Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They are owned by NBC and the actors who portray them.
It was a cool breezy morning on the streets of New York. The sun seeped through Maritza's curtains and on to her face. She groggily awoke, and looked at the empty space next her. Why would he leave? She thought. After last night she would've thought that she would have to beg him to get out of bed. Besides leaving before he woke up was her thing. She replayed the previous night in her head.
She had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a knock at her door.
"Hey" he simply said
"Bosco what are you doing here ?" she asked, confused
"Can I come in ?" he asked
"Sure , can I get you anything " she said
Cruz was really surprised to see him because she knew that Bosco blamed her for his brother's death.
" No I'm good"
"Uhm Bosco it's pretty late what are doing here?"
He stepped in close to her
" I…. I just needed to see you " he said
"How come , Are you ok ?"
" I miss him Maritza , and I don't know what to do. I don't know how I'm supposed be strong for my Mother when I can't even handle it myself."
"Oh Bosco, it's gonna be ok alright. You just got to take it one step at a time ok ."
They went over to her couch and sat down.
She let him lean her.
She had never seen him like this.
" I don't think that I can handle this alone." He said
" You don't have to she said. I'm here for you whatever you need."
" Thanks. But right now the only thing I need is you."
He leaned over and kissed her. At first she pulled away but she couldn't resist her desire and she gave into him the kiss that started out innocent turned into pure passion.
They kissed insanely and gave each other pleasure in every position possible. She remembered the way that he kissed her neck, the way that he started out licking her breasts and ended up sucking them until she moaned out of control . She remembered how he got hard before the lovemaking even began. She remembered the rhythm of their passionate intimacy. And she especially loved to remember one part imparticular the way that it entered her and never wanted to leave as if it had a mind of it's own.