Right so, we had like, 9 chapters of angst, but here's a happy one.

I defy anybody who dares say I haven't made it happy *glares*

This chapter sort of...focuses on their feelings and emotions ;D

MirrorSlash xxx

Forever and Always

The morning after...

There had been many morning afters. There had been mornings when they'd woken up after a huge fight, and lain in bed the next day and just cuddled or kissed, making up.

There'd been mornings after an argument where they hadn't kissed and made up, and on those morning, Christian would swing his legs out of his bed and walk over to the bathroom...and breakfast would pass in silence.

There had been those mornings where they'd simply laid, fingers intertwined, enjoying each other's company.

There had been mornings where his Tiger had not only just woken him up, but aroused him too, and it was usually on those days that Syed realised too late it was a Friday, blush and jump up from bed, determined to be on time for his jumaa prayers at the mosque.

But there had been no mornings like this one.

No mornings that had struck a complete and utter sense of relief in Christian, as this one had.

Christian leant on his elbow and watched Syed sleep, unable to help himself from smiling. After all the fights, all the tears and anger and hurt and rage and pain...

He was here. They'd done it. Syed was here...

Christian reached out and gently touched Syed's arm. It wasn't a dream. He was really here! Last night...

Last night had been amazing.

He was positively beaming now as he remembered the previous night. How good it had felt. How Syed, for the first time in a long time, hadn't recoiled from his touch, but simply begged for more. Christian's hand travelled upwards and raked through Syed's hair. It felt silky beneath his fingers.

He sighed loudly without meaning to.

This was bliss.

This was heaven.

Sye was heaven.

"Stop touching me up in my sleep," Syed mumbled almost incoherently and turned over to his other side. Christian couldn't help it now – he burst out laughing.

"And good morning to you too!" He remarked.

"Mmmm..." Syed mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Clarkey..."

"Yes, Sye?" Christian grinned, his eyes lighting up.

"Good morning. There, you happy?" Syed turned to face Christian, wrapping his arms around his bare waist and drawing him nearer.

Christian laughed back at him, then all of a sudden the laughter faded and he fixed Syed with a completely serious glance.

"I'm more than happy. I've got you."

Syed's eyes moistened.

"I'm sorry,"

Christian raised his eyebrows and brought his head back slightly in astonishment. "What for?"

"Putting you through all this. All the fights, I mean..."

Christian's hand reached and tucked a strand of hair behind Syed's ear, and then he leaned forward and hissed his forehead.

"I'm just glad you're back," Christian murmured.

Syed smiled momentarily, then spoke again; "What am I going to do with myself today, eh? I've got to go down to the police station and give them the evidence...then I've got to find myself another job..."

"Give it a rest? Just for today?" Christian shuffled closer and slid his arm around Syed's waist, and smiled as he saw his fiancé's eyes flutter and a look of contentment pass over his face.

"You're feeling a lazy day, aren't you?" Syed grinned.

"Well," Christian lowered his voice and raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Not so much lazy..."

Syed chuckled.

"I've missed you,"

"Nahh," Christian winked. "You've just missed the sex!"

"How could you say that?" Syed parted his mouth in shock and eyed Christian seriously. "Every day I..."

"I was joking!" Christian chuckled.

Syed glared at him. "But don't let me stop you," Christian continued. "Go on...tell me how it felt being away from the awesomeness that I am. How you thought about me every day and every night, the things you wanted to do to me..."

Syed licked his lips and his eyes wandered downwards to Christian's chest, which he pushed against gently.

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Why not?" Christian pretended to look genuinely nonplussed.

"Because I do enough of that, silly. Besides, I did want you," Syed admitted quietly. "Badly."

The laughter faded from Christian's eyes, until all that was left was the echo of a bad joke that lingered on his tongue but never left his mouth.

"You've got me," he whispered.

And then nothing in that moment mattered more than the two of them. Neither man took their eyes off the other; neither stopped holding each other, wrapped in an embrace, as if their lives depended on it.

Syed

He loves me, he loves me, and oh, how I love him. How could I have ever doubted that? After all we'd been through together...

But it doesn't matter. I'm with him now and I'm never going to let him go.

I love this man with every fibre of my being. Every part of me is yearning for him, and only him. My skin's on fire, burning from his touch. I'm shouting his name till my throat is raw with emotion. I just want to yell it to the world.

This man is mine, and I am his.

He's holding me. I've never felt so natural in his arms; he's holding me gently, loving me tenderly. His lips find mine and for a minute, maybe longer, I can't breathe. But I love it.

I love him.

His tongue glides over mine. He's warm and wet, and hot and sweet, and absolutely wonderful.

I can't think - I don't want to think. Every ounce of logic, every shred of sense has disappeared, evaporated in the heat of the moment.

Damn, I can't control myself.

I don't want to control myself.

We're going slowly and it's wonderful.

He's so beautiful. I swear there's nothing wrong with this man...any flaws, any imperfections...they're mine too, because I've chosen to be with him forever.

I love how he's looking at me now...looking into those eyes are like looking into my reflection in a water's edge. For a long time now, I couldn't make anything out...I could just see anger and hurt rippling off in waves.

For a long time, it was shattered, and I feared we'd never be able to replace it but now...

Now it's like I'm looking at myself – I can see my exhilaration shining through in those beautiful eyes. The triumph and elation as he makes love to me.

Because that's what it is.

He, my superman, is making love to me.

Christian

...We're making love. It's not anything wrong or disgusting. It's not being done in the panicked frenzy of last night, where all we'd wanted to do was strip down and go at it all night. Where our tongues fought in fierce competition, and our hands roamed all over, staking our claim.

No. Tonight there's passion, but it's slow, sensual. He's making it last. We're together in this, like we are in everything.

I love how he looks at me, and his eyes are filled to the brim with love that I wonder sometimes how he can contain it.

And I know, looking into them, that's it's always been there – this love. Even when he's angry with me, even through the past month where I couldn't touch him...it was always there, just beneath the surface. And now it's burst its way through and I let it's fullness wash over me. Uncontained, unlimited and uncontrolled.

And it's never felt so good.

I love hearing his ragged breath next to my head. I love it when his fingers reach up to play with my hair, when he strokes the rough jaw line, when he caresses each and every part of me, before pressing his fingers on the back of my neck, drawing me in closer. I love hearing the moans of pure ecstasy, and not being able to tell which one of us they're coming from.

His skin is hot on mine, but his tongue is cool and flickering and exploring and...oh, his hands join the search...It's like static...I can't think coherently, I'm too caught up in this moment...too busy submitting to Syed's will...he is the most important thing in my life, not just emotionally...but in the bedroom as well.

A sudden thought hits me; I want to impress him.

I, Christian Clarke, want to please him.

I don't have time to contemplate the irony. I've always known Syed was different...

I can hear his name; I can hear it above everything else; above my pounding heart and the blood rushing in my ears.

"Sye...Sye..."

I can hear the tone of desperation in my voice, but don't have the will to lower it. All I care about is him and being held in his arms.

Sweat lines his forehead, glistens on his body and sticks to me. In a moment, I am consumed by our heavy-headed fragrance, by our drenched bodies pressed together in a fervour that threatens to overtake my very being.

I never used to be so soppy, but I know now the difference between 'sex' and 'making love.' The first is just physical...the latter is emotional as well.

Before I know it, soft hands are brushing my face, my cheeks...

I'm crying.

"What's the matter?" Syed asks, worried.

.

I'm choking but I'm smiling through the tears. I take one of his hands and press it against my lips, mumbling, "Sometimes I just can't believe I have you."

At that, my gorgeous man smiles, strokes my face lovingly and says,

"You do Clarkey. Forever and always."

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ps. OHMYGOSH...Children in Need :) How cute and epic were they? Might just have to write a fanfic that includes Syed on the piano and Christian in eyeliner...

Ohmygosh YES

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