AN: This is a sequel to Fighting Redfox, which you must read first in order to understand the events of this story. Both stories are interconnected.
I had been struggling to write for sometime since my brother's death involving heroin. As I wrote in Fighting Redfox, this sequel contains drug usage; not all who are drowning within the drug's hold are bad people. Not at all. Sadly they just made one bad choice. The rest were made against their wishes, against their better judgement, which could have/may have led to their untimely end. It's not up to us to determine their fate, but we must help them do what is right through encouragement. This story has strong redemption themes as well: there is still hope for the ones still caught in narcotic traps.
Note that I am unwilling to discuss opinions over drug usage/addiction in general in the reviews/comments, as that is reserved for the story itself. If you wish to speak with me regarding the topic, feel free to PM me.
Fighting Redfox and Finding Gryder are dedicated to my brother, Brian.
Storyline: [AU] Recruited by Sting, Mest Gryder begins his descent down a dark path that carries him to the better half of his life. With a family of his own now, he knows about sacrifice. After witnessing a crime, he and Gajeel again enter the struggle against the destructive life they had rejected. It's the fight of a lifetime for both father and son in this Fighting Redfox sequel. [Two plot converg/lemons] *Major character death warning
Two separate plots - the past and the present - collide as events unfold.
*Rated Mature - There is intense language, violence, drug usage, and some sexual situations. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
*I do not own any of the media.
*I do not own any of Fairy Tail - that's all Hiro Mashima.
AN: This chapter is Gryder's past, which all Past sections will be italicized just like I had written in Fighting Redfox.
** - 'footnote' for Fighting Redfox excerpt
If you have read most of my works, then you know there is a purpose for the certain details within the two plots and the bottom Present section here, which is basically all lemon. ...you're welcome...
There could be errors. I'll edit it later. I wanted to get this out before I went to work.
Chapter Two - Wounds Mend
The smell of a familiar smoke entered his nostrils. It was sweet, but at the same time, there was a musty staleness. Unfortunately, he was now awake, though he kept his eyes closed. The longer he laid there in his bed, the stronger that scent became. All he wanted to do was sleep. He had never been a morning person.
He silently cursed the one who woke him up in the small, single-wide mobile home.
Dragging himself to the edge of his bed under protest, Gryder sat there with his elbows on his knees. He held his face in his hands. His whole head was killing him. It felt as if he had taken a beating. Heaviness weighed him down, like he had bricks tied to his mass of curling brown hair. A groan threatened to become audible in his throat, but if he let it loose, he might puke.
Slowly he stood up, keeping himself steady with a hand to his broken dresser. Pulling on his gym shorts and a grey t-shirt that probably smelled a bit like the night before, he hobbled out of his small glorified bedroom, which was actually closer in likeness to a walk-in closet. He stumbled down the short, narrow hall to the bathroom.
The door was locked. He took a breath and turned to head back down the smoke-filled hall.
When he entered the living room, he was met with a more pungent scent of burning plant and a scratchy female voice. "And where were you last night?"
Gryder's mother sat on the cigarette-burned loved seat in her flower-printed bathrobe. On the short coffee table before her was a tapered glass bowl smaller than his palm and a few lighters. A clear sandwich bag of brownish green nuggets was twisted shut and lying in the open.
He scowled. "If you're in here, then who's takin' a shit in the bathroom?"
"Don't worry about it," his mother replied. "Answer my question, Mest."
Gryder rolled his eyes and ignored her as he walked past to the kitchen.
He never took her seriously anymore. All she did was get high, have sex with strange, random men, and waited for it all to happen again the next day. If she did work her shift at the gas station down the street, it wasn't to make an income to keep the pathetic excuse for a home. If she didn't get anything pleasurable out of it, then it wasn't worth her time.
Which is why Gryder assumed she didn't want him, but had to care for him out of obligation since he was still seventeen.
She let him do whatever he pleased, though when he didn't do what she told him to or wanted, she tried to act the like the good, responsible parent that she was most definitely not. It was too late for respect if that's what she wanted. The once pretty and polite woman he called his mom was now just an ugly bitch.
"Hey, don't walk away from me!" her voice rose, and then she began a bout of coughing from the smoke she had earlier inhaled.
Quickly rummaging through the kitchen for some sort of breakfast before he left, he absently listened to her hacking. On the tiny countertops were a number of empty beer cans and large liquor bottles half full with a golden liquid. At the sight of them he felt the queasiness of a hangover emerge from the pit of his stomach. The trashcan next to the refrigerator was piling up. No one but him could be bothered enough to take it out to the curb. His upper lip curled up in disgust; he lived in a goddamned trashed mess.
Not finding anything to eat for on the go, he felt the queasiness become a little more aggressive. The only thing that made it subside was more alcohol or to smoke something, and he had already been in trouble multiple times at school for drinking -not that it really mattered much.
He came back to the coffee table just as his mother had gotten her coughing fit under some control. Snatching up the bowl and one of the lighters, he lit the black-singed plant packed into it while he sucked in a deep breath. The white smoke entered his lungs and he held it for a few seconds. There was a bitter aftertaste in his mouth as he slowly released the breath. The same white smoke flew from his mouth in a puffy cloud.
"Feel better?" she asked. She frowned, but didn't move to reprimand or take the bowl from him.
Lighting up the bowl again, he sucked in another breath, though not as deep, and quickly let it out before tossing it back to her. He pocketed the yellow lighter.
"You never answered my question."
"I was out."
His mother eyed him. "I'm aware. Where were you?"
"Why the hell do you care?" he viciously spat.
Anger flared up inside his chest, though he felt his hostile emotions dying down now that he had smoked the weed. And it was the good kind. It began to calm him him, as well as his stomach. Maybe he could now function with the killer hangover he had expected. The baggie must have been particularly expensive; he automatically wondered what kind of man was in their bathroom.
Kicking up his black backpack he moved towards the front door, but remembered if he wanted anything to eat that day, he needed his phone. With a scowl, Gryder marched back to his room to grab it off its charger. As he emerged, the man who had spent the night with his mother popped out of the bathroom.
It was a wretched sight.
In his underwear and nothing else, he looked like a fat, washed up CEO of a failed company with his balding hair and a faded mark on the finger where a wedding band used to be. He saw Gryder and tried to smile, only coming up with a false cheery "hey Sport" out of sheer surprise.
It had had to be one those guys. The ones who think they are in the right even when they are wrong.
"Fuck off," Gryder growled, and he continued without a hitch into the living room. He could feel the man's presence behind him. How dare he assume he knew what kind of person he was. Hey Sport...
All he felt was pent up anger. He was mad at everything. Life was so unfair to the point of insanity. So many things went through his mind. What if he lost his phone, the only way to get a ride, to communicate with his friends, or communicate in general? What if he couldn't make any money? What if he got caught while trying to make that cash? What if he did get a job? Then all his income would go towards his mother's shit habits. Never mind trying to make it on his own with her in the background.
As an afterthought, Gryder snatched up the weed bag and dumped a little out before his mom could yell at him. Some broken nuggets scattered over the glass; it was her half until she could get more or until she got ahold of stronger stuff, which was only a matter of time. A suspicious part of him suspected that she had already dabbled into it. Snorting, or maybe mainlining, but he would never know unless he saw her bare arms.
Continuous use of weed didn't make one physically look like his mother did nowadays.
With his mother's pissed off shouts with intermittent coughing behind him, Gryder stuffed what was left in the baggie into his backpack and walked out of the trailer without a second glance back, slamming the door shut. He was sure there would be moments where he could smoke some of it and then sell the rest to make a little cash between now and late tonight when he came home.
If he did.
Most nights he'd spend with his girlfriend or at his best friend's. His mother never bothered to find out where he was knowing that he had a phone and she could just call him.
Hastily walking down the street, Gryder flipped open the prepay phone and pressed a few buttons before bringing it to his face. "Hey man. Pick me up."
"Where ya at?"
"Where else?" he replied with a sarcastic tone. He fought to keep it neutral, as it should have been no surprise.
Walking to the end of the street, he waited by the stop sign for his friend's beat up chevy. It wasn't uncommon for Gryder to call him in the mornings before school and it never took long for Lahar -who lived a few blocks over in a one story- to meet him at the red sign at the four-way stop.
Kicking a rock across the street, Gryder looked up and noticed a man in a silver car in the parking lot of the corner gas station, diagonally across from where he stood. The man had blond hair and it looked like he was sipping from a disposable cup.
He turned when he heard the roar of an engine nearing. Gryder quickly approached the truck as it came to an abrupt halt. Lahar didn't wait for him to shut the door before he took off. With the black backpack in the middle of the bench seat, Gryder let out a breath.
"You alright?" Lahar asked. His eyes stayed on the street.
"Sure," Gryder said. "Did you notice the guy in the car back there?"
Lahar squinted as he continued down the street, passing curbed and oncoming vehicles with ease. Everywhere he looked there were cars with people in them. "Uh, yea they're everywhere, man."
Gryder turned in his seat. He had never seen that kind of car in their neighborhood. It was a nice looking car. A newer model. One of which the owner wouldn't want to find himself alone at night in the area. "You didn't see the Charger at the gas station?"
"Why the fuck would a nice car like that be doing in this shithole part of town?" Lahar spat. "Are you high or somethin'?"
He was, but his friend did not need to know it. His eyes were glassy but he could hide the high very well. "No, it's just weird," he casually lied. He shut his mouth and remained quiet, content now to listen to the radio as the truck carried them towards the highway.
The town's school was now within view. It was a large brick building, the blacktop parking lot was just as large. It was already beginning to fill up with students who drove themselves. Gryder would have had a car had he been living another life; he didn't even have his licence thanks to his druggie mother.
The truck was parked and both boys hopped out. They migrated towards the entrances along with the rest of the arriving students. Green eyes smoothly searched out the teenagers he knew would be willing to part with their money for the weed he possessed. If he made enough, he wouldn't go hungry the next week.
Before he made it to the steps leading to the main set of double doors, he heard the sound of an engine loudly roar. It was not uncommon since the parking lot was nearby. However it the kind of deep, exciting throttle that vibrated one's insides if within close vicinity. He knew no one who lived in town would have owned something that rousing. That flashy.
He turned his head towards the road, stopping on one step. Kids passed him, a few bumping into his backpack slung over one shoulder. The same roar caught his attention. Sunlight flashed on the silver Charger's body. Gryder watched the blond man within guide the expensive car down the right side of the pavement.
Maybe he was too high to be sure. But he could swear it was the same man he saw in the same car a down the street from his home. And it looked as though he glanced towards him as he drove away.
"At the end of the road, when you look back at the years that have been given to you, there is a peace.
You don't observe the bad times. The difficulties, the stress. You don't relive those points. There is only tranquility. Your eyes see everything, but your heart only views the best parts. There's no regrets. And if there happens to be one, it is that you should have done more with the love you had received. You should have loved more. Unapologetically. Truly.
That love you feel deep inside is something you don't hold back, ever…"
The cool day had given way to a warmer evening. Earlier clear skies had vanished and in its wake were rolling grey clouds. By the time Gryder pulled up their drive, it was nearing dusk. The dark clouds hid the light of the setting sun, making it look much later in the night than it actually was.
Melina smiled as the two of them entered their home. It was messy, as two children would inevitably make it. There were more joys to having children, and even more cleaning. A pang of guilt hit her chest.
She looked at the toys her oldest had left in the living room, spread haphazardly across the carpet. She had been a little excited when her husband told them they would sleep over at her parents. Some grandparent loving was long overdue, but she knew Gryder had an alternate reason.
A reason that still made her stomach jolt. Was she ready? Really ready to take that expected step out of the darkness of her mindset? Negativity had always been present for her, maybe she had chosen it. Certainly not for her children.
But a large part of her wanted what only Gryder could give her. It was more than physical. It was in everything. There was reason.
Just like she had when they had first begun their complicated, yet thorough relationship. It seemed like such a long time ago, though it was only six years prior.
"Entering through the open door, he strode purposefully towards the bed to set her down on the made up mattress. Melina righted herself, glancing at him in the process.
"So your scheme worked?"
"Yea, I'm sure Sting knew what I was doing though." He absentmindedly wandered to the window.
"He did? Is that a bad thing?"
Gryder grunted, but shook his head. "Can't pull anything over on him. But he'll keep our secret."
Melina nodded and checked her arms. The redness was beginning to fade, but the burn was still present. Her attention shifted from her roughed skin to the window. Gryder's back was turned to her. She slowly scanned down his backside, from his broad shoulders to his lean yet muscular frame, wondering why he did the things he did for her. The reasons he protected her.
"Why do you care so much about what could happen to me?"
The man she considered walked back to lean against the dresser across from her. His bright eyes observed the young woman sitting there on its edge. Lips slid back from his teeth in a rough smile.
"How could I not?" He responded directly, haphazardly crossing his bare arms.
They were silent. The mood in the room was thick, and tension seemed to form a rope between them. It pulled on their torsos like an anchor sinks with weight. He tried to disregard his desire, but the pull intensified as he took in the sight. It was as if something about her, something deep and subconscious, was anchored to him in some intricate, fantastical way…"**
She felt Gryder brush past her as he walked from the door at her back to turn on the dimmed lighting of their living room. It wasn't so bright as to disrupt her current thoughts. Thoughts of when things had been confusing and so simple at the same exact time.
"Melina shivered as a breeze hit them. Immediately, Gryder let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her. His hand rubbed her upper arm while his other held the cigarette to his mouth. She looked up at him as he blew out a lungful of smoke.
"Aside from the intimidating men across the table, tonight was nice. And interesting," she said nonchalantly, watching him tap the back passenger window in signal that the rest of them were about to arrive.
"Yea? It would have been nicer if it was just the two of us," he replied in kind. "What made it interesting?"
"I mean, how many can say they listened in on an illegal deal?" She quietly murmured to him. "I'm relieved that I'm here and not on the other side of a deal." She indicated to the black vehicle.
He hugged her tighter as they simply stood in the empty parking space beside it. He sucked in a drag. "You will never be on that side."
"Ever?"
"You will never be on that side," he repeated reassuringly, pressing her close to him as he spoke, the words letting out the smoke into the night air. He tossed the cigarette filter onto the pavement and wrapped his free arm around her."**
"Honey."
Words pulled Melina to the present.
She blinked up at the man she had loved since she was seventeen. The man who had been her first. Her first of everything. He stood in front of her, lovingly gazing down into her red eyes. His hand touched her elbow.
"You ok?"
She stirred, nodding vigorously, then turned to hang her purse up on the coat rack by the door. "Yea, yes. I just feel bad for leaving the kids."
"They'll be fine for the night. I think they were excited to get away from their parents for once," he said with a chuckle. "Owen anyway."
He understood where her thoughts were at when it came to their children. He loved them with his whole heart, and to have them be away for a night was a little hard. However, his intentions with their mother didn't involve them in the slightest.
Melina smiled and kissed him. She pushed the memories of Briella crying for her when they had left her in Levy's arms. It hurt her, pulled at her insides. All she could think about was the baby she had never gotten the chance to really meet. Crying. Dying.
Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Is there any wine leftover?"
Melina desperate wanted to forget that moment in her life.
Gryder's lips slid back, revealing white teeth in a smile. The poor man was oblivious to her mental torture. He strode towards the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of a dry red wine he had had chilling. He held it up in answer. While he prepared their drinks, she came up to the counter and leaned her top half onto it with an inaudible sigh.
Her long, wavy black hair draped over her shoulder, the ends dancing over the island countertop. She took a deep breath and forced certain thoughts from her mind. Tonight she did not want to think about the past. Only the now. And the future.
She was never good at self discipline.
Instead she focused on her husband as he pulled two glasses down from the cabinet they rarely got into much at all and pulled off the cork on the nearly fully bottle of Pinot Noir. He poured her round glass halfway and did the same for himself, and took a long sip, watching her.
He saw she was a little worked up. He said in an upbeat tone, "It'll be ok, Melina. Just relax. Enjoy the night."
She smelled the liquid, the bitter scent, and took a tiny sip. She didn't drink much. Her children usually prevented it. But they were not there this time to subconsciously stop her. It was rare that both parents had the house to themselves with enough time to enjoy adult pleasures. She tipped the drink back as she quickly drank.
"We don't have to," Gryder mentioned gently. He sensed her unease.
"No, I want to, it's just… just, I…" Melina's words trailed off. They hadn't had sexual relations since the miscarriage. It hadn't been that long. There was a mingle of emotions, she could not establish just why she was apprehensive.
Maybe she was trying too hard.
"It's just the first time in a while. I get it." Gryder slid the wine bottle out of the way with a nod. "But this is something we're both gonna have to get past if we want to move forward in our s-"
Melina perked up before he finished his sentence. Her brow furrowed. "Get past? I just gotta 'get past' what happened? Is that right," she snapped.
Gryder gave her a look. "I didn't say it like that."
A small fire had ignited in Melina's chest. There was a pang of jealousy as well as a stab in the heart that made her want to sob; was this whole sensitive subject that easy for him to get over? It hadn't even been a year since the miscarriage.
"Really, well how did you say it? Did you mean it like that? 'Cause to me it meant that I'm still to blame," she spat. She spun around and marched towards the stairs.
"Hold up," he said. His voice was on edge and he set the drink in his hand down onto the island in front of him and went after her. She has started up the stairs when he stopped at the first step, leaning a hand on the ornate bannister. "I never said it was your fault. Ever. I said both of us. We both need to get on. We're in this together."
Melina halted in the middle of the stairwell. She glanced down at him, tensing. "Oh, like my miscarriage actually hurt you as it did me. You didn't have to do a damn thing after she was conceived. She died inside of me, Gryder! You really think we're in this together?!" A hot tear slid down the side of her cheek.
His lips had pressed together as she shouted at him, looking at the step she stood on instead of her distressed face. His fists clenched. Her words punctured his heart.
He couldn't take that.
"Dammit Melina, you can't see past your own self pity! The day you told me you lost the baby was devastating to me! I was there, and I let you have space. That was as much for me as it was for you! I had to heal too. That was my daughter!" He roared and pointed his finger at himself and then at her stomach. His anger projected towards her. "You're going to have to pull your head out of your ass now and at least attempt to get better, to do it for the kids we do have. God forbid you just do it for your husband!"
He took a breath. He felt that his face was reddened in his sudden anger. The words kept pouring from him like a broken dam, and like it, he couldn't stop them even when he tried. He suffered too, and maybe she needed to see that finally. His voice became a little softer, but the firm, warning edge was still present with his enunciated words.
"I love you, Melina. I do. I'd die for you. But we can only get so far on our own, ourselves. Let me help you. Help me. The way we should together."
His wife took a step up and away from him. In her eyes was anguish, as well as a little fear. He had never spoken to her like that. Never accused her of anything with such ferocity as when he first had just then. The sound of his voice caused her a small panic. She bit it down and continued up the stairs.
"Melina!" Gryder called after her. He rushed up to the second floor landing as she slammed their bedroom door.
There wasn't a lock on either side of the door knob. He scowled, knowing she had done that out of anger, to spite him. He burst his way through to find his wife around the corner in the master bathroom, hunched over the sink. He saw himself in the mirror behind her small form.
"Melina, don't do this right now."
Her words were thickening. "You never said anything. That day and after. You never said a word to me about it, how was I supposed to take your silence?! My father said more! Did more."
Gryder shifted his weight. His arm spread out in the air. "My silence?" He gestured to himself. "When you said 'I need space' I gave it to you, no questions asked. I thought I was doing what you wanted! I did more for you then than at any other time. You fought me when I reached out for you."
Melina's shoulders shook a few times. Her eyes flickered into the mirror, seeing him stand some feet behind her near the bathroom entry. Their bed was straight across behind him. Her gaze returned to the sink.
"I suffered in more ways than one. And you stood by like nothing was wrong." Her anger had subsided and it was replaced with a deep emptiness. Tears kept flowing from her reddened, puffy eyes. Her hands slowly came up to her abdomen. Her shirt covered her skin, her fingers brushed over the outside material. She looked at him through the mirror again.
"I-I needed you… I carried her for three months and, and she d-died… Mest, she died..."
Gryder immediately left the place he stood to go to her. He spun her around and his arms tightly enveloped her, bringing her front flush against his. She began to heavily sob into his chest. Taking a ragged breath, he went to say something, but he choked. His lips clamped shut and his jaw clenched.
No words could be formed now. Not after what she had confessed. They were lost in his mind. His own tears threatened to spill over his face then as he hugged her tighter. Melina had used his first name. She never did that. And he instantly forgave her for rising against him; she was hurting emotionally, mentally, and hadn't completely been dealt with yet. He understood.
He had felt the same more or less. They had been acting as though they were good. Fine. Ok even after what had happened. Like they had moved on, though it was apparent it was not the case. Repressed emotions were coming to light later than was needed or wanted. How could he fault her? He buried his nose into her hair and kissed it, breathing the familiar scent in while she let out pent up stress.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he urgently whispered. He listened to her cry, knowing he was about to as well. He could feel bits of his shirt wet with her tears. Her voice was muffled against him, her hands fiercely gripped his torso.
"How, how can we move on…" Melina sobbed. "It still hurts. I lost our baby."
"Shh… I know. It hurts. But it wasn't on purpose. You didn't do it." His hand cupped the back of her head as he held onto her. He had to be strong. If not for himself, for her. "We will do this together. I love you."
Melina's cries subsided as they stood in an embrace for several minutes. He took a deep breath, which prompted her to do the same.
"I love you too," she mumbled and sniffled. "And I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He tilted her head up to look her in the eye. His thumb wiped the moisture from under her eyes, which prompted a smile to appear as she held his gaze.
"So now what?" Melina asked. She took another deep breath, regaining her normal self. She felt stupid for overreacting, but also not completely sorry as it forced them to talk about a sore topic. Both had needed it.
Gryder's eyes softened. His other thumb glided over her cheekbone and his fingers combed over the hair behind her temples.
He gently touched his lips to hers and pulled back enough to view her face.
"Why-" she started but was silenced by his warm lips again.
"Shh."
His solid, muscular arms again wrapped around her, but they weren't urgent. They weren't in frustration. It was loving. Both his lips and hands were slow to move. When he breathed, Melina felt the warm air on her skin.
She was a little confused by his actions. Especially after having an argument. She let him though. It gave her a small comfort. Her husband was being considerate of her feelings. He was asking. Something in general he had not done since… since the news… since he had given her the spaced she had needed.
Now that space was gone. She didn't want it back.
Gryder's lips finally moved on hers and he sucked in a small, silent breath through his nose. His eyes briefly flickered open to see that her own were closed. He ever so slightly leaned into her, his lips still on hers. He barely moved them, hoping to prompt her. When she let out the breath she had been holding, he tilted his head and kissed her with a little more ardor.
Hands were then on either side of her and she was lifted onto the small counter beside the sink. His slim waist then slipped between her thighs. She could feel as well as see what was happening through her closed eyes.
Gryder's lips on hers, the feel of his biceps under her fingers, the tingling his touch created when his hands pressed to her sides dropped a few inches to settle below her ribs, it all created the slow ache now growing hot between her legs.
The kiss slowly deepened. Gryder's mouth enveloped hers. He took a shallow breath and then his tongue slipped in without breaking the lock their lips had formed. His body was now leaning over her, trying to get even closer as his hips touched the inside of her thighs.
He buried his tongue against her own and took her ass into his hands and pulled until the apex of her legs hit the zipper of his jeans. When she took a needed lungful of air, it was deep and breathy. She sighed against him, her hands sliding up his arms and underneath his short sleeves.
There was a cold when Gryder took his hands away. Opening her eyes, Melina saw him pull the t-shirt over his head. He threw it aside onto the carpeted floor. His green eyes were half lidded, staring at her lips, her eyes, and then her plump lips once again.
He rushed back to her mouth like it was magnetized to his own, his tongue re entering and resuming its mission. Movements now were firm, deliberate. Her fingertips pressed onto his skin, rubbing over his shoulders and down onto his chest.
She pulled back, taking her hands away from his chest to the buttons on the front of her shirt. She watched his eyes grow darker, needier as the fasteners started coming undone.
With all thoughts of their argument or its topic gone from her mind, Melina teased him with unhurried motions at her breasts. The tops of her cleavage spilled into the dim light from within the shirt. Before she could finish with the last of the buttons, Gryder had done it for her.
With a slight growl, tore the material away from her, it landing on the floor beside his own clothing. His wife was left with a bra, which would easily come off later.
Taking her mouth again, he slipped his hands under her and pulled her off the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he left the bathroom and traveled the steps it took to make it to their bed. He gently set her backside on the mattress and then unzipped his jeans to tug them off until he leaned in between her in only his boxers.
In a matter of moments, the two of them were completely without clothing, lying together on the bed sheets. It had been a while since their last session, and he knew Melina would be calling the shots. He had asked her. And she had consented. The only way they could move past was to do the one thing that kept them apart. As man and wife. The way it was supposed to be.
Lightning and a crack of thunder told them the storm had finally arrived. The rain beat down on the roof, creating a steady rhythm. "We would be sitting on the porch during a storm," Melina mentioned as Gryder's lips gave her neck attention.
It was his intention to help her let go. To loosen up so they could work together toward a happier future. He could give in to their desires now, or make her forget the past. At least momentarily. At least this way they could help each other now as well.
"The porch is gonna hafta wait…" he replied.
His throaty voice was somewhat muffled by her skin. He could feel his erection at its peak. His face slid down her stomach. He caught her attention when his tongue pressed into her lower folds. A harsh intake of breath and a small, sensual moan told him she was now all his.
He grabbed her thighs and threw them over his shoulder, pulling her wet core to him while he pushed his tongue into her. The flat of his tongue dragged deep in between the glistening slit, gathering her moisture each time he did so. Each time Melina's moans grew.
Fingers entwined in his dark, messy mass of hair, while the other hand gripped the sheets above her head. She felt his tongue dip down into her and drag up until his teeth grazed her sensitive nub now demanding the man's attention.
"..ah-haaahh…" she moaned. Her half groan, half sigh grew with intensity as Gryder's mouth closed around her clitoris and began to suck. His tongue flicked at it and swirled a combination of her secretions and his own silva.
Her hips bucked against his face. "Ohhh… yeaahh… uuhhnng..." She breathed and sucked in another shallow breath before moaning it all over again.
He pushed her legs wider and started hard on her clit with his tongue, and added two fingers to pump into her. Melina's hands gripped her knees to keep them as wide as they could go, letting him focus on pleasuring her. Her arousal was on its high, her moans were desperate, her hips wanting to buck but knowing if they did, she'd cum before she really wanted to.
Gryder heard all of her cries. He felt her muscles contracting. She pulled at his hair, but it was no bother to him; he rather liked it. His tongue was getting tired, but if he got her off now, he could take his time later. And it would be easier to get her off again, but not with his mouth.
He slowed his ministrations, withdrawing his fingers, which were now slimy and wet. He listened to Melina's breathing, giving her a chance to relax her muscles. Kissing her legs, he gradually made his way back to her core, though this time he focused all on her nub with intent.
He sucked and flicked and swirled nonstop -just the way she had told him to many times before- and she squirmed beneath him. Melina finally came with a short burst, her breath hitching and her legs tensing around his shoulders. He kissed her overly sensitive clit, getting a quick jerk in response.
Gryder was more than ready now. She gazed at him through half lidded eyes and gave a lazy smile. She invited him, opening her legs once again. He knelt between her open legs. Before he could enter her, thunder cracked outside and a flash of lightning left them in the dark. The power went out.
"Great," Gryder mumbled. "I wonder how that's holding up at your parents." He momentarily thought of their kids. They didn't do well in the dark.
"Honey, it's ok," Melina stated below him. There was a rustle on top of the sheets. "Forget about it for tonight. Enjoy the night. That's what you told me. We are moving on. Together."
He tensed when he felt a hand on his erection. His wife stroked him, her hand starting at the base and sliding up to the head, where her thumb rubbed over the tip. He shuddered, his breath ragged.
"What are you doing…" he asked with a slight play in his voice. He knew.
In the dark, he groaned and closed his eyes as she went to work on him, giving what she rarely gave.
His teeth bit his bottom lip, his hand grasping the back of her hair and gently pushing down and pulling back up. Another larger moan escaped his now open mouth.
He wasn't going to be able to hold out. Not while she did that to him. That good. The muscles around his hips and ass cheeks involuntarily jerked. "Baby you gotta sstop…" he ground out with effort.
"Mmhm-"
Gryder grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, letting out the long "eff" in one of his favorite curse words in a rough, unfinished sigh before his body had the chance to betray him.
"Hey, I wasn't done yet," Melina said, her voice giving a playful accusation. She sat back onto the sheets. Her head found a pillow.
Giving her a once over and stirring from the way she was lying, Gryder flashed her a devilish grin. He quickly darted to her middle.
Her giggles and relaxed submission to his dominance invited him to immediately position himself to enter her. There in the dark amidst pleasured cries, sweat, and meaningful touches, the two of them gave each other all of themselves. More and more the broken pieces began to mend, eventually to knit together to form a stronger bond than what had been.
Neither regretted what was. Their focus was on nothing other than the moment between them and what it meant.
I would die for you.