A/N: I ran spell check and did some light formatting. Other than that, this chapter is unedited. Tonight, we dine in Hell! I mean, die like men. Or… both. I don't know, I've been sick for a few months and am just now recovering. Also, for a more entertaining version of this fic, my friends and I are running commentary over on sporkingangels. wordpress. com, and you can catch us doing so live on Twitch (Rainvice) at least twice a month. ~littlen00bgyn

Chapter 16: Behind the Crimson Door

xoxo

Things had gone back to normal for Trent and Rebecca…well, their semblance of normal at least. After they had talked out that issue they had together, and Trent had promised to never do anything like that or cheat ever again and had also to try to talk to her whenever he had thoughts or feelings of that nature again instead of shutting her out, things had settled between them. Though she hadn't been 'in the mood' lately either, given she was still working her emotions out, she had respected Trent's mood as well and though she still enjoyed his attentions, she understood where he was coming from.

She worked most of her tensions out in her spin class anyway, though truth be told, she thought of Trent when it came to pushing through that painful boundary in her workouts. Something about him…images of him staring at her with that smirk of his, moaning her name, gave her energy to push through the pain and complete her workout, so she came home, refreshed and relaxed.

Trent hadn't been "in the mood" since he had started on his antibiotic regimen. He and Rebecca were plenty affectionate, especially since they had worked through that snafu earlier, and he had promised never to cheat on her again.

But he had taken his last antibiotic, and he had dined on a yogurt parfait and felt pretty balanced. It wouldn't be long before Rebecca's vacation ended, and Trent had planned a wonderful date tonight… until something on his surveillance alerts caught his eye. He frowned at his phone as he swiped away the notification, then hurried to his computer to watch what was going on, while Rebecca was at her spin class.

"What the…" he breathed. The surveillance was from Nathaniel's apartment— Trent hadn't quite gotten round to removing all the bugs he had planted in every building Rebecca had entered since moving to West Covina— and it was really quite something. Did he just hear his own name? He rewound the footage.

Ahh, yes. Nathaniel was lying face down on his massage table, and his assistant was doing some basic body work that had Nathaniel far more excited than he truly should have been. And then, he moaned Trent's name. Interesting…

Whatshisname the assistant reacted like a jilted lover, Trent noticed. Also very interesting. So, he had gotten to Nathaniel, after all. That almost made their whole incident worth it.

The next hour was possibly the most entertaining Trent had ever spent. He watched with amusement as though this was a slapstick comedy and not basically a gay porno and saved the file to his cloud just in case he ever needed it to put Nathaniel back in his place. He laughed aloud at several points, not least when Nathaniel went nonverbal and mouthed something at the end.

'I love you, Trent Maddock'.

Trent raised both eyebrows, gave a shout of laughter, and clapped his hands above his head triumphantly. Yes. This was excellent. He was living rent-free in Nathaniel's head, and it seemed his hapless assistant had no idea his darling "Nat" was using his body to masturbate to Trent.

He didn't believe for one second that Nathaniel was actually in love with him. Clearly, he was confused, excited, and needed some SERIOUS therapy. All was right in Trent's world, and he could go back to ignoring this creature's existence. Although, he had to admit to himself, he did like watching Nathaniel's body get used and abused while Nathaniel was tied down and helpless.

He locked his computer, shut it down, and put it away in his computer bag for good measure, and waited for Rebecca to get home so they could finally make love again.

Such was the case, as she returned home, sweaty yet energized for the first time in a while. "Trent? I'm home, babe!" She called as she walked through the door and dropped her stuff off at the table by the door and shrugged out of her coat. "You home?"

Gosh, she felt…elated, strong, high on endorphins for sure, and just thinking about her man was enough to excite her! It had been a good class…good thoughts.

As soon as he heard her voice, Trent's body went on high alert. He sailed to the front of the house and scooped her up without a word, kissing her passionately and carrying her to her bedroom.

"Let's make love," he growled in her ear, his voice husky.

Rebecca let out a cute 'Eep!' and then laughed softly as Trent came out of nowhere and scooped her up like she weighed nothing. GODS—That Man! She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her, returning his kiss, adding her passion to it as well, unaware that they were moving till they reached the bedroom.

Hearing his growled words, her body heated and clenched as she looked deep into his eyes. "Yes…." She whispered back in return and kissed him again, hungrily this time as she held tight to him.

Trent was in no mood to be gentle tonight. As soon as he had deposited her on her bed, he was all over her, all animal instinct, using the hyperempathy he had developed specially for her to intuit what she craved. He left hickeys on her neck, shoulders, and arms— good thing she didn't have to go to work tomorrow— and gripped her body tight enough to bruise at some points. He was all passion and pure feeling, losing himself completely in her.

Rebecca was lost in the moment, drowning in the love she and Trent expressed for each other. Every touch, every caress burned as she gasped and let moans and his name fall from her lips like rain! He was more dominate this time and she craved it! His fingers bruised her, held her still, demanded and she gave willingly to him, answering his need and love with her own. She had been usually labeled as a selfish lover, but with Trent, she gave to him everything, and when he 'asked' for more, she willingly gave that too, while receiving his love in return. For to please him, pleased her and he was learning that it was alright to be rough with her. She encouraged him with every kiss, every touch and trail of her nails against his skin. Some leaving tiny trails of red. Every cry, every call of his name, was only for him as she came undone in his arms.

As they finished together, wrapped in a tangled, sweaty mess, Trent almost laughed aloud with relief. That had more than made up for their interruption last time.

"You're perfect, babygirl," he murmured, raining little kisses on her neck and collarbone, basking in the afterglow.

Never had Rebecca felt such peace before. All was right in her world because Trent loved her! Snuggled up against him, sweaty and sated, she giggled softly as she ran her fingertips lightly against the skin of Trent's back, enjoying the closeness of him.

"You are everything to me, Trenty Bear. My life is so complete with you in it." She smiled and flushed as her eyes met his. This was how it was supposed to be between them, and she loved it. Basking in the love of the man who loved her unconditionally was the greatest feeling. She never wanted it to end!

Her words were music to him because he felt exactly the same way about her. He was so grateful they had finally gotten to this point. He smiled fondly at her, stroking her curly brown hair for a few minutes.

Then he remembered - he had wanted to talk to her about something. "So, while you were at spin class, I got a notification from one of the bugs I forgot to have removed from— ugh— Nathaniel's place" —he grimaced— "after the two of you broke up. I found out some very interesting things. For one thing, he's taking 100 mg of a 25-mg hydroxyzine prescription and mixing that with red wine, so obviously he's making healthy choices," Trent deadpanned. "But, more importantly, he's in bed with someone from your office. I don't remember his name, but, average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes?"

Trent had just described most of the male population of California. Why couldn't he remember the guy's name?

"Anyway, I got the whole thing on tape, so we don't have to worry about him!" Trent enthused. "One wrong move, and that tape goes viral, from the office IP address! It'll look like the ultimate betrayal."

Nuzzling into Trent's touch with a soft purr, Rebecca was only half listening to what he was saying till she heard Nathaniel's name. Her eyes opened from where she had slid them closed a bit to enjoy his attentions and she looked at him as she paid attention more this time.

At first, hearing that he had bugged Nathaniel's home should have bothered her; and while it did in some small, rational way, it was too much of a 'Trent' move, so she didn't worry as much as she should have.

But hearing him describe what he had seen made her eyes furrow. Someone from the office? Average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes? That didn't strike a chord in her min—WAIT—! "GEORGE?" She asked, her eyes wide incredulously.

George? Yes, that sounded…right…? Honestly, Rebecca could have said 'Chet McGee' and Trent wouldn't have known the difference.

"What would Nathaniel be doing with George of all people! Nathaniel doesn't even know George exists!" A soft chuckle escaped Rebecca though, as she shook her head. Just what was going on between those two. She knew George had a crush on Nathaniel, but Nathaniel had never condoned to give the poor man the time of day.

"Oh, they weren't technically in bed together. It was a massage table. I think he had asked… Joe?…to give him a massage, and then things escalated from there. The point is, now we have all kinds of dirt on him!" Leverage was Trent's second favorite thing, next to Rebecca.

Shaking her head to clear it, as she did not want those thoughts in her mind, at all! She expressed her happiness at hearing how easily Trent could make Nathaniel 'go away' if the man decided to push this whole issue that frankly, she had put behind her. Trent had promised…and she believed him. End of story.

Though, she stretched out a bit as she lay beside him and rolled so that she was looking at him from an upside-down angle while still laying cuddled close to him and giggled. "I'm a mess…want to take a shower with me, Babe?" She left it hanging, as to what they could do in said shower, and since Trent had taken one earlier, she thought he might not react as badly to it as before. Sure, they had a way to go with that particular fear, but she was willing to be patient. She loved him!

Shower together? Well… It didn't sound terrible, he thought. He could sit on the edge of the tub and spot clean, but with his body facing into the spray, unlike usual. Plus, he would get to watch Rebecca clean her body, and the possibilities of what he could do when face-level with her feminine area….

He beamed at that idea. "Okay. Let's go," he said.

Her eyes went wide in excitement as she sat up suddenly and kissed Trent playfully, before she slid off the bed and throwing a look back at him, headed towards the bathroom. Was he really going to do this?! She was so excited that she could squeal! True, he might not join her all the way…but what the hell! He was going to be in the shower with her, and that meant so much.

Turning on the water, she fixed the shower head so its setting wasn't blasting, she waited till it got to the right temperature, as she went and leaned against the bathroom door, grinning at the man she loved as she gently slipped her hand into his and led him inside.

Slowly, patiently, she led him to the shower and opened the door and stepped in. She went at his pace, encouraging him with her smile. Once inside, she had positioned them so that the water rained more over her then him and looking up at him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and caressed his cheek tenderly. This was a big step for Trent, and she was so proud!

Trent was giddy as he allowed himself to be led into the bathroom. He hugged her back once they got into the shower, and then promptly sat down on the rim of the tub and stroked the backs of his fingers over her soft, curvy thigh, smiling eagerly up at her. This wasn't scary at all.

Rebecca's smile was brighter than ever as she watched Trent; his touch sent a spark of electricity jolting within her. And his smile! She bit her lip as she felt heat flood her once more. Damn, that man! Everything with him was SO GOOD!

Claiming his lips in a soft, tender kiss, she pulled back after a few moments and took a few small steps backwards till she felt the water rain completely over her. She basked in its warmth for a moment, sighing in complete bliss. Knowing Trent watched her made her so giddy, feel so sexy.

Trent grew excited watching her, and he wanted to excite her, too.

"Grab the washcloth bar," he warned her, before hoisting one of her legs up onto his shoulder and planting hungry kisses on her inner thigh, trailing in as far as possible, and then devouring possible. He groaned in delight at the taste of her, the scent of her— he didn't much like that he tasted himself too, but he could accept it. He slipped his fingers inside her, working out his essence gently and rinsing his fingers under the warm spray, then devouring her with ever more enthusiasm. Yes, YES! This was the taste he craved, his perfect dessert—!

Doing as Trent asked, Rebecca grabbed the bar and held on for dear life! A soft, long moan echoed out of her as Trent pleasured and tortured her both all over again! Her already sensitive body took off as fire filled her again, and she leaned back even more into the water as she used the nearest wall for leverage as well. FUCK—-This felt SO DAMN GOOD! When Trent added his fingers, her toes curled and she squealed in delight. Nothing brought her more pleasure or ecstasy then this man! "Trennnnnttttt…." His name left her lips on the end of a loud moan as she gasped for air. Her insides quivering around him as she began to shake with the strength it took to hold herself up and the untold amounts of bliss he was making her feel! She was going to explode!

Trent moaned deeply at her sounds, especially the sound of his name pouring forth from her throat.

"That's it, say my name," he growled, taking the intensity up a notch.

Something in the way that that sounded, coming from that beautiful man, made Rebecca's body quiver as she grunted from the force it took to remain upright as her body raged out of her control.

"TRENT! Ohhhhhh! Baby! YOU FEEL SOOOO GOOD!" She managed to cry out as she closed her eyes, as the water rained over her, adding to her heat. "TRENT! YES TRENT! OH MY GOD!" She felt it, the first trembling's of her release and she chased that rabbit down it's hole until she came with a soul shattering scream of Trent's name!

Trent grabbed her hips and held her firmly so she wouldn't lose her balance as he continued to revel in her flavor. He loved the way she screamed his name, loved that he, not anyone else, was giving her such pleasure.

He let her catch her breath for a moment, then, looking up at her with an insatiable hunger in his eyes, pulled her into his lap, adjusting them so she was straddling him, facing him. His eyes flicked down to his rock-hard manhood and then up into her eyes, asking silently….

He didn't even have to ask, for as soon as he pulled her down into his lap and she saw the look he gave her, Rebecca's smile turned positively wicked!

She braced herself on his shoulders as she stood just enough to line them up together and lowered herself, oh so slowly upon him, her eyes never leaving his as her body quivered and accepted him. Her breath came out in a soft, strangled gasp as she arched her hips at the last minute and slammed herself fully upon him, growling from deep within her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself closer to him.

This was new for her, for she had never had anyone to drive her so high as to utterly lose her mind and almost become 'feral', but with Trent, everything was bliss and pain, strength and weakness, life and death. He was her everything!

She settled against him and lightly nuzzled his cheek with her own, before trailing small kisses down his neck as she slowly started to move. Kisses turned to nips, nips to bites, as she kissed every inch of him she could reach. Soft moans turned to soft growls until his name echoed out of her mouth again, over and over.

Rebecca, in the back of her ecstasy induced mind, secretly thanked the Gods for her spin classes, for they gave her more strength and more stamina it seemed, and she wanted to please Trent as much as he pleased her! Drive him absolutely mad!

Trent's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he felt her impale herself on him. This was torture, this was bliss, this was heaven. She was the Angel and the Goddess all in one, his babygirl, his princess, his Rebecca. He kissed her hungrily and held her close to his body, the feel of her skin against his intoxicating. He moaned her name, purred for her, over and over. He'd never let her go, never, NEVER. He poured himself into her, every thought and feeling and all of his manic, romantic energy, holding nothing back.

This was what Rebecca had craved all these months! Trent had finally let go and held nothing back and she loved it! Craved it, craved him in a way that didn't make sense! It was crazy, wonderful and insane! This feeling, what they felt for each other! She was drowning! She was Saved! All because he loved her as much as she loved him!

Her gasps echoed out of her, moan after moan as she curled over him. Her nails gripping into his back as she kissed him fiercely, lovingly. He was hers! She was his! Nothing else mattered! "Trent….Imma…Imma…OHHH FUCK BABY!" She cried out as she felt herself let go and tumble off that cliff with him all over again. She would never get enough of him! EVER!

Hearing her screams of ecstasy, feeling her tightening and releasing rapidly around him, the fire in her kisses and the way she dug into his back all worked him into a frenzy of passion and pleasure, and he let go the same time she did.

"Oh GOD, REBECCA! COME FOR ME, BABYGIRL!" he cried out, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her head to the side so he could suck on her neck.

"God, you're so perfect," he panted, nuzzling and kissing the spot he'd just bitten to lay claim to.

Hearing Trent scream for her, feeling his passion, his love in the way he held her as he pulled her hair and sucked at her skin as he came, triggered another, unexpected release from her body! Everything went WHITE as the world faded out for a moment as she went blissfully numb! "TRENT! FUCK… I LOVE YOU!" She shouted as she rode that high again, and when sensation slowly started to return, she leaned against him, her forehead against his as her chest heaved as she tried to drag gasps of air into her lungs. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she winced slightly as he nuzzled into the place he had just marked. But she didn't care. It all felt sooo damn good!

"You are wonderful, my love." She managed to gasp out as she smiled up at him. "I love you, Trent. Forever."

He smiled tenderly at her. "Forever," he promised. He had been preparing for 'forever' in secret while she was at her spin classes or meeting up with Paula or otherwise occupied. He had a whirlwind of appointments coming up within the next week; it would be a challenge to keep her in the dark until it was time to reveal the big surprise.

"You've been so good to me," he murmured, reaching for the soap and running the bar sensually along her back. "And the last few months have been really intense for you. You should take a spa weekend and pamper yourself. My treat."

She let out a soft, contented moan as he washed and massaged her back gently. Her body was super sensitive, but it was relaxing in way this time. The water helped too, to relax her sore muscles and she smiled warmly at Trent, hearing what he said. He was so sweet!

"Are you sure you can stand to be away from me for an entire weekend?" She teased with a breathless laugh as she rocked her hips lightly against him. He was still buried so deep inside her and he felt so freaking amazing!

"I'll miss you terribly," he said solemnly, "but we have the rest of our lives together, so I say go for it. You deserve a weekend to yourself— aaah!" His body clenched pleasurably.

But his idea did sound good. Things had been a little crazy for the both of them these last few months. Wouldn't hurt, to let him pamper her if he so desired. That was so sweet of him really! "Can I take Paula?" She blurted out before she could stop herself and blushed a deep crimson. "Just…she's been there for me a lot lately, and she did prove herself many times over. Going alone….sounds kind of scary." She teased, dropping her voice into a playful timber as she ran her fingers lightly through Trent's hair. "Without my big, strong man to protect me, I would be lost."

She meant it, but the thought of going alone did give her pause. They hadn't been separated since they had started going together and she would miss him. Even if it was only for a weekend.

"Sure, a girl's weekend," he agreed. "I'm sure she's been stressed out too. I'll have them reserve her another platinum spa ticket. I recommend the Thai hot herbal massage. Just promise you'll think of me when you're being oiled up," he teased with a wink.

"You really are the sweetest man to ever walk the Earth, you know that right…and not just for this." Rebecca all but purred at her beloved. Claiming his lips again in a tender, light but loving kiss. "I love you so much, Trent. You mean everything to me."

Finally coming down off her high, she felt the ache in her calves and legs and bit her lip. She didn't want to move, but her body was shouting at her to. "Sorry Lover…I have to move." She giggled softly as she used his shoulders again as a brace and lifted herself off him, giving a low, deep throated moan as she did so. Her legs shook with the effort and for a moment, she nearly slipped, but she righted herself quick enough with a playful giggle. "See? What you do to me, Sir! I can't walk. happy?" She laughed as she leaned back against the nearest wall and let the still hot water wash over her.

"We should definitely do this again though. This was beyond amazing." She smiled back at him as she reached for his hand. Her entire body trembled, and he could feel it.

"I'm only sweet for you, babygirl," he purred back. God, he could never get enough of her kisses. "You are my world, my love. Now… Let's actually get clean, in this wet room of cleaning." He stood as well, being cautious with his footing. He rubbed soap into his hands and ran his large hands over her soft, feminine body.

"I can carry you," he smirked at her pronouncement. He quirked an eyebrow. He liked being called Sir by her.

She basked in her Lover's attentions, loving the feeling of Trent's hands as they caressed her and touched her as he washed her off. Never had a shower been more sensual and loving and fun, then the one the shared together. She would never get enough of him.

Once she was clean, she took up the soap from him and gave him a gentle smile, seeking permission. He was mostly half in, half out of the water anyway and didn't want to pull him all the way in or startle him and ruined the mood. "My turn?"

She chuckled softly at his words though. "Trent, you scoop me up every time like I weigh nothing. I love that!" She noticed his look to though and blushed. He had caught that, had he? That Sir? Oh MY!

He nodded his assent and adjusted the shower nozzle tentatively. She was here with him; he was safe.

He full-on beamed at her words. He was stronger and fitter than most men his age, especially city boys who had grown up in LA, and it really paid off. Rebecca was an average-sized woman, soft and dense, but she was not as light as most men in SoCal would expect, with their waifish sample-size girlfriends.

"Your body is perfect," he said simply.

Seeing his consent, Rebecca took her time and soaped up her hands before she rubbed them all over Trent's body. Making sure to wash every part of him, as she cuddled and trailed light kisses across his skin to help keep him grounded. She wouldn't rush him, and she was enjoying this immensely!

She flushed at his praise and beamed up at him. "No, your body is perfect!" She giggled as she remembered him saying that to her once and now, she could fully agree. Muscles in all the right places, toned and defined, she couldn't get enough of him. He was perfect, in every single way.

"Time to rinse…." She said softly, wondering how he did this part, and not wanting to rush him. But she had gotten soapy to, so she simply leaned her head back till the water all but covered her, soaking her and came up again, smirking through the wet drops that poured off her hair and into her eyes and face.

Trent closed his eyes and sighed softly as she touched his body. He liked this. Sometimes he had fantasized about her when spot washing, but it didn't even come close to this.

"Thank you," he said, pleased with the compliment. "My body is perfect, now that it's healed. My health has always been off the charts, except after little oopsies, of course."

Rinsing was easy. He usually just drenched a washcloth and wrung it over himself. He watched her in the water, and she looked…so beautiful. Like a siren. He stood slowly, entranced by her, and joined her under the spray.

Her happiness was ecstatic as Trent joined her. She slipped her arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him as the water rained down upon them both. This was a big step for him and it made her so happy and proud of him.

But slow was good, so reaching back a bit, after they had cuddled a while under the water, she turned the shower off and beamed up at him. "I love you…" She said softly. Her words passion filled with the pride she felt for him in her voice.

"I love you too," Trent murmured.

Opening the shower door, she grabbed two big, fluffy towels and handed him one. Wrapping the other around her body and tucking it in, she stepped out and then turned to look back at Trent playfully. She giggled and started to head back for the bedroom, but he did say he could carry her, and she snickered as so many thoughts wafted through her mind. This night was going so brilliantly, and she couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night held for them.

He wrapped the towel she proffered round his waist, then picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, like Shrek and Fiona, and even threw in a playful butt smack, smirking to himself. She was so adorable.

"Where to, Princess?" he asked.

Letting out a very undignified squeal, even more so at his slap to her butt, Rebecca squirmed a bit and found it hopeless to do so and just went limp over his shoulder. "Dinner sounds good, Babe. I don't know about you, but after all that exercise, I could eat."

She giggled and patted Trent's back and smirked to herself. "Just…don't drop me. The ground's kinda far from up here." She teased, knowing he never would. She arched her back a bit to be able to look around for a second, just to see what things looked like from his height, playfully, before going limp again. "Gosh almighty, you're TALL!" She snickered and lightly bit at his skin.

"Oh, right, food exists! If we get dressed quickly, we can still make our reservation!"

He gave a little yelp at the bite. "Don't get me excited again," he warned her.

He carried her to her room and gently set her down on her bed. "…Your neck is… Here. Let me lend you one of my sweaters." And he went to his room and brought her a deep blue turtleneck that set off her skin.

"Yes Love. Food exists!" She laughed as he carried her to the bedroom and gently sat her on the bed. She felt so…relaxed, sated, happy. It had to be a crime to feel this damn good.

Though hearing he had made a reservation for them, she blinked. So, they were going out—-but how—-? Cause she had noticed all the love bites and marks he had left upon her, and she didn't think she had enough makeup to cover all of them.

But he solved that problem too, and she smiled up at him as she stood to take the offered sweater. "Thank you, Babe." So saying, she turned to dress. Trying to find her undergarments from where they had haplessly been tossed aside, before just deciding on new ones and then donned the sweater and a pair of dark, form fitting but still comfortable pair of slacks. A few quick pulls with the brush through her hair and pleated it up on both sides and some rouge and she was done.

She liked the way the blue offset her skin. Trent was right, it was her color. Smiling faintly to herself, she went to find him and see if he was ready as well.

And he was. He had chosen blue as well, but a lighter, softer shade, with black slacks for once instead of jeans. He parted and combed his hair and wrapped an arm round her waist.

They were going to an eat-in theater in Los Angeles and seeing a romantic musical, something Trent was sure they would both enjoy. They could get drunk on dessert wine and giggle at the cute dialogue together, hold hands and kiss, and it would be like they were 18 again, making up for lost time.

Seeing the way he was dressed, Rebecca giggled and blushed, noting how they matched. It was adorable. He was adorable. She was very much looking forward to this time spent with him and it showed.

Making their way to the theater, she kept stealing glances at the man she loved. This was going to be a truly magical night!