*Thanks so much to those of you who take the time to review, it's extremely appreciated. As per the poll on twitter, I'm trying to make this fic a little more serious in story-line as opposed to pure kinky trash. Having said that, this fic was intended to be just that so I'll try to maintain some of it's initial qualities. Enjoy this next chapter and please review :-) XX*
The next couple of days were fraught with tension, and not the usual sexually charged tension and spark that sizzled between them. This was a dark, cloudy fog that neither could feel lifting any time in the near future. Those closest to them were beginning to pick up on the hostility in their brief interactions both at work and outside of work too. It didn't help that Emma had been discharged and since she'd hit the twelve week mark the couple were gleefully announcing the news of their unborn child to everyone, much to Connie's dismay. Although she was angry and hurt at what had happened she couldn't help but feel a little relieved that they were having a breather from one another. Honestly, she wasn't surprised either. Not at her relief but more so the fact that Sam had run straight back to Emma at the discovery of her pregnancy, once again yet another man in her life had let her down. They say every girl should be able to depend on her Father but that was never the case for Connie. Or with any other man in her life so it would seem. With the exception of her dear Friend Elliot and maybe even Charlie, every man that had entered her life had caused her grief, suffering and ultimately the pain of a broken heart.
"Have you got everything?" Glancing across the passenger seat, she skimmed her eyes over Grace's over night bags. She was at Sam's for the weekend and the normal ritual would be to help her carry her bag to the door and see her inside but for the sake of her aching heart and partially her ego too, she was waving her off from the car.
"Yeah, thanks Mum." Closing the door with a smile, she gave her a sweet wave before letting herself inside. Sam had already beaten her to it, opening the door for her before she even got to the handle. She felt her eyes roll heavily when she saw him approaching her car. Tapping on the window he waited for her to wind it down. Part of her wanted to drive off without even looking at him but a part of her, the soft part, wanted to know what he had to say.
"Is this what it's going to be like from now on?" He was calm and collected, the polar opposite to how he'd behaved nights earlier when he caught her screwing her Romanian hunk.
"Like what?" She questioned icily. Not giving him the satisfaction of eye contact, she kept her gaze fixed ahead, her hands planted firmly on the wheel and ready to leave.
"This." He motioned the space between them. "The not talking thing, Connie. It's going to get really old, really quick. Grace has already been asking what's wrong with us."
"I don't have anything to say to you, nothing kind anyway." He rolled his eyes at her response, his fingers drumming on the roof of her car as he leant on it firmly.
"Fine. Suit yourself." Scoffing lightly, he pushed himself away from the car, shaking his head as he headed back inside. A small piece of him wanted to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness because he knew what he was doing was shitty and awful but the other part of him wanted to cut all ties with her so that he could be a father to this child properly, unlike he was able to do with Kieron and Grace. He couldn't do that if he was fucking around with Connie. But he also couldn't ignore the feeling in his heart for too long, it'd come flooding out sooner or later whether he liked it or not.
The rest of the day seemed to speed by as if someone had put it on fast forward, it was evening again in the flash of a moment both of their minds wandering wildly back to old times, some good, some bad and some so steamy they could each feel their breath quicken at the mere memory. As cliche as it sounds, they were almost on the same brain channel at the same time in their separate houses. Connie was lathered up in the tub, trying to make use of her alone time with a relaxing bubble bath accompanied by fine red wine and some deliciously scented candles. And across town, Sam was slumped in front of the TV, an action movie playing before him but he was so deep in thought he couldn't tell you what film it was or who starred in it. Grace and Emma had been in bed for over an hour now like he should have been but instead, he was years deep in a reminiscent evening dream. He couldn't help but close his eyes, allowing the memories to take over his mind and senses. A small smile etched on to his face as he pictured it clearly, almost feeling everything he'd felt that night.
Her hands were planted firmly on his bare chest, holding herself up as she rolled her hips sensually. She'd changed things up a fraction, having finally got him on to his back, their positions had switched giving them both a new form of pleasure. His hands wandered up her thighs, panting deeply before finally reaching her hips and gripping them firmly. His palms were hot on her skin, squeezing at her hungrily he managed to force a moan from her lips. Her breathing was almost as erratic as his, her movements becoming quicker as she began working towards her second climax of the night. The bedsheets were a tangled mess beneath them, the urgency to get down to the the act saw them stripping off as soon as they'd entered her house, picking up where they'd left off in the locker room that afternoon.
They'd began their evening of torrid sex roughly and urgently, their tongues wrestling as they tore off every item of clothing, desperate to explore one another's bodies for the first time. Leading the way, Connie walked backwards in the direction of her bedroom, her shirt and bra already littered on the landing at the top of the stairs. Both were fighting for air as they kissed passionately. He was moving quickly in the removal of her attire, leaving her with some catching up to do but she soon came level when his shirt hit the carpet by their feet. Next came the kicking off of their shoes before each started working on the lower halves. Breaking the kiss suddenly, Sam backed her up to the edge of the bed, pushing her down before pulling her skirt off as she roughly snatched his belt from it's loops and worked at his zipper ravenously. Finally it was skin on skin, no fabric between them. Scooting backwards into the centre of the bed, the kiss was reinitiated by both of them, allowing their tongues to fight one another for dominance. Pushing her back down again, he hovered over her breaking the kiss once more to take in her sexual beauty. The coolness of the sheets on her back as she lay down was slightly refreshing, the air around them was hot, dripping with want and desire. Reconnecting their tongues, she startled herself with the sound of her own moans into his mouth as he remained loitering above her. Slowly, he lowered himself down, teasing her as he went from resting on his hands either side of her ribcage to his elbows. With his torso coming into contact with hers he couldn't stifle his own gasp upon feeling her hardened nipples grazing at his chest. Her own hands had snaked down his sides, feeling up and down his skin, delicately raking her nails over him before coming to rest on his hips. Parting and raising her legs, she allowed her feet to plant themselves on the sheets too. Her movement was a discreet invitation for him to rest between her spread legs, one which he took gladly.
"Mmmmm." She hummed loudly into the lip-lock, her brows knitting together at the feeling of him entering her. Upon doing so, he concluded the kiss, letting a moan escape his own mouth as she bit at his bottom lip. She felt so good it took him a moment to get to it. Bucking his hips slowly at first, he revelled in her vocality. Her right leg coming up immediately, wrapping around his lower back, forcing him to go deeper.
"Oh god." He panted loudly at the sensation, unable to keep his mouth from her body he moved his lips to the left side of her neck, licking, sucking and nipping at her skin as he continued to roll his hips into her, the movement gaining speed as she hardened her grip on his sides, sliding her palms up a fraction before digging her nails into his back, the pleasure becoming too much.
"Yesssss." Hissing with gratification, her left leg raised to mirror her right, wrapping around his lower back too. "Harder." Her words were short, whispered and consumed with desire, driving him insane in conjunction with the tight grip her legs had on him. Leaning his body weight all on to the left elbow and forearm along side her torso, he freed up his right hand to grab at her hip forcefully before gliding his fingers up the back of her left thigh that was gripping at him tightly. Finally reaching the back of her knee he wrapped his hand around the lowest part of her femur, pushing it up assertively. Her flexibility shocked him slightly, her knee almost coming into contact with her left shoulder as he obeyed her wishes, both quickening his pace and thrusting harder. "Ah! Oh my god, yesss!" Clenching her jaw, she growled through gritted teeth as he sped up his movement, grunting with satisfaction before once again re-familiarising his tongue with the inside of her mouth, her nails piercing further into his flesh as her breath quickened, becoming erratic and stilted throughout the kiss. He couldn't suppress his own pleasure, feeling her nearing her orgasm beneath him he groaned loudly, their vocals harmonising on the thick, sex tainted air around them. Breaking away from their lip-lock he pulled away on purpose to control himself but also to witness her as she peaked in record breaking time, and my was it a sight. He could feel her trembling, the aftershocks of her climax still rippling through her. Her legs had loosened considerably around his lower back, his movements at a standstill whilst she rode out the wave of pure rapture. Her eyes had rolled back at the sensation, her brows furrowed deeply but now she looked placid, content but still laboured in her breathing. Opening her eyes slowly, there was a devilish look on her face and before he knew it she'd rolled them over without disconnecting him from her, her body still heaving for breath as she settled herself atop him. Her mouth gaped with lust, his expression matching hers as he allowed his eyes to roam over her body. The window behind him was the perfect frame for the moon, letting in enough light to marvel at her physique yet still dark enough to set such a mood. Slowly starting to rock on him, he could see every part of her body in the light of the moon, every reaction she experienced as a result of their sexual encounter could be witnessed from this new position. Needing some sort of leverage, she leant further over him, her hands moving to his chest as she rested herself on him, granting her more access to grind on him agonisingly slowly. The growl emitted from his throat drew a mewl from her too, her eyes low with undisguised ardour.
"Sam." His brow furrowed at the voice. "Sam." And again. "Sam!" Jolting violently from his slumber he blinked rapidly, attempting to establish his surroundings. The TV still on, the credits of the film rolling as Emma hovered over him. "Sam, you were asleep." She smiled at his confused face, although she wouldn't be smiling so sweetly had she known what was going on inside his head and what she'd so rudely interrupted. "It's almost midnight, when are you coming to bed?"
"Hm?" He sat up, rubbing at his eyes, praying to God that his genitals weren't giving away his raunchy thoughts. "Sorry, I must have dozed off." Stretching his arms up, he yawned loudly before getting to his feet, turning the television off as he did so. "What are you doing up? I thought you'd gone to bed."
"I had, I needed something for the heartburn."
"Why didn't you shout, I could have brought something up."
"I did." She stared at him, a small smile on her face. "After the third time shouting I gave up. I didn't wanna wake Grace either. You know, you're a real heavy sleeper, you better be sharing the load with night feeds and diaper changing when this little one comes." Rubbing her hand over her almost invisible bump he smiled down at her as they reached the stairs.
"Of course I will, but we're in England now." He smirked cockily. "We say nappies, not diapers." As soon as her back was to him again, making their way upstairs his smile faded and quickly. His mind was so heavy with thought, he couldn't focus on anything else anymore.
Over in her own sexual dwellings, Connie was just now climbing out of her large bathtub, the bubbles had all vanished and the water had become lukewarm signalling for her to get out. Wrapping her hair in a towel she shimmied into her satin dressing gown, applying moisturiser to her hands and arms as she paced her bedroom floor finally coming to a standstill at her gigantic window. Staring out into the night sky she sighed heavily at the thoughts racing through her mind. She'd tried her hardest to shake them from her brain, not wanting to want to relive them out of stubbornness and anger but at the same time she wanted to let the her recollection of that first night spent with him take over her. Before she could even allow the thoughts to cascade over her barely clothed body, her phone vibrated on the dresser, drawing an dissatisfied huff from her. Perhaps it was a sign? A divine intervention telling her to eliminate him from her mind completely and just get on with her life as he was with his, or so she thought.
But no. It was a one-lined text from Sam.
We need to talk. Properly.
As much as she wanted to flick one back telling him exactly where to shove it, she knew this all needed resolving, not only for their sakes but for Grace's and, as much as it pained her to admit, Emma's too. Growling under her breath she responded aloofly, telling him to see her in her office tomorrow. Throwing her phone on to her bed, she angrily ripped the towel from her head before she started towel drying her hair. Her rage peaking when her phone lit up yet again.
I'm outside.
Reading the two words in disbelief she moved back to the window and peered out on to the darkened street and there, surely enough parked beneath the orange glow of the street light, was Sam's car. What the hell gave him the right to show up unannounced like this? Licking her upper lip furiously, she tore her the blinds down before responding to him. Telling him plainly and simply, no. It was her office tomorrow or no talking at all. It was his choice. She knew if she let him in here it'd go one of two ways. Either an eruptive, explosive and fiery screaming match or an eruptive, explosive and fiery screwing session. Both of which she knew would be a bad idea right now. Heading back into her en-suite, she intended to proceed with her nightly routine but his loud, incessant knocking at the door halted her before she could even begin. An incredulous laugh escaped her mouth as she pulled the satin fabric tightly across herself as she marched down the stairs, wrenching the door open fiercely.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" She hissed maliciously but he merely ignored her anger and pushed the door further open as he brushed past her. "Oh, please, do come in." The sarcasm was clear in her tone, even through her fury. Slamming the door to deliberately highlight her vexation, she turned to follow him. He'd headed straight to her living room.
"I can't keep doing this."
"Well then stop." Crossing her arms to cover herself up somewhat, she stared at him emotionlessly. "I didn't ask you to come here, Sam. In fact, I've done all I can to avoid all of this but you-"
"I know!" He barked, cutting her off and ultimately receiving an angry exhale from her before he continued in a more controlled fashion. "I know, I just, I thought breaking things off between us cold turkey would make it easier." He collapsed into one of her armchairs, rubbing his hands roughly over his face and hair. "This is a mess."
"You've made your bed-"
"No, Connie!" He looked up immediately, not completely shocked by her cold reaction. "This is all alright for you, isn't it? You've been quenching your thirst for sex with me and now that I'm unavailable you've moved on to the next one! What, do you have them lined up or somthing-"
"You think this is easy for me? You don't think any of this has meant anything to me?" She noted his eyebrows twitch with confusion, her words stunning him slightly. It was unlike her to express such feelings to someone's face, other than anger and disappointment of course.
"Oh come off it, Connie." He quipped back. "Don't pretend you're invested in this, all along this has been nothing but sex for you. Im the one suffering at your hands, you've screwed me up in the head. Everything is a complete mess!" Becoming angry and quickly, he unknowingly invited her to do the same thing. It looked as though it was to be the screaming match option as opposed to the sex session this evening.
"Oh that's it, blame it all on me. That's right." She nodded, remaining on her feet to tower over him, applauding him slowly and sarcastically. "I held a gun to your head and forced you to act against your will! Is that what happened?" Jeering exorbitantly, she ceased her taunting claps. "Grow up, Sam! You know, I shouldn't even be angry, it's not as if I wasn't expecting this to happen! It's built into you-"
"Me?!" He questioned vehemently.
"Yes, you! Men! You're all the same! I don't know why I even bother to act surprised anymore!" Her anger was losing it's protective coating despite her loud yells, the hurt was starting to show through like the flesh of a man's skin beneath it's armour. "You know, you promise one thing and then do another. I can't, not now." Moving back towards the living room door she stood expectantly, silently asking him to leave. The look on her face was remarkably different to only moments ago, almost defeated but he wasn't finished. He came here to hash this out not squabble for a few minutes and leave even more angry than he'd arrived.
"That's rich coming from you of all people." He laughed emptily. "You go through men faster than you do underwear. You've slept with half of the hospital, we're all objects in your eyes! That's all I ever was to you, isn't it? An item? Someone to screw when you felt like you needed it?" His mocking tone was rubbing her the wrong way, not to mention the content of what he was saying.
"Oh, get a grip." She panted. "What, because you're engaged and you wear a suit every day now that eliminates your tainted past? You were the most philandering, self-centred male I'd ever met. Different girl every night wasn't it? A child at 17, not to mention the STD you spread around the staff on Darwin!" She snarled ferociously, giving back what he was dishing out as she ignored the animalistic look on his face. "You're a hypocrite, the only way you can big yourself up is by tearing somebody else down!"
"Just admit it, Connie." He scoffed. "You've been using me these last few months just like you use every other man in your life, only if it benefits you. Take Grace for instance, I was supposed to be out of the picture wasn't I? Only, you met your match with me." He laughed humourlessly. "Or should I say the match? How did you narrow it down? I've always been curious to know, what was going through your mind when you decided to target me as a sperm donor? Hm? Was it my looks? My brains? 'Cause God knows it wasn't my personality or track record as a Father-"
"It was an accident!" She bellowed out over his loud, hollered words throwing silence of the room like a blanket. They both stood staring at one another as Sam had now got to his feet as well, the pair of them almost breathless due to their extreme arguing.
"No." He shook his head finally speaking, an un-telling smile marking his mouth for less than a second. "Impossible, Connie Beauchamp doesn't make mistakes. Your own daughter was coldly calculated, just like everything else in your life." Although his sentence was spoken surely and with a firm confidence, the look on his face was plainly asking her if she was joking but she'd swiftly become subdued and was shying away from any further quarrelling. Avoiding his questioning gaze, she motioned to the door before folding her arms tightly over her herself once again, feeling rather exposed quite literally and metaphorically.
"Just go, please." Her quiet voice startled him, he was prepared for at least another fifteen minutes of back and forth screaming before they even got close to resolving any of this but she gave up so quickly and so easily.
"No." He quipped confidently. "I'm not going anywhere until we've sorted this out."
"There's nothing to sort out! You've said your piece, now go!" Her words were becoming emotional, signalling to him that they were getting somewhere. There was a stark silence as he thought carefully.
"You're right." He breathed, suddenly a lot calmer than before. That's where he'd been going wrong all of this time and it was only just registering with him now. All he'd done so far is talk at her, not with her. But not anymore. "Now it's your turn." Sitting back down slowly, he relaxed his face, almost resetting his temper in preparation for his next words. "Grace was planned, you told me so yourself. I was a sperm donor. Nothing more, nothing less. Those were the exact words you used at Tricia's funeral when you told me." He spoke confidently, sure of his statement but her next sentence was set to rock his understanding of the foundation of their whole relationship.
"You only know what I wanted you to know."