After checking on the babies one last time, Frank made his way to the master bedroom and quietly closed the door behind him. Shay sat on the bed leaning back against the headboard, her legs tucked up underneath her. She was wearing one of his dark blue dress shirts and it brought out the brightness of her sky blue eyes. When she held a hand outstretched to him, he smiled softly and reached over to the switch to dim the lights softly.
Crawling across the bed on all fours, he stopped and knelt beside her. "You're wearing my shirt," he remarked softly.
Shay nodded and pulled the shirt tightly around her. She had nearly lost the man she loved and holding any part of him close to her seemed a comfort.
Frank read the pained expression that shone in her brilliant eyes. "I'm sorry about your mother, Ashling," he whispered as he drew up next to her and sighed contentedly when she snuggled into his arms.
"So am I, my love...but my mother died when I was a child. That woman was a stranger, a stranger who left her daughter in order to resume her life as a government assassin. She allowed herself to be a programmed killer..." she trailed off.
"So your father said...I wonder if she chose that life or it chose her?"
"I don't know. How long ago do you think she was programmed for this? Is it just some weird cosmic coincidence that it was my mother?"
Frank rested his cheek softly on top of her head. "Sooner or later, we'll find out. How're you doing, Baby?"
Shay smiled as she nuzzled his neck and slipped her hand underneath his shirt to run her fingers over his rippled abdomen. "I'm just fine, Tiger. The question should be, how are you?"
He groaned heatedly at her touch and shifted to lie over her when she stretched her legs out from underneath her. As he removed his shirt, he felt her soft touch cover the bruise on his chest from where the bullet impacted against the Kevlar. "Never better. Is there anything you need?"
"Just you," she whispered, lifting herself up to place a tender kiss on his bruise.
"Are you sure, baby? You've had a lot to deal with today," he reasoned and slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, pressing soft kisses to the flesh that was revealed with each unfastened button. He lifted his head and gazed at her lovingly as she pressed her hands tenderly to either side of his face.
"I'm incomplete without your love," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. "Please, baby...show me your love."
Her plea and her need reached him down to his very soul. A soul that had belonged to her from the moment he laid eyes on her. As he lowered himself to capture her lips in a fiery kiss, he whispered, "Avant que les étoiles et la lune ne brillent plus, ma belle femme."
Shay smiled adoringly when the kiss ended. "Et pour une éternité après qu'ils s'effacent, nous appartiendrons toujours ensemble."
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Avant que les étoiles et la lune ne brillent plus, ma belle femme = until the stars and moon no longer shine, my beautiful wife.
Et pour une éternité après qu'ils s'effacent, nous appartiendrons toujours ensemble. = and for an eternity after they fade, we shall still belong together.
~finis~ for now... a new adventure featuring Jake and Frankie will begin soon (and posted under Gypsy's penname) As for who is behind all this... all will be revealed in time...in time. --Dreamy