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Chapter 206

The 'Jezebel'


Leah


The 'Jezebel'.

I found the place to be quite an acquired taste, but overall pretty cool. It was just something different than just going out for a fancy meal or the usual clubs, bistros, or parties for us.

Carlisle and Esmé hardly missed a dance and had a great time.

But it was really no wonder that Esmé felt very much at home here. She had been born in 1895. It corresponded somewhat to the establishments of the time when she began to take an interest in dance clubs as a young adult. But she had only twice gotten the opportunity to actually enter one, as there were none in her hometown.

So, twice as a human.

At the moment, almost all of us were on the dance floor.

Sonya and David were taking a break. Due to her pregnancy, Sonya could only manage one or two songs at a time at the moment and then needed a break.

Henry and Eliza weren't much of dancers, although they did manage a nimble waltz.

Even Marcus was dancing at the moment.

A girl - about our age - had asked him.

Did not bother me. Marcus could do whatever he wanted, and he could dance very well. I couldn't anyway. My dance lessons with Dad had so far been limited to just a few steps so I wouldn't look quite so pathetic at Peter and Stan's wedding. After our agreement to teach Becky and me properly, no more opportunity had arisen.

But I watched Marcus and the blonde.

I found her somehow strange. It seemed as if she knew the correct steps theoretically exactly, but could not implement practically. Maybe that was because she was concentrating too much on Marcus's beautiful dark eyes with her googly eyes! She also checked very persistently whether his upper arm was really as muscular as it looked. Constantly she squeezed her fingers tighter there. And those stilts, which she probably called legs! So scrawny and bony and white as cheese. The dress wasn't necessarily fancy either, but looked like a shapeless sack. In green. An Alga on stilts with unkempt hair. That was her. Marcus, on the other hand, just looked pretty. Elegant and charismatic. Both his outfit and his movements. Everything was so smooth.

"Leah!", David practically screamed at me.

I startled.

"What?" I asked. Had I missed something?

"I asked if you would like to dance, too. You look so wistful at all the others," David asked.

I looked again at the dance floor.

True. There were the others, too. Not only Marcus.

But I answered the question in the negative.

We slid over to Billy and Ciara together for a bit and chatted.

The two of them were my constant comrades at the table. Cia had never learned to dance, and there was no way Billy could move well enough or long enough to do so.

Earlier, they had tried to teach half the hall the Charleston. Of course, Cia and I had also joined in. But now we were sitting there again, happily swaying to the beat of the music.

The lady with the camera came by us regularly.

Dad had told her to take pictures more often if she thought there was a nice subject. He would take all of those. Therefore, she happened to stand in front of us and snapped when Sonya and I choked with laughter and coughed.

Great picture where the water ran out of my nose.

Marcus danced three whole songs with the Alga before returning to our table.

I was counting there rather by accident, since our swaying-beat was changing every time.

He threw his jacket over the chair and emptied his full glass in one go. He was wearing a black shirt.

Black was definitely his color. Not only did he like wearing black because it was just easy, he also looked extremely good in it. Dangerous, when he also had a beard once again, like today.

"Miss," a waiter I hadn't even noticed addressed me.

My hands were in his way as he handed out dessert plates and forks. The next course would be brought shortly.

I slid back into my seat and our group gathered again. Becky had disappeared to the bathroom with Sonya.

"When?", I asked my brother curiously.

Jake understood me. As always. I meant his marriage proposal.

But Marcus had also understood me and leaned over to us just as curiously.

"I don't know. So far it hasn't felt quite right," he replied.

"Are you scared?", Marcus reeled in teasingly.

Jake reached into his jacket pocket.

"No. Not a bit," Jake said very calmly.

It seemed to be the truth. My twin didn't seem the least bit nervous and so on ... Now I was already starting with this 'and so on'. Akai was really contagious.

When we were all together, the lights went out.

I was startled by this.

"What is it now?", I pondered, and immediately felt Jake's hand on mine.

"Power outage?" offered Jake in response.

"Not quite," I heard Dad say somewhere to our right.

He smiled unmistakably. My eyesight needed a moment. Wolves didn't mind the darkness, but as a human, the eyes had to get used to it for a moment.

In the background, the swinging door to the kitchen flung open and a cake lit by sparklers was carried in on a tray by Jezebel. She also serenaded with her really impressive voice and everyone in the room joined in the singing.

Jake and I involuntarily stood up when we realized that this was for us. It had taken us a very long second to do that. I almost sang along.

But I was somehow moved by this moment, when Jezebel put the round cake in front of us on the table, she congratulated us again loudly and unmistakably and besides congratulatory applause other birthday wishes were heard from the many guests actually unknown to us.

Leah & Jake

was written in buttercream on it.

Next to the cake was a box and a card that had been set up. Jake and I took these and read them.

We congratulate you from the bottom of our hearts and wish you all the best for the future!

Carlisle and Esmé. Charlie and Sue. Phil and Renée. Billy and Ciara.

"Um ... this has all our grandparents on it ... And Ciara?", I checked and looked together with Jake in her direction.

Ciara smiled without saying anything in response. She looked at her hands lying on the table. Then a Native American man's hand joined them, intertwined his fingers with hers, and the back of his hand was raised in a kiss.

To Grandpa Billy's lips.

They looked into each other's eyes, smiling in love.

"You ...," Jake put in.

"You two ...," I tried, but got nowhere either.

"Granny?" apparently Becky didn't quite get it either.

"Mother?" asked Henry Young in horror.

We sat down again first, distributed the cake and waited anxiously for a few words from Billy and Ciara while we ate.

They told.

As teenagers, they had already been very fond of each other. On Sunday, when they met again, they had both noticed that they seemed to have retained some of that sizzle over the years. Despite all the circumstances that caused Ciara to leave La Push. They had seen each other every day since Sunday. Ciara took her daughter-in-law's car and drove to Billy's every afternoon. They strolled through Saco - Billy rolled, of course - they went swimming with Ced or baked cookies with him, went out to dinner alone in the evening, went for coffee, played cards together or sat in front of Carlisle's log fire. They had just spent a lot of time together. Yesterday they had gone for a walk on the beach in fantastic weather. Both with the thought that they would soon have to fly to their homes and would not see each other again for an indefinite time. This was followed by the question from both of them why they would have to do that. And with it the realization that they did not want to leave each other.

"And what does that mean exactly?" asked Henry, uncomprehending.

As her son did he also have a problem knowing that his mother was in a sexual relationship? That's exactly what his question sounded like.

"We'll see, Henry. My house is in La Push, Cia's is in Boston. My family lives in La Push and Saco, you all are in Saco," Billy replied.

Apparently, not all the facts had been clarified yet.

"A while back, the topic of my house with Nikki and Simon came up," Ciara continued to explain, however. "It is mine, but due to all the stairs I will not be able to live in it forever. Without me, however, it is too big for your sister, Eliza, because no other offspring wanted to come. Henry, you have already said several times that you don't really want the house because you have found your own home here in Saco. Selling the house would lend itself to that, which would allow Simon and Nikki to look for a smaller one."

"However, we are drawn to Saco rather than La Push. There is not much in La Push, roughly speaking. Likewise in Forks. But neither of us are getting any younger and will eventually need assisted living or something similar. We're better off in Saco for that," Billy added.

Okay, I take it all back. They had already planned everything in great detail.

Becky jumped up and hugged her Granny. She was happy if this one would live in Saco and not in Boston, which felt like it was at the end of the world.

I just thought it was cute that the two of them were together.

Charlie asked what would happen to Billy's daughters if he moved that far away.

But Rebecca lived with her husband in New Zealand anyway and only came for the holidays. Three hours more or less flight made no difference. And Rachel had always been very independent and would approve of anything that would make her father feel good.

But Charlie's real question, the one he didn't voice, was also answered.

"And when you retire soon, you'll come to Saco to see your grandchildren, too. Or even before that. After all, experienced police officers and capable nurses are needed everywhere!" opined Billy lightly.

I doubted Charlie would ever leave his little house in Forks. Charlie was a creature of habit.

"Or at least you always come here when you're on vacation," I therefore said.

"We'd love to," Mom said, and Dad nodded in response.

"You are always welcome to join us," Carlisle added.

"We've gotten off the original topic!", Charlie dodged any comment on that and pointed to the box lying next to the - by now non-existent - cake.

I took it and couldn't necessarily do anything with the contents. Jake looked at the paper with me.

A bill! 'Jezebel' was written across the top. Sixteen people, 'six course' menu, champagne welcome cocktail, various drinks... Didn't understand as the right side looked like the whole page had been torn off.

"Your grandparents paid for this evening," Dad helped us out in a whisper.

So we jumped up and around the necks of all our grandparents present. We thanked them for it.

It had certainly not been cheap, but a really nice evening for all of us.

Sonya and David, Marcus and Henry, and Eliza thanked them for the invitation after the objection had been futile.

"And tomorrow you should call Renée right away!" Mom reminded us with a sternly raised index finger.

Renée never came here for our birthday, because there was always a season-opening event of Phil's baseball team on the weekend after Valentine's Day, at which he had to be present. Instead, we usually spent hours on the phone with her, which we had postponed by a day this time because of our away games.


Then the time finally came.

Jake's marriage proposal.

I hadn't immediately caught on to what was going on when Jake and Becky went out onto the dance floor and Dad sidled up to the band. Carlisle also disappeared as if he had to do something, and Mom hurriedly waved our waiter over.

It wasn't until Dad was sitting at the grand piano that a light came on.

Actually, I had wanted to go out into the courtyard for a bit to get some fresh air and was already standing behind my chair, but now I stayed where I was. Marcus had also noticed that it was time and stood next to me to be able to better look over the tables in front of us.

"Good luck, Jake!" he whispered.

"He doesn't need luck, he has a star," I muttered back.

"I just meant good luck that he can put into words what he feels and wants to say and not slip along the way," Marcus explained.

"You can call me Jake," I then heard Jake say after Becky let out an "Oh my God" of realization and surprise.

"You see. Something like that, for example!" Marcus said, proving his point.

I had no defense for my brother. But I felt my twin gathering again. I felt it inside me. When Becky stood there wordlessly, but crying, and nodded, I had to cry too.

Marcus handed me a handkerchief. Mom was leaning touched on David, who had handed out tissues to Sonya and Mom. Esmé, Sue, and Cia were also looking at their husbands with such joyful excitement, only Henry was complaining.

"Where did my little girl go, anyway? The one with the pigtails left and right who galloped into bed on my back?"

"She's grown up," Eliza murmured in response.

"And why did we let that happen?" asked Henry still.

Eliza just hugged her husband.

My little bro was engaged. I would officially get a sister. Or rather a star?

We toasted, hugged the two lucky ones, rejoiced until the last course of the menu arrived.

For each a small ice cream scoop with cream, sauce and decoration. Becky and Jake got their strawberry ice cream together on a plate. In a heart shape and sprinkled with little sugar hearts. And only one spoon. I got chocolate ice cream, whipped cream, caramel sauce and two mini chocolate cookies.

Yummy!

One by one, our people went back to the dance floor, while I went out into the courtyard after all.

A pretty little hidden place, partly covered, with lanterns, benches, palm trees. You could still hear the music out here. The rain splashed down from the large umbrellas. Actually meant for the smoking guests, but others came here to get some air.

Like me.

Jezebel was also here smoking.

We chatted about her club.

The pub was run by the fourth generation and had hardly changed since it opened in 1916. Except, of course, in terms of security and technical equipment. There were interior designers who knew very well how to preserve the original flair despite a complete renovation, which was necessary from time to time.

Esmé was one such and had taken the renovation in hand a few months ago.

So that's how they knew the place. But maybe Esmé had already been allowed to renovate it eighty years ago or so. Who knows?

I went back inside.

Enough air sniffed.

Apparently they had already been looking for me. Marcus came to meet me.

"Dance with me," he demanded, pulling me along by one hand before I could answer.

Before I knew what I wanted to answer.

"Nope ...?", I said as we stood on the dance floor and Marcus was already leading me to the music.

"Too late!" he murmured to me.

So we danced.

With him, despite my incompetence in this regard, it worked quite well.

"So, did you like your birthday party?" he asked, chatting.

"Yes. Jezebel is an interesting woman. She always seems to be in a good mood. She's frozen time in here. I feel like we've traveled a hundred years back in time. The food was delicious, too. The music is really not bad either. Not necessarily what I would normally listen to, but so in between you can really take it well," I summarized. I would definitely come here again. Sometime.

"Yes, the atmosphere here is really incredible. I expect Al Capone to walk through the door at any moment. Or the police to come looking for him," he laughed.

"Just don't, or they'll take you with them!", I opined.

"Do I look that scary?"

"With your beard you do," I tickled over his soft stubble.

Somehow we got out of step and stumbled two steps.

"I just think it's a shame that I absolutely can't keep up dance-wise. It does look great when a couple can dance properly. Just look at Esmé and Carlisle," I nodded over to the two.

"That seems like such a typical girl's opinion," he rolled his eyes in amusement.

"Why?"

"That's what Becky said when Edward suggested it to you guys. And Lily was of the same opinion. That's why I had to learn it."

"You had to? Did she make you do it?"

"In a way. She just loved it, and we were looking for something to do without the rest of the group. But I didn't feel like it at all. She practically beat me to the first dance lesson."

"Did she run after you with a rolling pin, or how should I imagine that?"

"She not ... You can remember their school's little makeshift torture stake. The one they tied me to after your game?"

"Oh yeah ...", I laughed.

"That's where I stood. With the vivid threat of standing there again for every dance lesson I would miss. They used me as a target for their smashball practice. Eric was also talked into the cooking class with Brenda that way."

"I guess that was clear!"

"Yep ...!"

"But you can dance now. So well, in fact, that you can handle me clumsy Something. And you seem to really enjoy it, too."

"After all, I didn't really have a choice about learning it, but I quickly took a liking to it. Floating across the floor with a pretty girl in your arms ..." he purred, pushing me into a spin that I managed to pull off for a change without stepping on his toes afterwards. "And you're nowhere near as clumsy as you think you are. You danced with some people at the wedding today and last week, too, didn't you? That looked very elegant."

"Yeah, sure. With Dad, Carlisle, David, and some others. They can do it. It's easy that way. It's the same with you. You lead, I'll hop behind. But let me dance with Jake. There you can see two wolves stumbling over each other constantly."

He laughed adorably.

"You're not Jake. You'll definitely learn from Edward quickly. And then we'll come back here," he promised.

I let this run through my mind and smiled vaguely.

"Can Edward actually rock'n'roll?" he asked after a moment, after I had already imagined that I would be able to dance better the next time.

"I don't know. It's possible. In fact, very likely. He can do anything. Why?"

"There's a place similar to this in South Portland, but they're set up for the fifties. Rock 'n' roll, petticoats, greasers, milk bars, and so on."

And so on … mmm ...? Akai sends its regards.

"Sounds interesting. We could go there sometime," I suggested. That would certainly be fun.

"I bet you'll look terrific in a petticoat ... Just like you do today."

"Thank you," I mumbled.

My slightly embarrassed gaze roamed. As I did so, I was met with a very sullen look.

It was the strange Alga that Marcus had danced with. It looked somehow as if she was waiting for Marcus to become free again.

"Do you actually have a particular reason that you wanted to dance with me? After all, you know how bad I am!", I then dug deeper.

I raised my eyebrows tensely.

"Um ... well ... I ..." he stammered.

"Come on. Save your excuses. I just caught the look from that weird blonde. She seems to be just waiting to have you back," I said.

"She can wait a long time then. But what do you mean by weird blonde?"

"Why, it's an Alga on stilts!", I stated my opinion.

"The dress may not have been the most advantageous choice, but other than that, I would describe her as rather cute."

"Cute?! Her?! Never ever!"

The dance movements stopped, and Marcus looked at me more closely. I could not interpret his look.

Was he amused? Or rather angry? Surprised was probably the best word.

"You're jealous," Marcus wanted to state.

"Nonsense!", I opined and continued dancing, which Marcus followed slightly delayed. "What did you tell her that you won't dance with her?", I still wanted to know though.

"I hope you're not mad at me, but I said I should dance with my girlfriend sometime, too," he admitted.

I laughed in amusement.

"No, I'm not mad ... But she doesn't necessarily look convinced," I said when I had looked at the Alga again.

Marcus sighed theatrically.

"Then I guess you'll have to keep stepping on my toes with your clumsiness while we're here."

"Okay!", I said succinctly. I could manage that in any case.

The song faded out, the Alga was already in the starting blocks and the next music track was intoned a touch slower.

"Maybe we should just look a little more real," I mused as I considered our dance posture. Standard dance posture for standard dances. Only more casual. One hand rested lightly at my waist, mine on his matching arm. The other of our hands held each other loosely.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, I simply demonstrated it to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.

That was not at all inappropriate. For one thing, he had told the chick that I was his girlfriend, and for another, many dance couples had changed into this attitude with the new song. Jake and Becky, for example, or Mom and Dad, who I saw behind Marcus on the dance floor.

Hesitantly, Marcus' arms slid into my back.

Hesitantly, but firmly.

We continued to sway to the beat of the music. But it became slower and slower.

I had my eyes closed.

To enjoy this. Exactly this here.

I snuggled against his warm body.

I felt his hot breath on my collarbone. I smelled the beach walk in the sunset. Noticed every slight shift of his fingers and each one was a caress to my soul. Our hearts pulsed. Rising. It made something inside me glow.

I lifted my head from his shoulder. I combed my fingers through the hairline at the nape of his neck. Millimeter by millimeter, I grazed my lips along his jawline. It tickled a little at his three-day beard, which made him incredibly sexy.

Sexy and a bit wicked.

Marcus did the same to me, also walked back with his head. His hands pushed at my cheeks; the fingertips traced my contours.

Mine ran over his scar on his eyebrow. His lips opened invitingly, just a little, my fingers following the invitation.

They were so soft, and I still knew what they were capable of doing on and in me. Nothing around us existed at that moment.

"Please, don't look at me like that, Leah," he murmured weakly as his hands settled on my shoulders.

"What do you mean?" I inquired in a whisper. Not understanding. I didn't know what he meant, but actually I wasn't particularly interested right now.

"Like I'm everything to you," he said softly, but holding my wrists tightly.

"But ...", I began, but didn't know what to say to that either.

I leaned more toward him again.

I just wanted that feeling back. It was just ten seconds ago.

"We both know it's not!" said Marcus hard, however.

I shook my head.

This suddenly felt so wrong.

"I have to go!" stated Marcus, turning away from me.

He just left me standing there.

I looked after him walk over to our tables and grab his jacket off the chair.

He looked confused.

He did not respond when Sonya or Billy approached him.

He tore the bracelet with the wolf from his wrist and left it on the table.

As he walked, he put on his jacket and made his way between the many tables, stumbling and irritated. He ran his fingers through his hair. He no longer looked back at me.

It hurt. Deep inside me. Deep inside me, something just broke. With such a beastly blow that my breathing stopped, and a heartbeat rumbled in my ears. A single heartbeat. I didn't know what to do. Whether I had the strength to do anything. Wondered why I could still stand on my feet at all.

Just as I turned around looking for help, I was already half in Dad's arms.

He said something, it looked quite forceful too, but I didn't hear him. I heard nothing.

My slightly blurry gaze found my twin and I was startled by it.

Jake was white as a sheet, and he was holding his heart as he was placed on the floor by Carlisle. Jake looked at me with horrified eyes.

"Leah! Breathe!" Dad's desperate voice came to me.

What had just happened here? Everything seemed to have felt so right. Right, familiar, and good. It had been so beautiful - this moment with Marcus. The feeling of being loved and desired. By the absolute right person. By the only person who could exist for me. But now that person was gone. Marcus had gone and left me behind. Marcus had left me ...

Deeply I sucked oxygen into my lungs that I coughed thereupon.

Everything was spinning.

I felt Dad's arms around me, but I pulled away. I even pushed him back so that he landed on the parquet floor, and I ran through the hall swaying.

Hectic.

By the time I reached the vestibule, the staggering was over, and I rushed further out into the street. I asked the bouncers for a young man in a white suit, and one pointed down the street to the right. I ran off.

Screw the fact that it was pouring rain.

Headlights came from a driveway, but I had to keep going. But the car that went with it was closer than I expected. The driver slammed on the brakes hard as I stood right in the driveway. Startled, I turned toward the car, pressing my hands against the hood in affect. He stopped. Not ten centimeters in front of my legs, the dark blue Audi stopped.

The driver and I looked at each other.

One second ... two seconds ...

The rain pelted incessantly on the windshield, dripping from my face, my arms. I was completely soaked.

Then Marcus got out of the car. The engine was still running.

"Are you insane?! I almost knocked you over!" he thundered angrily, slamming the car door so violently that the car swayed a bit.

In the process, he stopped next to the hood.

But that was just so unimportant.

"You ripped off your bracelet!", I noted. That was much more important!

He ran his hand through his hair, which was getting wetter and wetter.

"It's better this way," he mumbled through the loud rain.

If I were a human being, I certainly would not have heard him.

"It's better if we don't see each other anymore, Leah!" he followed up more understandably.

"Is that what you want?", I shouted, my posture barely changed so far.

Still I pressed my hands against the hood.

"What I want hasn't mattered for a long time!" he countered just as loudly, also propping his hands on the hood.

Only just from the side.

"You bet it matters!"

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"How long are we going to keep playing this game?" I asked, arms folded in front of my chest.

He shook his head and smirked under his stubbornness.

"You'd better get back inside before you ruin your dress in the rain!" he said gently.

"I'll ruin something else entirely if I let you go now!", I countered.

But he ran his hand through his hair again and looked up into the rain before leaning with his back against the car. He took a deep breath, but didn't look at me.

"Yes, Leah. I love you! Still do. All these last weeks have changed absolutely nothing ... In fact, my admiration for you is growing. You were going to fight a supernatural force. Only for me. You lost the man you imprinted on, were trapped in your darkness for days, and yet you can enjoy life again ... Still, with each passing day, I've been able to better accept that our time is over. Maybe it's because I saw you when you were in your darkness. I have never seen anyone grieve and suffer as you did. It made the finality clear to me. You imprinted, Leah, even beyond Nanuk's death ... That's why it doesn't matter what I really want."

"But I love ...", I wanted to say. It was what I felt. What almost knocked me out earlier. That realization of having lost Marcus forever. It had been almost as intense as it had been in the forest. When Nanuk had died in my arms. Only that Marcus was still alive. He had only left me again.

"No, Leah. Don't say that," he begged, placing his fingers gently on my lips, for by now I was standing with him. Tentatively, we looked into each other's eyes. "I could never be sure it was the truth again. Even if it wasn't a conscious lie on your part, your subconscious might just seduce you into saying it to take you back to a time when Nanuk didn't matter, and you were nevertheless happy ... And I don't want to be a stopgap. The role of second choice doesn't suit me and you would very likely understand at some point that I can't replace Nanuk for you. In the end, we both have nothing to gain from this, except that we would hurt each other by living a lie. That's why it's better if we don't see each other anymore."

You couldn't see it, but I cried at his words. The thought that I should never see him again hurt me. Terribly painful. Maybe he was even crying too, he looked so sad.

But the rain still pelted down, wetting our faces, dripping from the tips of our noses, our chins, our eyelashes, soaking our clothes. We were both wet to the skin. Any tears were lost in the rain.

"That's not true," I muttered. "I need you. You brought me back from my darkness and being around you makes me feel whole again. I admit, after Nanuk, this may really sound like a cry for help from me. Like a lie to make my life easier by clinging to what made me happy before Nanuk. But it's not like that ... I didn't understand for the last few weeks why I longed to be near you. But now I have understood it. After you let me stand in there and left me again, I finally got it ... I can't let you go, Marcus! Because I love you! ... I have always loved you, even when Nanuk was still there ... But Nanuk has no more power over me, and I am completely free."

He looked at me reservedly. Somewhat incredulous and moved, but he said nothing.

So I just hugged him.

And he me. Very firmly.

So we stood there. In the middle of the rain and neither of us said a word. The drops pattered over the car, onto the street, the sidewalk, onto us.

But all I heard were two hearts out of beat.

"Please, let go of me, Leah," he whispered after his hands had shifted to my arms.

He pulled on them, but I wouldn't allow it.

"No! Not if you plan to leave me!", I clarified. If he wanted to leave me because of a lack of feelings, then I would have no choice but to let him go. But not like this!

"If you don't let me go, Leah ..." he began.

With a jolt, I stepped back a bit.

"What then?", I thundered militantly, glaring at him.

Just like he did me.

"Then ..." he grumbled angrily.

"Then?", I venomed back.

My eyebrows twitched aggressively, and I leaned fearlessly directly in front of him. Only centimeters separated our faces. I growled.

The next second his hands were on my waist, he pulled me back against him and his lips were on mine demanding.

Demanding, greedy, and ardent. I was neither able nor willing to fight it. Everything in me demanded this man. I wanted him. With skin and hair. On the spot. And with this thought I was obviously not alone.

I willingly snuggled against him while one of his hands traveled down my waist, up my butt to my thigh, which he pulled up against his hip and massaged firmly.

Oh, how it felt!

I had reached into his shirt with excitement and torn off a few buttons by doing so.

Quite accidentally. So I played rampantly with his piercing, which he commented with a lustful moan. I could have gone on forever, but ...

"We should ... maybe ... get out of ... the ... rain," I mumbled as Marcus' hand made its way under my dress to my butt.

Reluctantly, we broke the kiss, both panting with desire, but looked up together briefly at the rain pelting our faces. Then our eyes went to the car. We sat halfway on the hood of the Audi, whose engine, by the way, was still running.

Marcus lifted me up a bit to be able to stand himself up again entirely before pushing me backwards around the car without interrupting the hot kisses.

I kind of fell into the passenger seat more than I sat down.

He quickly ran back to the driver's side and slapped my fingers first.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" he threatened with a fucking greedy look.


The way home seemed to take ages. Much too long, although Marcus did not drive slowly.

Arriving at our Saco home, I leaned right toward him again, kissed him, and fiddled with his shirt even before the engine was off.

"You have to get out of those wet clothes!", I argued completely coherently. I had been thinking about that the whole long drive. How I would get him out of the clothes!

"You too," he mumbled.

We almost fell out of the car and staggered to the front door making out.

It was only when I got to the door that I noticed I had left my handbag in the 'Jezebel'. Including keys and cell phone. But we had a spare key hidden on the porch.

With excited fingers, it took me some time to get the door open.

I carelessly threw the key into the bowl on the dresser and immediately eagerly pulled this hot man towards me. I kicked the door into the lock as I pushed the jacket over his shoulders and him up the stairs. I didn't even bother to turn on any lights. By the end of the hall we had lost our shoes, my headband that had only been on my head thanks to a hairpin anyway, his shirt, his tie. I leaned against my door as his hands pushed the dress tumultuously up my aroused body. The soaking wet bundle fell to the floor as I opened his pants. They were already falling down by themselves, heavy from the absorbed rain. Even our underwear, my black pantyhose and his socks were soaked.

So we absolutely had to take them off as well. In order not to catch cold!

But then we lay on my bed.

Actually, we weren't really lying down. We are lolling about the entire lying surface, teased ourselves almost into unconsciousness. Voluptuous, uninhibited, fanatical. In the meantime I thought I heard voices, but I couldn't pay any attention to that. All that mattered was in my bed. And I was far from finished with him. We had so many weeks to catch up on.

'Live every day like it's your last!' … that's exactly what I did!

Every touch Marcus gave me, I enjoyed. Be it with his hands or his lips. I soaked up his scent like a vital drug. Like the oxygen I needed to breathe. Tasted the so familiar caramel of his skin. Felt the hard muscles that stretched across his perfect body. My bed was like a fiery playground, and we didn't miss a single game. Until I fell into his arms exhausted - completely dazed and shaking - covered in beads of sweat. The liberating explosion inside me had taken me so that I saw stars explode before my eyes.

For a long time we lay there, both gasping for breath, our hearts racing.

I was completely finished. I was alive! And I was complete! With Marcus. The love of my human life!

With that thought, I fell asleep.


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