A/N: I'm baaaaaaaack...

Ok, in answer to the questions I received on the story, let me say that I have NOT abandoned this story. It drives me crazy as I'm reading a fanfic and the author just drops it. I would never do that...I may be a bit late :-) but I will never just drop it.

Warnings about this chapter: 1) it's all Frames, 2) it's loooooong, like three times the size of my others! Sorry, couldn't find a breaking point that I was comfortable with and I was encouraged by a friend - you know who you are - that longer is better, especially with sex...which leads me to 3) there's sex. Hot sex, angry sex, dirty sex ;-). Sex, sex, sex! 4) it hurt my heart to write it, sorry Frames fans. I need therapy now. LOL

Read, enjoy, review. Luv ya lots!

Angry at himself for still wanting Francie - even after she slept with Kendall - James pushed and continued to needle her, all the while, hoping to drive her from his heart. "Did he kiss your body from head to toe while he murmured sweet words onto your heated skin of how beautiful you are?" Like I do when we make love?

"Please, James, don't." Her plea fell on deaf ears.

He gently brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck and part of her collarbone. Licking his lips, hungry for a taste, he lowered his mouth to the smooth skin that beckoned him. God, she's like a drug and I'm fucking addicted!

The peppering of kisses on her neck forced a sigh from Francie's lips. Her fngers instinctually tangled in James' hair, relishing the tender contact she never dreamed she'd be lucky enough to experience again...not after what she did.

Gingerly pushing the cashmere sweater aside, his open mouth suckled and nibbled at her shoulder. Francie dropped a hand from the softness of his hair to the firmness of his solid bicep, digging into his shirt with her nails. Her moan told James that he had her where he wanted her...willing, wanting, and wet.

Caught up in the moment, he continued caressing her erogenous zone with his mouth, his arousal heightened by hers. All thoughts of Francie being with Kendall were gone, the pain vanished, the anger dispersed, but then James noticed something. The lingering scent of cologne...but it wasn't his. Boss No . 6 - Kendall's cologne - and it's on MY fiancée!

He knew that the fragrance merely transferred to Francie's sweater when she hugged or danced with Kendall earlier, but the other possibility was that it occurred during whatever transpired between the two in his friend's bedroom. That led James back down the dark path of the intimate contact between Francie and Kendall that happened right here, underfoot, in his own home.

Fury reignited inside him. He grabbed a handful of Francie's long, dark hair, forcing her to meet his glare, and she squealed in protest.

"I'll bet he looked into your eyes as he..." James couldn't finish his sentence without taking a breath to collect himself, the thought pained him tioo much. Through clenched teeth, he finished, "...as he pushed deep inside you...over and over and over again!"

"That's enough!" Francie pushed against his chest, trying to free herself from his grasp, wanting to run from this cruel punishment, but James' hold on her hair only tightened and he pressed his body harder against hers.

"Why?! Don't you want to relive your glory moment?!" A bitter chuckle filled her ears. "I mean, come on, you fucked my best friend, in our house! Tell me, Sweetness, was it just like old times?! Was it better than what you and I have?! When he made you cum, did you scream his name like you do mine?!"

The sting from Francie's opened hand on his wounded cheek hurt badly, but the pain only fed into his angry lust. His mouth came down on hers, hard and rough. Their teeth clashed together, their tongues fought for dominance. All the pent up sexual tension, frustration, and anger burst forth, consuming the couple.

The hands that were normally so gentle, roughly groped her breasts before sliding to the sweater's hem. James yanked the soft, black garment up Francie's body and over her head, throwing it to the floor. He moved to the buckle of her belt, quickly undoing it, and proceeded to the button of her jeans.

Desire clouded Francie's mind, but not so much that she didn't know what to do. Her dainty hands made fast work of the buttons on James' blood stained shirt. She pulled it from his strong shoulders and let it fall to to the carpet while her hands soaked up the sensation of every muscle that rippled in his arms when he moved.

Genuflecting in front of her, he tugged her tight jeans down her curvaceous hips and past her knees. Instinctively, James paused to tenderly kiss her slightly below her belly button, a reflex that he quickly reminded himself had no use here. This isn't about romance, this is about taking back what's mine!

With his possessiveness driving him, he pulled off her pants leaving her dressed in only her black bra and matching thong. The sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination, not that James needed to imagine anything concerning her body. He knew every inch, every curve, every contour, every beauty mark, all of it. All of her.

Still, seeing Francie like this left him breathless. Even after knowing Kendall had been with her - too recently for James' liking - he loved her, needed her, wanted her. She will be mine again! He stood and grabbed Francie's ass firmly, lifting her off her feet.

Meeting his lips with her own, she wrapped her legs around his waist, in a comfortable second nature, but what Francie didn't know was that this wasn't going to be a standard lovemaking session. James was going to reclaim what was his, find a way to move past the betrayal, and make both of them forget what she and Kendall did.

Moving to the same couch they shared their first kiss on, James dropped Francie onto the cushions. He stood before her and hastily undid his belt. Francie wasn't one to wait patiently by doing nothing, she was already gripping his zipper and tugging it down the metal teeth.

Leaving the belt to dangle in the loops of his jeans, James watched Francie unfasten the button of his pants exposing the fact that he wore no underwear tonight, a surprise he was going to spring on his fiancée as they made love to usher in the new year together - but plans change.

His toned stomach with a delectable happy trail beckoned her. Unconsciously, Francie's tongue darted out to wet her lips, yearning for a taste. All she had to do was dip her fingers into the denim and the prize was hers, but Old Man Doubt crept in, mucking up her victory.

Letting her hands rest upon James' hips, Francie slid her eyes up his naked torso to meet his gaze, confused by what was happening and unsure if she should continue.

He knows I slept with Kendall. He's hurt and angry about it, and understandably so. He's taunted, tortured, and belittled me with his words and accusations, and I get it...so why would he want to make love to me?! Why would he want to have anything to do with me?!

Reading Francie's cautious hesitation as rejection, James' bruised ego took another direct hit. Humiliated and outraged, he lashed out again at the woman who was - in a few short months - supposed to become his bride. "What's the matter, Sweetness?" He hissed, "Did you just realize I'm not Kendall?!"

"Quit it, James," she whispered meekly, ashamed that what she had done caused that thought to enter his head. "That's not it."

"No?! Then what is it?! I don't do it for you anymore?!"

Still holding his gaze, a heavy sigh caused her shoulders to slump. "You know that's not true. I'm just..." Francie shook her head, "...I'm confused!"

"Awww," James pouted and lovingly stroked her hair, but spite still burned in his eyes. His voice softened and he whispered, "Can't decide which lover you want, kitten?"

His smartass attitude was a front and Francie knew the truth. It was merely his defense mechanism but that didn't matter...it still pissed her off.

"Fuck you!"

His mouth curled into a malevolent grin, "You were about to."

"You're not funny!"

"I wasn't trying to be funny, I was trying to get laid."

Hurt by his flippant words, the thought that James simply saw her a piece of ass forced Francie to look away.

Getting no response, James continued to lay it on thick and rub more salt in her wound. "I can shut off the lights and the heat, start a fire...I understand that puts you in the mood."

Knowing James was entirely within his rights to be angry at her, Francie was still tired of having her foolhardy interlude thrown in her face again. She was fully aware that she screwed things up but did James really have to keep reminding her?

This abuse struck a nerve in Francie. All those years of mental anguish she sustained at the hands of Ryan, before the physical abuse took center stage, flooded back. She would never step up to the whipping post for anyone again!

"Stop it!" She sprung to her feet, "What do you want from me, James?!"

As if he anticipated the question, he spat out his answer without a moment's hesitation. "I want you to forget him!"

"I've have!"

"Have you?! Really?! Because you've said that before yet you still slept with him!"

"That's not fair."

"Not fair?! Let me tell you what's not fair, Francie! It's not fair that you made me promise to go back to L.A. and keep working and when I did, you fell into bed with Kendall!"

"It wasn't like that! You -"

Ignoring her attempt to explain her wrongdoing, James cut her off, raising his voice above hers. "What's not fair is that you told me you trusted me but you didn't!"

Shaking her head in denial, Francie tried again to justify her actions, "That's not true! I -"

Interrupting Francie again, James barreled through. "What's not fair is that I defended you tonight to Chris," he pointed to his cheek, "and I got this to show for it!"

She realized she hadn't had the chance to inquire about James' injuries due to her own dilemma. "Defended me? What are you talking -"

The handsome brunet wasn't interested in answering any of her questions. "What's not fair is that after you figured out that it wasn't ME who cheated, you took off into a fucking ice storm and got into an accident and lost MY baby!"

Those words crushed the already fragile woman. Tears welled up in her dark brown eyes. He does blame me, I knew he did! Why shouldn't he? I blame myself! It is my fault! She barely managed to choke out the apology. "I'm sorry."

Hating the anguish he was causing the woman he loves, James wished he could stop and take her in his arms to kiss away the pain, but something inside him wouldn't give in to that urge. As sick as it sounds, the retribution James dealt out consoled his wounded heart. In that moment, James felt he needed to hurt her to push past his pain.

"Wait a minute!" His eyes, now darkened by vengeance, squinted at her, "That was MY baby, right? I mean, I haven't been comforting you and mourning over Kendall's child, have I?!" James sickened at the thought.

Stunned by the heartless accusation, Francie's jaw went slack and her eyes widened. "You bastard!" She shoved his six-foot-one frame back a few staggered steps. "How dare you! How could you even think that?!"

"It's pretty damn easy knowing what I do now!" James' large hands clamped around Francie's wrists, easily constraining them. With her temper riled up the last thing he needs is to be dodging a small but powerful punch from his fiancée.

Muscles tightened and flexed under his fingers as Francie's hands clenched into fists, angry at his implications. Her rage caused her voice to tremble, "I only slept with him the ONE time!"

"Oh! Just the one time?" James rolled his eyes, "Well, that's so much better than I imagined. Thank God for small favors." His sass infuriated her but she had nothing to fire back with. Her silence left the floor open for more of James' angry rant.

"Let me tell you something else that's not fair, Sweetness!" Gripping her wrists tighter he moved them behind her back, forcing her body to arch against his. James leaned in closer, holding her intense gaze. "It's not fair that after everything that's happened...everything you've done...," he swallowed hard, debating if he should expose his weakness, "...I still want you."

Francie hardly had time for her brain to register his words before James' lips were on hers with the same urgency as before. Breaking the heated kiss, James nudged at her chin with his nose, tilting her head to the side allowing him to slide his lips down to the crook of Francie's neck. A soft, sensual moan mixed with a pleasured sigh rose from her throat making his dick twitch and his groin tighten. His hands groped her body like a horny teenager taking advantage of the time he had alone with his girlfriend after his parents had gone out for the night.

A multitude of unwelcomed visions materialized in James' head. Francie and Kendall, their naked bodies entwined in front of a roaring fire, Francie giving herself to her former lover, Kendall's hands and mouth roaming freely over her bare curves, Francie's back arched in the throes of passion, Kendall taking what wasn't his, screams of ecstasy as climaxes were reached, a thin sheen of sweat on the tangled bodies of the satisfied couple. James tried, unsuccessfully, to push those thoughts away.

He wanted to hate her, he wanted his heart to quit beating with love for the woman who broke it, and destroyed what they had when she believed the worst of him and slept with his best friend, but he couldn't. The vicious cycle continued. Hate, love, hate, love...circling around, disorienting him, confusing him.

Do I walk away or stay and fight? Let her go or take back what I want? Prove a point or prove my love?

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his swirling emotions, James surrendered to his heart and remembered the great times he's shared with Francie...the laughter, the security, the completeness, the love. He murmured his confession on her heated, sensitive skin. "God help me, I still love you, Sweetness." Then he remembered her betrayal, and his anger which had died down to an smolder, flared again, engulfing him. Francie's eyes flew open as he tangled his fingers into her hair and pulled, forcing her to meet his lust-filled eyes. "And I'll make you mine again."

Before Francie could voice the words that she loved him and has always been his, James had her, holding her ass in his hands, and carried her to the piano, setting her on the black, lacquered top. The cold lid of the piano against her nearly bare ass sent a shiver through her overheated body.

Kissing a trail from her neck to her chest, James tugged the sheer fabric of her bra down, exposing her breasts. His tongue flicked one hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth while his fingers toyed with the other.

A guttural moan vibrated from his throat, relishing the feel of her skin. He truly loved her body and enjoyed touching her as much as she enjoyed being touched. There were times in their relationship that James could have easily found his release without penetration or oral stimulation. Simply caressing her, exploring her, pleasuring her, thrilled him that much.

His hand slipped into her thong, kneading at her mound before dipping into her wet folds to work his magic on her. Back arched, hands planted firmly on the piano for leverage, Francie's began to move her hips with James' fingers, increasing the friction she craved.

James dropped his head, kissing his way down Francie's torso, pausing to lap at her belly button before pulling the damp fabric of the thong aside to settle his mouth at the apex of her spread thighs. Drawing her swollen pearl into his warm mouth and gently sucking, he felt her entire body quiver as one dainty hand fisted into his hair.

James drove Francie into a frenzy with one strong hand kneading her breast, his fingers stroking her g-spot, and his mouth working her clit. Her body writhed in pleasure and it wasn't long until her soft moans and sighs that floated softly in the air, increased in intensity turning into a stuttered scream of her lover's name. Her walls contracted around his fingers and her body trembled, as the orgasm rocketed through her.

James continued his actions until Francie came down from her euphoric high. Her breath coming heavy, she wet her lips and lolled her head forward looking down her body at James, his mouth still dancing over her most private parts, unwilling to cease pleasuring her.

Francie soaked it all up, basking in the love James was still willing to give her for whatever reason. In her heart, she knew, he was the only man for her and the few hours she had spent with Kendall on his birthday was just her reaction, albeit a bad one, to thinking James had found his way back to Amber. The sensation of James' oral service promptly shoved all thoughts of Amber and Kendall out of her mind as the buildup of another orgasm rose on the horizon.

Under the spell of James' mouth, Francie laid down on the top of the grand piano she bought for his birthday, her shaky arms unable to continue supporting her. It wasn't long before he had her a writhing mess, moaning his name as a second orgasm coursed through her.

Yearning to reciprocate the favor, Francie sat up with the intent of dropping to her knees subserviently before James, taking every inch of him into her mouth until he found his release, but James had other ideas.

Tugging at the thong, James nearly ripped the fabric from her body. Assisting in the removal of her undergarment, Francie's hips rose allowing the panties to be saved for wear on another day. She watched as James slipped his thumbs into the open waistband of his jeans, quickly discarding them, along with his socks, on the the floor with the other shed clothing.

The sight of his naked body sent an ache to her core. His defined muscles, taut body, thick cock, and god-like handsomeness still disarmed her. The man standing in front of her was nothing less than perfect.

With one swift movement, James was between her legs delving deliciously deep inside her, forcing her walls to conform to his length and girth. An primal growl rose from his chest with his initial penetration and every muscle in his body tightened as he willed himself to not explode inside her, not yet.

Grabbing her behind the knees, James lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders, providing maximum penetration. His thrusts were deep and hard, for a minute Francie wondered if the piano would hold up to the savagery and debauchery occurring on its glossy lid.

Stuttered breathing was a clear indication the James was nearing his end game but he abruptly stopped, stilling his hips and shutting his eyes tightly willing away the orgasm that was about to overtake him. No, not yet! Not yet...he repeated the words in his head. I'm not done with her.

He withdrew from her warm wetness and effortlessly draped the petite woman across his shoulder, carrying her to the sofa. Slipping onto his lap and straddling him as he took a seat on the couch, Francie kissed James, tasting her essence on his lips. Sliding to her knees in front of him, she cradled his jewels in one hand massaging them lightly and stroking her other hand over the tip of his cock causing James' breath to catch in his throat.

He looked down into the lust-filled dark eyes of the beauty kneeling before him, conflicting thoughts in his head. God, I want her lips around my cock! Shit! But if she sucks my dick, I'm done! No way I'll be able to hold it off. I want to do the pleasing, win her back, show her...not what Kendall can do to her...but what I can do to her! If I give in to my needs will I look weak, will I lose? No! No, I will NOT lose!

A coy smile appeared on Francie's lips, at the sight of James biting on his bottom lip. His desires were clear. She knew his was torn and hurt, all she wanted to do was show him where her heart was...with him - only him.

Never breaking their eye lock, Francie leaned forward, licking her lips. James swallowed hard knowing he couldn't fight it off, even if he truly wanted to. He knew she was going to win this battle, but not the war. He braced for his surrender.

Wrapping her lips around his solid manhood, Francie slowly took him into her mouth. Inch by delectable inch, he slid into her warm, wet mouth until his tip hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop there. Shifting higher on her knees and relaxing her throat she allowed all of him in until her bottom lip rested on his tightened sac.

"Oh sh-shit," James stammered, loving the feeling of being buried in his Sweetness' tight throat.

Francie fought her gag reflex as her eyes began to tear up. Slowly she withdrew his erection until only the head remained help tightly between her lips. Rolling her tongue teasingly over his smooth tip, she tortured him with pleasure before slowly taking him all in, once again.

No! James' protest echoed in his head. My terms, dammit! This will be on my terms!

Tossing his passive role in the blowjob aside, James grabbed two fists full of her dark waves and held fast to Francie's head as his speedy thrusts drove his erection into her mouth and forced himself down her throat. His unyielding pace continued, hard and deep, causing gurgling sounds to emit from Francie and tears to run down her cheeks as she willingly submitted to his actions.

The viciousness of the act startled her at first. Sure, the two had indulged in some rough play before, each time raising the bar and adding a bit of inner discomfort but she trusted James implicitly. Francie knew James would never hurt her or push her to do what she didn't want, so the decision to turn control over to him was an easy adjustment, and the level of her excitement threshold was through the roof right now. The harsh mouthfuck was thoroughly turning her on.

His anger dwindled as his hips abruptly halted and his body tensed, teetering on the brink of his orgasm. James withdrew from her mouth and tried to regain control of his body, not wanting to give Francie the satisfaction of his pleasure. Shutting his eyes tightly he chastised himself, God, I'm an fucking idiot! Talk about cutting off your nose to spite you face!

The need to please him, and regain control of the situation, fueled Francie as she ignored James' crazy idea of self deprivation and began to stroke him while sucking on the tip of his shaft.

Unable and unwilling to fight his fiancée - and his need - he succumbed to her actions. With a guttural groan, James' saltiness exploded over her tongue, filling her mouth and spreading to the back of her throat.

Looking up while continuing to show affection to his spent erection, Francie watched James rest his head on the cushions and pant heavily, his chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. Realizing the peacefulness on his face was in stark contrast to the turmoil still raging in his heart, Francie knew - at least for now - he was calm and relaxed with the aftershocks of his release tingling through his body.

Feeling eyes on him, James found the strength to raise his head and look at the woman still kneeling between his legs, servicing him, with a gleam of satisfaction shining in her dark eyes. The serenity that blanketed him quickly dispersed as the euphoric cloud from James' brain lifted and he was unable to stop the next thought that popped into his head. I wonder if Francie gave Kendall a blow job like that...here on this couch - in OUR house - and swallowed up every bit of his love, too.

Disheartened by the crushing reality, James had to dispel the memory of Francie and Kendall. He had to regain control of this situation, this relationship, this woman.

Leaning forward and grabbing her by the shoulders, James pulled Francie onto his lap, roughly kissing her, feeling himself begin to harden again. He rose from the couch and dropping her onto the cushions, man-handled the much smaller woman, roughly bending her over the padded armrest and planted a love bite, followed by a firm smack, squarely on her ass. The wiggle of her upraised derrière and the squeal of pleasure sent a sensation all the way it to the tip of his swelling cock.

Laying down on the couch underneath the aroused woman, James lowered her hips, bringing her silky wetness to his lips, his twirling tongue lapping at her juices. She arched her back to place her hands on his thighs and gyrated against the mouth that worked furiously to please her.

Moving to the music of whimpers, moans and the occasional curse word, their bodies danced erotically in the glow of the moonlight. Undulating hips and a skillful tongue soon had Francie's third release surging through her body and she was convinced that she wouldn't be able to endure another orgasm without going completely insane.

A slight upward pressure on Francie's hips moved her spent body to lean forward over the familiar armrest. Kneeling behind Francie, James ran his fresh erection from her clit to her opening several times, teasing her. A whimper of disappointment squeaked from Francie every time his cock moved away from her needy center.

Unable to withstand his own torture he plunge deep within her, running his fingers up her spine to the clasp of the bra she still wore. There was no room here for the tender foreplay of suckling or fondling her voluptuous breasts, since this encounter was considerably less romantic and more angry than their usual escapades, therefore, James never found the need to remove her last article of clothing, until now. His fingers unhooked the brassiere, letting it fall down Francie's arms where it remained as she quaked from the force of his thrusts.

James needed to ensure that Kendall was no longer living in his fiancée's head or - worse yet - in her heart. His plan of basically fucking away the memory may not be a good one but it was the only one he had and he clung to it for dear life.

I have to prove to her that we have something her and Kendall don't, tighten our bond, increase our intimacy. That I can do things to her - make her feel things - that Kendall can't...or hasn't.

The though hit him that there was one thing he was sure she had never tried, one thing she never allowed anyone to do to her...at least no one had before I left for L.A. Not allowing himself to linger on that though he quickly pushed it aside to recall a conversation, pillow talk, if you will, the two had early on their relationship.

"Oh, no! That is exit only," Francie joked. Her eyes sparkled with her giggles.

"Come on, Sweetness. Have you tried it?"

"No," came her her adamant answer.

"Then how do you know you won't like it?"

"I've got a good idea -"

"But you don't know."

"Look, a finger slipping in my ass is one thing -"

"And you like that." James' devilish grin made the pink rise to her cheeks.

"I do," Francie conceded with an embarrassed smile. "But THAT..." Francie pointed to James' extraordinary member, "...is not the size of a dick that one should have in their ass for their first time!"

"Well, you're out of luck, this is what you have to work with because no other man's junk will ever be near you again."

Yeah, James thought bitterly, I guess I was wrong. Looks like now is the time to play that card. I'm betting she won't be that hard to convince given her current state.

Pulling out of her, James heard Francie object with a smal mewl. He stroked her damp folds with his fingers before slipping them deep inside her. Sprinkling kisses on her back, he rubbed the sensetive walls of her heated channel. Removing his fingers, his cock took their place deep within her warm shelter. Wet with her juices, his fingers slipped between the cheeks of her ass, playing over her tight pucker.

Hips still, James leaned down and kissed her spine. "Do you know what I want to do to you right now?"

"I've got a good idea," Francie breathed, aroused by the feel of James' digits, and waiting for him to slide one in her ass, a common - and erotic - part of their lovemaking.

"Do you?" His warm breath on her back and the sultry tone of his voice raised goosebumps on her skin.

"Uh-huh," Francie whispered, ready to beg for the penetration she desired.

Applying slight pressure, James slid one wet finger in her tight backdoor.

A silky moan preceded Francie's reply, "I told you I had a good idea." She bit down on her bottom lip enjoying the familiar feeling of her lover.

"No, you don't."

Francie's whimper was somewhere between pleasure and a protest, as an unexpected second finger penetrated her. Francie's hung her head, biting her lip, as she adapted to the amazing sensation of his probing fingers combined with his hard cock. Oh. My. God! Her eyes fluttered shut in her new found bliss.

"Mmmm," James sighed. "I want in there, Sweetness."

"James," she sounded apolegitic, "I can't." Can I?

"No?" The doubt was heavy in his voice as he slowly withdrew and reinserted his fingers, stretching her tight passage.

Francie shook her head, "No." Wait...yes! Dear Lord, that feels amazing, but I don't think I can take him in.

His hips began to move in an alternating, opposing rhythm with his fingers - one thrusting forward as the other pulled back - whipping Francie into a frenzied high she'd never known. Every nerve in her body sparked to life, amplified by a thousand degrees.

His coaxing and stroking continued. "Are you sure?"

I'm sure...I think...aren't I? Oh, hell, I don't know! Her mouth moved but no sound exited. The sensation overwhelmed Francie, not allowing her to speak.

"Because you don't sound like it." With the next forward motion, James added another finger with a primal groan. Shit! I'm about to get of just fingering her ass! Holy fuck!

"Oh God, James!" Francie rested her forehead on the arm of the couch, struggling to breathe. The fullness was beyond anything she'd ever felt before. Her desire peaked, she wanted him buried in her ass - balls deep - but still, doubt crept in. Could she take him? All of him?

"Oh yeah, Sweetness." He kissed her shoulder blade once, twice. "Just relax."

The tension slowly drained from her body as she grew accustomed to the invasion of James' fingers in the most taboo of her places. His free hand slid around caressing her throat and under her chin, pulling her body upright. James' soft, pink lips broke away from her left shoulder and hovered near her ear.

"Let me in, Sweetness," he felt her swallow hard under his fingers that brushed over her throat, as his breath tickled her ear. "Let me in," he whispered as his lips met cheek.

The ultimate act of submission, could she do it? Could she surrender herself to him? Give up the one thing she's given no one? She trusts him, she loves him, and God knows, she hurt him. Don't do it because of that, Francie! Not out of guilt!

His tongue lapped at the shell of her ear moving to the curve of her neck, while his fingers rubbed her anal walls. A tightening coiled in her core, screaming to be released like never before. Pushing her body back, impaling herself further with James' fingers, she gyrated her hips, surprising herself - and James - by her need.

"You like it, huh?" James grinned, sliding his hand down her chest, pulling her tighter into his embrace. His fingers grazed over a hardened nipple before pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

A breathy moan was followed by soft "yes."

"I can make it feel better, Sweetness. I can make it feel so much better. Just say the word."

"James...," she whined about to implode from lust.

"Just say the word, Sweetness." Velvet lips placed an open mouth kiss on her shoulder.

James knew that fear was the only thing keeping Francie from giving her consent, and James tried to soothe her. "Do you trust me?"

"You know I do."

"Then trust that I'd never hurt you."

Francie knew that to be true. James would never hurt her physically - or emotionally. She only wished she would have realized that while her doubts soared when he was in L.A., during Ambers phone call, and before she slept with Kendall.

Oh my God, I can't believe how badly I want it! I want him! She wet her lips, taking a deep breath and tried her hardest to not sound needy as she whispered, "Please, James..."

His heart pounded in his chest. "Please, James, what?" He breathed into her ear, "Please, James, quit? Please, James, keep working those fingers? Or please, James, I want to feel your dick buried deep in my ass? Please, what, Sweetness?"

The questions hung in the air, unanswered as Francie struggled to find her voice. "Please..."

"Tell me." His commanding tone of his voice indicated that James wasn't playing around. He wanted to hear her say it.

He's gonna make me work for it. Fine!

Dutifully, she bent forward and gripped the armrest, ready to brave the pain to get to the rapture, knowing both would be extreme. Tossing her head to the side to look over her shoulder, she locked her heavy-lidded eyes with James'. "Per favore, Bello..."

His heart leaped into his throat at the words - in Italian - no less, and the vision of the woman he loved offering herself to him.

"I want to feel you," she felt the blush rise to her cheeks at the thought of talking dirty to get what she desperately needed. "I want to feel every inch of your dick sliding into my ass." Okay, this isn't so bad...I can do this. "I want to feel you stretching me out, making me yours."

The expression on James' face was worth the slight awkwardness of the words she spoke. He knew how difficult it was for Francie to express herself like that, totally out of her comfort zone, but she did, and he loved it.

"Take me, Bello, now."

There it was - the go ahead to proceed, the consent to take the one thing no one - not even Kendall - ever had, and his shot to show Francie pleasure as she's never felt it before. Most importantly, a chance to bond and reconstruct their relationship from the rubble and ashes of her infedelity.

His body tingled with excitement with the thought of taking her in that way but he gained his composure and taunted her still. Continuing to stroke her tight walls, he smirked at her, "Say please, again."

"Per favore."

"Per favore?" He growled, repeating her plea, withdrawing his fingers. Francie felt him running the head of his cock between her cheeks.

"Sì," she whispered, "per favore, Bello."

Holding his breath, he pressed his slick tip against her opening until entrance was gained. Francie gasped at the intrusion. Halting all movement - except a slow exhale and a tightening jaw - James waited patiently as his lover grew accustom to the new sensation. He promised not to hurt her and he wasn't going to break his word. As badly as he wanted to delve deep inside her, he resisted and allowed Francie to determine the depth of penetration...and she did.

Little by little, she backed her ass towards him, getting used to the fullness, ignoring the pain as best she could. As her body would pause, James hips would draw back and then forward, listen - watching - for a sign that he was at a spot she was comfortable with. His strong right hand found and began stimulating his fiancée's sensitive pearl in an attempt to add to her pleasure and dilute her discomfort.

"Oh, my God," her breathy moan, teetering on the blurred line between pleasure and pain, confirmed James' assumption that he was the first to have her in this way.

She gave it up for me...ME...not Kendall! She loves ME, she trusts ME! Me...I'm the one she wants...James warmed from the realization that he is the one man for her and they still have a chance to be together, to move past the betrayal.

The sensation pulsing through this body snapped him back to the business at hand. Taking him further in, Francie whimpered and James felt her tense up. Soothingly, his hand caressed her hip and he murmured softly, "Are you okay, Sweetness? Do you want to stop?" James didn't want to, but if Francie did, so be it, he didn't want to hurt her...he promised he wouldn't. She's running this show, it's her call.

"No," she shook her head. "No, not yet." James' gentleness relaxed Francie, she took him in further. "I'm okay."

Looking down at the lack of space between their bodies, he encouraged her to go a bit further. "Almost there, Sweetness, just a little bit more. God, you feel so, so good."

"You mean tight."

"Mmmm, yeah. Good and tight," James moaned.

A nervous giggle escaped her lips, "Well, I'd hope so." This is so hot - it fucking hurts! - but it's so hot! I hope he knows how much I love him and trust him now, especially after this.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," inhaling deeply, Francie shifted back, fully impailing herself on James' cock, feeling his balls against her skin. A cry of triumph, relief, and ecstasy erupted from the depth of her soul.

James' jaw fell slack from the sensation as he looked down through heavy lids to see his body pressed against the curve of her ass, fully encased between her olives-skinned cheeks. He exhaled sharply, "Me neither." An hour ago, I was ready to pack my shit and catch the first plane to the West Coast and now...I'm here...with her...like THIS...taking the one thing she had left to give. A feeling of triumph swelled in his chest, he had reclaimed what was his.

The thrusts were slow and deep as Francie's body acclimated to new sexual position. James' fingers danced over her clit and fondled her breasts, open mouth kisses caressed her shoulders, bombarding her senses, elevating her arousal - and his. Her moans of his name flooded his ears, topping off his victory and hastening his release.

No, no, no! Not yet, dammit, she's almost there. I can't shoot my load not until she's a quivering mess because of ME, because of what I'M doing to her.

"Come on, Sweetness...just one more time...cum for me, Baby," James stammered, feverishly working her body in ways only he could.

"J-J-James...," came the panting moan.

"Yeah, Sweetness, that's it, come on!"

"G-God, yeeessss!" Obeying James' command Francie's body quaked, every nerve lit up inside her like the glowing Christmas tree standing in the corner.

With an wild growl, James quickly withdrew and spread his seed on his fiancée's backside. Watching Francie collapsed face down on the couch, James wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He reached for the box of tissues on the end table, smiling, thrilled with the outcome of tonight's "sexcapade".

Quietly, he cleaned up the mess he made on his fiancée, but he was pretty sure that she didn't even notice. Francie lay bathing in the moment - no, drowning in it - unmoving, eyes closed, breathing heavily. That was...incredible...all of it. It was so intense, it felt naughty, and I liked it!

James wrapped the used tissues into a clean one and tossed them on the floor. Kneeling over the exhausted woman, he placed a soft kiss on her lower back. "If I may be cliché, was it good for you?"

"It was beyond words," Francie mumbled, worn out.

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" His lips met her skin again, "You okay, Sweetness?"

A deep breath released into a heavy sigh preceded the soft reply, "Yeah, I'm good."

"I know you are," James grinned into another soft kiss just above his last, "but I mean did I hurt you?"

Lifting her head, she smiled small at the handsome brunet, "Yeah, but it was a good kind of hurt." With a satisfied giggle, she dropped her head back to the cushion.

Returning the chuckle, James peppered three velvet smooth kisses up her spine, the last one placed her tattoo directly in his line of vision. The tattoo...a symbolic match for Kendall's...gotten when they were dating...when they conceived Marley...when they were sleeping together...like they did a couple of months ago! The rage returned, blazing deep inside the scorned man's heart as his mind continued to reel, going over tonight's crazy chain of events.

"A good kind of hurt, huh?" The change in tone of James' voice made Francie open her eyes, lift her head, and glance up. Her stomach clenched as she locked eyes with the man who, mere moments ago was kind, gentle, and loving. "Not like the kind of hurt I felt, tonight, finding out my fiancée slept with my best friend."

Those malicious eyes struck Francie mute, afraid there was nothing she could say to ward off another hateful attack of words. I was hoping we worked our way past this. I guess I was a fool for thinking I could get that lucky.

"I'm sor-"

"Save it. I've heard it before," James pushed himself off the couch, scanning the room for his clothes. Trudging to his jeans, laying crumpled by the piano, James' heart began to hurt. What now?! What the fuck do I do?! Can I move be past it...can WE move past it?!

"Bello?" Her soft voice still pleased his senses, and he hated that.

Confused, he slipped into his jeans, hastily buttoning, zipping, and buckling, ignoring the naked brunette on the sofa. He picked up her thong and tossed it towards her. "Here, get dressed."

"You've never said that to me before," the despair was thick in Francie's voice as she stepped into her black thong.

James walked toward where his shirt lay, jumbled with the rest of Francie's clothes, in front of the fireplace - the fireplace - where Francie willingly offered herself to Kendall and he took what wasn't his. "Yeah, well, you've never been caught fucking my best friend before."

She paused from the sting of his words, bra strap halfway up her arm. "You know I would have told you if I...if I remembered...," her words trailed off.

"If you remembered sleeping with Kendall?! Would you really have told me?!"

"You know I would have! My God, you saw how devastated I was when it all came back to me! Do you think I could have hid that?!"

"So, you would have fessed up because you would have gotten caught anyway, is that what you're saying?!"

"No! That's not what I mean!"

James began buttoning up his blood stained shirt, unable to look at Francie, not wanting her to see how devastated he was.

Demanding to be noticed, Francie stepped toe to toe with James. "I would have told you the truth if I remembered because it would have eaten me up inside. The guilt, the pain, it would have destroyed me to know that I betrayed you. I couldn't do that to you."

Still avoiding eye contact, James spoke softly, "Even if you knew it could have ended our relationship, you still would have told me?"

She softly replied, "I would."

James believed her, he trusted the fact that her honesty, her conscience, would have won out, no matter how steep the cost. That's how she was, that's one of the reasons he fell in love with her.

"James. James, stop with the buttons and look at me."

Obeying, he looked into her dark eyes exuding a warmth that James has come to relate with her love. "Oh, Bello," she whispered. "I -"

"Don't! Don't say it!" He shook his head and his voice, full of emotion, cracked, "Not if you don't mean it!"

"I do mean it...I love you."

Caressing his stubbled cheek with one hand, the other slipping behind his neck, pulling him towards her as she rose on her tiptoes. The gentle contact melting his resistance.

They were so close Francie barely moved to meet his soft lips. The kiss was loving, romantic, gentle, like it was before the bomb had been dropped and the fallout spread, darkening their world and eclipsing their love. It was as if time had rewound and their connection, their bond, was stronger than ever...until James' head caught up to his heart.

"Stop! Just stop" James quickly pulled away, bent down and grabbed the rest of her clothes off the floor, thrusting them at Francie. "I can't do this, I can't think! Get dressed, it's distracting!"

"But -,"

"No, no buts! Just do it," James turned away from her, trying to clear his head. If she loves me, then why sleep with Kendall? Her trust in me didn't bring her calming comfort like it should have. Did she really think I'd mess around on her?! That's a pretty low opinion of me, especially after all we've been through. I was always there for her, as it should be...but so was Kendall.

Slowly nodding, Francie did what she was told. Smoothing her sweater over her torso, she stared at James' back, her own head spinning. Are we on, are we off? The sex we just had was a-ma-zing! But was it enough? He said he still loves me but he's acting like he hates me. I know he's torn, I can understand that. What have I done?!

After fastening her jeans, she took a step closer to the man she loved, placing her hand on his back. Her mouth opened to, once again, apologize to James, but she didn't get far. He spun around, eyes glowing with hurt and anger, further crushing Francie, knowing she was the cause. With a steely voice, James fired off a shot - a question that Francie hoped to never hear again.

"Do you still love Kendall?"

"James, please," Annoyance resounded in her voice as she began to turn away from him, hurt that he would even ask that.

"Answer me!" He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close, "Are you still in love with him?!"

Recovering quickly from the unappreciated question, Francie didn't even have to think about her answer. "No! I'm not in love with Kendall! I'm in love with you!"

Saddened, James released Francie and turned away, running his hands through his hair. Confusion radiated from his body, head to toe. His heart screaming "See, she loves you!", his mind scolding "Don't be fool, she played you!"

The briefest moment passed before James replied to her proclamation of love. "I wish I could believe you."

"It's true," she stood her ground, defending her answer with conviction but tears welled up in her eyes.

Good! She's hurting, too, I'm not alone in my misery, misery that she caused. Enjoy the backlash of your actions.

Wanting Francie to feel as stripped and raw emotionally as he was, James kept at it, punishing her. "You know what really sucks?" He looked at the agitated woman standing before him and threw a grenade where he knew it would cause the most damage. "Amber was right. She said you would find your way back to him."

Francie winced at the name of the woman she blamed for this entire ordeal. "Amber?! You're bringing Amber into this?! It's her fault that -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait...her fault?! Did she hold a gun to your head, insisting you fuck Kendall?!"

"She -"

"No, she didn't! It was your decision, wasn't it?! If not, then I need to go back next door, accuse that son of a bitch of rape, and fucking kill him with my bare hands...but that's not the case is it?!"

Francie unable to look him in the eye, glanced down at her hands. "No," her voice was soft and sounded completely defeated. She knew what happened, sex between two consenting adults.

Slowly, realization came to James and his heart shattered because he knew - finally - what he had to do. The heart wrenching reality was that they could never go back to the way it was before.

"I didn't think so." James walked past Francie, headed to the coat closet, and grabbed his leather jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"Out," came his flat reply.

"Out where? It's New Year's Eve."

"Technically, it's New Year's Day, and you've lost your right to know where I'm going, what I'm doing, or who I'm doing it with."

The sharpness of the words cut Francie to her very core. Her stomach tightened and head swirled, she knew where this was going and it wasn't good. Praying her intuition was way off base she asked for clarification in a hushed voice, "What do you mean?"

"It's over, Francie," James hurried through the kitchen towards the garage, needing to escape before his tears began to flow.

She ran after James, pleading. "No! No James, don't say that!"

"We're through," he reached for the keys to his leased BMW.

"You don't mean that," she reached for his hand, clasped around the keychain. "What about what just happened?"

"What?" He looked down at her with malice in his eyes, "You think anal sex will make things okay? You think it'll make me stay?"

"We...we made love."

"No we didn't, we had sex."

It was more than just sex to Francie, it meant something to her, not like when she slept with Kendall. "Fine, we had sex," Francie conceded not wanting to argue the point, "didn't that mean anything?"

"No, it was just sex. Angry sex, good sex, but just sex. Come on, I know you've just had sex before, the kind where there's no love - just need - you know, like you and Kendall did."

"No -,"

"You just said you're not in love with him so that means you traded our sex - the one with love and emotion - for a plain, old-fashioned fuck. Hope it was worth it." He shook free from Francie's grasp and descended the few steps into the garage. "I'll be back later and pack my things."

"No, James, don't go!" Tears ran down her cheeks, "Please, we can work things out!" Francie stepped between James and the Beemer's door, trying to block his exit.

His vision began to blur, he had to get away from her before he started to cry. James refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing how she crushed him. "I don't see any way we can, it's unfixable. Now please move." James gently shoved at her hips, attempting to gain access to his ride out of this hell.

"No, it is fixable! Nothing is impossible if we love each other!"

Pausing with one foot on the floorboard, James looked over the top of the car door at the tear stained face of his ex-fiancée, "You're so sure, aren't you?"

"I am! Love trumps all."

"I agree," Francie's heart feel lighter hearing James speak those two words, but everything crashed around her as he finished his sentence. "But I meant you're so sure that I love you...I don't."

What?! No! You're lying! "No! You do love me, I know you do! You said so!"

"Yeah, well, people say things all the time that they don't mean."

Settling into the driver's seat, James hit the button on the garage door opener, "Goodbye, Francie." The car's engine shot to life as he closed the door, shutting out Francie's pleas.

The cold air permeated the garage as James backed out into the driveway, leaving Francie slumped against her Land Rover.