Patrick has been here for me."
"I bet he was," Todd quipped.
"When our baby was born, he held my hand. And when I wept for you, he was there, too," Blair went on to explain.
"And when you got horny, he was there between your legs..." Todd quickly added.
"Shut the fuck up!" Patrick growled. "Don't talk to Blair that way!"
"I can talk to MY wife any way I want to," Todd growled, glaring at Patrick. If looks could have killed, Patrick Thornhart would have been a dead man in that moment.
"I'm in love with Blair, and I won't have you bad-mouthing her," Patrick snapped.
"And are you in love with poetry-boy, too, Blair?" Todd questioned her.
"Yes!" Blair admitted as she pressed her palms against her cheeks to cool them. She was emotionally distraught considering her husband had just returned from the dead and had nearly discovered her in the arms of her lover.
"There ya go. You can have her then. I don't want her!" Todd told Patrick.
He then turned his dark glare onto Blair. "You and this big hairy ape deserve one another. I'm done with you," he snarled.
"Todd, please...!" Blair gasped as she tried to place her hand upon his arm.
"I want to see my daughter now," Todd insisted.
"She's sleeping. We just put her down for a nap," Blair responded.
"Well, then wake her up then. It's not every day that her father comes back from the dead," responded Todd.
"Why don't you just leave and come back another time?" Patrick said rudely.
"This is MY penthouse... Blair is MY wife... and that little girl upstairs is MY daughter. Keep your hairy little nose out of it, Thornhart!" Todd exclaimed.
"I've had about enough of you-," Patrick spouted off. Before he could finish his sentence, Todd had punched him squarely in the nose. Patrick groaned as blood poured from both of his nostrils.
"Todd!" Blair gasped, seeing the look of satisfaction on her husband's face. Things had gotten ugly very fast, and she was afraid to bring Starr downstairs with Todd's explosive temper.
"I'm going upstairs to see my little girl," Todd announced before swiftly heading up the staircase.
Once they were alone, Blair got a towel and pressed it against Patrick's bleeding nose. "I just can't believe it's true. Todd is alive," Blair muttered.
"Do you want to be with him, Blair?" Patrick asked her.
Blair just shook her head. Tears came to her eyes as Patrick drew her into his arms. He held her as she quietly cried. "Everything is going to be alright, Blair," he promised her.
In the nursery, Todd was gazing down at his sleeping baby daughter. "Hey, Shorty. It's Daddy. Although I just saw you earlier this morning, I've been missing you..." Todd spoke to his little girl.
"Your mother and I don't get along, but don't you worry; I'd never desert you. I'm going to see you every chance I get," Todd promised. "My life is crazy right now... and I don't know what the future is going to hold for me, but at least I'll always have you. I love you, my little Starr." He gave his daughter one last tender smile, then quietly left the nursery.
When he walked downstairs, he saw Blair and Patrick holding one another. "Good riddance," Todd said to his wife. "I'll have my lawyer contact yours concerning custody of Starr and our divorce proceedings."
"Todd, I won't let you take Starr from me," Blair warned.
"We'll share joint-custody then," Todd told her with a heavy sigh. "Our marriage may have been little more than a nightmare, but at least we made a beautiful and amazing baby girl together."
Blair nodded because it was true. Starr was her whole world, and she would try to do her best to get along with Todd for their daughter's sake, although it wouldn't be easy. Todd finished off the rest of his drink and quickly set his glass down upon the table.
"I'll go then and let you two get back to your romp," Todd said sarcastically as he shot another intense frown Patrick's way. He then turned on his heel, leaving the penthouse. After his departure, Blair nearly collapsed in Patrick's arms.
