Hey guys so in this chapter I had a crack at writing a sex scene for the first time and... I'm kinda nervous about it haha. So let me know what you think and if it's really terrible I promise I won't do it again. Okay. Thanks for reading!

Thirteen

Present Day.

"Why are you here?" Duncan asked. He had never been more confused, and it showed on his face.

It had been seventeen years since the last time they'd seen each other. When they'd seen each other in the diner Duncan had left the waitress in charge so they could talk. They had gone down to the lake and were sitting on a bench, looking out at the water.

Courtney shrugged.

"My therapist told me I should return to my home town and that it would resolve all of my current issues," she told him, playing with her wedding ring. She gave a short laugh. "He was wrong."

Duncan looked down at her hands, still fiddling with her ring. "You're married," he observed. Courtney looked down as if she hadn't realised what she had been doing.

"Yes. His name's Robert. We met at work five years ago and we've been married for three. We're very happy," she lied. "What about you? Are you married?"

"Divorced," he replied. "I was with this girl, Gwen, for six months and she told me she was pregnant. I tried to do the honourable thing by marrying her. You know, for the kid. But as it turned out, she lied. We were divorced a month later."

"Sorry," Courtney said sympathetically. Duncan shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. I don't think it would've worked out anyway." He laughed. "A punk and a goth don't go together as well as we thought."

Courtney laughed politely and looked out to the lake. They sat in silence, both trying to think of a way to ask all of the questions they had. It was strange that once they had known all there was to know about each other, but the time they'd spent apart had removed all the knowledge they had of one another.

"Are you working?" Duncan broke the silence. He knew the answer but he had to say something before they could bring up their relationship.

Courtney laughed. "Yes, and I'm very successful. I love being a lawyer," she said. "I would never have been able to support myself if I'd pursued the violin."

"I'm successful too, in case you were wondering," Duncan informed her.

"Yes, owning your own business is success," Courtney agreed, almost condescendingly. Just not the kind of success where you ended up doing what you always planned, she thought. Duncan frowned.

"No, I mean I started my own record label," he said. "The only reason I work at the diner now is because of Joe, and Ma's too sick to work so I had to take over. I still go to the city to check up on things with the label, but I'm not as involved as I used to be."

"Oh," Courtney said, taken aback. "You know, I'm really sorry I wasn't here when Joe passed. I know how much he meant to you." She put her hand on top of his, trying to show she was sincere. His hand flinched slightly as she did but he didn't remove it. Her heart was racing from the small contact, she assumed since she was nervous that it had been so long since they were this close.

"Yeah. I'm sure he would've wanted you here too." Duncan sighed and Courtney bit her lip, not really sure how to continue the conversation.

"You know, I'd like to see his grave," Courtney offered. She felt that the least she could do is say goodbye, even if it was too late. Duncan nodded and they both got into his car (which was much nicer than the one he used to drive, but it still reeked of cigarettes) and he drove her in a route that she recognised. It was one that they must have done a thousand times, and it didn't take her long to realise he was taking her to the field they went on their first date, and so many others after that.

When they arrived, Courtney noticed that the daffodils from their six month anniversary were gone, not that she had expected them to still be there, but they had been replaced with blue forget-me-nots, and that was even prettier.

"He's buried here?" Courtney asked. Duncan shook his head.

"He was cremated. He always cared about the environment and he would've hated being in a wooden box in the ground," he told her. "After Ma and I scattered his ashes we planted all of these flowers. It seemed like the right thing to do."

Courtney nodded. "Of course, that makes sense." Just being there, looking out at the field and feeling the breeze, brought back so many memories of their relationship.

"Do you remember when we came here on our six month anniversary?" Duncan asked, and Courtney's stomach did a flip as he did that familiar smirk. She had no idea why it still had that effect on her. There was no way she was attracted to him now.

Courtney folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, a little annoyed at him bringing up her first time when he hadn't bothered to write to her when she left, and hadn't even apologised now. "Oh, I remember," she snapped.

"Why so angry, princess?" Duncan wondered, trying to hide his surprise at her tone. "Do you regret it?"

Courtney didn't respond. She just looked him up and down in what she tried to convince herself was a scathing way, but she took the time to take in his appearance. Somehow he had changed a lot, but he still looked exactly the same.

Duncan swallowed, making Courtney realise that under this confident facade, he was just as nervous as she was. Why was this so hard for them? Once upon a time they had been so close, but now they were almost strangers. The thought made her want to cry, but she wasn't going to do that here. Not in front of him.

"Why did you leave?" Duncan asked abruptly. The question took Courtney by surprise.

"You know why," she replied. Duncan nodded.

"Yeah, the boarding school thing," he said, folding his arms. "But you could've at least said goodbye. It made me think..." He trailed off and looked at the ground shaking his head, thinking better of whatever he was about to say.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Courtney demanded, shocked and offended that he thought her letter wasn't a good enough goodbye. "If it's because I didn't come and see you in person..."

"It's because you didn't tell me anything!" Duncan yelled. "I had to find out from Bridgette that you'd gone to boarding school. They got letters of explanation, why didn't I?"

Courtney didn't know what to say. She stood there in shock, her mouth open, trying to process what had happened.

Duncan gave a short laugh. "That's what I thought. You've got nothing to say."

"I've got nothing to say because I wrote you thirty-two pages and you didn't get to read any of it," Courtney argued. "You didn't get to read any of it because I gave it to my mother and she didn't have the decency to let me say goodbye, even if it was just in writing." Tears were forming now and she tried to force them back but the whole situation was just too much.

This time it was Duncan's turn to be speechless. "I went to your house and your mom told me you didn't love me and you never had," he told her.

"You should have known she was lying to you," Courtney said, tears falling slowly down her face. Duncan nodded.

"So, you did love me?" he whispered, almost as if he were embarrassed to say the words. Courtney nodded.

"I still do." She didn't realise the words were true until there were out of her mouth. She gave him a weak smile, which was all that she could muster. Duncan brushed a tear from her face and pulled her lips to his, kissing her softly. Courtney wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back more forcefully. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible.

"You're married," Duncan reminded her, as she kissed his neck. She looked him in the eye, completely serious.

"I don't care," she whispered. With a shrug, Duncan opened the back door of his car and lay Courtney down on the seats, still kissing her. She kicked her shoes off and pulled her shirt over her head. Duncan followed suit and immediately pressed his lips back to hers, biting her lip slightly. Courtney flipped them over so she was on top, and began quickly undoing his belt and taking his pants off.

"God you're so fucking hot," Duncan breathed, taking the time to kiss Courtney's bare stomach and moving his hand down to her panties which were soaked. He pulled her legs from under her so he could be on top again and gently started rubbing her clit, sliding two fingers inside of her and slowly pumping in and out, making her gasp in pleasure.

"Are you sure you want this?" Duncan asked, his fingers still moving inside of her.

"Fucking hell Duncan I'm not a child," Courtney moaned, half annoyed and half out of pleasure.

With his other hand, Duncan placed it on one of her breasts and played with her nipple. She unclipped her bra and threw it on the floor of the car to give him easier access. Getting faster with his fingers inside of her, still playing with her clit he started to kiss and suck her nipple, biting it occasionally for optimal pleasure. Courtney was biting her lip, but unable to help herself anymore she moaned as Duncan started to move his fingers as fast as he could.

"I'm about to cum," Courtney moaned. Duncan took this as his cue to take his fingers out. Courtney sat up, annoyed that he'd stopped, but he pushed he back down and she realised what he was doing as he teased her with the tip of his cock at her entrance.

"Are you having fun?" he asked casually.

"Fuck Duncan, just do it," she demanded. Duncan did as he was told and pushed it inside of her completely.

Once they both came, Duncan reached behind the seat and pulled out a blanket which he wrapped around both of them. Completely satisfied, Courtney easily fell asleep with Duncan's arms around her.

For Duncan it was a little harder. His mind was racing with thoughts about what had happened that night. He had no idea if she had meant what she'd said, and with her being married it made things a lot more complicated. He wasn't prepared to lose her again.