A/N: Here is Chapter 6 I hope you enjoy it and thanks very much for the review.

Chapter 6

The salt in the air made him want to take a deep breath. For it was so delightful. It seemed like the only way he could capture the moment was to just breathe. And he loved that. That's what made being on a beach so wonderful. Not to mention having an incredibly attractive women laying beside him. They were sipping wine with only the clouds to watch them. The wind brushed against his skin as he kissed the soft lips of the women next to him.

It was now mid-afternoon and they had spent the entire day under the sun (which was one of the reasons he was glad he stayed). It was moments after Marta had left the house when he realized it. That he wanted to stay. He pictured himself leaving of course; driving an hour back to Tashmore as everyone gave him those I-know-what-you-did-you-psycho looks and arrive home to an empty house only to fall asleep on an old couch. Exciting--no. Depressing and pathetic--yes.

Why turn away from something that made him feel great for the first time since Amy? Yes he had Christine, but did he love Christine? Did he love Marta? For now the only thing he knew was that he could love Marta. So he was here wearing a new and very comfortable shirt Marta had just bought him.

"Tell me about her." Marta said as she took a sip of whine.

"About who?" Mort asked also taking a sip of wine. He was quite thirsty after almost twenty minutes of making out and this being the first time they came up for air.

"Your girlfriend." Marta replied.

"You're joking."

"No. I want to you tell me."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why? You scared I'll be jealous?"

"No . . . because I want to kiss you until we can't kiss each other anymore." Mort answered desperately trying to change the subject. Marta smiled and they began kissing again. But Mort couldn't help, but wonder why didn't it bother her that he had a girlfriend?

Marta climbed on top of Mort kissing him softly. Mort fell back on the blanket they laid down on. She took hold of him by the hands and gently held them down by his side. He could smell her perfume he was so close to her. Her hair fell around her face and tickled Mort's cheeks just as it had last night.

After she took off his belt they made their way to the bedroom, which turned out to be connected to the room she brought him to. From all the things that went through his mind the smell of her perfume and taste of her lips was what he remembered the most. The room was dark with only the light from the stars for them to see. There in the darkness he knew he felt something different. Not an overwhelming desire to take off his clothes, but to be able to smell her perfume and taste her kiss for as long as he lived.

For that he was glad he stayed. Mort closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Marta let go of his hands. She raced her hands down his body. Mort lay there as she began to unbuckle his belt. When she successfully unbuckled it she looked up. Did she want to do it right here? Now? On the beach?

She smiled at him. He smiled back giving the okay to unzip his pants. Never in his life had he met someone more exciting, someone so thrilling and sexy at the same time. Never in his life had he met someone like Marta. Never in his life had he felt like this.

"This is wonderful. Seriously this is magnificent." Mort said taking another bite of Marta's famous fettuccini alfredo.

"I'm glad you like it." Marta replied.

"Where did you learn to make this?" Mort asked. They were having dinner quietly just the two of them. They sat beside each other, Mort at the end and Marta on his left facing the opposite way of the kitchen. Marta had insisted that she get some fresh wine from the cellar for dinner leaving Mort waiting alone in the kitchen. She seemed to take days what was really twenty minutes.

He could hear the rumbles in his stomach signaling how hungry he was. Staring at the food made his mouth water. With that he took the fork in his hand and dug it into the fettuccini. When he got some on wrapped around the fork he took a bite. He chewed his food with absolute satisfaction. The dinner had hit his taste buds in all the right places.

After coming in from the beach around five-thirty they seat down for about an hour and watched TV. By the time House was over Marta asked Mort if he were hungry. As Mort followed her into the kitchen she offered to make him dinner. He was never one to pass a chance at a home cooked meal so he agreed to let her make him dinner.

"I'll make you my famous fettuccini alfredo." She said getting her ingredients together.

"Sounds good." Mort replied. He watched her as she got out a large metal pot and placed it in the sink and fill it half way with water. Then she placed the pot on top of the stove. She turned the stove to boil the water. It was just a matter of time till the water boiled so she got the ingredients she needed for the alfredo sauce. She got out a blender and put the measured amount of ingredients into it then turned the blender on mixing all the ingredients together. When that she done she placed it into another pan on the stove.

She also added some chicken into the sauce apparently left over from her pervious dinner a few nights before. By this time the water in the pot was boiling. She placed the fettuccini in the pot and let it boil. She passed the time by staying by the sauce and mixing it more to absorb the flavor of the chicken into the sauce. Mort found himself smiling as he watched her. Not even when he was married to Amy did her see someone cook quite as elegantly as she did.

Everything was made from scratch and to her perfection. She almost looked like she should have her own cooking show on the food network. She was so concentrated on her cooking she didn't even notice Mort watching her. Marta put the spoon she was stirring the sauce with down as she began to stir the pasta in the pot. Mort couldn't believe he was here. He couldn't believe that she was letting him stay in such an extravagant house with her. He went to meeting her in the movie theater to this. He never pictured he'd be here when he asked her out that night.

To tell the truth he thought that she would turn him down; this beautiful endearing women and Mort? But she didn't. She let him in. For that he appreciated her. Still he couldn't believe they had just made love on the beach. Everyone has fantasies about making love on the beach, but only a few actually get to experience it.

Marta was still focused on her cooking. Mort stood up from the table and walked over to her. Marta dipped the spoon into the sauce. Slow she brought the spoon up to her lips when Mort wrapped his arms around her midsection. Started she dropped the spoon into the sauce.

"Mort!" she shouted. She reached down into the sauce and pulled out the long metal spoon.

"That smells good." Mort said giving her a peck on lips. "Can I have a taste?"

"Not until it's finished." Marta said.

"Come on. Just one little taste." Mort begged. But Marta wasn't giving in. He had to try something different. Suddenly he began brushing his lips against her neck. Marta giggled as she stirred the food. This made Mort smile so he continued to tickle her. Marta shrugged her shoulders to keep him from tickling her neck. She put the spoon down next to the stove.

To his surprise she turned around wrapping her arms around him just as she did the other night and kissed him. This made him think of when he made her giggle by kissing her neck the previous night. He kissed her from her neck all the way down her naked body to her stomach as he knew she wanted him to. For she moaned in ecstasy each time his lips pressed against her skin.

Marta parted from Mort bringing him out of his daydreaming. She always knew how to leave him wanting more. He loved the way she kissed him. It was as if each time they kissed it would be their last.

"Now go sit down it's almost ready." she said picked up the large pot and carrying to the sink. She poured the pasta into a drainer letting all the hot water go down the drain. She cleaned the pasta with some water before placing it into a large bowl. Mort stood there watching her move swiftly around the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Let me help you." Mort insisted. Marta looked up at him with a smile.

"Okay . . . you can set the table." Marta instructed. She handed Mort the dishes and silverware to place on the table. Mort did has she asked placing the dishes and silverware in their proper places. Marta started her way over to the kitchen table holding the large bowl of fettuccini alfredo. That's when Mort's stomach started growling. The warm smell of the steaming bowl made his mouth water.

Though when he looked at Marta he wasn't sure if it were the food being placed in front of him or Marta. She had put on a blue v-neck dress that made her look longer and leaner. It came down just below her knees and she had on a sexy pair of black stiletto heals that Mort could tell from his years or marriage that they were probably hurting her feet. But like any beautiful women she did a wonderful job or hiding it.

She was being so good to him, Mort thought as he waited patiently for Marta to sit down and join him for dinner. She had already clean up the kitchen like all great cooks do they clean up as they cook putting things away when they're done leaving less to clean up afterwards.

"You know what this dinner needs?" Marta asked as she walked towards Mort.

"You to join me in eating it." Mort replied.

"Some wine . . . I'll run down to the cellar and get some." she said now heading to the end of the room. She unlocked thick wooden door and entered. Mort waited patiently at the table for Marta to return when his hunger got the best of him. He got his fork and dug it into the pasta taking a bite of it at the moment Marta returned carrying a large bottle of white wine.

"I'm glad you like it." Marta had said. Mort's eyes were fixed on her as she popped open the bottle and brought to the table. As she got closer Mort realized it wasn't a bottle of wine at all.

"Is that tequila?" Mort asked smiling. He was surprised that she brought out tequila for they've been drinking red wine ever since he got here. On the other hand he hasn't had tequila in a very long time . . . since . . . his wedding.

"Yes." she said pouring it into his cocktail glass.

"I didn't take you for the kind that drinks this stuff." Mort said.

"It was my father's favorite drink I always drink some in his memory . . . and when I want to get loose every now and then." she said finally taking a seat next to Mort. She rose up her glass.

"A toast."

Mort raised his glass up to Marta's.

"To lasting memories." she said.

"Cheers." Mort replied as they touched their glasses together then each took a sip of their drink. Mort placed his glass down next to him and continued to eat. Marta watched him as she sipped her drink.

"Why don't you tell me about more about your family?" Mort suggested.

"What you want to know?" Marta asked.

"Everything. Start from the beginning."

Marta looked at Mort with utter shock. A man asking a woman to tell them about their life doesn't exactly happen everyday. At least her husband never asked her about her family. Maybe I should cook him dinner more often.

"Um . . . where do I start . . . I was born in Madrid. My father's side of the family was somewhat poor as for my mother's side which was all upper class. But she loved my father anyway. They met in a theatre where my father first saw my mother dance. My mother was a dancer--classically train in all the finest schools. And they ended up getting married and having my two sisters and I as well as my two younger brothers . . . but my father was determined to prove to my mother's family especially my grandfather that he could make it as a writer. And he did.

My mother was a magnificent dancer. She would teach us to dance everyday after school. We loved it. My oldest sister, Elena took after my mother and became a famous dancer. She and her husband perform in shows all over Spain, Columbia, Venezuela, Puerto Rico, and Peru. Mercedes, my second oldest sister teaches dance to her students at a classical art school while my younger brothers, Carlos and Miguel are actors."

"Wow is everyone in your family famous?" Mort asked.

"You could say that . . . you know she spent her whole life dancing and not once did she yell or scream at us when she was teaching us how to dance no matter how terrible we were at dancing." Marta laughed.

"She sounds like great women." Mort said laughing along with her.

"She was." Marta agreed. Suddenly the laughing stopped. Mort looked at Marta with sorrow in his eyes. He could tell talking about her mother brought her back to sad memories. At the same time it showed a new side of Marta he's never seen before.

"I'm sorry." Mort said.

"Don't be." Marta replied. "I'm not."

"How long ago was it?" Mort asked.

"Um . . . about three years ago shortly after I got married."

Mort's thoughts went from the topic to her mother's death to her being married. He seemed to have forgotten about that little detail last night, on the beach, and even now. Three years of marriage and it was already going sour. He didn't know how long his marriage was like this.

"Anyway enough about me what about you?" Marta asked changing the subject.

"What about me?"

"Were you ever married?" she asked. This was quite unexpected. He sort of trained himself not to talk about Amy. For he wasn't sure how he would handle it.

"That was long time ago." Mort laughed as he tried to think of a way to change the subject.

"Come on, tell me about her." Marta continued to insist.

Mort picked up his glass and noticed it was empty. "You know this stuff is actually better then I remember."

"You're never going to get over her if you don't talk about it." Marta said with a little frustration in her voice. Mort didn't want to make her angry with him, but at the same time he couldn't talk about his ex-wife in front of a woman he was having casual sex with. He thought he could hide his past from his future and therefore never have to revisit it. On the other hand he could talk about it and get it off his chest all of that anger he held for Amy inside of him. Still he never told anybody not even Nina about Amy. Why should he choose to tell Marta?

"We met at a book auction in New York . . . we were both fresh out of college." Mort said.

"So it was your first marriage?" Marta asked.

"Yes--why how many times have you been married?"

"Don't change the subject! Continue."

"We got married and everyone was okay with each other. She had a great family and they put up with my family." Mort joked. Marta smiled at him. Surprisingly he felt comfortable confessing his to Marta. He continued.

"We understood each other you know? We could communicate on a level that was so passed anything psychical. We moved to the suburbs down in New York which may seem like the mediocre thing to do, but it was a place we could live happily together. And we did for the next ten years . . . until one day she decided that she didn't want it anymore."

Mort could hear his voice becoming rougher. He hadn't thought about that night since Amy had disappeared. Marta reached over and took his hand and squeezed it tightly to let him know that she was there for him. All the suppressed feelings he had for Amy appeared on his face. He never wanted to revisit those feeling of anguish.

Marta loosened her grips on Mort's hand. She stood up and walked over to the refrigerator placing the bottle of tequila inside it. He looked down at the half eaten bowl fettuccini alfredo not wanting another bite. He reached for his glass of tequila and gulped the rest it down.

"You know what you need?" Marta asked turning on some salsa music.

"What?" Mort asked placing the empty glass on the table.

"To dance." Marta replied. He looked up to see Marta moving along with the music. She raised her hands above her head and faced her body sideways towards Mort. Moving her hips back and forth she made her way over to Mort.

"Oh, no." Mort said laughing. When she came within arms reach of Mort, she began to move back towards the other side of the room. As she did she lowered the arm facing Mort and made a come hither gesture. Her hair fell around her face while her eyes were fixed on Mort. She lowered both hands down to her dress and shook it back and forth while moving her hips from side to side keeping up with the rhythm.

Mort stood up from his seat and walked over to Marta. She was twirling around the living floor moving her hips in a circular motion. Mort watched as she did this foot move which she moved her feet rapidly across the floor. Moving the bottom half of her body from side to side she began her way towards him. Almost close enough to touch she twirled around a complete three-sixty and landed gracefully into Mort's arms.

Mort took her by the waist and she took him by the shoulders. She raced her arms down to his chest and pushed against him making him walk backwards. With an intense glare she kept eye contact with Mort. Suddenly she stopped and raised her arms up to his shoulders. She twirled around him in circles as Mort kept perfectly still watching her every move. She kept twirling behind him until she was at his other side. She was holding Mort's hands and he stood motionless in front of her.

Suddenly with the back of her leg she reached under Mort's leg and brushed him against his crotch. In that brief moment Mort was pleasantly shocked by what Marta had just done. As the music slowly down to softer melody Marta and Mort got closer together. They held each other tightly. Mort held her as she leaned far back as if she were made of rubber and lifted her leg high above Mort's head.

As she bent over Mort reached out and brushed his hand gently down her cleavage. Mort brought her back up slowly. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and moved their lips closer together. Mort could feel her warm breath on his neck. Something about holding her and looking into her eyes made him go weak in the knees. She brushed her lips against the side of his mouth and kissed him softly.

Their lips parted and they continued to slow dance on the hardwood floor of the living room. Marta broke away from Mort's arms and made her way towards the music player that set upon the entertainment center. Mort watched her dance solo facing her back to him. She played with her dress and ran her hands down her body so elegantly he could watch her dance all night.

But Mort wanted to more of her then to just watch her dance. Suddenly a new confidence merged from deep inside him. He found himself walking over to Marta and grabbing her arm. He spun her around to face him and reached up to the back of her neck. He pulled her to his lips and gave her the most passionate kiss she has ever gotten.

Marta took his spontaneity a step further and pushed him onto the couch. Mort fell to his back onto the couch smiling up at Marta. She knelt on the floor and began climbing her way towards Mort. She started at his stomach and reached out her hands digging her fingernail into his shirt as she crawled up his body. Mort placed his hands around her waist as she got on top of him. With one hand he slicked her hair back behind her ear revealing more of her face and a better opening to her lips.

She leaned in and their lips touch once again. Mort could feel her massaging his tongue with hers. Their kissing became faster. The hair he had pushed back behind her ear he fallen around his face and tickled his skin. When they slowed their kissing down to a stop he opened his eyes. Never has he seen something more beautiful then the image of Marta over top of him with her hair around he face.

"Bedroom?" she asked as if she were out of breath.

"Yea." Mort replied in the whispery voice.

"I'll get the tequila." Marta said and quickly got up from Mort and ran to the kitchen. Mort followed her to the kitchen to see Marta open the refrigerator door and pull out the bottle of tequila. Then she opened the cabinet doors and pulled out two glasses. She walked over to Mort who was standing next to the kitchen table. She poured some tequila into the glasses and placed the bottle on the table. She handed one glass to Mort. She held her glass up and Mort held to hers.

"To lasting memories." Marta said. They clinged their glasses together and then drank all the liquid inside their glasses.

"How about we make a memory right now?" Mort asked. Marta's eyes widen as Mort knocked everything that was on the table onto the floor. All the dishes, the food, and even the table cloth. Marta looked at the mess on the floor for a moment silently. Mort couldn't tell whether she was turned on or completely turned off. But he had a feeling she wasn't exactly turned on. How stupid could he have been to think she would want to have sex on the kitchen table?

Just as he thought the night was over Marta threw he glasses onto the floor and kissed him. In fact she had run into him so fast they fell back onto the table. Mort lay there on the table with Marta over top of him. Their lips parted and she ripped open his shirt. He smiled at her overjoyed that she wasn't turned off by his spontaneity.

All his feelings he had for her seemed to be overwhelming him by the second. He wanted her and he wanted her now. Slowly he ran his hands up her smooth legs and up her dress. He reached up to her hips and pulled off the smallest pair of panties he's ever seen. He tossed them to the side as Marta quickly unbuckled his belt. She took the belt off and tossed it to the side.

The next thing he knew he was feeling the most intense pleasure of his lifer running throughout his body this incredible sensation that made him moan in ecstasy. He looked up into Marta's eyes. They were radiant. Her body seemed to be on fire as they connected in a way he never thought possible.

His eyes slowly opened to see the early morning light glaring through the windows. The sun was up and the waves were crashing against the shore. He glanced around taking notice of his surroundings. He was in the same bed had woke up in the previous morning. He raised his head to get a better look around the room. Mort turned to his left seeing that everything was in complete chaos. Everything was either on the floor or broken. He could remember everything clear as day.

They came upstairs after they fucked on the kitchen table. The room so pitch black from the night sky Mort couldn't see a thing. Marta kissed him softly as they came closer towards the bed. He loved it when she kissed him like this. Like there was no one else she wanted but him. Her gentle kiss was followed by the infamous lip biting which Mort had gotten used to and quite turned on by.

Marta parted from Mort leaving him standing in the dark for moment waiting for her to return. Suddenly a dim light appeared in front of him. She had turned on the light next bed on the nightstand. Another embrace from Marta and Mort was horny again. He wrapped his arm around her pulling her close. He reached under her dress and he could feel Marta guiding his hand close to her.

To her surprise he lifted her up and forced her against the wall. They didn't even notice they had knocked the lamp onto the floor. Marta kept her balance with one leg on the chair and her hand on the nightstand. Mort lifted her up higher against the wall to where her toes were almost off the floor. Mort's thrusts were so powerful she knocked over the chair when she climaxed.

Mort turned to his right to see Marta sleeping soundlessly beside him. He smiled for he loved that fact that she was beside him when he woke up. Even though she faced her back towards Mort, he knew she looked just as radiant as she did the first time he saw her. Looking at Marta he couldn't help, but have this feeling of butterflies in his stomach. It felt as if her were at home. A home that he used to live a perfect life in with a wife who he loved dearly.

Mort leaned towards Marta. He gently brushed the tips of his fingers up her arm to her shoulder. Marta shifted her body a little to face Mort. Mort watched her as she lay there with closed eyes sleeping peacefully. She was so lovely that he suddenly had the desire to kiss her. Nothing in the world could ruin this moment. Everything was perfect.

He leaned in towards Marta and gave her a kiss on the forehead. A smile appeared across her face. Her eyes opened slowly to see Mort leaning over her.

"Good morning." she said stretching her arms high above her head.

"Good morning." Mort replied giving her another kiss this time on the lips. Marta brought her arms down and wrapped them around Mort. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering around inside him so quickly his stomach felt as if it were on fire. It felt so good to be there in Marta's arms. The way she made him feel at home and the taste of her kiss was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

Their lips parted and he stared into her eyes. He knew it was early and Marta wanted to sleep so he rolled back over to his side of the bed. He turned on his side and faced the wall and closed his eyes. A moment later Marta wrapped her arm around Mort. He turned over on his back. Marta scooted over to where she was cuddling beside him with her head on his chest.Mort felt his eyes getting heavy. Before he knew it he was looking at the inside of his eyelids.

As he looked down at Christine's lifeless body he got out a white cloth and wiped the blood off the knife. Satisfied with what he had done he made a slight smirk at his knife. The cries he heard we're louder then ever. No matter much he covered his ears the noise remained the same. If the sobbing gotten any louder he thought he would loose his mind.

But just as he thought he was done for it stopped. Mort slowly moved his hands away from his ears. He glanced up to see Marta approaching him. Mort peered down at his feet noticing the blood streaming between them. He quickly looked back up at Marta. She walked towards him opened her robe revealing her barely there lingerie.

Before she was able to get any closer, Mort's eyes flashed open.

"Mort! Mort! Wake up!" Marta shouted to him. She was shaking him roughly to wake up.

"I'm up." Mort replied. Marta stopped shaking him. Mort watched her as she walked away from the bed and over to the chair which was picked up. Everything was cleaned up from the left side of the room. How long has he been asleep? It didn't matter. Mort's eyes were heavy again and he found himself drifting off to sleep.

Marta immediately started shaking him again. Mort opened his eyes again. She seemed to be in hurry. Maybe she wanted to go again or something.

"Aren't we in a hurry this morning?" Mort asked sitting up.

"Yes." she said tossing Mort his clothes. "Get dressed."

"What's the rush?" Mort continued to ask.

"My husband is coming." Marta answered. Immediately Mort jumped out of bed and got dressed as fast as he could. He slide on his jeans then pulled his shirt over his shoulders. Marta was getting dressed just a few feet away from him.

She slid on a white very moderate looking sweater dress. It covered up most of her body expect for arms and her legs just below her knees. She wrapped a brown belt around her waist to complete the look. It was easy to see that her husband obviously didn't approve of Marta flaunting her body in the way she did when she dressed for Mort.

Mort followed Marta out of the bedroom. For a moment he wanted to be reluctant to leave for he knew Marta was unhappy with her husband. At the same time he knew he had to leave. He couldn't let her husband find him there. Who knows what kind of drama that would cause. Mort wasn't about to be responsible for breaking up a marriage.

"You'll have to hurry out before he gets here." Marta as they walked down the stairs to the living room. Mort continued to follow Marta through the living room. He noticed that the kitchen was also cleaned. All the fettuccini alfredo was picked up off the floor as well as the dishes and silverware.

Marta turned around when they reached the front door. She grabbed his neck and pulled him close. As they kissed Mort couldn't help but think of how much he was going to miss her. She gently bit the tip of his lip and shook her head before she let go.

Mort slid her tongue as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He felt Marta put her arms around his neck. He got a whiff of the delightful smell of her perfume. It was then he knew why he couldn't live without her. Just then Marta reached up and pulled Mort's hair enough to make him pull away.

"When can I see you again?" he asked.

"I'll call." she replied. "Now go." she laughed playfully as she pushed him towards the door. Mort walked to the door and opened it. He saw a someone pull up beside his car. His heart dropped. The jig was up. He quickly slammed the door shut.

"What?" Marta asked rushing back over towards Mort.

"I think we have to go to plan B." Mort said. Marta walked over to the window beside the door. She pulled away having the same reaction as Mort.

"Okay . . . you'll have to sneak out the back. I'll distract him."

"What about my car?" Mort asked.

"Don't worry about that, just go." She ran her finger through Mort's hair one last time then headed towards the other room. She smiled up at Mort showing off her glimmering white teeth. Now more then ever Mort couldn't resist that beautiful smile. He pulled her close and gave her a goodbye kiss.