by Tina
His lips met hers so quickly she didn't know exactly what was happening. Before she could begin to understand it, she was already taken over by that so familiar feeling. Her knees went weak, her stomach was filled with mad butterflies and she lost control of pretty much every inch of her body. But they still kept on acting, on instinct. Her lips caressed his, gladly kissed him back. Her arms embraced him tightly around the waist and she welcomingly opened her mouth, craving for more.
Instict.
Something she had repressed for so many years. But he managed to bring it up in her.
It was the right thing to do... The only thing to do.
After all, there was no one out there who could ever make her feel the way he did. Who could deprive her of reason like that. She knew things would not get easier this way, but she couldn't help it. She had to have him. It had been so long, she had almost forgotten what it was like to have his arms around her, his lips on hers.
And now there he was, refreshing her memory. Probably opening cuts, but also healing so much. The pain was suddenly vanished. He could take it all away like that, so easily. How could there ever been a day when she thought she could live without him?
Their tenderness, intimacy and connection were still there.
And there was no stopping now.
Ross couldn't let go of her. He had promised himself if he ever got a real chance to be with her again, he would grab it with both hands. And even though this vow was alternated with another one which told him he shouldn't fall for Rachel's uncertainty again, he chose to follow the first one for the time being. Because kissing her was beyond discription. All he could think was that having her again seemed, at the moment, worth any pain it might cause in the future.
So... to hell with everything else.
Simply kissing him was getting Rachel heated up. In the rushed blur she was merged on, she couldn't stop her hands from traveling all the way up his back and down to his butt. When he did the same, her temperature rose further up and she pulled him even closer.
He finally took his lips from hers to kiss her perfect neck and collarbone. He pressed her against the bathroom wall as she moaned quietly. He smiled and continued to kiss her everywhere he could, even through the fabric of her clothes. Whenever they were together, he always wanted to make sure she was enjoying herself. And it wasn't a hard thing to do. Not only he loved pleasing her - it made him enjoy himself even more - but also because Rachel loved making love.
Whenever they were together, which happened with great frequency when they were together, it was because they both wanted to. Because it brought them together and because it was good.
Sensing things were getting too carried away in the bathroom, Ross looked up at her. Though he was very much afraid anything could make her change her mind, he also didn't want that magical moment of theirs to happen right on the bathroom floor. It would only label it as an irrational instict.
He knew it could easily be called that. But he also desperately wanted to turn this into something else. Something else that could change their future.
"Maybe we should, hm, move this to the bedroom" Ross carefully picked his words, and still thought they didn't come out right.
Nevertheless, she nodded.
"Okay" she mumbled through an uneven breathing.
Before they left, he quickly opened the drawer she had opened a few days ago and picked up a condom.
On the way into the bedroom, he wrapped his arms around her waist again and pulled her close. She instantly resumed kissing him and soon they fell onto the bed. While she opened the buttons of his shirt and planted fire-y kisses on his chest, he watched her and caressed her waist.
It was surreal.
She looked up at him and smiled when she saw the look on his face. She shifted herself up towards him and they linked their lips. He rolled on top of her and just having his weight over hers was overwhelming. And his hands, God, she loved his hands...
So many memories of so many wonderful moments.
And this was now one of them.
The knowledge they had on each other added up to the time they had been apart resulted on what they could only call the best night they'd ever shared. Every act was so meaningful and filled with so many feelings Rachel couldn't even begin to list. This was like a retreat. They understood each other whenever they made love, it was a peaceful and sacret moment.
They had decided to put their problems aside. It was not the time for them. They needed to be together as if everything was okay, as if they were the only ones in the world and there was nothing to worry about. And after the weight had been carried off their backs with that one kiss which started it all, they enjoyed the intire night with the single worry of making the best of it.
And they did.
That lightness sensation kept on going for hours after they were done.
Both awake, yet silent, they laid still in bed for hours, not wanting to completely surrender themselves to slumber. They were trapped somewhere between reality and dreams, just awake enough to feel each other's presence; their arms, body and breathing. To savour that feeling, not allowing it to end much too soon.
Ocasionally, Rachel would feel him stroking her. Either her hair, her bare shoulders or naked back. She would pay him back by kissing his lips softly.
How could she bring herself to end this moment?
But when the alarm clock beside his bed marked 4 a.m., she decided she should leave to her own room before she fell asleep for good. She didn't want their kids to wake up and find out she had slept there. It was a risk she couldn't take, even though it was unlikely to happen.
She looked up at him and noticed his eyes were closed. Maybe he'd finally fallen asleep. But when she tried letting go of him, he opened his eyes.
"What?" he whispered.
"I should go now. The kids might be up early and I shouldn't sleep in here" her voice was barely heard.
"Oh"
He finally let go of her and she sat up. He watched as she slowly dressed herself and, before she could leave, he spoke again.
"Rach" she turned to look at him "Tonight... What did it- what does it mean?"
He didn't know how else to put it.
She sighed and knelt down next to him. Affectionately, she rested her face on his, their noses right next to each other's, and took a deep breath. She was not yet fully on control of her actions. But then again sometimes she would wonder if she ever was, when it came to Ross. Specially in such moments, when she found herself to be so much in love with him.
"No matter what I've said or eventually say... I love you, Ross"
He backed away just enough to look into her eyes.
"I love you too"
And with one last passionate kiss, she left the room.
Though she was tired from spending the last few nights practicly awake, Rachel couldn't sleep. She kept remembering everything that had just happened and was having trouble believing it herself. After everything that had happened the last few years, she never imagined they could be able to share much more than mere words.
Having him kiss her, touch her, make love to her... was, therefore, beyond her capacity of comprehention.
But it had happened.
She closed her eyes and let her memory replay the evening in her head. She could still feel his lips on hers, himself in her. The rush of emotions, the desire, the explosion. He always had her so satisfied and yet so anxious for more.
She had to have more of him.
Riiing, riiing, riiing
Rachel looked at her watch. It was 5:30. She smiled to herself.
Ross was going jogging.
She got up and looked through the many shopping bags she had placed next to her suitcase. She pulled out gym clothes and a new pair of sneakers from them and didn't take long to put them on.
When she heard the door to Ross' room open, she quickly picked up a sweatshirt and left her room.
"Hey, mind if I join you?"
Ross turned around and was surprised to see Rachel there. He smiled broadly and nodded, feeling too overwhelved to even speak.
Silently, they entered the elevator together and Ross pressed the button to the ground level. When he looked over at Rachel, he saw her putting her hair up in a ponytail. Gazing at her neck, he couldn't help but spot a trace from their little thing just a few hours ago.
She must've noticed the look at his face, because she quickly turned and looked into her reflection in the mirror. At first, she gasped. Then, she just laughed. Ross smiled and chuckled. This had to be a good sign, huh?
She looked at him and shook her head, a smile on her face.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty..."
Ross simply chuckled again.
The elevator door opened and they stepped out. They walked out of the builting and crossed the desert street to the beach. The sky was still painted pale blue with uncountable shades of orange, as the sun was rising on the horizon. The win blowing was chilly and it made Rachel's cheeks turn red. Ross looked at her and smiled, as they just kept on slowly walking along the coast.
Normally, he would run. But... not that morning. That morning, he just felt like walking peacefully and admiring how beautiful she was.
She looked at him and you couldn't tell she was blushing, due her already pink cheeks.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just..."
He trailled off, but by the look on her face he could tell she was expecting him to finish that sentense.
"I just sometimes can't believe how beautiful you really are"
Rachel's heart skipped a beat.
She just looked straight ahead again and lovingly let the back her hand brush on his, taking some time before playing with his fingers and then finally holding his hand.
Wow, tones of things to say to the reviewers (and readers in general ;)). First of all, don't worry, I am not rushing this. As I said, everything's pretty much planned in my head and it won't be all easy stuff, you know? Don't be fooled by this chapter. There's still so much to come (but I am also not changing the whole setting!).
Hmm... and one review in particular got me pretty upset. I know it probably wasn't this person's intention, but... what do you mean, 'how would Ross think about moving to Brazil'? Brazil's a wonderful country! Is he too good for it, or something? Rachel is a city girl, I know that. Rio de Janeiro is a big city, did you know that? We have a huge fashion industry here too. Powerful brands, I might say. Sorry, I know you probably didn't mean to offend me like that, but people don't know enough about my country and keep saying stuff like that (oh, you wouldn't believe the things I've heard in my whole life!). Just for the record, we don't live in trees and there's no such thing as the monkey desease. Now do both me and you a favor by going to Google and typing "Rio de Janeiro" on the Image search. That's all I ask!
And I'm gonna say this once... I don't mind my spelling's not the best.
Other than that... whoa... :) Thanks for all the reviews, you guys are the best!! :) Sorry I got carried away, but I'm in the worst mood! : Don't be scared to leave me a review now though, lmao! They make me feel a whole lot better! ;)