Author's Note posted below.

Part 3

Chapter 10

Seattle's the same. The fog and the gloom were dominant but that was the beauty of it. As Taylor drove us, I can't help but feel nostalgic upon noticing the trees flashing by my eyes. There were people walking, but overall it felt as if it had been filtered in greyscale to represent a flashback in my life.

I was here now. The last time I've been here was three years ago when I attempted to get Christian back, then everybody lied to my face. I swore we'll never be happy in this town.

I didn't know why we're here. I already missed Sierra since we told her kids aren't allowed for their meeting.

Then I glanced at Christian whose brows creased as he discussed business matters over the phone. He was sitting beside me in the backseat, obviously stressed but keeping it calm on the outside. As he was raising his voice over somebody on the phone, I focused on his beautiful face instead. He just made me so alive and I couldn't even believe that we're back together now.

I reached out to take a hold of his hand and that's when his anger transformed into a softer expression. He lifted my hand to give my knuckles a kiss.

Who cares what we're doing here in Seattle? I'll be wherever he is.

~S.A.~

We arrived in Christian's bachelor pad and it was totally him as the interior design screamed sophistication. Every single corner and space was clean, not even a molecule of dust. I turned around and got amazed by the painting hanging on the wall. It was dark yet I could see them. They were meaningful art and of course, Sierra's huge portrait was the most visible.

"Lights are out," Christian announced in dismay but I wasn't affected.

Regardless of the power shortage, I could still appreciate the beauty of his new home. I kept roaming around, seeing photos of Sierra everywhere. I felt Christian setting fire in the furnace and I quickly went near it, realizing just now that I have been feeling cold.

As I stood up and rubbed my hands together, I saw a frame that made me pause. I was completely shocked as I saw our wedding photo. He kept it all this time? I touched the picture through the glass of the frame. We were so much younger, forced into a marriage we didn't want. We both looked unhappy.

"You kept it all this time?" I breathed.

My eyes were completely glued to our picture and with little light; I could see millions of memories. It just felt so surprising how he never threw our wedding photo. I didn't hear him respond verbally. Instead, I could count his footsteps getting louder step by step.

Such sensations swallowed me as he swept my brown hair over to one side and started kissing my exposed neck. My mouth was open and my breathing went too fast, heartbeat matching the rhythm as well. He trailed slow, wet kisses up and down my neck and I almost lost it when he started sucking on my nape.

As I got lost into the feeling, he took off my clothes starting with my coat and then with my white blouse. He stopped kissing my neck as he unclasped my bra and there I was, topless facing him with my back. His fingers traced my spine and I felt a familiar jolt that I've missed years. Both his hands were exploring the skin of my back and he grunted when he noticed my shivering.

His fingers were replaced with his lips and they kissed all the way down to the dimples located on the bottom of my spine. I felt him kneel down as he reached to my front as he unbuttoned my pants and he slid it all way down with my panties. I stepped out of them and he tossed them to the side, and I doubt I'll find them in this kind of dark where the only source of light was the night sky from the window and this fire before us.

His hands both grasped my butt cheeks almost painfully. It just felt so good that I moaned out loud.

Then, in one snap, he turned me around and his mouth was automatically on my pussy. He kissed it tenderly before he placed my right leg over his right shoulder and started attacking me down there. He was like an animal, making all the sounds—making it clear that he had missed me after all these years.

I closed my eyes and felt everything that he and I could give. I thrusted into his face and he was skilled himself. His tongue swirled inside me more wildly that the leg that was not on his shoulder was almost losing its strength. I moaned and moaned out loud as I finally came but he wasn't even done.

He pulled out for a second only to breathe then he lied down the ground and I was completely sitting on his face. This was the most erotic thing we'd ever done. I kept riding him and I almost lost it when his fingers joined in collaboration with his tongue. One finger. Two fingers. Three. I was coming undone.

I came yelling his name and he slowly removed me and gently put me on his right side. I was running out of breath yet I still managed to help him take off all of his clothes. It felt fair now that the two of us were equally naked, skins looking like a shade of orange because of the dancing fire in the furnace.

He kissed me feverishly that I could taste myself on him.

Then, I reached down to grab his long cock and wrapped my fingers around them. It was his turn to feel pleasured now. My fingers moved up and down, completely feeling his hardness. He wrapped his arms around me and his breath was tingling on my ear, grunting again and again. I made him feel even better when I started sucking his nape as well.

I knew he left me a kiss mark from what he did. Now we're even.

He was on the verge of letting it go when he removed my hand and knelt down this time, his cum shot all across my chest. I looked down and the hot white liquid was there then I moaned when his hands grabbed mine only to guide it as they spread across my chest. I moaned out loud, completely turned on. I felt him harden again.

Then he was on top of me, then just like three years ago he said, "I love you" before plunging into me and I was back to being found. We met thrust per thrust and scream per scream. He was so deep into me, reaching places I never even knew existed. I was in heaven and he was too. I had been lost but now I was found.

"Christian . . . Christian . . . Christian!"

I screamed as his thought increased in speed.

I came and after two minutes, he did too yet still insatiable.

He turned me so that my stomach was on the floor, he put my butt up higher and that's when he entered my pussy again, grunting feeling so much pleasure. I was so tired but this just felt so good. He grabbed my hair and pulled it to give me pleasure and not pain.

"Come with me, my love. Come now!" He ordered and with that, we came together.

I was a limp as I lied down the ground giving him a soft smile.

"I love you, Christian," I told him before falling asleep.

~S.A.~

Uncomfortable. That's what I thought.

I woke up feeling very unusual. The lights were on but the fire still ignited in the furnace. I was naked with only white sheets wrapped around my body. Christian, on the other hand, wore loose pyjamas as he did something really weird.

"What are you doing?"

"Good morning, Love. You were asleep for four hours. I didn't mean to wake you up," he said after giving me a passionate kiss.

I attempted to sit down but he claimed, "Hey! You'll ruin it. Just wait for a minute."

What's going on? Why was he holding a palette and a paintbrush?

"I didn't know you paint," I said.

"It's Sophie's. She's really good at it. She taught Sierra to paint last year."

"Right, Taylor and Gail's daughter. Sierra loves to talk about her."

He smiled and then said, "A minute's over, you can sit and look at it."

I looked down on my torso and gasped. Oh my . . . how many times did this man ever leave me speechless? My stretch marks were artfully transformed into stems of flowers and so many colors spluttered and my whole stomach became a canvas for a beautiful picture of nature. What amazed me more what that the stitches I got from the caesarean section four years ago turned into vines producing the most attractive wildflowers.

"Christian, it's beautiful!"

"You are beautiful," he said it and he meant it.

"No, Christian, you make me beautiful."

With that, we fell into a deep kiss and then we were back to losing ourselves to each other.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading!

Stay tuned because the next chapter will be their meeting with the Greys.

Margo.