a 2nd chapter just felt...necessary. :) I am planning a third as well.


Orson woke up the next morning, later than usual. Immediately, he was aware of the head of red hair that rested on his shoulder. Bree hadn't moved from his side, staying huddled up beside him the entire night. All Orson could see from his vantage point was her hair and the tips of her eyelashes. Her eyelashes moved when she blinked, and Orson knew she was awake. He took the hand he had rested on her shoulders and brushed her hair back from her face. Then he tensed his abdomen so he could kiss the top of her head, pressing his lips tenderly to her soft hair.

Bree inhaled, slowly, deeply, and stirred for the first time since she'd taken her place beside him. He kept his hand on her head, petting her hair softly as she turned over and rested her hand on his chest, and then her chin on top of her hand. Her face was clean, free of makeup and beautiful without it. It was the first thing he noticed when she smiled at him.

"Good morning." she said, and it really, truly was. The first for either of them in a very long while. Orson wanted to say it back, but all he could do was look at her with a pained expression that made her want to cry. "Orson." Bree whispered, moving her body so she could hold him. "What's wrong?"

Orson hugged her. He felt like he'd finally woken up from a nightmare, and he was afraid that if he let go or spoke the wrong words, he'd be plunged back into it without warning.

"I thought I'd lost you." he said. "I didn't want to live -"

Orson's voice broke off and he hugged her tighter.

"I know." Bree said, the full impact of his words hitting her. She'd let him get so close to the edge. She'd almost lost him too. "I'm sorry-"

"No." Orson said softly. "Don't apologize for anything. Just tell me you aren't going to leave."

Bree leaned back and set up so she could look at him.

"I'm not leaving." she said, shaking her head to emphasize the point. "I'm here to stay."

Her voice held none of the false politeness she reserved for everyone else. She sounded like the Bree that came to him with all her worries, the Bree that trusted him with it all. She was back. Orson reached for her, touching her face very gently with his hand.

"Will you make love to me again?" he asked her. "The way you did last night?"

Bree smiled, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch. "Of course I will." She felt his thumb softly stroke her cheek, and she kissed his thumb when it neared her mouth. She felt a wave of desire course through her as she remembered what they'd done the night before. It was a desire for Orson, her husband, the man she'd promised to spend the rest of her life with. It felt so good to want him so completely again.

They were both still naked. Bree laid down on top Orson, and they kissed. She moved against him in soft, slow waves, letting the soft skin on her stomach and breasts caress his upper body. His hands ran up and down her back, making her shiver and let out a quiet sigh into his mouth.

They'd both wondered what it would be like to do this, making love with such a limited range of motion. It only made each move they made more intimate, more meaningful. There was a deliberate devotion in what Bree was doing.

"Wait," Orson murmured between kisses. "I'll sit up..."

He wanted to be as close to her as possible, and he told her so. Orson sat up and leaned back against the headboard, wrapping his arms around Bree's waist as she settled over him.

"I missed you." said Orson, kissing every inch of porcelain skin on her neck, shoulders and chest he could reach. "I missed touching you..." he said, caressing her back and pulling her body closer as he looked up and into her eyes. "I missed kissing you..."

Bree moaned and covered his mouth with her own, trying not to think of all the time they'd wasted being apart. He'd been aching for her the entire time. Grinding his lap, completely unselfconscious, Bree slowed her motions, and she let her lips hover on Orson's as she whispered to him.

"I need you inside of me."

Orson kissed her, kissing her words, and they parted again to look into each other's eyes.

"You want it now?" he asked. Bree nodded. She tensed her legs and lifted herself, giving Orson enough room to reach down between them and guide himself into her. With his other hand he held her hip, pressing her down slowly. She gasped, slowly, and then exhaled, a moaning sigh, making room in her body for him.

She let him move her this time, relaxing her legs and allowing his strong arms to do the work. They whispered words of love to each other, until Bree came with a loud, moaning orgasm. And then it was only Bree whispering, until Orson came too.

Bree kissed Orson when it was over, a deep soulful kiss that said it all.
"I love you." she declared, still emotional but smiling through it. "I love you so much."

They cuddled for a good part of the morning, hungry but not wanting to move from the bed. Eventually Bree stirred.

"Mmm." she sighed, visibly happy and wide awake. "I'm going to go make us some tea." She got up and Orson gazed at her perfect body, contented, before she put her robe on.

"I'll make us some breakfast too, alright?" she said. She smiled. Orson would have loved to join her in the kitchen, but she seemed to want to bring him breakfast in bed, and he couldn't refuse her. Not yet.

Bree stood in the doorway, looking at Orson for a few moments before she slipped away. It was then that Orson felt something peculiar. His toe twitched. It took him a moment to realize exactly what that meant, the fact that he was feeling anything at all in his feet, let alone some movement. Then he thought maybe he'd imagined it, but no, there it was again. The toes on his right foot...twitching...