Holt had been waiting for her to turn up for half an hour now, getting everything ready for their hopeful reunion. He was pacing and watching outside his house every minute, impatient and eager for her to arrive already.

The second he heard her car pull over on the street, he opened his front door to greet her.

After she got out of her car, she was going up the stairs to his entrance and noticed him already awaiting her in the doorway looking very severe and serious despite his chilled out allure. He had made himself comfortable when he got home after the show, removing his tuxedo jacket and bow tie as well as his shoes. Remaining on him were his pants and loose shirt. He was very attractive and looked handsome as ever she allowed herself to concede.

When she had glanced at him, she had stopped moving for a short instant and she had hastily looked away to try to conceal an uncontainable shy smirk kind of like she was embarrassed. She kept going to reach him as he moved towards her to help her inside his house, kindly putting his arm around her waist and then holding her hand while he closed up the door behind them. She welcomed the gesture obediently.

He was now staring at her with depth and intensity, his eyes fixed on her stunning face and she was smiling at him in a very sweet and heartening way. He had never seen this expression on her face and it made him feel so very special tonight because he knew she rarely dropped her tough lady act to let people see through her shell. But somehow, Holt was one of the few who had found the path to touch her soul.

He took her hands to pull her closer to him and moved his hands to her neck and her chin to place them on both sides of her face. He pressed his forehead onto hers, closed his eyes to relish this moment. You could see from his self-discipline how much he had longed for her and he almost could not bring himself to kiss her. He had fantasized about this moment so many times that he did not want to spoil anything. It felt surreal to him that she was there with him again and they were so much closer this time. He opened his mouth a bit as he was on the verge of kissing her; but he restrained himself from it to tease the both of them. It has been so long now since he was last able to hold her and kiss her that he wanted it to be slow and not rushed so that the both of them could enjoy it completely. He had dreamt about this for so long now that he was going to take his time as if it was their first kiss.

Eventually, his lips came in contact with hers and they savored a soft delicate kiss, one of a kind they had never experienced before. As their mouths were joining again, they held to each other unyielding and were slowly flickering together in a unique dance that only them knew how to work.

Holt reached for the knot of her coat and untied it to take it off of her. When it fell down the floor, she moved her left hand up to his cheek which she begun to gently stroke with her fingertips, while her right hand went throughout his thick brown hair. He was holding her face again, framing her, as their kiss started to feel more insistent and pressing.

He still could not believe she was here with him, that she was in his arms, that he was kissing her and that he was about to have her all to himself at last. Her perfume, a fine and subtle mixture of almond and vanilla, was fragrant in his nostrils, her body warm and vibrantly alive against his.

As she paused their kiss to look at him with her eyes overflowing with passion and craving for him, she had never looked so divine and exquisite to him. Never had he met a more gorgeous woman. If he had been afraid she was having second thoughts about them all this time, he understood now by the look she gave him tonight how hard it had been for her as well to contain herself from being with him. There was this special sweetness in her eyes that told him everything he needed to know.

She put her hands on his upper chest which he grasped to lead her towards his bedroom.

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Restless in anticipation of her arrival and wanting this get-together to be perfect and special, Holt had put a bottle of his finest Champagne, Don Perignon, in a bucket of ice to have ready on the bedside table, near the fireplace that was now filled with colorful flames from the fire he had just lit up. He had also taken the time to display several candles all over the room.

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As they entered his bedroom, Lucy's eyes swiftly scanned Holt's bedroom. She felt immediately at ease and nicely warm from the atmosphere of the room. Just by the attention he had put in this preparation, she could feel what it meant to him that she came to him tonight.

Since she had arrived, none of them had uttered a word. They did not need to speak, now was not the time to chat, they had been talking about this thing so many times before, now was the time for actions. Words were useless anyway, they had said before how they wanted to be together no matter what, how it was complicated and everything their relationship implied to the public. But now they could read each other from their stare and body language. They forgot about the rest of the world and they could only feel the heat and the fire from being in contact again. All they wanted was to give in to temptation and get lost in their passion.

The both of them had ultimately lost control once and for all.