Hi everyone! It's been months since I wrote! So sorry! Actually, it's been months since I wrote anything! I have a tiny excuse: I'm pregnant! And the thing is, since August, when I had spare time, the only thing I wanted to do was sleep! No energy at all for writing. But here I am again and I want to finish the story I started. My love for writing is back! Just like me!
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You are the one
Since she had woken up, people had come to spend time with Alexandra. Jim, Maddy and Mark, Skye and Josh, Elisabeth, even Tom. Malcolm had visited her a few times, looking for information about the future. Of course, Lucas was there most of the time. But she had not seen Damon yet. She didn't know what to think about it. She had really thought he would be, if not the first, the second to come and talk to her. She was quite disappointed and also very thoughtful. Why? Was he upset? Was he too busy? Was he not allowed? Had something happened to him? She had tried a few times to ask the others about him, but they had cleverly changed the subject.
That was why, when she spotted Damon observing her through the window the day after her last day of treatment, she thought she was dreaming. They stared at each other and Damon eventually walked inside her bedroom. Alexandra's heart stopped when she understood that he was really there.
He looked tired and anxious. But he still had this flame in his eyes that Alexandra loved so much about him. She kept her eyes on his until he stopped next to her bed, too afraid that she would wake up if she blinked.
"Hi."
His voice. Broken and weary. It made her stomach twist. Alexandra swallowed hard before speaking. But even after that, she was only able to give him a tiny whisper of a hello.
"Can I?" He inquired, moving his chin in her bed's direction.
She nodded in agreement and he sat next to her.
"How do you feel?"
"I… I'm okay," she mumbled.
"Good."
A heavy silence filled the room. Damon was fidgeting on the bed, feeling the weight of Alexandra's eyes on him.
"Where were you?" She suddenly asked.
"Wha-at?"
"Where-were-you?"
"I… I've been busy…"
"Damon! Where were you?" She suddenly said loudly, fury overwhelming her. Tears appeared in her eyes and her vision blurred in a second. She had not meant to, but having him here, she had suddenly realized the truth. She had missed him so much -too much, really. She had been so worried about not seeing him. And now he was there, silent. It was too much to handle.
"You should have been here, with me," she sobbed. "Where were you?"
"Alex," he whispered sadly before embracing her tightly. "I'm so sorry."
Damon didn't feel right to come and see her after such a long time. His heart was heavy and it didn't take too much time before he joined her, crying.
"I'm so sorry. So sorry," he repeated.
The first days of her treatment, he had watched her through the window. Until the day he had heard she had awoken. After that, he had become awkwardly angry at her and had decided to stay away from her. Then, it had become more and more difficult to come. Every day he had more trouble explaining why he was not going. But today was different. Today she was fine. Today, he knew there was no reason to worry anymore. Today, he was sure she would not die. That was why he was there today. Only now, seeing her, hearing her voice, he understood that he had not come because he had been too afraid she would not make it. He didn't want to lose her again and selfishly he had protected himself, staying away.
"I'm here now. I swear, I won't leave you alone again," he swore.
"I missed you so much," she sobbed. "I was worried!"
Damon took her head in his hands and brushed her tears away gently.
"I'm sorry. But I'm here now," he promised forcefully.
She nodded, her cheeks red from crying.
"Jesus, stop crying," he grimaced, brushing away the remaining traces of tears with his thumbs.
"Why now? Why only now?"
"I have no excuse, Alex. I… I don't know why, but I couldn't. I wanted to but I couldn't."
"What's different now?"
"You're totally healed. You're yourself again."
"You were afraid," she murmured to herself. "What were you afraid of? Losing me? Or me being fine again?"
"I'm not sure," he smiled sheepishly.
She knew him so well, she could read him so easily, he was quite stunned; he had forgotten how easy it was for him to be around her. Her eyes looked kindly on him. He was certain she was not resentful. She had already forgiven him. Only true friends could do that. And Damon was so glad he had one.
Every bit of Alexandra's anger vanished at his honest answer. She knew she was not an angel and that her actions had consequences. She also knew who Damon was and how pained he must have been because of her choices. She surely didn't want to fight with him. She needed him too much. His friendship was way too valuable for her to not make concessions.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, Damon. And I'm really sorry I lied to you. You're my best friend and I really didn't want to make you feel this way."
"Are you okay now?" Damon asked her.
"Yeah."
"Normal?" He teased her.
"As normal as I can be," she smiled.
"Happy to be here?"
"Yes. I belong here."
"Not going anywhere then?"
"Nope. I'm sorry to inform you that you'll have to live with me again," she grinned lightly.
"If that's what it costs," he smiled too. "I think I'll survive."
They both laughed loudly, expressing their relief, letting out the pressure.
"I'm happy you're back," she confessed.
"I'm happy you're back too."
"Good," she exhaled happily before standing up from her bed and beginning to search for something in the cupboard.
"Looking for something?"
"Clothes."
"What for?" He frowned.
She popped her head out of the piece of furniture and made a false serious face.
"To wear. You know, it's what people do."
"Right. But you don't need some."
"Yes, I need some," she yelled from the inside. "I'm out!"
"I don't think it's a good idea," Damon stated, standing up to reach her.
"It's been 16 days, Damon!"
"Yeah, I know that!"
"I'm not gonna lie. I'm quite exhausted. But I'm fine. I just need time."
"Are you even allowed to leave?"
"Yep. Elisabeth said I could spend my convalescence at home if I was serious."
Damon burst into a laughter.
"You? Serious? She couldn't have believed you!"
Alexandra frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You're mean, Keagan."
"Isn't it why you love me so much?" He smirked.
"Boaster!" She slapped him lightly on the arm. "You know what? You should walk me home," she suggested, grabbing the laces of her hospital gown. Damon turned his back to her in reflex.
"Hum, don't you wanna wait for Lucas?"
"Nah, I'm sure he's busy somewhere. Plus, I really wanna go home, have a shower, and wear real clothes."
Damon felt her hand squeeze his arm gently.
"I'm sure he'll know I'm out as soon as I pass that door," she smiled to him. "He always knows everything."
"I guess it's fine then."
She had put on a pair of soldier's trousers and a large white shirt she had found in one of the closet. But she was barefoot.
"No shoes?"
"No shoes," she shrugged.
"Well, it's still fine by me," Damon grinned back. "Mrs. Paris, if you'd like," he held her his arm, his back turned in her direction.
"It'd be my pleasure Mr. Keagan," she responded with a cheeky smile before jumping on his back like a monkey.
Damon carried her all the way back home, which did not even cost him any real effort. He was muscled and she was not very heavy. It was like carrying a backpack. Only there, it was a chatty backpack. Causing Damon to smile the whole way, happy to feel her against him, both alive and lively.
Once they arrived at the front door, he delicately put her down on her feet. They were both smiling stupidly at each other, suddenly feeling like five-year-olds. Damon pushed a strand of hair away from her face and grinned.
"You really need a shower," he taunted her.
"I love you too," she smiled before hugging him.
"I love you too," he murmured against her ear, tightening his arms around her.
She got out of his embrace, feeling better.
"Okay, now I'm really going to have a shower."
"Want some help?"
"Sure! Wanna die? 'Cause I'm sure Lucas would love to kill you if he finds out you help me."
"Huh, nope."
"Okay, I'll see you later then!" She was almost in when she turned back to him. "Thanks for the taxi."
"Anytime."
It felt strange to be back home after so much time. Lucas had kept the house tidy, but he had surely not lived there a lot. There was no food in the cupboards and everything was exactly in the places she had left them.
"Never mind," she smiled to herself as she headed to the bathroom. Having spent days in the infirmary, she knew she would look awful, that was why she grinned to herself when she saw her face in the mirror. She was horrible, her hair were greasy, her skin was pale and she had dark violet circle under her eyes. Yet, she smiled because she was alive. Lucas had saved her. Her. She felt unique and special again. She felt the way she used to feel when they were together at the beginning. Before everything started to get difficult.
Once her teeth were brushed, she already felt better. She went into the shower, enjoying the warmth of the water, relaxing her muscles. She shut her eyes and let her mind wander wherever it wanted to. It was so great that she didn't even notice that somebody was watching her.
"Looking for the soap?"
She jumped in surprise, spinning around to discover Lucas, naked. He had come discretely in the shower behind her. She smacked his shoulder.
"God, Lucas you scared me!"
"How much do you think I was scared when I went to the infirmary to discover you were gone?"
"Sorry, I really needed to get out of the infirmary. I needed to go home, I needed a shower, I needed to relax."
"You should have asked me. I know a lot of ways to relax," he flirted, putting his hands on her waist. She looked at him from head to toe, noticing how excited he was.
"I'm not sure to know what you're talking about," she teased, biting her lip.
"Then I should show you," he smirked, pulling her against him and kissing her slowly. He let his lips run down her jaw, her neck… "Do you have a clue now," he whispered into her ear.
"I thought you said I needed to rest?" She said breathlessly.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," he smirked against her skin. "But maybe you want me to stop?" He asked, leaving a space between his face and her throat on purpose, exposing her. She didn't reply, she couldn't. She was only able to shake her head meaning no.
"Then I should continue…" He whispered in a silky voice. One of his hands ran up to her breast while the other one went south between her legs. She let a moan escape as his fingers reached a sensitive point. He was sizzling hot and horny. God, she had missed him so much. His touch, his smell, his presence against her. Goose bumps appeared everywhere on her skin, making her shiver in pleasure.
"Cold?" Lucas immediately worried.
"No, excited," she murmured with greedy eyes.
Lucas beamed, grabbed her buttocks and lifted her with quick and steady hands. Alexandra found herself back against the wall of the shower. She squealed when her skin entered in contact with the cold wall, making Lucas smile even more.
"Wanna try the bedroom?" He said, panting from excitation, his eyes full of lust.
"Yeah," she replied quickly.
Without letting her go, he walked to their bedroom and laid her down. He climbed on her, sliding his wet body between her legs. His lips started their job on her lips, kissing them greedily. He could feel her hard nipples against his muscular torso, making him even harder than he was. His length was brushing her clit, exciting both of them.
He wanted to make this pleasurable moment last as long as possible. Both for her and for him. He was so excited that he knew that if he did not control himself, he would just drop everything now. So he went down to her breasts, loving the moans that were escaping from Alexandra as and when he insisted on the hotspots he knew about. Then he went lower, kissing every inch of her soaked body. He felt her body tensed when he reached her core, already moist with anticipation of what was about to happen.
His tongue licked her softly, then harder, following the pace of her body, moving quicker and quicker until he felt her tensed so much that he knew she was about to climax. He climbed up and she instinctively pulled him closer to kiss him hungrily. Her hands went down his back, guiding him. The next second, he was inside her, thrusting up and down, inflaming her. She was literally burning inside, her cheeks boiling from ecstasy. Her body was shivering from pleasure. And from the moans that were escaping from Lucas' mouth, he was as satisfied as she was. Their movements quickly became harder and faster until their breathing became frantic and they both came to the edge. Lucas let his body fall over hers, his face hidden in her neck, trying to catch his breath back. He felt her smile against his cheek and pulled his head up to look at her. She was smiling at the ceiling, trying to attain a normal pace of breathing again.
"You're beautiful," he breathed unsteadily. She leant into him and gave him a passionate yet tired kiss before letting her head fall back on the pillow.
"Oh my God," she chuckled breathlessly. "I thought you said it would not be exhausting."
"I lied," he smirked, kissing her gently. "Your heart is beating hard in your chest."
"I know," she exhaled. "But it was worth it."
"Good," he grinned.
She put both her hands on each side of his face, her bright blue eyes shining on him.
"I love you," she smiled honestly.
"I love you too," he said, his face serious. "I love you."
Alexandra fixed her gaze on him, surprised to see so much intensity in his green eyes. She could read all the suffering he was carrying, all the weakness he had hidden inside, but also all the strength and bravery he was built in. His love for her was so deep, engraved in his flesh, it was scary and beautiful at the same time. How could you feel so much for someone else?
Their eyes stayed locked on each others and they felt connected again. They were so important to each other, it was almost painful. Alexandra had electrified Lucas' life. And so had he. Alexandra couldn't believe how many things had happened to them since they had met. But even with everything that had occurred to them, they were still linked. They were soul mates. It was evidence. You only knew how fragile your life was when you almost lost the one you loved. It was exactly what they had experienced.
Lucas rolled on the side, bringing her with him. He tightened his arms around her and she rested her head on his chest, the beat of his heart rocking her gently to sleep. Lucas took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the one he loved against his skin. He was ready for what he was about to do. Just one look at her and it confirmed his decision. He would do it now. He had to. He wanted to.
