A/N: Agghhh! Hi all!3 Little warning: it's pretty long and has its ups and downs:-). BUT we're about to take it back after this sooo buckle up. Also M Warning! ;))
The four friends had made themselves useful within the kitchen beginning to cook dinner as Rosie held a death grip on the clothes. She never let the closet door far out of her sight while distracting her friends to prepare a meal. Damn, they were good.
"Rosie, love? I can take those clothes to the laundry for you so you don't have to keep on holding them," Bill offered after closing the pot with a lid as Tanya poured them all more wine.
"No!" Rosie shot up as Bill gave a look of surprise. Her other present Dynamo gave her a raised eyebrow before squinting, attempting to read her red-headed fireball friend.
Bill laughed, "Why what's in them? Government secrets?" he joked. Rosie just gave a nervous laugh and took a long sip of wine. Tanya then recongnized the shirt, she bought it for Donna many years ago when they went out for a girls night. What the hell was it doing in the kitchen? And aren't those men's jeans? She could tell by the cut and not even Donna would be caught dead in something that frumpy for herself. Tanya gasped and put her hand to her mouth, trying to cover her tracks. Tanya had one question...where did they go?
Rosie immediatly shook her head warningly at her friend and gave her an icy stare hoping she would get the message. Tanya pressed her lips together and looked down at the floor. "Sorry, I'm just so excited about cooking!" she lied and looked at her friend who just winced and shook her head. She wasn't fooling anybody. "How about I get those dry ingredient you need, Rosie?" she asked hoping to smooth the situation over and headed for the closet. The blood in Rosie's face drained as she became pale. Bad idea.
Timing could not have been more perfect for Sam and Donna as they came tumbling out at that exact moment before smacking onto the floor. "OH MY GOD!" Tanya screamed and dropped her wine glass, shattering it to pieces. Harry spat out his drink for the second time that day, spraying it all over the kitchen table but, luckily, not on Tanya this time. Harry caught a second glance at the predicament before him, finding it too good to be true, before going into a coughing fit.
The newly weds looked up like deer in the headlights. Their faces were red and their eyes ready to pop out of their head. Shit. Luckily, Donna was on top and her skirt covered both of their lower bodies. So at least there was some dignity.
The only thing of Bill's that moved was his jaw as it dropped to the floor. He blinked, thinking he'd imagined the whole thing. Not a chance.
Rosie pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "Something like that," she muttered to Bill at his previous question. She looked at her blonde best friend, who'd just been caught in the act and watched as she buried her face into her husband's naked chest.
Sam instinctively placed an arm around Donna, "We couldn't help ourselves," he began to explain innocently; no one moved because everyone was still in shock. "The food smelled so great we had to come out before I had," he finished, making fun of himself before bursting into a hysterical fit of laughter.
Tanya joined him as she held onto the nearest table for support before gasping for air and repeating the entire action over, her laughter filling the room.
Donna looked up at her husband and thumped him on the head while giving him an appalled look before joining in on the laughter, which now everyone was participating in. "Just make dessert for four Rosie, we just had ours," Donna managed to joke as tears resulted from her constant cackling.
Rosie threw the clothes at the couple before wiping the tears from her eyes, "I think we need to do more than that, Carmichael. I think we need to put you two on rations," she advised with a naughty wink.
They both looked up at her horrified before Sam smirked and kissed Donna lightly on the lips. Donna gave a small giggle before returning the kiss as he grabbed hold of her waist causing her to let a small squeal. She tried to stifle a laugh as she already felt him ready for her again.
Tanya jumped into action by taking the bowl Rosie had filled cold water with minutes before and throwing it onto the couple, "NO! We have to keep the flame from turning into a fire OUT! It must be extinguished AT LEAST for dinner!" Donna wiped the water out of her eyes and look up at her best friend quite amused at her state.
"Well, I suppose..." Sam sighed and kissed her temple as Donna winced in pain. "Sorry," he said as he began to get up, but remembered his underwear were at his ankles. He turned to the four stooges still staring at him and his wife. "Would you mind maybe?" he asked plainly. Bill, Rosie, and Harry made themselves busy in the other direction.
Tanya stood there laying eyes on Sam, "Oh I wouldn't mind," she said in a low, seductive tone. Donna gave her a warning glare and Tanya just shrugged and turned around, "God, Sheridan. You always have to ruin the fun," she sought out a dustpan for the broken wineglass.
"Carmichael now," Donna happily reminded her, pulling her shirt back on before handing Sam his. She raked her hands over his bare chest, "To be continued," she said low enough for only him to hear. He nodded eagerly and kissed the tip of her nose before putting his shirt back on. "All clear," Donna assured as all four of the guests turned back around.
"Sorry but might I just butt in...what the hell were you thinking?!" he asked like a worried mother of a teenage girl. He poured himself another glass of wine, waiting for an answer, "Did you consider..."
Rosie interjected, "Shut up, Head Banger. I'm having Ruby Sheridan flashbacks the more you keep talking," she half heartedly joked. Harry looked at her slightly confused as Tanya shuddered out loud.
"I really think she does have it in for you there, Chiquitita," Tanya commented sitting down at the bar stool. "Especially after your latest...scandal," she rolled the word off her lips like it was the most sensual one in the dictionary.
"Oh god..." Donna sighed breaking from her husband's embrace and taking a seat next to Tanya, followed by Rosie.
"Ruby?" Bill asked confused. All three women looked at each other cautiously before looking back at the three dumb founded men before them.
"Her mother," Tanya and Rosie said together and watched as Sam became increasingly uncomfortable immediatly with the new topic. "Did you ever meet the infamous dragon lady, Carmichael?" Rosie asked, getting up to check on the pasta.
Donna giggled. "Very briefly, although Mrs. Sheridan didn't meet Mr. Carmichael," she began to explain, "she DID however meet...who was it, darling?" she asked, awaiting her husband's answer.
Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Well if I recall correctly she met Brother Carmichael, who was helping you to get back on track with Catholocism," we winked at his wife before letting out a low chuckle.
Rosie and Tanya's attention turned towards Sam. "You didn't..." Tanya started looking between her best friend and Sam, "Ole Sam Bam lied to Medusa and didn't get turned into stone?" she teased.
Donna fiddled with the fork in front of her, "Oh no. Of course not. Brother Carmichael was very helpful in my studies," she said naively.
"In what? Anatomy?" Rosie snorted before opening up the lid to the pot. "Alright, well considering all the energy you two have," she pointed to both the Carmichaels, "you can use whatever is left to help make dinner. Unless you don't want to eat, which would lead to decreased energy which will lead to not..." Rosie was interrupted.
"We'll help," the married couple said simultaneously. Everyone began chopping or stirring something as Rosie directed them all. It was like old time for the girls with some new, very appreciated, faces along. The laughter kept going with the non stop teasing over the incident earlier and the wine kept flowing, and over flowing a few times on Tanya's behalf.
Half an hour later they all brought the delicious smelling spread out to the table on the patio before digging in. Donna looked up at her friend gratefully when she realised Rosie made chicken salad. Rosie gave a soft smile and winked back. "When's the last time you ate that?" she asked sweetly.
Donna greedily put plenty on her plate, "Back when it was still ok for me to wear spandex," she remarked and passed it to Sam. She took a bite of the delicious food and savored it "Mmmm! So. Good," she eyed Sam who was getting ready to pass on the chicken salad and snatched it out of his hands and kept it on her plate. The Dynamos laughed as the guys looked disappointed, "Ok no no no no. None of that. You've all had your share of me, so I get my share of this," she joked. "Deal?" she eyed each of them up and down.
The three men looked at her with big eyes before slowly nodding, "Right, but what about the ones who are currently having a share of you?" Sam asked and brushed a piece of her hair out of the way. Donna responded by taking the piece of food on the fork and putting it in her mouth. "Saw that one coming," he kissed her temple softly.
"Jesus! Sam!" she winced and brought her hand up to her forehead as her head began to throb again. She glared over at her husband and he took her head in his hands and examined the now apparent bruise.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he admitted softly. "Are you sure you're ok though? We can go to the doctor on the mainland tommorow," he offered and his wife only waved her hands at him to dismiss the idea.
"What happened to your head, Pet Pissy?" Rosie exclaimed hopping out of her chair and examining the bruise for herself. Donna's face became unamused at the nickname her friend had just used, in front of her husband.
"Shower incident. Thank Sam Bam," she said dully and proceeded to work on eating all of the chicken salad out of the tupperware. Sam put his hand under the table and rubbed his wife's thigh up and down before hitching her skirt up and making slow circles on her cool flesh, causing Donna to glare at him. She couldn't respond unless she wanted to get caught.
"I see..." Tanya raised her eyebrows suggestively at the couple and Donna winked at her in response. "Too...slippery?" she teased as she watched her Dynamo stifle a laugh.
Bill rolled it eyes. "Oh bollocks," he sighed and took a long swig of his scotch before shaking his head at the three women. Nothing seemed to be too much for them, unfortunately.
"My sentiments exactly," Harry agreed and sipped his Margarita. "Sorry, but I have to ask..." all eyes were on him as he pointed to Donna. "Pet Pissy?" He asked curiously with a smirk, "I don't believe I've heard that one."
The backup girls began snickering as Donna set her head on the table a little too hard, "Ow! Damnit," yet she kept it there, avoiding everyone's curious stares. Sam brought his hand up from under the table and rubbed his wife's back sympathetically.
"Do you want me to get the M&M's, love?" Rosie teased mocking concern and scratched her friend's head from the opposite side of the table.
"Shut up. You can take those M&M's and shove 'em up your ass," she spat and raised her head. "The whole thing was your all's fault anyway," she shrugged nonchalantly and continued with her meal.
"WOAH HO-HO HO-HO!" Tanya laughed. "Who ate not three bites but BROWNIES?!" Tanya reminded as she noticed Sam became instantly intrigued.
"What kind of brownies are we talking about here, ladies?" he asked smugly, already knowing the answer. Donna just groaned and placed her face in her hands.
Dinner was completely gone by now and all the group could talk about for the past 45 minutes was Donna's legacy on Tanya's carpet. "I SAW PIANO TILES IN MY BLOOD!" she defended for the final time that night. Bill got out his notebook and pen, "Bill, I swear to god write an ounce of that down and Rosie won't have anything to take a chance on," Donna threatened, pointing the butter knife at him.
Bill kept wide eye contact with Donna and quickly shut his notebook and put his pen back in his pocket. "My hero..." Rosie said dreamily. Tanya gagged at her friend's comment before taking another swing of wine.
"Tanya, if I remember correctly. You were married last I was here...what happened to the poor chump?" Sam asked lightly gesturing for Donna to sit on his lap. She plopped down onto her husband's lap as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder blade.
"Husband number 1?" she snickered as a dark look came across her face for a split second. "Long gone," she whispered looking distant. Donna and Rosie looked at each other with a knowing glance. Donna grabbed her friend's hand that layed on the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Tanya gave a wink, "Good grief. Bill that's what you can write a book on! My many failed marriages!" she suggested as the girls laughed. "Or...my up and coming romance," she hinted taking a sip of wine.
Donna nearly fell off her husband's lap, "Your what?!" both Rosie and Donna asked. Harry seemed equally as intrigued as the women by now.
"I knew it! You little, tall glass of wine. You can't keep your claws out of them for long, should've known it would've taken you less than six months to find another tycoon to rob," Donna laughed as Tanya lightly punched her in the arm.
"Honestly!" Rosie agreed as Tanya then swatted her arm. "Why the hell didn't you tell us?" Rosie asked shaking the tall brunette's shoulders in the process.
"Oh, please. I have some class you know. You didn't really think I was going to steal the thunder on my goddaughter's wedding weekend, did you? I'm a selfless fairy god mother when it comes to that one," she winked at them. She watched as her fellow Dynamos said nothing but waited for her to continue.
"Good god, woman! Out with it!" Harry eagerly said leaning in more as if he was hearing the latest gossip on the new intern at the bank. Sam and Bill nodded at each other and began to clear plates.
"We'll just clean this up and let you ladies and Harry talk," Sam suggested as he stood up and let Donna have his seat before kissing her head and going to the kitchen along with Bill. Donna admired her husband's fantastic backside as he made his way into the kitchen.
"Oi! Carmichael! Could you maybe not drool over Sam Bam's ass for two minutes?" Tanya asked and watched her friend's head turn abruptly when she realized she'd been caught, but instead of being embarrassed she just gave a naughty shrug. "My my Shady Lady...what has he done to you? Seems like you grew back down," Tanya winked.
"Oh ho ho trust me...there's been lots of growing up...on uh...his part," she informed the drama-loving bunch. They all three laughed in response at her sly sexual comment, "Ok ok ok...Tan! Details!" Donna squealed.
Tanya relaxed in her chair and drew circles around her wine glass. Three pairs of eyes were glued onto her, as hungry for the scoop as the Carmichael were for each other at the moment. "Wellllll..." she began before shrinking into her seat and biting her lip, "He's a publisher," she said as if that was all there was to tell.
"And?" Rosie scoffed knowing surely the serial bride wasn't about to keep quite. The bunch leaned in closer to Tanya, waiting for it all to drop.
"And..." Tanya started, but stopped. They all just starred at her, unamused. Harry slammed his head on the table and groaned at the brunette's vagueness. The three women let out a laugh at the man's misery.
"Tanya dearest, of all times to be tight-lipped would've been last night when all you could talk about was the earth shattering sex you'd been having with this mystery man, right AFTER I had complained how I wasn't getting any," Harry shook his head at the woman.
The Dynamos' jaws dropped, "WHAT?! You told Ole Head Banger over here last night about your sex life with the new bloke, but not us?!" Rosie asked shockingly.
Tanya held her hands up and shrugged, "How the hell am I supposed to tell the two of you when you were both getting earth-shattering sex of your own?" she defended.
Donna and Rosie looked at each other and then back at Tanya, "True," they said simultaneously. Tanya shook her head at the pair. It got quite again, then Tanya realized they were all awaiting her to proceed with her newly found Romeo.
"Oh! Right...ok so he's incredibly literate and has the most phenomenal way with words," she began and clapped her hands together. They were all drawn in. "So I met him a few months ago and we've just really hit it off. I'm not expecting anything major, due to my...history," she confirmed which earned her giggles from the group, "But...it's getting some what serious because I met his son," she finished quickly, awaiting to be bombarded and closed her eyes in anticipation.
"YOU WHAT?!" They all asked and immediately began firing question after question and all Tanya did was press her lips together, shake her head, and poured herself another glass of wine. Rosie snatched it from her.
"Either you spill, or I do," the red-headed threatened and held her glass above the concrete. Tanya reached for it, but failed, "Ah-ah-ah!" Rosie said and began to tip the glass.
"FINE! He's also given me a key to the apartment he has in LA and his sons name is Jonathan and Phillip is super proud of the kid, it's adorable really. He'll be a senior this year at Stoneridge Academy and..." Tanya trailed off as she caught Donna's eyesight and her face fell.
"Stoneridge?!" Rosie asked immediately, "That's where..." she trailed off and looked at Donna whose eyes were fixed on her hands in her lap.
"Oh my god I didn't mean..." Tanya started but Donna just smiled and shook her head at her best friend; tears developing in her eyes. Tanya turned towards Harry and with a flash of her cold eyes, sent him a message.
Harry scrambled to get out of his chair before falling flat on his buttocks and jumping right up, all to the girls' amusement. "Right...I'm just going to make myself useful in the kitchen with cleaning and er...um...yes...goodnight!" he sped out of the patio; leaving dust in his trail after Tanya's warning glare.
"Jesus Tan," Donna sniffed and pulled her legs up to her chest, commenting on her friend's death stare given to her ex-lover. Tanya shrugged and made her way to sit on the other side of Donna.
"We were gonna have to kick his ass out eventually anyway...his VIP pass had nearly expired," she teased and embraced her friend as Rosie did the same. "Shit honey, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" Tanya defended expecting her friend to raise hell on her.
"Oh god honey it's not your fault. You were just trying to give us the scoop...it's not your fault his son goes the same place as..." she trailed off and started crying as the tears began to fall. The Dynamos gave each other a knowing glance and stood her up and began to walk.
Donna knew where they were going, and she was incredibly grateful for it. They always went to the beach near the dock and sat down in years past when they needed a getaway from the getaway to talk. Something about the movement of the gorgeous blue water and crystal white sand to sink your toes in was always calming whenever a serious topic approached. They reached their beloved spot and all sat down, Donna in the middle, into the soft sand. No one said anything, they were waiting for Donna to start, but Donna wasn't ready just yet. They didn't care. They'd wait. Donna breathed in the beloved salty air and listened to the waves crashing around her and fell in love with her little island all over again. She turned to look at her friend's and criss-crossed her legs.
"Sometimes I wish you girls couldn't read me so well," she began with a laugh as they smiled sympathetically at her and each held a hand. "But, I'm beyond grateful you can or else I'd have no one to talk to about this," she began crying again as her tears hit the sparkling sand.
"We've always been here, Chiquitita. We're never far...despite maybe thousands of miles. We've always come for each other when needed," Rosie assured. "So stop thinking you're being weak because your not, Donna. I don't care if it'd been 40 years instead of 17... you're aloud to have this. You're allowed to cry and get it all out. Especially with Sam back...it makes sense," Rosie assured her as her best friend's sobs became louder.
Rosie was right. She usually was when it came down to Donna's emotions. She did feel she was being dramatic over the situation, just because her baby also went to Stoneridge, but she wasn't really her baby. Not on paper at least... It didn't matter to Donna because it still shattered her heart every time the topic came up. She had busied herself with Sophie and threw herself into improving the hotel for the past 16 years to avoid thinking about the unfortunate incident. But now that Sam was in her life again, every time she looked at him she felt a little guilt because she had a well-locked secret. The big reason for her tears was not only her sorrow over the situation, but how was Sam going to react.
"It's n-n-not fair!" she cried out as her best friends held her closely to them. "She was m-mi-mine! She's still my b-ba-baby, but she doesn't even kn-know how s-s-sorry I am!" she yelled at the top of her lungs before she leaned into Rosie. "A-and the w-w-worst part is she can't know! Be-be-because I was cheated out of my own d-d-daughter!" she sobbed as Tanya leant in to hug her. The back up girls held their Donna in between them. They were always her rocks...the ones she'd fall back on but now she had Sam for that.
"You need to tell him, honey..." Tanya whispered as she wiped her own tears. Whenever the sensitive subject approached even the cold-hearted Cleopatra lost it because she'd been with her blonde headed Shady Lady through the whole ride, the bumps and swerves in the road...which all lead to the crash that no one ever recovered from.
Rosie nodded slowly in agreement, "Donna, that man is so in love with you and has been for almost 21 years," she said defending Sam's case. "He's not going to leave you after decades of chasing and missing you," she reminded her friend. Donna nodded her wiped her eyes.
"I know, I know, I know. But, what if he does..." she pulled her knees up to her chest and shrugged her shoulders inwards as her face was buried in her legs.
They whispered her words of assurance that her husband would never do that to the woman he'd pined over for more than two decades. She was petrified. Petrified of what he'd feel, of what he'd say, or of what he'd do. After 17 years of being apart, they were finally home. Home was with each other and Donna was about to wreck that with her demons that had been at bay. "I can't..." she whispered barely audible for her friend's to hear.
Tanya looked up at the sound in the distance only to see a manly figure walking towards the bunch: Sam. "Tough luck, doll..." Tanya whispered trying to lighten the mood. Donna raised her head confused as Tanya pointed to the dark silhouette in the night walking towards them.
Donna's stomach began to turn, "I gotta get outta here," she began to get up only to be shoved down by her best friends. She looked in disbelief at her backup girls who knew when she was trying to run; and she was. They each held an arm incase she decided to make a break for it, "Screw you both," she muttered looking out to the water.
Sam reached them and Tanya got up to meet him, "She needs you...she just doesn't know it yet. The only reason she doesn't know it is because she has it imprinted in her brain that you won't be there for her to need," she sighed and rubbed his arm. Sam look at his wife who had her back to him leaning against Rosie 20 feet away. He gave Tanya a puzzled look.
"Never took you for riddles," Sam said frustratingly obviously not getting what Tanya was saying. He wasn't supposed to, she was merely trying to help him understand a little. She gave a light laugh and headed up the steps as Sam stood there perplexed. He decided just to keep in mind what Tanya as he approached his wife.
Rosie looked up at him without saying a word and gave Donna one last hug, "You're knight in shining armor is here, love," she kissed the top of the blonde's head before crossing Sam. She paused and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She just put her hand on his shoulder, "Prove her fears wrong, Carmichael," she whispered and headed off in the same direction Tanya had.
Sam stood there as the advice of both Dynamos swirled around his head. He looked at his wife as her arms were wrapped around her legs and she looked into the beautiful ocean as the full moon reflected into the water. He was sure she'd opened up to the girls about the root for her emotions during their conversation in the bedroom earlier that day. Even if he didn't know them yet. He couldn't stand not being able to touch her when he knew she was hurting, he could tell by the way she was holding herself. He'd come down here to find his gorgeous wife and to continue where they'd left off prior to dinner but after the Dynamos' advice, he knew something was wrong with his wife. Honestly, he could've been able to tell just how she was sitting. He couldn't stand there and do nothing so he slowly walked towards her and sat down behind her before pulling her stiff body into.
"Ok..." he said as he wrapped his arms around her, hoping she'd loosen up. She just sniffed back some tears which fell anyway. He looked at her tear stained face and turned her towards him, "Woah woah woah," he said softly as he took his shirt off for his wife to wipe her tears and blow her nose in. She looked at him questionably and with a small smile at his gesture. He winked, "It's the thought that counts, darling. I found it rather romantic so by all means use it," he teased as she buried her face into the shirt to blow her stuffy nose and wipe her tears. He felt her body start to relax a little after his silly gesture, and she rested herself into him as he then held her tight. He wasn't in a rush, they could stay out here all night if that's what it took until she came to a conclusion on what she was going to say. "Darling, you know you don't have to tell me. I won't lie, after the very little the girls said I'm worried. God, I've always been worried about you, and now that I'm able to be here for you when I know you're holding something back, literally brings a pain to my chest. But I'll wait. I promise," he assured her as his voice broke and she was pleasantly surprised when he crashed his lips onto her own and began moving his on top of hers. It took her a moment before she relaxed even more and began to more her lips with his, allowing him access into her mouth as he willingly obliged, his tongue sliding in and melting with hers. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers, "But let me say this...please," his breathing was shallow, as was hers. She nodded and looked deep into his dark blue eyes, "We haven't talked about New York. I know why you think I didn't see you off, because I went back to my family. Don't lie to me either I know you too damn well, Donnatella. As you do me," he kissed her forehead and she nodded in agreement (to his surprise). "I could NOT see you off that day because they wouldn't let me. Since I had no relation other than being desperately in love with you, if he ever came after me and asked for you, I could answer innocently. They wouldn't tell me what flight you took to where, not even what time you left...and I felt so helpless to know I couldn't protect you," he admitted defeatedly. "I failed you, and I'm sorry..." he whispered as his own tears began to fall.
Donna took her husband's face in her hands and kissed his forehead gently. She never knew that and fresh tears began to fall as she realized he'd been protecting her all along. "You agreed to that...didn't you?" she asked. She knew he wouldn't have left the morning of and never returned because the investigators had told him no, he would've found a way. He nodded.
"The night before, they'd given me an ultimatum: I could see you but your protection was not guaranteed because of my records in New York, or I could have no contact with you whatsoever the moment you stepped on that plane...that way since your records were sealed from him then, they'd stay sealed because you wouldn't be associated with me," he explained. "I'm sorry...I was trying to protect you, if anything had happened to you and to know now that Sophie was back here too I..." he trailed off.
And your baby... Donna thought to herself. She shook her head. She was overwhelmed at her husband's words. It proved how he sought out her safety and her best interest in all of this, it proved he really was still in love with her in New York and had meant the things he'd said. Life just had simply told them, 'not yet...'. "I love you," she cried into his chest as she embraced him. "You risked everything for me even when I thought you just up and left! You just wanted me safe," she realized and held onto her husband tighter and sobbed louder. Her sobs eventually softened and she looked into his deep, ocean blue eyes. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" she asked, pushing the hair out of his face.
Sam scoffed at her question, "I believe that's my line, Mrs. Carmichael," he smiled against her lips as they initiated another kiss, "Don't ever think for a second...I wouldn't risk everything I have or everything I am for you. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat," he confirmed.
Donna's tears spilled all over again and every second that went was another second her heart beat even deeper for him. She wanted him. She needed him. She needed to make love to the man who loved her more than his own life and whom she loved more than hers. She also needed to tell him, but she needed reassurance. She needed him first.
"Therefore whatever it is, Donna. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here. I've lost you twice. That sure as hell is never happening again, I promise you. And I'm not breaking a promise to my wife," he said seriously as he looked deep into her green eyes.
"Yeah...well we've been married like 26 hours so time will tell," Donna said lightening up as Sam rolled his eyes and tickled her sides, causing her to squeal. She stopped him and stroked his cheek, "I'm holding you to that, baby. But, I can't right now," he nodded in understanding. "Because I need you..." she trailed off when his lips immediately found Donna's. All of Sam's beautiful words and explanations had made sense and she was overwhelmed with emotion. But, she knew one thing: how much she needed her husband to make love to her.
Sam was eagerly willing to fulfill his wife's wish. He began to hitch her top up slowly over her upper body as their lips never left each other's. Eventually, Donna broke the kiss to toss her shirt to the side as Sam delicately wrapped his arms around his emotionally fragile wife, she needed to know how much he treasured her. "Lay down darling," he asked huskily and as she did, he began placing kisses down her throat, across her chest before reaching and unhooking her bra and throwing it in the sand next to her shirt. He massaged one breast with his left hand as he took the other one into his mouth and sucked gently, emitting a low moan from Donna. He swirled his tongue around her now erect nipple before lightly grazing his teeth over it. Donna wriggled on the sand beneath her as he repeated his actions to the other breast before continuing his kisses down her belly, towards her skirt. Once he reached the top of her skirt, he gave a naughty wink and pulled it down in one swift motion and crawled back up to his wife; who was now completely naked on the soft sand.
"You see, Mrs. Carmichael. I don't understand why you'd ever think I'd go running for the hills. Especially when I have top shelf. Why the fuck would I look anywhere else?" he whispered in her ear before going back down on her. She knew all to well what was to happen next. She felt his hot breath centimeters away from her womanhood and she leaned her head back at the torment. Sam smiled at her frustration, "I could do this all night, darling," he whispered lowly as Donna looked up at him in bewilderment. He had to suppress a laugh as his wife was growing more and more impatient, "But you should know by now I can never deny you anything," he finished and flicked his tongue out, emitting a low moan from Donna.
He continued his light movements until he decided they both needed more, so he plunged his tongue into her warmth and swirled it around. Donna gasped at the new feeling and raked her hands through his hair. "Sam..." she moaned as he continued his very appreciated gestures. Donna began to buck her hips every so often as her orgasm began stirring deep within her; Sam could tell as she tossed her head from side and her breathing became heavier. He knew he had to up the pace. He placed his thumb over her tiny bundle of nerves and began rubbing them slowly. "Sam..." she gritted her teeth threateningly this time as she was warning her husband. He got the message and his movements with his thumb became quicker along with his tongue going deeper. Donna felt her body temperature rise and thrashed around as her husband took her over the edge. The climax washed over her as she called out her husband's name, but it didn't stop because her husband kept on going and his cool tongue was on full force inside her warmth. Donna dug her hands into the sand as her husband sent her into new, never-experienced wave of pleasure. Donna's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she experienced her earth shattering orgasm and screamed her husband's name for the second time.
Sam hovered over his wife as her eyes were still closed and he kissed her lightly, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. "I knew those pair of lungs were good for more than singing," he muttered against her cleavage as he rested his head there. Donna opened her eyes and laughed at her husband's comment. My god, she loved him. She loved how he always put her needs first despite the circumstance, not to mention how incredible he was at fulfilling her needs. She raked her hands through his hair, "I have a new favorite flavor," he said with a cheeky wink. Donna burst out laughing at her husband's statement and swatted him across the head.
She had to tell him. He wasn't going to judge her or be mad because he couldn't have known and Donna had no way of getting in contact with him because he was trying to keep her safe. She knew that now. "Sam..." she started in a serious tone and her husband looked up immediately with a soft smile and nodded. Her heart began beating faster and her stomach started churning...how could she do this? How did she tell the man she'd loved for 21 years what had happened? That they had another daughter? What happened to that daughter? How could she tell him that she was alone and pregnant once more? A lump formed in her throat, "fancy a swim?" she asked seductively.
Sam didn't miss a beat and took off his trousers and underwear before scooping his wife up in his arms, "Sam!" she squealed. He knew she was scared, what he also knew was that she was about to tell him but couldn't. He knew she'd be telling him soon. So, his job was to make that all the more easier by doing whatever his enchanting wife commanded.
He sprinted to the ocean with her in his arms as the waves crashed against them. She couldn't stop laughing at her husband's attempt to take them out past the waves while still carrying her, yet somehow he managed. They reached the calmer waters and Sam was about rib-deep in the water. He looked into his now soaked wife's emerald green eyes as the moonlight reflected off of her skin, "My god...your beauty never ceases to amaze me..." he said in awe. Instead of rolling her eyes, Donna believed her husband and her heart soared. She gave him a wet peck on the lips and smiled.
"You're not half bad yourself, Mr. Carmichael," Donna complimented. She turned herself in Sam's arms to where she could wrap her legs around his waist, "But we'll exchange pleasantries later..." she whispered huskily into his ear before resting her forehead against. "Make love to me, Sam," she uttered pleadingly.
Sam covered his lips on hers and reached around to hold her steady. He kissed the sensitive spot at the bottom of her neck and positioned himself under her, as she then slowly lowered herself onto his awaiting manhood. They both let out gasps as he filled her completely.
She began to move her hips slowly taking in as much of him as she could, and he began to slowly rock along with her. They were in no rush; it was compassionate, it was extremely wet, and they were taking their time. It wasn't about reaching the climax, it was about being together in the most intimate way they knew how. Sam knew she needed this, she just needed him to make love to her, and he planned to do that tenderly.
Donna put her wet, salty lips upon her husband's as she pulled herself closer to him. He slid his tongue along her teeth before she lightly bit it and giggled, in return he squeezed her rear and she let out a small yelp. "I need this...I need you..." Donna whispered desperately to her husband.
He nodded in acknowledgment and pulled her face away to look at him, "You can have all of me. Forever. I promise," he said strongly without hesitation and Donna knew his words were sincere as he began to deepen the thrusts in their love making. She let out a loud moan and moved her hips quicker as the water around them splashed in their faces. Sam began to feel a familiar feeling and closed his eyes tight to hopefully cause his throbbing member to hold off for his wife. Donna wasn't far behind as her walls began to tighten around him and she made her movements longer in an attempt to take in as much of him as she could. Sam sensed her urgency and came close to her ear, "I love seeing you look this you know...knowing just what I do to you because you're better than any fantasy I've ever had and there's no where else I'd rather be than inside of you right now. Let go, love," he said and kissed her ear as he felt Donna's walls tighten even more and she screamed out his name.
Donna's orgasm washed over her and pleasure overtook all her senses as she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder who came within her. She gasped at the sensation of his warm release in her body and didn't move as they both finally came to a stop. "Ok so now we can cross the ocean off our list..." Donna whispered with a small smile.
Sam grinned at his wife and shook his head; she was smiling finally. "Does that mean it's completely off limits now?" Sam asked disappointedly as Donna shook her head and splashed water in his face. "Oh-ho-ho...it's like that now?" he asked dauntingly. He picked up his wife bridal-style, before she could protest, and threw her in the air: causing her to splash a few feet away from him. He waited for her to come up but she didn't after a few seconds until he felt something around his ankles. Shit.
Donna yanked her husband down under with her as he grabbed her face and kissed her lightly. They came up, gasping for air and felt cold droplets on their face as the wind picked up and they heard a rumble of thunder. "I think that's our cue," Donna said and began to walk on the soft, squishy sand until Sam picked her up and began walking with her. "Sam! Put me down!" she protested.
He smiled and began to laugh, "No," he said defiantly. "You're my wife but you're also my queen," he began and Donna rolled her eyes at the over used analogy among millions of couples. "I'm serious! Therefore you will be treated as such. Especially tonight," he kissed her forehead as Donna nodded, knowing he was referring to the episode she'd had with the Dynamos earlier.
They reached the dry sand and he set her down and scouted out their clothes. "Sam..." she started and waited for him to turn around as she crossed her arms and began to shiver due to the stormy breeze on her bare skin. "I want to tell you..." she began and tears filled her eyes once more, "I'm going to tell you, I promise...soon...I just..."
Sam cut her off, "Need time," he finished for her. She nodded and buried her head into his chest. "Mrs. Carmichael, I assure you: you're not loosing me. Sorry to disappoint after all of these years," he winked.
"I'll need that in writing," she said dryly not finding much amusement in her husband's teasing at the moment.
"Then we'll get it carved on my grave," he responded and picked her up before she could respond and headed back up to the Villa.
"Sam! You're forgetting we're still naked!" she reminded him. He only shrugged and began walking up the stairs.
"So we run fast," he suggested and put her down and sprinted in front of her with their clothes. She stood on the steps completely bare and in complete shock.
"I swear to god, Carmichael. If I didn't love you..." she muttered under her breath and sprinted after him.
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The beloved couple had crashed on the bed the moment they stepped foot in the bedroom, too tired to fight each other for their clothes. But, Donna didn't sleep long.
The blonde woke up with a start, "Sam!" she screamed and sat up in bed. She became aware of her surroundings only to realize it was a dream, oh god please say it didn't wake her husband up. By the time Donna was able to remember where she was, her husband had shot up, "Donna? Sweetheart it's okay it was just a dream..." he said soothingly and cupped her face. She began to tremble as he took her in his arms.
But it wasn't a dream. It was all too real. She'd had flashbacks. New York, the delivery, the C-section, and her little baby girl were all very real factors. What was different was that Sam was in the hospital room this time, and ran the moment he saw them both. "N-n-no. It was real..." she cried into his chest. "Y-y-you saw us and left..." she explained only to add more confusion on Sam's part. "And then...t-t-they took her from me," she sobbed.
"Saw who and left, darling? Took who? Donna, look at me. I'm right here I'm never going anywhere...I'll prove it to you. You just have to tell me what it is, darling." He wiped the tears from her face and waited for her response.
She took a shaky breath. This was it, there was no going back because he'd find out sooner or later. She prayed he proved her fear wrong of leaving her. She was certain she couldn't live without him. He was the only one who really needed to know in the first place because he could help her. She needed him to help her but it all seemed too good to be true. So, if he did change his mind at least he knew and she could make a failed attempt at rebuilding the walls with no secrets in between. She pursed her lips and looked him dead in the eye and whispered, "Um...after New York..." she began and looked at her husband who took her hands in his and rubbed circles into her palms. She took a deep breath and uttered the three game changing words, "I was pregnant."
A/N #2: What IS all the fuss over New York?:)) Soon enough babes! I love reviews nearly as much as Peryl (that's a lot of love fyi) so Id adore some feedback!:) Again, little long I know and a little slow:/ BUT things are about to pick up with these blasts from the pasts, hopefully! ;)
All the Love,
Ellie
