A/N: I tried to fulfill the wish for some smut, so this chapter is rated M

Chapter Ten

Only the finishing touches were left to make her appearance perfect, but Diane took her time with them. She wanted to look especially pretty tonight, so she'd put even more effort into doing her hair and makeup than she usually would. Not that it was a special occasion, they weren't celebrating anything and all they planned was a quiet dinner in the hotel's restaurant. What made the night special was the way she prepared for it.

When she heard a silent knock on the door of their suite, she got confused for a second, but before she could decide what to do Will yelled that he'd get it, so she continued to apply the lipstick instead.

By the time she entered the room few minutes later a nicely set table was waiting for her, with covered plates and a bottle of white wine on it, obviously their dinner. But what held her attention a little longer was a single red rose in a vase.

"I thought we're eating out," she glanced at her husband with a smile, while he was busy looking her up and down in her sleeveless, knee length red dress.

"And I thought I don't want to share you with anyone tonight," he concluded and held her gaze for a few seconds.

It seemed like both of them had been working on making this night special and they managed to surprise each other mutually.

"It's far from me to complain," she gave in easily, not minding that she was overdressed for a dinner in their hotel room. She'd done it only for him anyhow.

"I'll make sure you'll have a great time," he promised as he approached a chair at the table and pulled it out for her to sit on.

"I have no doubt about that," she smiled as she occupied her seat and lifted one of the covers. "This smells delicious," she commented about the meat dish she found underneath.

"We have lamb chops, tenderloin filet and roasted turkey breast," he listed and she felt her stomach rumble straight away. They hadn't had a proper lunch today, so she probably would have been able to eat a whole turkey.

"I'm hungry," she declared, put the cover aside and reached for the serving spoon.

"Let me," he took the spoon away from her and placed the food onto her plate, then filled both their glasses.

"Aren't you the perfect gentleman tonight?" she challenged him with a smile.

"But only until we leave the table." His voice was more of a whisper, not that anyone could have heard it beside her.

"Good to know," she agreed, tilting her head slightly and reached for her wine. "And what exactly did you plan for afterwards?" she inquired in a low tone, articulating each word.

"Whatever you want," he lifted his glass, leaving the decision to her.

"I think we should try that hot tub," she suggested, hiding half of her face behind the glass before tasting the wine.

"You're reading my mind," he flashed her a content smile and drank from the golden liquid.

They spent their dinner talking about the food and the places it reminded them of from the past. They had twenty years of memories together, there was always something to reminisce about. Surprisingly no phone calls interrupted their pleasant evening. She had talked to Emma and Sarah earlier to make sure everything was okay at home, so they could enjoy their privacy afterwards.

Tonight they weren't parents of two teenage kids, she wasn't a candidate for Attorney General and he wasn't the managing partner of Chicago's top law firm. They were simply a husband and a wife, who had been married for eighteen years, but they were still very much in love with each other.

And she desired him just as much as she knew he desired her. The sexual tension had been in the air ever since they had changed into the obligatory robes of the spa. It had only developed during the couples' massage and the swim they'd had in the pool afterwards. But they hadn't acted on it, they had saved that for later, to be able to enjoy it to the fullest. And that moment almost arrived.

When their plates and the wine bottle were empty and the silence between two sentences got longer she thought it was time to skip to the second part of the evening. With a telling smile she reached for his hand over the table and as she stood up she pulled him with her.

"Thank you for the surprise dinner," she folded her arms around his neck to get closer, while his hands slipped on her waist.

"Thank you for being so beautiful."

His compliment was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. She slowly moved her lips to his, to taste them. Their lips probably tasted the same, but she still wanted his and he wanted hers. As the kiss deepened he pulled her even closer and his warm hands quickly found the bare skin on her back.

When they broke the kiss to get some air she pulled back and wanted to turn around to lead him to the bathroom, but he didn't let her get away. With her back towards him he folded his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I think a hot tub is waiting for us outside," she glanced at the balcony, but didn't move an inch. She enjoyed his closeness too much for that.

"It can wait a little longer," he whispered and planted a kiss right below her ear.

She didn't need more convincing, she gave in to his warm embrace fully and when the line of her dress blocked the trail of his kisses she let him open the zipper to continue his way down her back.

It was always satisfying to experience that she was still able turn him on like that. In moments like this she almost believed that it didn't matter how much time had passed and how much older she had gotten. He managed to make her feel desirable and young.

Once the gown was lying on the ground he unclasped her bra and started massaging her breasts, but the trail of kisses never stopped. She threw back her head with a moan, encouraging him to continue. But at a certain point the urge to kiss him completely took over her, so she turned around and united their lips in a hungry kiss, while she began to unbutton his shirt hurriedly. He helped her remove his shirt and pants and he guided them towards the master bed.

Every inch of her body was yearning for his touch and hungry kisses and he seemed very much aware of that. She'd noticed his looks during the massage earlier, he had wanted to be the one touching her then, now he was free to do so. His firm hands were running along her skin swiftly and she felt more and more aroused as he started kissing his way down her chest.

The hem of her panties put a stop to his journey and she wanted him to remove them so badly, but he continued on her thighs instead. When she couldn't reach him anymore, she ended up pulling her panties down, which caught his attention. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs slowly, while she almost touched herself in anticipation.

When he stripped himself naked in front of her, she knew that the wait was almost over. She was ready for him and he observed the reaction on her face from close when he moved inside her. They had been in sync for twenty years, they knew one another inside and out. Every inch of the other's body, each mole and scar was familiar. They recognized the other's needs without words, they'd learnt what the different tone of the other's moan meant. They knew exactly how to make each other happy. They got to the edge slowly, dragging out the pleasure until they both reached their climax at the same time.

Once her breathing got even again, she thanked him with a deep kiss before he rolled off her.

"So how does that hot tub sound now?" she turned to him, the smile still playing on her lips.

"Much better," he admitted with a grin and kept looking at her, mesmerizingly.

"What is it?" she asked after a few long seconds of silence.

"I love you," he spelled out the words she didn't hear that often from him anymore, which made the moment more special.

"I love you too," she repeated the words and their lips met in another kiss to seal them.