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# 115 'For better or worse'

Arms grasp Rachel from behind, gripping her waist and she squeals as they swing her high and around. Laughing, she leans into his embrace and accepts his tender kiss, his warm mouth pressing softly against hers.

"My wife" he murmurs against her lips. Smiling, she pulls back to stare into his eyes. Yes, her husband. For richer or poorer. For better or worse. Together. Now. For always. They were finally married.

"I love you so much" She whispers back, giving him another tender kiss.

# 116 'Reunion '

Rachel locks eyes with Jesse and he nods at her. She nods back with a big smile.

"Jesse, it's nice to see you."

He nods. "Rachel." His eyes slide down her body, taking in her red dress and black heels, before skimming back up to meet her eyes again. "Lookin' good, Rachel."

Rachel reddens, her skin hot at his obvious appraisal. He's dressed in a pair of gray slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a navy blue vest. His black shoes are thick-soled and Rachel has to admit that he looks good. Hell, he looks damn good.

"Jesse" she finally offers. "The years have been good to you." He nodded a thanks to her.

"Maybe you can save me a dance later and we'll have a proper catch up?" He offered as he was about to walk away.

"I'd like that" She nodded at him with a smile. He smiled back before making his way over to his designated table.

# 117 'Fingertips'

Soft, teasing touches flutter over her skin.

Barely there brushing of fingertips cause Rachel to shiver in delight. She moaned softly, aching for more, wanting for something she had once upon a time. Something she can never have again.

A tightening in grip, a change in pace, gentle pressure applied right there and she is soaring again.

Tender caresses draw out prolonged pleasure, though somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered how it is possible to feel like this again.

Rachel's hands grasp at the strands of dirty blonde hair. Her eyes screwed tightly shut as she fights with herself.

The feeling of being swallowed, the tongue that's teasing her just right, so close.

Gasping, she tilts her head back and moans, losing the battle as she comes.

# 118 'Not tonight'

"You need to stop doing this, turning up whenever you feel like a good shag" Rachel half-complained, her own hands working fast to remove Jesse's belt as he lifted her effortlessly onto the counter, his mouth sucking harshly on her collarbone.

"You're not putting up much of a fight, You could easily kick me out if you didn't want this" he reminded her, but she only responded with an eye roll as she stuck her hands down his pants, stroking him quickly.

"One of these days I might just take you up on that offer" He chuckled against her skin, his hands trailing softly across her sides as he lifted her shirt over her head and throwing it on the floor, causing soft sighs to fall from her lips.

"Not tonight" he stated, moving his mouth to her own, catching her lip between his teeth as she shimmied her skirt over her thighs, his hand working its way between them quickly.

"Not today" she moaned, moving forward and begging for more.

# 119 'Want me'

"Your hair is brunette" Jesse stated, as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world, his fingers playing with the ends of it. "And really, really long."

Rachel just rolled her eyes, swatting his hand away.

"It's really pretty" he whispered, his breath hot on her neck as he moved closer to her, she tried her best to fight off the blush that crept onto her cheeks. He was only currently sitting on her couch in her living room because he had shown up, completely drunk.

"Why did you come to my house of all places? And why did I let you in" she muttered, pushing him away.

"Because I'm really pretty" he responded, pressing a small kiss to her neck.

"Because you're really drunk, I think is the correct answer" she fixed his sentence, giggling lightly as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him. "And you seem to be forgetting that I am not."

"How come we can only make out when we're both drunk?" Jesse whined, his teeth grabbing a hold of her ear and pulling gently.

"Because you only want me when you're drunk," she told him dryly, "and I'll only tolerate that when I'm drunk."

"I want you all the time. It's you, who doesn't want me," he finished his sentence with a small kiss on the side of her mouth, she granted him access to her mouth regardless of the fact that she knew it would all be forgotten about come morning.

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