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Rated M: For language and sexual content.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMON(S). BE WARNED AND ENJOY ;)
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Previously on Weak:
He stops laughing; his face becomes clear with overwhelming desire. His eyes consumed by explicit wanting and undeniable sexual rages…
My phone rings. Ring!
We pause to look at it…
Ring!
He shakes his head. Who could it be?
Ring!
After the 4th ring, it will trigger my answering machine. But Richard does not hesitate. He strips his jeans off, his briefs going down with them. I breathe deeply at the sight of his sex. Definitely cannot answer the phone now…
" Bonjour, c'est moi. Je ne suis pas ici à ce moment. Laissez un message s'il vous plait ! Beep ! "
"Chérie, I hope you're safe. I've been worried because you haven't called me! I was going to stop by but knowing you two, I'm sure you're perfectly fine. I love you!"
"Oh God… if my mom came right through that door… I would be mortified. You have no idea how awkward her sex talks are." I blush with embarrassment.
"She should be happy that you're getting some…" his mutters, licking his lips as he pulls down my beautiful panties.
"Looks like someone's wet…"
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I turn away with embarrassment as he pulls me closer. "Look at me… don't turn away." His hand on my cheek.
I face him again… Every part of my body is radiating, I can almost feel the heat come off me. I'm at my boiling point and if he doesn't make a move… I will.
I bite my lip, knowing what I'm about to do. With myself lying on the couch completely naked, I maneuver so that I am on top of him. His face changes, he is stunned. I smirk with amusement as he still registers what has just transpired.
But his face falls into a seductive, hungry smile. "Do you think you can handle me, Miss Anders?"
I nod seductively, as I whisper something in his ear. "I don't like waiting, Mr. Grayson."
"Then I will no longer make you wait, my love."
Before I can say anything else, he sits up, picking me up with his beautifully sculpted arms. I swallow hard as he gracefully carries me over to the bedroom. My heart is beating faster and faster, as he gracefully places me on my bed. I can't take it anymore, my body reacts. I reach out to touch his beautiful face. He nuzzles his face against my hand and then kissing it, climbing onto the bed, so that he is hovering above me.
"Are you ready?" He whispers.
"Take me…" my voice is not my own. It's hungry…it's like something inside me is crying out. Being deprived of this man…
His lips press furiously into mine. Nothing is spared between us. My legs are curled around his back and his hands exploring every inch of my skin. Vigorously marking his territory with his touch and his hot kisses. I let out moans that I cannot hold in… it's all too much.
I can feel the heat from his body. His hardness is so hard to ignore, "Honey, let me suck him…" He knows already that I'm talking about his member. He shakes his head.
"I can't wait any longer…" he huffs, as he opens my legs and grasps my hips.
Oh God, this is too fast. I haven't had a man enter me in so long… I don't know if I'm emotionally or physically ready for this.
But before I can caution him, he enters me. Clean and swift.
I cry out in utter pleasure and slight agony. I forgot how wonderfully endowed he is. He can see the pain in my face, "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry… I should have put it in slowly. It's been a long time for me too."
I shake my head. I breathe out a sigh, "Don't stop."
He kisses my lips softly.
He slowly pulls out, making me moan again. I wait for his length to enter me once again, milliseconds turning into minutes.
He enters me slowly, making me feel every inch of him. Agonizing pleasure rippling through my sex to my extremities…
Our eyes meet, and I can immediately feel the agonizing pleasure that he too also feels for me. He is completely inside me and I pull him towards me. His face, inches from mine, our breath heavy. My eyes water, I'm emotionally wrecked with what has transpired between us but I can't help feel relieved that we're here again.
But it's different this time.
My hands run through his hair. We are so close, I can almost feel our hearts beating… not simultaneous but our beats off beats of the others. Like a pattern. Hearts are not meant to be the same but create their own rhythm. Despite how different we are at times… it's what's in our hearts that makes us the same.
He closes his eyes, as he continues to make love to me. My moans become a rhythm, as he continues to hungrily enter and re-enter my oh so sensitive body. This pleasure of being with the man I love, I never want it to end. All those nights I wished he was mine or wished we never met disappear.
He closes his eyes, showing that he is almost at his climax.
My nails dig into his back, as my sensations amplify. I'm on the edge. My back arching as I brace myself. I can no longer hear, see or speak. Time has stopped and in that moment…all sense has left our minds.
I cry out as he cums inside my body. My mouth being covered by the back of my hand, as I bite my index finger. Every nerve screaming as my body slowly relaxes back to equilibrium. He collapses onto me, kissing my forehead.
We are both exhausted. No energy left for words.
Instead, he rolls over next to me and we face each other.
We don't speak.
He pulls me closer to him, making me rest my head on his chest. It was our favourite sleeping position. I kiss him one last time, turning off the lamp on the nightstand and we drift off to sleep.
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The birds are singing.
The French doors to the balcony are open, my veil curtains swaying with the wind. I forgot how wonderful it feels to be gloriously naked after a good night of love making.
I find myself puzzled as the man of the night is missing from my bed.
I rub my eyes as I focus around the room. Is he outside?
I remind myself that I have to put clothes on. So I slip into my long silk slip with my matching robe. And secretly glance out the balcony.
Hmm… he's not there. No sign of paparazzi either. Thank goodness.
Not in the bedroom or washroom… hmm…
I walk out of the bedroom, "I was away for 2 days! Give me some slack!"
By the tone of his voice, he is not happy. Who is he talking to?
"I DON'T WANT TO TAKE OVER! I DON'T WANT THE RESPONSIBILITY!"
I jump as he raises his voice, nearly knocking over a vase full of flowers. He hears me and turns around. His face softens and mouths "1 sec".
"I'll talk to you later. I won't change my mind." He hangs up. He runs up to me and picks me up.
"Who was on the phone, sweetheart?" I ask, surprised at his sudden mood swing.
"No one important…" he says as he kisses my lips.
"It was Bruce, isn't it?" I say, hesitant.
He exhales as he puts me down.
"He's asking you to go back home, isn't he?"
He is silent.
"It must be important that he wants you home."
"I don't want to talk about this right now. I want to be with you." He says taking my hand.
My Iphone beeps as I receive a text message. It's Bruce
Can you talk some sense into him?
Please?
I call him.
"Bruce?" I say as the other line picks up. Richard gives me a ticked off look.
"Kory… please tell Richard to come home. He has to go back to work. You understand, don't you?" It's serious, sincere Bruce.
"Are you mistreating Richard over there, Bruce?" My hands on my hips.
"Now, why would I do that?" you can hear the smile on his face.
Richard starts to look even angrier as he can sense the playfulness between me and him. I walk toward him and kiss his lips. His face does not change. I give him a fake pout.
"I'll see what I can do, Bruce. I'll talk to you later… Richard doesn't look very happy…" I hang up.
It looks like steam is coming out of his ears. "Oh sweetheart, don't be upset with me after a wonderful night of lovemaking." I say caressing his face.
He turns his face away with his face cold.
"I don't appreciate the fact that you and Bruce still talk. And now he's using you against me. I'm not going back yet. I told you."
"Richard, you have to go back. We both have jobs and responsibilities…"
He pulls me towards him, "I don't have to work… you can support both of us." He says jokingly. "Besides… I can't live without you now. I got my second chance and now I'm not going to let anything come between us."
"I hope you're joking when you say I'm going to support both of us… I don't date slackers, Mr. Grayson. I hope you reconsider…"
He kisses my lips. Softly and first and then— "Richard! You are not using sex to distract me!" I push him away.
A fake pout on his face. I don't remember Richard being so playful since we dated. It's kind of adorable in an annoying way.
"Richard! I'm serious."I say crossing my arms over my chest.
"I told you… I don't want to go back to Bruce. I don't want to be some big hot shot like him. I want to be a normal man who comes home to his beautiful girlfriend without having the paparazzi up on our business! Don't you?"
"You're talking to the wrong person. I'm also very well-known as well Richard. I have accepted it besides the paparazzi in Paris aren't as bad. They have nothing bad on me anyway, since I don't date. I'm a workaholic now."
He relaxes, his back slouching a little bit. I can't resist him now… he looks so disappointed and sad. I walk over to him and sit him down on the loveseat.
I sit with him. "I don't want you to just focus on me… we're together but we also have lots of responsibilities. You have so much power and assets and you can put them to good use, right?"
He nods, but doesn't say anything.
I sigh and then I got an idea. "I guess mom can take over things over here in Paris while I go home with you…" I trail off looking at his expression turn from solemn to bright.
He takes my face into his hands and kisses my lips repeatedly. "I love you."
I kiss back, starting to feel tingly down there.
He moves down to my neck, sucking and nibbling. "Mmm… no hickies please. I have to visit mom."
"No…stay here…" he whispers.
I push him softly away, "Control your hormones, mister!" I stand up and dash into my room so I can find something to wear. Mom's at the office, so I have to look presentable or else I don't keep up with my image as well-known Parisian model/designer.
I wonder what I should wear. Richard has already followed me and has lounged on my bed as I look through my closet. I guess he can help me out.
I choose a teal asymmetrical skirt with a very loose white t-shirt that has a very low back-line. I find my gray oversized cardigan and put my hair in a loose fishtail braid.
"I didn't realize your style changed as well. You look pretty." He says sincerely.
"Why thank you… I'm going to talk to mom and discuss the company's plans as I head back. You're welcome to come… I'm sure mother wants to speak to you too."
"Hmm… I don't remember your mother that much. I hope she's not scary." He says scratching his chin in a quizzical manner.
"Terrifying, actually." I say kissing his cheek as I get my vintage backpack with my keys.
I'm almost out the door when I stop, "Honey, are you coming?" I call into the apartment.
He walks over to me so I can see him. "I was hoping you'd leave without me…"
"Silly! My mother is not scary at all. I was just joking! You're such a coward sometimes!" I say dragging him by the arm.
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"Mom, this is Richard Grayson. The man from last night." I say calmly to my mother who is sitting at her desk in her office.
Her glasses are nearly at the end of her nose, as she gives Richard a full profile glance. Up and down. My mother looks deadly serious, although I know she's just trying to intimidate him. She does that to any new person who walks in to show them that she runs the show. And once she has your respect she lightens up and everyone is in love with her.
"Korinna, my dear, I need to speak to this man alone." She says sternly.
Oh no, what is she going to say?
I do not object to her because for all we know she means well. I turn around and head out of the office. I begin to pace around the floor, trying to distract myself with designs, the models, the fabrics and the fellow employees. Everyone has so much respect for my mother that it has almost passed down to me.
Kory this—and Kory that… everyone always has something they want to run by me.
It's a great feeling to always feel needed. I'm such a busy body here in Paris that I don't even have a life. Just me myself and I at home! Half the time I'm sleeping or up finishing some work at the office.
Minutes turned into an hour and I was beginning to wonder what the heck my mom and Richard would be discussing. Is my mom giving him a hard time?
Before I can think any further Richard steps out of the office and signals me to come into the office. Mom's facial expression is unreadable.
"I will allow you to go back to Gotham City to establish our first office in the States." She looks like her business-self which is unlike her for me. Perhaps she's trying to keep up her image as the CEO of a massive fashion industry in front of Richard.
"I wish you luck, Korinna." She stands up and points towards the door, escorting us outside.
I give her a look, and she knows that I will call her later so that I may have an explanation. You never know what mother will do or what she will say… just full of surprises.
By the time we exit the office and into the elevator, I start questioning him.
"So… what did my mom say in there?"
"She just wanted to get to know me. And that she's worried about you and me."
"What's she worried about?" I start to get nervous.
He wraps his arm around my waist. "She worries about you like every mom should. You should not worry about what she said." He says sincerely. But his face is unreadable and I do not believe him completely
"You're hiding something from me…" I give him a glare.
He kisses my forehead. "Secret…"
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On the plane…
Obviously in first class, Richard and I sit together. It's so weird to be going home… well it used to be home anyway. I'm not sure what I'm going to feel being back again… especially since I'm a celebrity. Not looking forward to the security and the paparazzi.
I'm still wondering what my mom said to Richard. Despite having called her when I was alone.
"Allo?"
"Mother, it's me."
"Cherie, how are you sweetheart? I thought you were flying out…"
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, mother… What did you tell Richard? You were talking to him for a long time."
"I wanted to make sure letting you go to the States is a good idea. I worry about you, sweetheart. You finally have a stable lifestyle and you have something to aspire to. I just don't want you to—"
"Mess it up?"
She sighs. "You know what I mean. I know you want to follow your heart and find love, I mean I'm a Parisian for goodness' sake. But I just don't want you to get hurt again. You know what they say… if he can do it once, he can do it again. But to be honest, that doesn't stop women from returning to their husbands or lovers. I just don't want you to be the one hurting at someone else's expense."
She's right. But even if I changed my mind, I knew I was going to leave for the States with Richard. I truly want us to work again. I'd rather work it out with Richard than with anyone else. And despite having broken up with him, I believe I was too hasty because even when I broke up with him, I still felt like we belonged together. I love him.
You shouldn't break up with someone especially if you love them. But I guess it depends on the circumstance. You wouldn't want an abused wife to stay with her husband despite how much she may love him.
You should end a relationship if you don't love them or truly believe that there is truly someone better out there for you. At the end of the day it doesn't matter how many arguments you have… what matters if you love them despite the ups and downs.
I was naïve back then. As friends Richard and I never argued. We had disagreements but we never got into big fights. We were so compatible.
But I guess that's what it feels like when you're in high school with your first love.
To think we dated our senior year and all through university. We had a lot of problems during those years because we were trying to keep in contact with each other (more like me). Not that Richard was a womanizer, he had a lot of admirers but he didn't pay attention to any of them. He was more concerned about school and joining sport teams.
I guess I was really focused on keeping our relationship alive. We didn't go to the same school but we were still in the city. But it felt like it. Perhaps he secretly wanted independence but he did love me. Deep down, we were still best friends and nothing would change that.
But eventually I was spending less and less time with him. Then it became harder to communicate with him and I felt insecure then vulnerable. I missed him. Then by the time we graduated we saw each other every single day as if nothing happened. But I could not forget those years. I still felt unsure and then Barbara comes along.
She triggered something. As if he almost missed her this whole time or perhaps he didn't get over her before he got together with me… I guess at the end of the day, you can love two people at once but it doesn't mean it's right or fair.
In the moment, I was tired and frustrated. After all we've been through… he still loved her. So what does that make me? The 2nd choice? The rebound?
Even now, breaking up with him seemed like the logical answer.
"Star?"
I awoke from my relentless thinking.
"Hmm?"
"What are you thinking about? You haven't said a single word since we've boarded this plane. I hope you're not having second thoughts." He said his face full of concern.
"Just remembering some things… not necessarily good memories." I said plainly.
He kisses my temple.
"Don't think about it."
I breathe in deeply. "I guess I'm scared. There is a possibility that 'we' won't work out a second time. As much as I try to avoid the past… it still happened."
"Kory, I thought you were passed this. I love you. Babs is out of the picture. What else do you want me to say?"
"Nothing… forget I asked. I'm going to the bathroom." I say not allowing him to retaliate.
Some things never change. It's time to accept that Richard isn't the most comforting when it comes to sentimental conversations.
When we arrive to the Gotham Airport, Bruce is waiting for us at the gate. Our luggage has already been put in the car. So we continue into the car with Alfred in the front. Oh how I have missed him.
"Alfred!" I exclaim entering into the car.
"Miss Korinna, it has been a long time since I have seen you." He says, smiling in the rear-view mirror.
"I've missed you, Alfred." I say patting his shoulder as Richard enters from my right and Bruce on my left. Clearly there is tension between them.
"Hey, Al." Richard greets.
"It is good to see you too, Master Grayson." Alfred replies as he starts the car.
Once we get going, the car is completely silent and I start to feel uncomfortable. What do I say? I do not completely understand what has transpired between Richard and Bruce. But all I know is whatever it is, I'm not sure if I want to be part of it.
Should I ask Richard either way?
I remember a time when Richard would do whatever he wanted and Bruce would never care. Although Bruce was his guardian, they were more like brothers. But they both have very independent personalities and not into sentimental family bonding. I'm not sure what Bruce wants with Richard… and I can't help but feel curious about it all. Bruce and Richard never got in each other's way. Well with the exception of fighting over me. That's a totally different story.
I decide to stay quiet until we get to Wayne Manor. Oh man, how I miss this place.
The mansion was been passed down for generations and the Bruce family has been a very big influence in Gotham City for a very long time. Their vision was broad and always focused on the little things that mattered despite how neglected they seemed to be. They helped the less fortunate; the sick, the orphaned, the homeless; families on welfare. They put their money on important projects like hospitals, orphanages, community centres. The Bruce knew how to make money and how to spend it.
I remember Richard telling me about Bruce's parents; how he became their legacy and the heir to the future they tried to build. It's been hard times in Gotham City.
As we pass through the old black iron gates of Wayne Manor, the structure comes into view. The manor almost seemed like a castle to me when I was a teenager and I knew it was a privilege for me to be allowed to be there. Richard didn't have many friends that he trusted. To this day, I've never explored the whole mansion. You can tell the details change as you move to different wings of the mansion. Bruce, Richard and Alfred stayed on one side of the mansion. More convenient I guess.
Although I wanted to explore the manor, I never had the courage to do so. I was afraid… that I was going to get lost.
I wasn't into big mansions… as child my father came from a wealthy family. We also lived in a mansion but I don't have a lot of memories of it actually. Not sure why. It seems that part of my life is erased. I remember my father's smile… but that was about it. My mother does not talk a lot of about father except that she misses him and will always love him no matter how many lovers she has. I guess it's her way of coping.
I don't remember the funeral… despite how many times my mother tells me about it.
"We're home!" Richard says, smiling as he looks around the manor. Richard always loved this place.
Bruce heads straight to the study. "Don't worry about him…" Richard mutters, as he sees my concerned expression.
He takes my hand, "I'm going to the library and get some work done. Feel free to ask Alfred for anything. But please don't go out. You should get some rest." He kisses my temple.
I nod with a small smile.
Something's bothering me. As Richard disappears into the hallway, I sprint into Bruce's office.
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I'm sorry guys! This chapter seems very anticlimactic but I promise that it will pick up! I've just been busy with school and stuff… still trying to plan out carefully where I want this to go. Enjoy! And I'll get back to you with the new chapter.
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