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Chapter 13: Drunken Passion

"You just had to wear red, guess I'll be betting on black for the night" Daniel said with an arrogant smirk on his handsome face as he walked up towards Emily who was exquisitely dressed in a beautiful long ruby red colored dress, which she wore more perfectly than he wanted to admit. He himself was well dressed too, in his simple but fancy black and white suit.

Emily only rolled her eyes, "You're late" she hissed, not even trying to mask the look of disdain plastered across her face. "You knew full well the event started at nine pm, it's now quarter past ten."

Daniel shrugged his shoulders, and took a sip of alcohol, from the glass of liquor in his hand, "You're lucky I'm even here at all" he said dismissively, as his eyes took in his surroundings. It was just another extravagant Hampton's style charity event that Emily had organized, jazzing it up by using the theme Monte Carlo Casino Night.

"And you're lucky you're not in jail," Emily retorted, keeping her voice low, for there were many flocking socialites around, "just remember that you're my husband Daniel"

Saying that last part, with a sickly sweet smile strewn across her face, she took a step closer towards him, looping her arm through his own, "You know the rules, now play your part, or else it's no fun" she muttered under her breath, as she began to walk around with her husband on her arm, happily conversing with many of her guests as she circled the large hall.

A few hours later, deciding that she deserved a little break from it all; both Daniel and the continued stress of running her event and keeping her guests entertained, Emily slithered over to the bar table, thankful that she'd selected only the best of wines and liquors to be served for her guests.

Sitting down elegantly on the expensive bar stool, Emily turned her head to see a familiar face beside her. "Officer Hunter" she said in greeting, smiling at him genuinely, her first real smile in hours.

He smiled back at her, his eyes inadvertently lighting up, "Emily, I was wondering when I was going to bump in to you, I wanted to thank you first hand for the invite. It's not really my usual scene but it's nice to do something different, and it gave me an excuse to add some wear to this suit that had just been sitting in my closet for ages." Pausing, he then quickly added, "and please just call me Ben."

It wasn't the first time that he'd asked her that, but being that they were in a more social setting, she felt more obliged to do so.

"Well then Ben" she said slowly, "The suit looks good on you... and it's nice not to see you in your uniform, you look less intimidating"

Ben chuckled, "I wouldn't say that I'm intimidating" he replied, "I'm just a normal, nice guy".

If anything he thought Emily was the intimidating one, she was beautiful, she was intelligent, she was kind, and there was just something about her... he couldn't put his finger on it but she just looked forever in control.

Emily smiled, "Well you know what you're getting with normal and nice" she responded lightly, "and there's something nice about that."

She wished she could be normal and nice, and that she could leave Daniel and eventually settle down with a good man... live a normal peaceful life... and have kids, but apparently that was too much to ask for, so here she was stuck in the constant turbulent chaos she'd created with her fated lover.

"What's the matter?" Ben asked tentatively, having noticed her smile falter, and seen a sad expression flash across her beautiful face.

"What –um, nothing" she said quickly, feeling almost startled, that he'd sensed her discontent. She wasn't used to the men around her being so observant of her.

Ben nodded his head gently, changing the subject, as he said, "What an amazing event though Emily, I'm no expert, but I would say this is a huge success. I can only imagine the type of money you've been able to raise tonight for your cause."

Emily smiled and nodded her head, "Yes, thank you, though I can't help but wonder how many donations were genuine and how many were given just to prove one's wealth."

"I can't tell you that, but you can be assured that mine was genuine" Ben said honestly, his deep brown eyes gazing into hers.

"Thank you" Emily replied softly, a fresh wave of guilt washing over her from knowing how much she was playing him tonight. Ben was a very nice guy, his only fault being that he had developed feelings for her, a fault that she was cruelly monopolizing, in order to further anger Daniel through stirring up feelings of jealousy within him.

It was only a matter of time, before Daniel would come back waltzing towards the bar for another refill of whatever liquor could get him through his dreadful night, and when he did, to see Ben flirting so publically with Emily, and to see her responding, well she had high confidence that even though his feelings for her were no longer of love, it would really set him off.

So wickedly, she was toying with Ben's feelings but what did it matter when her soul was already bound to hell anyway?

"I'm hoping that all this work you've put into this event, means that you're on your way to becoming fully recovered?" Ben asked tentatively, hoping that her gun wounds were no longer causing her such pain.

Emily nodded her head, "I'm hoping so too" she murmured, as she motioned across the table to the bartender.

"What would you like Mrs. Grayson?" the bartender asked politely,

Emily glanced at Ben before turning back towards the bartender, "I'll have what he's drinking" she responded.

"Even the host should be able to have a drink, shouldn't she?" Emily asked lightly, turning to Ben as the Bartender poured her drink and slid it across to her.

Ben chuckled, "Of course, you're the one who did the most work, and being the host doesn't mean you can't have a bit of fun, and a bit of alcohol"

Emily laughed, "What does being the host mean then?"

"Being the host means that you're the one in the most beautiful dress" Ben responded earnestly, "or it does when it applies to you, you look stunning Emily, you really do."

Emily's eyes widened in surprised, and she smiled feeling truly touched from his compliment; it had been a while since she'd heard any, especially like that. "You're too sweet" she murmured, her meaning behind it all the literal.

Whether purposefully or inadvertently, Ben leant in closer towards her, his deep brown eyes gazing at her too fondly for it to be considered a friendly glance. "No, I mean it, I think you're beautiful Emily" he said softly.

"Ben... I" but before she could respond, he closed the gap between them and impulsively pressed his soft lips against her own.

"You must be so proud of your wife, she's still recovering from that horrifying shooting and yet she still found the strength to organize this extravagant event and raise money for her charity."

Daniel nodded his head, and forced a fake smile on his face, "Yes she can do no wrong" he said sarcastically, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Not sensing the cynicism behind his comment, the guest in front of him smiled back, chuckling lightly, which quickly faded and turned into a nervous type, as she quietly said, "Except maybe kiss another guy at this event"

Daniel turned his head towards where the women was looking to see the infuriating sight of Emily's lips pressed up against another man's...correction Officer Hunter's. Did it make him sad? No. But it sure as hell made him want to rip them apart and claim his blonde haired beauty, solely for the purpose of establishing both to the lustful men out there, that Emily was his, and to Emily herself that because of her god damn malevolence and obstinacy, they were still tethered to each other like two chains of a faulty lock, and therefore that he wouldn't let her get away with doing what she wanted.

"Excuse me" he muttered hotly, as he began to briskly walk towards the two culprits of his clearly provoked anger. At least they were by the bar he thought with dark humour, then he could kill two birds with one stone; sort them out and refill his glass with liquor.

Pulling away from Ben, Emily put on her best surprised face, as she shyly looked up into his dazed eyes.

"I'm sorry" he murmured softly, an apologetic tone to his voice, "I guess it's no surprise now that I've developed feelings for you, but I shouldn't have kissed you that wasn't right, you're married and now I've probably put you in a bad position...and in front of all these people too" he said feeling eyes on the both them, "Your kiss was amazing but I shouldn't have stolen it from you without permission".

Staring into Ben's sincere brown eyes was making Emily feel genuinely guilty, so she averted her eyes downwards towards her glass. She was the one who had purposefully lead him on, and let him kiss her, and yet he was the one who was apologizing. It made her feel sick to think, that she could so easily toy with other people now, without her conscience, or her heart or whatever sense of goodness in her stopped her. And not only would Ben get the rath of Daniel who was quickly approaching, but when news of the kiss got out, it was also highly likely that he would get reprimanded at work for it, because as one of the police officers in charge of her case, she doubted that was allowed.

"I'm not mad at you, I was just surprised" Emily said softly, looking back up into his eyes with honesty, she then quickly added, "You should go though, Daniels coming, and I don't want him to take his anger out on you."

Ben shook his head firmly, thinking the same thing for her, so instead of letting Daniel come to the bar table where he'd be face to face with Ben, instead Emily stood up and walked over to Daniel, hoping to steer him clear of the innocent victim.

It was the least she could do after all, but as bad as she felt for Ben, as she approached Daniel she couldn't help the smirk that slipped onto her face, as he glared at her in anger or the way she antagonized him further by whispering "I could get used to kisses like his".

Expecting Daniel to retort with some cutting remark his voice oozing in fury and disgust, she was surprised when instead he walked straight past her, ignoring her completely to get towards his designated target, who had just picked up his glass of scotch.

Knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop it, Emily watched, wincing as Daniel's fist smashed heavily into Ben's jaw, and although Ben was tough enough that it didn't knock him off the stool, you could tell from the impact of it that it would leave his face sore for days.

"Find your own god damn wife to kiss" Daniel muttered indignantly to him before he walked back towards Emily with a satisfied smirk on his face, "she's mine!"

Wrapping his arm around her waist as he forcefully steered her away from the crowd and an injured Ben, he whispered into her ear, "How's that for acting like your husband?"

"You cruel bastard" Emily hissed disgusted, as she tried to subtly move his arm away from her, without making it look like she couldn't stand to be beside her husband.

"Says the one who used the poor guy, to try and make me jealous" Daniel retorted, "What did you expect to happen, Emily? That he wouldn't get hurt...No you knew he'd get hurt but you just didn't care. You're no better than me, we both use people without giving a damn about who gets hurt in the process."

"That's not who I am" Emily mumbled, not even confidant in her own words.

"Oh but it is" he said smirking, "which is why I punched him...to show you the truth."

"You did it for your own sick satisfaction" Emily retorted, "Like I did when I got rid of Sarah" Emily added just to rub salt in his wounds, "though that pathetic women you could say was guilty."

As promised, she had gotten rid of Sarah the day after she'd found her in Daniel's bed. It had been quite a fun little task for her, one that took next to no effort at all. All she'd had to do was call Sarah's mother and inform her that her daughter, was being a so called '"homewrecker", and then after she'd flown Mrs. Munello over, all she'd had to do was stand back and watch as Sarah got heavily reprimanded for it from her disgusted mother. That was all it had taken for Sarah's resolve to stay with Daniel to crumble, and so much to his bitterness and her own satisfaction, Sarah had left that very day.

Ignoring the Sarah comment, though his face couldn't help but twitch in irritation, Daniel shook his head and replied, "I did it to make you feel guilty, a powerful weapon that you chose to wield over me for a long time, so you know the advantages of using it."

Guiding her away from the main event and down into one of the empty hallways, where their view was completely obscured from others he finally let go of her and smugly said, "there's more than one way to crush you Emily, don't be so surprised."

"I'm not surprised" she said honestly, her eyes flickering up into his with a painful emptiness "nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to you and what you'll do to hurt me."

Daniel glared at her, he knew what she was doing...that feeling that parasite inside of him, she was calling to it, trying to wake it up from its sleep so that it could feast on him all over again, if not for forever than at least for a moment.

He refused to let it, to be played by her once again, just because the tone of her voice softened, and the look in her brown eyes showed some emotion other than hatred.

"I hate you Emily" he whispered harshly, staring at her with an angry darkness.

"I know" she replied simply, taking a step closer towards him as she said so.

Emily was throwing him off balance, making him nervous, he hated that, how she could change so easily, how well she was at it, how she always seemed to be able to play him in one way or another, if she just changed her stance or composure.

"You know Daniel..." she said slowly as she took a couple more steps towards him until she was right in front of him, right in his line of view, where she could perfectly stare into his dark brown eyes, unfazed by the hatred she saw reflected back at her.

"What?" he said coldly.

"I have this reoccurring dream, where we're standing much like how we are now and you take your hands" grabbing them she felt him shiver, probably from how cold her hands really were, "and you lift them up to my neck" she said, doing just that with his hands, controlling them by the wrist, as she placed them gently against her neck. "and then you wrap them around and squeeze my throat, until I'm struggling desperately for a breath, until I'm..."

"Shut up!" Daniel growled angrily, not wanting to hear the ending of her horror story, as his hands rocketed down from her neck, before she could demonstrate in spite, "Just please" he added his voice low and tense like he was trying not to shout. He felt horrified, sick to his stomach of the image she'd placed into his mind, the image she'd allegedly dreamt of.

Like he could ever do that to her.

Emily's lips curled up into a smirk, her eyes boring into his with a look that knew she won, "You feel sick yet?" she asked cruelly.

Glaring at her in disbelief, Daniel grabbed her firmly, not enough to hurt her but enough to startle her, to wake her up, as her back hit the cold wall she'd been pressed against, "What the fuck is wrong with you, that story's not funny Emily, it's disgusting." he said angrily, his voice unintentionally raised in the twisted way she'd made him feel.

"I'm not laughing" she responded sharply, not even bothering to try and get out of her position, for a small part of her couldn't help but enjoy the weight of his body against hers, or the heat from his body scathing her.

"You smirked" Daniel shouted accusingly, his hot breathe settling against her skin, as he angrily glared at her and asked, "Were you not horrified when you made up this sick story?"

This time Emily glared back at him as she indignantly replied, "I wasn't lying when I said it was a dream, Daniel!" A dream that haunted Emily, and made her toss and turn at night, a dream that sometimes woke her up in a cold sweat, or made her shake awake gasping deeply for air...but she wasn't going to tell him that.

"The truth is I loved you, you shot me and now I have nightmares where you kill me, don't be so surprised?" she said caustically, her voice raised in anger, and her eyes dark with hatred.

"Emily I..."

"Shut up" Emily shouted, her body quaking with anger, as she lifted her hand and clasped it tightly over his mouth, "it doesn't matter how many times you say it, it doesn't help."

But he had to say something, Daniel thought, as he pulled her hand from his mouth.

Clasping her firmly by the wrists, Daniel then lifted both her hands above her head, having to restrain them to be able to get his words out. "I'm sorry Emily, I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm sorry that I shot you, I'm sorry that because of me you can't have kids" his voice cracked the most at that apology and he'd had to force himself to hold her gaze, despite the unbearable guilt he felt, and the way her eyes had flickered emulating such pain, but still he continued, "I'm sorry that I'm such a disgusting husband...and I'm sorry that to get my apologies out I have to hold you like this."

Squeezing back the tears that had caused her eyes to water, Emily shook her head furiously, as if to say that she wasn't accepting his apology, and as he slowly let go of her arms, she used her new found freedom in them to slap him harshly across his face. "I hate you" she whispered piercingly, as the sting of her slap echoed across the hallway and left a sore looking red mark to appear on his cheek, "I really..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Daniel pressed his lips roughly against her own, absolving the last of her words with the domination of her mouth. "I don't hate you" he whispered back, in a quick harsh breath, finally being honest with both himself, and Emily for the first time in a long while.

Watching as her angry brown eyes widened in surprise, before Emily could even respond, Daniel had hungrily placed his lips back against her own, trying to weaken her sense of resolve, with the ferventness of his kiss.

"Get off of me" Emily yelled infuriated, shoving him away from her, as she finally managed to tear her lips away from his own, though it left them moist and stinging.

Daniel didn't say anything; he just wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and leant back in towards her, as if to say, it's okay to give in, his nearing lips causing her breath to hitch in hidden anticipation. He wanted Emily and badly...desperately, he wanted her lips, her touch, he wanted to feel her desire, her passion...but most of all, he wanted her closeness; to feel a sense of intimacy with her, with the women he'd loved. He knew it was beyond selfish considering how much pain he'd caused her, but a part of him couldn't help but feel like maybe deep down she wanted it too, and another part of him couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she did give in.

She couldn't Emily thought obstinately, not wanting to give in to Daniel; Daniel who had hurt her, Daniel who had shot her, Daniel who had rendered her infertile...Daniel who she had fought against for two whole months now! She wouldn't.

She refused.

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It wasn't even the feeling of his toned body pressing up against her that did it, or the way that his hot breath had settled onto her skin, maddening her already sensitive senses. She couldn't explain what it was exactly, but it had felt like all her conflicting emotions surrounding him, both on the surface and deep within, had suddenly burst open, exploding powerfully like a rumbling volcano, and in not being able to contain it all, to process it, one very dangerous thing had happened, and that was that all her emotions had gotten converted into one simple feeling... passion, a fervent passion, and so as Daniel pressed his lips softly this time against her own , wanting to probe her gently into responding, Emily did respond and fervently, her cheeks stained with a fierce red blush.

Daniel grinned against her lips, weaving his hands through her golden mane, as he kissed her again and again and again, until he tore his lips away pressing them instead on the smooth curve of her neck. Daring to go lower he then caused a small sound of pleasure to escape her lips as his own lips moved closer towards her chest.

He missed this, he missed her...

"Emily, be with me" he moaned against her skin, the small reverberation she felt from it playing pleasurably with her senses.

This was wrong on so many levels and unbelievably twisted, Emily knew that, and she knew that she shouldn't grant him it, what he wanted, but she was so tired of trying to repress it all, and giving in to his desires...no giving in to her own, felt intoxicating, and in that intoxication she felt free, like all that made her think, all that caused her trouble was finally hazed out. So even if she wanted to, she didn't think that she could bring herself to pull away from him, it was just too strong; their desire, their lust, their sense of longing...their fluttered disarray of complicated emotions spilling over as drunken passion.

Fumbling with the buttons on Daniel's shirt, Emily slowly nodded her head "Just for tonight" she whispered, gasping in exhilaration as she felt her red dress being slowly unzipped from the back.

I know it's been a while, but I'm back and with a fantastic chapter... or at least I think so, please comment if you agree =D

On that note, I want to thank all the people who've been commenting recently, I've received some really nice encouraging ones, so thank you.

Next Chapter: Will Emily and Daniel begin to resolve their issues? Or did having sex just add more fuel to their fire?