Finally...I have a new chapter loaded. :) I had meant for this to be posted last week, but I was not happy with the finished product. I have re-written this chapter several times, but I'm not sure I'm still completely happy with it. It is not as long as I would like it to be, but hopefully I can load some longer chapters in the future. I'll let you guys be the judge though. I have started the next chapter...can't guarantee that it will be up by this weekend, but I'm hoping it will be.
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They made their way up the stairs and to the bedroom…the bedroom they once shared as a married couple. Their hands remained linked the whole time, both feeling that if they let go, the spell would be broken. Once inside, Brock reluctantly let go of Reba's hand and walked over to the bed. Running his fingers across the top of the comforter, images flashed in his head of some of the good times that they had shared. Even with a different coat of paint, maybe a few pieces of new furniture, it couldn't take away that this used to be theirs. A clicking noise brought him out of his thoughts and he realized that Reba had locked the bedroom door, momentarily forgetting that Van and Cheyenne were in the house as well. He watched as Reba remained standing at the door, with his back still to him. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body to him. Feeling her tense in his arms, he immediately pulled back and turned her to look at him.
"Sorry, guess I'm a little nervous." Blushing at her statement and a bit embarrassed, Reba turned away.
Brock gently grasped her chin and turned her to face back to him. Putting his hands on either side of her face, he brought his lips to hers…kissing her softly at first, deepening it when he heard her moan. He felt her relax, but it wasn't enough. Slowly he moved away from her lips and to her jaw line, placing soft kisses along the way until he reached her ear. "Relax Reba, there isn't anything to be nervous about."
Shuddering at the feel of his breath on her ear, she swallowed hard. "Its just been awhile…I don't…" She didn't get a chance to continue as she felt Brock's lips on hers again.
Pulling away, Brock gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. "You know, its just like riding a bike…one never forgets." He got the response he wanted when Reba burst out laughing. Resting his forehead against hers, he gave a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. "Seriously though…you're still beautiful, always have been."
Reba couldn't say anything…it had been a long time since she had heard those words from Brock. She wished this whole situation was different, but right here…right now, it was just the two of them. She took her hand and moved it through his hair, "make love to me Brock."
Slowly Brock moved her to the bed and slowly clothes were discarded. As she lay back, Reba relished the feeling of his hands on her skin…skin that hadn't been touched in quite awhile. Her hands explored his body as well and the feel of his skin against her own sent her heart racing. The rest seemed to be a blur that only she remembered much later as Brock held her in his arms. She listened to his steady breathing her head rested on his shoulder and her arm was draped over him. He had fallen asleep some time ago, but she couldn't bring herself to follow him into dreamland. She was afraid that if she did sleep, when she woke up this would all have been a dream.
Letting out a deep sigh, Reba hated that her thoughts had put a damper on what had been a perfect night. The declarations of love from Brock and the passionate lovemaking had truly shown her how much she missed him. As much as she tried to move on, dating occasionally, no one could take his place. And she couldn't put all the blame on him for their marriage falling apart; she knew some of the responsibility rested squarely on her. Now, where did they go from here? She knew that sleeping with her "married" ex-husband was wrong on so many levels. What she didn't know was what Brock wanted from all of this? He had professed his love, claimed he had made a mistake…did that mean he would leave Barbra Jean and come back to her?
Lifting her head off Brock's shoulder, Reba looked up at his face. He looked peaceful, relaxed…better than he had in months. Moving up a little, but not enough to wake him, she placed a light kiss on his cheek. "I haven't told you yet, but I still love you Brock. Please…please don't hurt me again." Placing another kiss to his cheek she slowly moved back to rest her head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, she gave up the fight to stay awake and finally let herself fall asleep.
