Disclaimer: I promise that the only characters in this story that are owned by me are Analise and her son. Dammit…..Oh and by the way because I got yelled at by some anonymous person whom now I really don't like so now Jean will now be Gene.

Chapter Three

Gene looked up at his long lost love with extreme surprise dancing on his face. Her face still looked as smooth as cream but her eyes were dark and lonely like they'd witnessed the death of the universe. Her hair didn't have the same bright shine and her posture was hard and stiff like a soldier's. On her bare arms he could see traces of bullet wounds where she'd once been shot. Her muscles tensed and relaxed with each breath of sweet air that she took. But she was still so beautiful.

Jean climbed up off the floor and gaped at the woman. Should he go touch her to make sure she was real? Was this just another one of his cruel dreams that leads him to believe that she'd finally come back to him? Gene shuffled his feet across the floor slowly making his way to what he hoped wasn't a figment of his imagination. He reached out and touched her hand preparing himself for the moment when she'd disappear. Her hand was warm and he could feel her heartbeat through her palm. Very slowly he reached up with the other hand and tried to touch her face begging for her not to disappear. As he laid his hand on her face he felt a sharp pain in his shin.

"GET OFF MY MOM!" Tony was screaming after having kicked Gene in the shin. Gene stumbled backwards grasping onto his knee. Analise glared down at her son. "Tony!" Tony's face became blank then filled with fear as he stared back up at his mother.

Gene glared up at Tony then a goofy grin spread across his face. "I just figured out why this kid is familiar." He chuckled while staring at the fuming boy. He's my son. Tony's sharp eyes were filled with malice and determination. His tiny fists clenched and unclenched like he was trying to squeeze the life out of something. Gene couldn't help but laugh at the determination in his son's squished face.

"Stop it, Tony. You're being ridiculous." Analise giggled. "But, moooooom. He was gonna kiss you!" Gene's face turned a deep red that could've blended well with his hair. Analise giggled and grabbed Gene's hand. "It's alright, Tony. Time for bed." She sighed and waved her hand towards a solid oak door. "Okay, mom. 'Night!" Tony hugged his mom's waist but glared at Gene. Analise gently patted his head and whispered, "Goodnight, my little outlaw. I'll see you in the morning."

"The morning….my god….how long was I out for?" Jean mumbled as he watched Tony scramble through his bedroom door and shut it tightly. Gene stared at Analise still in shock that after so many years she was standing right there in front of him. Analise sighed and looked back at Gene. "I'm sorry about that. He's not very good with me being around men. He's waiting for his Dad to show up so we can be a happy family." Gene snapped out of his dream world and blinked at Analise.

Without warning Gene wrapped Analise in his arms and kissed her roughly. He couldn't remember how he'd managed to live without her sweet taste on his lips. Her perfect figure fit his so perfectly. Every curve every line. So perfect. Her warmth sent Gene into a daze like a narcotic drug. Slowly he pulled away gazing lovingly into her deep dark eyes. Analise stared back at him her now pink blood-flushed lips quivering. "Gene…" his name sounded so sweet escaping on her breath. He didn't dare let her go. Not again. Not ever.

Analise took a step back trying to escape his embrace. "Please, Analise. I haven't seen you in so long." There was no fooling him. Gene could see the want…no…the need in her eyes as she studied him. How long had it really been since he'd last seen her? How long had it been since the last time he'd felt this way? "Analise…." She was so afraid. But why?

Her soft eyes were trembling with yearning as Gene held her closer. "Please don't deny me this, Analise. It's been too damn long." Gene whispered into her ear as she ran her slender fingers over his chest. "Don't worry…I'm not." She said with a breath of relief as she crashed her lips down upon his. Gene grunted with surprise but lifted her bridal style from the floor. Analise pulled away for one second to point at another solid oak door down the hallway from Tony's room. Gene snickered and in the blink of an eye he was stepping through her doorway.

Beyond the hall there was a lavish queen size bed with a thick feather down blanket spread over the top. Plush pillows stood erect against the headboard. Gene pushed Analise down onto the bed straddling her hips and nibbling her neck greedily. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her throat as he ran his hands over her perfect curves. Gene kissed her gently then heard her whisper,"Now, Gene….I'm ready."

I warn you…the next chapter does contain Lemon…YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!