Okay, how are y'all liking so far? I have never written a story on depression, but I'm going to try this. Ha-ha. Tell me your suggestions.

The Darkest Hour

Chapter 3: Please Don't Let Me Go

That next morning, Joseph woke up and saw that Clarisse was already awake. He went downstairs and saw Clarisse making herself a cup of tea.

"Good morning darling."

Joseph said, snaking his arms around her; kissing her on the neck. But Clarisse just pushed him away. He took a seat at the kitchen table after pouring himself a cup of coffee. He preferred coffee to tea, as where Clarisse preferred tea to coffee.

"Clarisse, I want to talk to you about last night. This isn't going to go away on its own darling. I need to go today and get your prescription filled for those pills. You are going to have to take them."

"Joseph, I don't want to have to take some stupid pill every day of my life. Isn't there anything else that we can do?"

Joseph looked up to see the look on his wife's face. It was a weary, worn-out, and drained look.

He could tell that the depression was taking its toll on Clarisse. She was just tired and done with everything. He had never seen his wife this way before. Clarisse had always been vibrant and exciting. Now she was just spent and fatigued all day. It broke Joseph's heart to know that his wife felt worse than he did.

"Clarisse, you heard what the doctor said. The longer you go with taking these, the better you will get. It won't ever go away, but after the initial side effects are over, you won't have to continue. If you have a flare-up, just take the pills whenever needed. Please, just trust me. I won't let nothing hurt you, darling."

Joseph said, grabbing his wife's hand and bringing it up to his lips. He kissed her hand and Clarisse let out a small groan. He kissed each and every one of her fingers separately, again getting a moan of excitement from his wife. He put his arms around her, surprised and relieved that she didn't push them away. He began to kiss and bite her neck, again making Clarisse whimper in pleasure.

"Joseph….Please."

Joseph knew what she wanted, but he wanted to tease a bit more.

"Please what, Clarisse?"

He pushed and pushed until Clarisse finally pulled his head up to hers and told him what she wanted.

"Joseph, please make love to me. Like we use to, slow, and loving and gentle."

"Finally."

Joseph whispered in his wife's ear as he took her upstairs and carried her to the bed and locked the door. Clarisse was already getting ready when Joseph began to help her. That night, was the first time in over three weeks they had made love, the way they used to; slow, sensual, and pleasurable, for the both of them.

Joseph loved to see that side of his wife. It was a side that he hadn't seen in quite a while. He missed the taste of her lips, the feel of her hands on his body, and the feel of her skin so close to his. He loved his wife, more than words could say, and nothing could ever take that away.

Clarisse was more than pleased herself. She had missed the way her kisses excited her husband; the way she could make him moan her name with just the touch of her hand. It thrilled her to see her husband having to struggle against his feelings and fight his release.

The friction Clarisse's skin was making with his, sent Joseph over the edge. With one loud moan of her name, Joseph was spent, as was Clarisse. They collapsed onto each other, the first time making love in a few weeks, was like the first time all over again.

"I love you, darling."

Clarisse started a conversation while on top of Joseph. He touched and played with her hair as he responded to her statement.

"Not as much as I love you, te amo."

"Te amo, Joseph. Más que cualquier otra cosa que he amado, y yo nunca, nunca te vayas. Por favor, no me lo dejes ir."

The two lovers lay there as they drifted off to sleep. They were so exhausted they slept all that day and didn't wake up until that next morning, sore and exhausted.

Okay, that was somewhat a short one, because I am kind of running out of things to go with this. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to let me know! Thanks R&R.

Translation: I love you, Joseph. More than anything I've ever loved, and I will never, ever leave you. Please, don't ever let me go.