Leave the Past Behind

Hours later, it was just around the time the function that they were going to attend to end, Flynn's office door unlocked and opened. Rhian subtly sucked in a breath unbeknown to their kid currently submerged in the world of Teletubbies.

Her husband was the first to make an appearance in the living room, though his emergence was absolutely neglected by his daughter, he gave his wife a wide grin and a nod with a small thumb's up. The session went as well as it could in such a short amount of time. Not to mention, a large sum was going to end up in their account later; but this was the least of Flynn's concerns.

"She's watching Teletubbies, Christian!" Rhian watched the young couple slowly showed their face in the living room long after her husband returned. They were beaming at each other. It appeared that whatever hot issue they originally had were resolved.

Perhaps only temporarily.

Perhaps reinforcements at a later stage was required.

"What's that?"

"You've never watched that?" The young woman gasped at her boyfriend who was staring at her goofily.

"What, are you going to suggest that we do that for our Christmas Eve?"

Rhian watched the banter thoroughly entertained. She didn't want to interrupt their moment, and neither did Flynn judging by the faint smile on his face, but they'd have to because they were trying to establish a routine for their daughter, so they'd always have dinner at around five or six.

"Rhian, I am so sorry to intrude on your family today," Anastasia brought her in once she recognized that they were now with company.

"No, we're happy to help any way we can. We weren't doing anything special anyway. Please, would you like to stay for dinner, or just a bit longer to catch up?" Rhian offered kindly, but it only made Anastasia feel worse.

"Oh no, please, resume your family time. I'm sure John is already sick of us by now," the young brunette declined, spying Christian chatting with the man on the side in hushed voices, but their demeanor seemed relaxed.

Rhian didn't insist any further, and they made small talks while they waited for the men.

Once Christian rejoined her, they made their way to the car together. She was till slightly edgy with the latest news that she had three bat shit crazy stalkers who were apparently now waiting for trial, which was a month away.

"Are you still mad at me?" He finally broke the silence on their drive back to the apartment at Elliott Bay.

"I'm not, and I wasn't."

He didn't seem the least bit convinced but he remained silent.

"I was just… caught off guard."

"Because I went against your wishes?"

"No, well not exactly. That might be part of the reason unknown to me, but I still don't like the idea of spilling my guts to a stranger and wait for their judgement."

"John was professional, wasn't he?"

"Yes, so I guess it's probably my pride that prevented me from seeing a therapist."

He couldn't exactly disagree with it, but he didn't want to make her mood plummet even more.

"My pride also stopped me from doing plenty of things, starting from admitting that I can't digest and internalize all the shit that had happened in the past by myself. Micro or macro, I had trouble accepting, so that prompted the series of thinking and abnormal ideology."

"You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You're human and you make mistakes, it's okay to seek help."

She nodded assenting but absentmindedly. Her mind was still reeling in something that John had said, which stuck with her as well as triggered her own reflection.

"Sex helps, seriously."

Perhaps she had been denying herself and Christian the pleasure that would add a sweetener to their purportedly plummeting relationship.

"I'd like to try something tonight," she whispered, perforating the silence that made Christian's mind race with conflicting doubts.

He glanced at her fleetingly before turning his attention back to the road ahead. She was faced away from the driver's seat and sporting an unreadable expression.

"Are you up to making dinner together?" She twisted around to stare at him just moments after he turned away.

"We can have Gail send something over, or eat out."

"I want to cook with you," she confessed softly, and almost shyly. It had taken a repeat of John's words and Christian's feelings to stop herself from ruining the moment by bringing up the flu and telling him that they shouldn't be in contact with too many people. "How does my lasagna sound?"

He gave her a genuine shy smile that only she had seen, the sight always made her heart flutter and her knees weak.

What Christian was worried about the most was not the lack of intimate physical connection they had, though he did crave for it. He was more concerned with the possibility of her returning to her previous mindset, and experience a major setback before beginning the therapy officially. All he wanted was to end the year on a good note to compensate for all that she had suffered through the year.

"Sure," he quipped lightly. "Lasagna sounds good to me. Especially, if it's your recipe," he grinned cheekily.

He idly wondered why she insisted on cooking at home, surely it wasn't about the influenza. John had got her to loosen up a lot already, and he didn't want to believe that she was this stubborn. They would more likely have to return to Flynn for more sessions in the near future to settle the last bit of tension so they could hopefully have a smoother sail in the new year together.

Nonetheless, he believed that they could have an untroubled holiday now that they were both somewhat at ease and had a deep meaningful conversation that had addressed the elephant in the room.

They soon arrived home and was greeted by their overzealous four year-old St. Bernard—strictly speaking, he was five years old now—who roughly and mindlessly gave each of them a hug before trotting back to the guest room.

"Tucks!" Christian heard from Anastasia in the guest room scolding their pup. He stifled a laugh knowing full well that Taco had probably stole another cardigan or scarf of hers from their bedroom.

When he arrived at the crime scene he saw Taco eyeing him from the corner that he had been banished to, he was screaming help but Christian needed to be on an united front with Anastasia in order to not spoil his attitude further. This pooch had already gotten away with a lot just by channeling his little puppy eyes at them.

Taco wasn't remotely a well-trained dog in any area compared to the examples on the internet, and nothing online seemed to match the description of their dog; he seemed like one of a kind with his own ideas. However, if Anastasia or Christian raised their voices and acted stern, Taco would pretend like they were wrongly accusing the most innocent hound on the planet. The moment they turned their backs, Taco would be bouncing up and down like nothing had happened.

Right now, that was exactly how Taco looked—wronged.

As expected, the moment the couple turned their backs and headed for the kitchen to prepare food for themselves, Taco leapt up and trailed behind them as if they were going to make him dinner.

"What are you doing out here like you didn't just empty my entire closet searching for my perfume?"

Christian chortled along with Taco's wagging tail, the pooch also laughed as he stick out his tongue and panted slightly.

Everything was now back to normal as it seemed, and Taco's mood was lifted with the tension in the apartment dissipated. Taco suddenly felt so much more joyful and delighted now that the stress was gone, he even behaved and sat down patiently waiting for one of the busy bees to notice his always growling stomach and drooling mouth.

After awhile of plain observation resulting only a few glances casted in his way, he upped his game and moved to sit in the center of the aisle between the stove and the island counter, so whenever the couple shuffled they would step on him and thus notice him.

"Did you see him just moving over to remind us of his presence?" Christian laughed, pointing.

"I thought that's because you got the ground beef in your hands," Anastasia glanced at Taco discretely before returning to her vegetable washing duty.

"Well, now's because of the sound of the plastic wrapper. Look at him," he chortled as he held up the empty wrapping at his nose to play with him. Taco stood on his hind legs when the wrapping lifted, and his nose didn't stop sniffing at the object held in the air. When he found out that he wasn't going to get it through force, he sat down like an obedient puppy that he was not, and stared at Christian expectantly full of hope.

Anastasia giggled when she moved past the duo to retrieve the frozen ground beef to put into the microwave to defrost. Their daft dog was still after the plastic wrapper, barely glancing at the actual meaty content that was removed from the bag. Taco peered at her from the side of his eyes like he was watching out for a potential enemy when she moved the beef into a plate.

"You know you could've been chewing on a real piece by now instead of licking a wrapper if you weren't so dumb and trusted Christian, of all people."

"I do give him treats, okay?" Said owner protested after his girlfriend's insinuation.

"After you tricked him in every possible way," she giggled, feeling sympathetic for this dog who would for sure die for food, if not getting sold with it.

"Trick or treat," he waved the plastic before Taco, taunting him.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend, she returned to prepping their food. He and Taco would make the perfect pair at the circuit, she sometimes believed. Between the two of them, she was more like the mom to Taco and Christian was just the older brother who would goof around and get the younger one in trouble with mommy.

"Start cutting up, Christian!" It was the older brother in trouble this time.

He tossed the wrapper to the side and immediately went to the cutting board, picking up the knife to go through the items placed next to it. Taco took it as the perfect chance to sneak up to the now unguarded plastic bag.

"Tucks," Anastasia called out sternly just before Taco had the chance to open his mouth and snatch it away, the tip of his nose was already touching the bag, and the moist from his nose had left a visible trail on the wrapper. "Forget it, Tucks."

The dog gave it one last sniff before moving on to sniffing Christian as if asking for compensation for getting caught redhanded. Instead, he got a tiny piece of cheese that Anastasia couldn't shred any further without hurting herself. He licked his lips and nose, not even a second after the dairy product disappeared in his mouth.

That clearly wasn't even remotely enough.

Anastasia watched the expression on Taco's face, and he appeared like one of those who was affronted for being deceived. It was as if she didn't actually feed him. His head dropped in disappointment once she showed him her empty palms. He trotted back to Christian; the older brother was easier to get tricked into giving him food.

He peered up at Christian with hopeful eyes that seemed to say, "mommy is starving me, so you feed me."

Christian didn't have anything for him either so he gave him a piece of carrot as if it was any similar to the cheese. Taco caught it happily but quickly spat it out to sniff at it, then take it back into his mouth chewing it like it was nastier than shit, but better than nothing.

Taco squared his shoulders next to the table, still sniffing at the empty plates expressing his desire to lick them clean before they go into the dishwasher.

"What's for dessert?" Christian daubed his mouth with a tissue paper. Taco's eyes followed his hands and his head tilted to the side at the question, as if he was wondering the very same thing.

"Dessert," Anastasia toyed with the word and watched Taco's head tilt to an even greater angle. "There's no dessert, Tucks."

"No dessert for you, Tucks, because you haven't even eat dinner."

"I've got another idea for our dessert," she announced, suddenly all coy and shy.

Christian's eyes lit up but dimmed almost right after, refusing to get ahead of himself.

"Go feed Tucks and I'll clear the table, or we can switch because Tucks also needs to go out."

"Wait," he stopped her, he was willing to do whatever if he had correctly deciphered her implication earlier. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking about dessert?"

She stepped away from the table to met him at the side gradually, to stall time. He trained his eyes on her and they followed her until she was standing right before him. He waited for her to make the first move, because he knew it would definitely be the other way around if they were heading down the path he was highly anticipating at the moment.

Just thinking about the possibilities excited him.

She slowly lifted her right hand, cupping his cheek and caressing his face with her thumb. Her love bracelet unveiled from beneath her long-sleeve sweater, catching light from the ceiling and shone proudly on her wrist. He internally beamed at it as he relished in her gentle touch.

"I was thinking…" he could feel her speak with his eyes closed, feel the air coming out of her mouth and hitting his lips. She leaned in closer and now he could feel the heat radiating off of her. "That we could have each other as dessert."

Rather than stupidly asking for a clearer confirmation, he assured himself that they were on the same page; at last.

He didn't wait for her to blink an extra blink and yanked her against him to close the remaining distance between their lips. She moaned into their kiss the instant their mouth collided, as if she had been missing this physical connection and she didn't even know it.

This kiss was everything she had—they had both— yearned for the longest time. The passion, the fury, and the fire poured into it made all the previous ones they shared improper and invalid. This should be what smooching your lover was like, and it should always be this way because they would always feel this way about one another.

"Go feed Tucks and take him out briefly. Wear a mask and don't talk to people. Change before you leave and make sure you wash your hands with soap after you come back. I'll be waiting for you… in bed."

That sounded promising!

The way she rattled orders at him only turned him on even more and made him want her even more than possible. Before he could give her a preview of what await them, she was in the kitchen with the dirty plates in her arms.

All of a sudden, he wasn't in a rush to marry her. The urge that had been there since he saw her in the hospital had diminished. Perhaps that was because he was no longer afraid of losing her, at least not so eagerly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

True to her words, he found her in bed on her stomach with her legs bent and feet swirling in the air scrolling through her phone with a serious expression.

The promise to wait for him in bed was the greatest motivation for him. He wasn't even that frustrated when Taco didn't cooperate and played around for a long time before deciding it was time to poop. By the time he was dragged home, he had already drained his bladder, which meant he had been having too much fun than he was actually allowed under the circumstances.

Christian crept out of the en suite and tip toed to the end of the bed. Anastasia had yet to notice his presence and the looming danger.

He lunged at her back and picked her up, making her yelp and her phone discarded somewhere during the process. She now had her back pressed tightly against his bare front.

"My dessert," he chuckled in her ear. "You promised me," he reminded her sultrily in her ear while nibbling along her neck down to her shoulder, all the while leaving a wet trail with the tip of his tongue. "Can I have it now? I want it now." He purred, making her shiver involuntarily, and he smirked lazily but triumphally at her reaction.

Her giggles grew louder with each teasing ministration from his mouth, and his hands didn't stop roaming her front while holding her tightly against him. He was buck ass naked, and he did that on purpose just to goad her.

He silently observed her reactions, and watched if there were any remaining hesitation in her regarding full penetration sex.

There was nothing but encouragement from her body language.

She was moaning, and gasping at each of his advances. He smirked proudly, this was exactly how he wanted her to be—relaxed and moaning in his arms without a care in the world, and just taking all the pleasure he was giving her. He would prefer to hear her scream like a wanton slut, but he wasn't sure how far she was going to let him take her tonight.

He felt her knees buckle when his thumbs tweaked his nipples, and her body slumped against his. She writhed in his arms, but her body was locked firmly against his, and there was nowhere she could go with her head already thrown back against his collarbone.

"Christian… oh!" She whimpered, grinding her hips against his thigh seeking just a tinge of friction.

He felt the moist and the heat through her covered sex, and he swore she was leaving her arousal all over his flesh because it definitely soaked through her panties.

"Are you going to cum like this?" He bit down on a mouthful of skin at the base of her neck where her veins pulsated loudly, sucking it and making loud noises that were now overtaking the sound of her own whimpers, moans, and pants.

That was what she had missed, and she had no idea she was so sensitive to his touch. She thought she would be taking control like she did the last time she blew him, but this felt so much better.

Suddenly, she was on her back.

"Christian!" That came out has half a protest and half in anticipation.

He laughed at her tone while hovering above her with his hands on each side of her head.

"Do you realize that you have too many layers on?"

"Undress me, then," she instructed breathily, arching her back to push her breasts upward so they were closer to his face. It was extremely inviting to him, but he resisted the urge just to tease her longer.

He made a move to lick it but moved away from it just millimeters apart where the tip of his tongue would touch her tit.

"Kiss me, baby," she panted out in mere desperation when he removed his mouth and sat up straddling her just to help her shed the clothes. She groaned at him as he did everything with the patience of a saint, the speed of an old snail, simply trying to prolong the torture.

He was enjoying every second of it.

Bastard!

She scowled at his lazy seductive smirk. His hands tossed the cloth away and shuffled south.

"Christian!" Her head shot up suddenly at the sound of fabric tearing apart.

"Your eyes were telling me everything, Ana," he quipped lightly and threw the torn panties to the ground. "You were cursing me in your mind with every coherent world you could think of for taking my sweet time."

He was spot on!

And, there she thought he was going to speed up the entire process and just get on with the main course when he slowed down again. First, he spread her legs wide apart. Next, he got in between them. Then, he nestled and shifted to get comfortable, positioning his face right before her glistening core.

Just when she was going to help move things along, he lowered his head and pried her folds open. He licked his lips, salivating at the sight in front of him, and pulled away to admire it for a few brief moments.

"So beautiful," he praised almost dreamily, whispering against her fully exposed pussy now within his tongue's reach.

She sucked in a breath in a futile attempt to rein in her cries when he gave her slick opening a long lick.

Oh, how I missed that tongue.

Christian grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks with each hand and cupped them, squeezing them occasionally; all the while feasting on her cunt and drinking up all her juice. All the emotions festered inside of her now breaking free as she cried out silently and her breath picked up.

"Her elbow could no longer support her weight as all blood rushed to her core and her head dropped to the bed, hitting the mattress. Her arms thrashed wildly, clawing at everything and anything within reach.

"Oh my," she gasped loudly.

Propping herself up on one elbow, the other reached down to push him even closer into her, as if the tongue that was twirling and teasing the walls inside of her vagina wasn't enough stimulation.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

"Baby…" she mewled, pulling at his hair. Her hand reached for her clit to add to push herself over the edge, but got shoved away. She lifted her legs and attempted to throw them over his shoulder blades, but that also got denied as he grabbed his inner thighs roughly.

"Ah!" The back of her head dropped to the mattress again with the addition of his teeth, grazing at her sensitive flesh and finally biting down on her clit—exactly where she wanted.

It was also what she needed to cum, gloriously.

"I'm not done yet."

Oh my, she's still on cloud nine.

"Bring it on!"

His fingers started to trail up and down her body, touching her everywhere and anywhere, but just not the apex of her thighs. They danced from her front to her back, from her calf to her thighs; her frustration was growing and she was getting impatient.

She whimpered again, and raised her hips in search of his hand for some much needed friction or touch.

"Whatever it is, you'll have to talk to me. Communication is very critical."

That teaser!

"I want you."

"You have me."

Just knew that he was going to say this! Might as well be blunt.

"I want your fingers in my pussy, then I want you to fill me up until your balls are slapping against my cunt!" She snipped impatiently in one breath—tramp Anastasia in the house.

If he was shocked by her dirty mouth, he didn't show it. Instead, he dutifully obliged. Only slightly altering her request a little.

"Whatever you want," he moved his hand all the way to her dampen core but didn't push his fingers in, instead, he moved them around feeling her texture and the way they seemed to pulsate under his touch.

After getting reacquainted with her sex once he felt her up, all the while distracting her with his mouth, he inserted one finger.

"Oh fuck, you're still so tight, Ana," he moaned in her neck. "Let's see how fast I can make you cum like this."

He added a second finger and sped up.

Her walls were quick to clamp down on his fingers, and her legs quivered at the new found intensity under this rapid pace that he had set.

"Come on, baby," he changed in her ear and curled his fingers so the tip scratched the inside of her walls. "I feel you quivering… cum for me."

Her moans only got louder, and she gasped trying to get out a coherent string of words, but all she could do was whisper a portion of his name. Her hips pushed down against his hand, meeting every thrust to push herself over the edge.

"Fuck my hand, baby. Use me to make yourself cum," he encouraged. His lips firmly wrapped around a nipple, playing with it using his tongue, sending her over into a frenzy.

"Yes, Christian!" She gripped his shoulders moving her hips faster until she was tipped over the edge.

"So tight!" He grunted next to her ear the same time she yelped in surprise at the intrusion when she was still orgasming. Her eyes immediately rolled to the back of her head, overwhelmed by the fullness. "Open your eyes and look at me," he growled in command.

Her eyes snapped opened at his rough order, this sounded more like the man she remembered—the Alpha male.

"Feel me, Anastasia," he demanded, moving in and out of her at a torturously slow pace.

Her sex was already oversensitive by now, and his sweet assault wasn't making it any better. She really was out of practice.

"Oh my god, Christian," she moaned when he pulled out to the tip only to push back in to the halt, and repeat the movement. His hand quickly found her clit through her tender folds, pinching it.

It was as if he wanted her to climax fast.

"This is too much," she thrashed her limbs, and her back arched even further into his chest. She only just came minutes ago and he was going to make her cum again.

He adjusted his angle so he was hitting a deeper spot. She screamed at the contact, and he smirked smugly like he had just hit jackpot.

"Take it, baby. Take it all," he responded that came out more like an order. That didn't stop her cries, it only got her to increase in volume.

His lips claimed hers but that only muffled her cries and intensified the tingling inside of her. She was screaming through her throat as her toes curled in the throes of passion, she was getting close and he could feel it. His pace picked up, and his hips gyrated against hers, determined to push two more orgasms out of her.

He squeezed his eyes shut and stilled his movements to stop himself from coming with her when she clasped down on him tightly. His teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and his fingers wrestled with her hair.

Her scalp was slightly damp with sweat, and as he steadied himself, he saw that her eye lids were getting droopy as she came down from the high; but he wasn't done with her, yet. He was a greedy man, and he wanted one more from her.

"Baby," he crooned and gnaw at her skin from one collarbone to the other across her front, leaving physical marks along the way to get her attention. "I need you, baby. Come back to me."

She blinked her eyes open, and was met with with his beaming smile. He began to move again, and he could see the pleasure slowly overtaking her sleepiness.

He quickened his pace, knowing if he wished to cum together with her, he'd need to make it fast, because this impending orgasm would knock her out cold.

My girl needs to build her stamina; she needs training.

"Cum with me, Ana," he chanted wheezingly and latched onto whichever area of exposed skin he could reach, from her throat to her sternum. He sat up, putting more weight on his knees and pounded into her harder. "Ready?" He growled.

She nodded, locking eyes with him.

"Fuck! Ana, baby!"

He heaved, rolling his eyes to the ceiling and gripped her hips as he rode out both of their orgasms. That was the last he'd seen of her beautiful blue orbs that night.

He chuckled affectionately at her blissful expression, she was now passed out with both of their cum leaking out of her. He would've been so turned on that he'd take her again in a different position if she wasn't so exhausted and passed out.

Reluctantly, he removed himself from her warmth to retrieve a wash cloth to wipe the both of them clean before climbing into bed next to her. Hugging her nude form to his bare skin, it was too long ago since he last did this with her; or with anyone. It was as if every problem had been resolved, and they could now claim their happily ever after.

Tomorrow would be Christmas day, and he had plans for them, and she was still unaware of them. However, he thought since John had helped settled her mind, and hopefully he had eased her stress with earlier's activity, she might be open to the idea of going somewhere with him.

He'd like to take her to meet his grandparents, the pair that he truly felt a connection with, and offered him unconditional and unlimited support.

Just like the woman currently snoring softly in his arms, tucked under his chin.

The GEH Christmas party had been rescheduled to Boxing Day after a vote, and he hoped that he wouldn't get in trouble with her for not actually cancelling it like she had demanded in the email.

For now, he had decided to not dwell on it because it would only stress himself out.

So, he closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her naked torso, at least he got to fall asleep like this every night from now on, and it was already a dream come true.

It didn't matter if he was still the Elite Bachelor.

They were woken up by the blaring sound of his alarm. It was only five in the morning, but that was the time when he usually took Taco out for their morning run. Though, considering that it was the holiday season and the flu season, he thought he could lay in a little longer before forcing himself away from the warm and soft body pressed against him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly, noticing that she was also awake, thought not fully.

"Sore," she hummed into his chest.

"Good," he leaned down and smacked a loud kiss on her lips proudly. "But, I meant how're you feeling psychologically."

"Oh," she giggled giddily. "Much better," she answered, peering up at him through her lashes. "I feel so much calmer and like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulder. I've been so wound up tight lately that I don't even realize."

He gazed at her in pure adoration.

"I'm sorry if I've made you suffer."

He shook his head instantly dismissing that idea. "No, you haven't made me suffer."

She smiled and caressed his cheek, then stroked his bare chest.

"I love you, baby," he told her, sporting a stupidly huge grin. "But, I need to go take Tucks out."

"Way to ruin the moment," she pouted playfully but he knew she'd be asleep the moment he got out of bed. "Don't be long," she told him as she watched him move away from the bed, and the next time he turned around, her eyes were closed and her breath evened.


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