A/N: this chapter is M rated!
Chapter Thirteen
They had the house all for themselves that night and on the rare occasions this had happened it had been hard to handle the silence that had greeted them inside, but that night was different. She missed the children just like every time they were apart, but ironically the person she missed the most that night was the one who entered the door with her.
The last weeks had been quite rough on them, keeping her busy balancing her old job with building up her new firm. Not only hadn't she mentioned to Will who she'd planned to hire, many other tings had been left unsaid. He had been forced to take up some of her tasks at home as well, like making dinner or reading bedtime stories for the kids, because she had been busy with phone calls and paperwork and she had often spent her evenings in her new office after having spent the day working as usual.
They had been through some extremely trying weeks and he had stood by her through all this time, helping in any way he could and she was more than grateful for everything he had done for her already, even though it was clearly just the beginning. There had been times when she had thought what she had been doing was insane, she shouldn't have put herself first and her family second, but Will had always encouraged her and the kids had done the same in their own ways.
Especially Emma who had been more than willing to help. She had considered this as an adventure and had spent a few evenings with Diane in the new offices doing her homework while Diane and Evelyn had been busy working extra hours to bring life into the place. There had been so many things to take care of so that they would have been able to call the offices a home by that day.
But for the first time in weeks she didn't have any other evening plans than to celebrate with her husband, something he had almost ruined an hour ago. She could only hope she'd managed to drive away his jealous thoughts, but she wanted to make sure they wouldn't come forward again. She knew she had to make amends with the children as well during the following weekend, but that night she only wanted to think of one person, who had stood by her and encouraged her in every possible way and was there to share her happiness.
The living room that was usually filled with the toys the children left behind was invitingly tidy that night and instead of heading upstairs to their bedroom, Diane decided to lump down the couch right away.
"Come here," she reached out her hand in his direction and he didn't hesitate to obey her wish.
When he grabbed her hand, she pulled him closer and soon their lips united in a passionate kiss.
"We should drink to your victory," he said, distancing his face from hers and stepped back, still holding her hand.
"I don't need anything else," she replied and pulled him close again for another kiss that left no doubt about how exactly she wanted to celebrate that night.
Her hand let go off his and she folded her arms around his neck, pulling him with her as she turned a little and laid down the couch with him on top of her. She helped him out of his jacket that ended on the ground the next minute, but neither of them cared about the mess they were going to create in the room where usually their children did the same. His tie followed his jacket and she soon started to unbutton his shirt, while his hands were already under her skirt, trying to pull it upwards.
After she threw his shirt on the ground, she reached for his pants right away, but he got hold of her hands and placed them aside on the couch. He leaned closer for a kiss, but the minute her hands were on him again he pulled away and adjusted them to their previous position. Then his lips moved to her neck and he kept kissing her skin while his hands started to unbutton her blouse.
She once again tried to wrap her arms around him, but he grabbed her hands again, forcing them back on the couch, so she decided to give up and enjoy his lips caressing her skin. Soon her chest was only covered by her bra and several moans left her mouth as his lips moved downwards on her upper body.
Her skirt was still an obstacle for him, but his hands disappeared under it and he managed to pull down her stockings, with his warm hands touching every inch of her bare legs. After the stockings left her body, his lips made her way up her legs and it got harder and harder for her to bear his pampering without touching him in any way. She wanted to grab him by the hair and force him to stop being so selfless and let her have her share as well, but instead she chose to use her hands to unbutton her bra first and throw it on the ground herself.
The temptation of her breasts was something he couldn't say no to, both his hands and his lips moved there in an instant and he didn't interfere when her hands reached for him again. She dig into his hair then moved her palms alongside his back, leaving marks with her nail as he made her lose her breath over and over again with his touch.
When she finally reached his pants again she tried to open them, but his hands soon interfered and he rid himself of his own trousers quickly, before he lay back on her, their lips touching again to unite in a passionate kiss while his hands were under her skirt already, pulling down her panties.
Their bodies soon moved to the same rhythm and they didn't need to silence their pleasure this time, they were free to express the feeling of joy that the other's presence meant in those moments.
And after resting up a bit in each other's arms she decided to take over, forcing him to switch places with her and everything started all over again, because this day needed to be celebrated and remembered.