I'M BACK! Have you missed me? Haha

Ok, so it's been about fourteen years since I last wrote anything MM! and a LOT of shit has gone on during that time, meaning my desire to write vanished :(

This would not have been possible without my amazing beta, Charlie. Thank you for working your magic on my ramblings. Thank you for making me laugh. Thank you for being my ride or die for all things MM! and spooky shit! Love you x

So without further ado, here's a little something for you…

RATED M

It's All Coming Back To Me Now

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, a subtle smile curled the corners of Donna's mouth. She took a deep breath, reliving the day's events over in her mind. A whirlwind of memories and emotions played over and over almost in slow motion, due to her now slightly inebriated state. From single and carefree, to married in the blink of an eye.

Seeing his face staring back at her in the old goat house had stirred up feelings she'd buried deep for over twenty years. His steel blue eyes had locked on hers and the memory of the last time she'd stared into them flashed right back to the day he'd walked away from her for the last time. Initial feelings of hope and excitement that had been replaced by those of hurt and deceit all those years ago.

Swaying slightly, Donna combed through her long blonde waves and placed the brush back down next to the wash basin. A closed fist instinctively clasped against her chest.

Yes he'd aged, but he hadn't changed much. If anything, he had become more devilishly handsome. There was no denying that the years had most certainly been kind to him.

Donna's now open hand slid over her robe-covered breast, wondering if she'd be able to live up to his expectations. She wasn't a young woman anymore and certain things weren't as perky as they once were. Emitting a quiet sigh, Donna closed her eyes and shook her head as if trying to clear her intrusive thoughts.

"Too late now, honey," she whispered to herself, opening her eyes to gaze at her reflection once more. "You married him."

Ironically, it had only been yesterday when Tanya had posed the question: 'Are you getting any?' Donna had laughed and made a joke out of it when, in reality, the answer was a plain and simple no. She hadn't had 'any' for at least four or five years, if not longer. The truth was she hadn't wanted the commitment that came with a meaningful relationship; if anything, she'd been perfectly okay being on her own. Admittedly, there had been the odd short fling here and there over the years, but nothing serious enough that she couldn't simply walk away when the sexual spark had fizzled out. All of her time and energy had been focused on both building her business on the idyllic island of Kalokairi, and primarily raising her child as a single mother. Everything went in order of priority and unfortunately, getting laid hadn't been high enough on her list during this part of her life.

Tightening the belt of her blue silk robe, Donna smiled softly to herself as she turned off the bathroom light and made her way back into her bedroom. Something told her that from this night onward, things were going to change in that department.

The way Sam had confessed his undying love for her in the chapel, the way he'd kissed her hungrily straight after saying 'I do' and the way he'd pulled her close against his body as they'd danced in the courtyard, made her clearly aware that the sexual chemistry was still very much there. After all these years apart, the yearning had never waned.

Lighting some candles on the dressing table and then walking over to turn the lights off, Donna couldn't subdue the butterflies now nervously fluttering around in the pit of her stomach. She subconsciously trailed her index finger over her lips, casting her mind back to a few hours ago when his mouth had purposefully found hers.

She'd ripped his soaked white shirt off, exposing his masculine frame and had found it impossible not to run her hands all over his body. Her breath had caught in her throat as he'd pulled her close and held her tight against him, those unforgettable blue eyes gazing longingly into hers once again.

Taking a long sip of chilled champagne, Donna surveyed the room in front of her and shakily exhaled in anticipation of what was soon to come. The long wait was almost over.

~MM~

Only a short distance away at the hotel bar, Sam took a calming sip of his scotch and leaned back in his chair, listening to the noise of the party that had continued without the couple down on the beach. He smiled as he allowed himself to divert his gaze upwards in the direction of her bedroom.

Life without Donna Sheridan occupying his time forced the years to drag glacially. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would ever see her again. That was until he had received the wedding invitation to Sophie's big day. The last time he'd heard her voice was when she'd discovered he was engaged, resulting in her telling him it was over between them, exiling him from the island and her life altogether. He'd stared intensely into her tear filled eyes and, like a fool, fulfilled her wish. If she had meant absolutely nothing to him then it should've been easy, it should've been the start of the rest of his life. No chance. Upon returning to New York, his impending marriage to his fiancee was called off when he told her he was in love with someone else. No matter what he did, he couldn't get over her and jetted back to Greece to declare his love. It felt like the world had stopped turning when he'd discovered she'd moved on with someone else, subsequently leading to the conclusion that she obviously hadn't felt the same way about him. With no future and no hope, he'd returned to the States and begged Lorraine for forgiveness. Two sons later and a divorce under his belt, there he was; back on Kalokairi now married to the only woman he'd ever loved.

Raising the glass to his lips once more, Sam took another sip of his drink, swirling the last of the amber liquor around the glass tumbler. He watched as the breeze gently blew the curtains at the windows on the balcony and decided to give her a few more minutes on her own.

The last twenty-four hours had been rather intense to say the least. He hadn't known what to expect when he'd turned back up on the island. In actual fact he hadn't really thought it through in the slightest. Within ten minutes of opening the wedding invitation, he'd already booked his flight, and his spontaneity had been with purpose because within thirty seconds of staring into her eyes for the first time in nearly twenty-one years, he'd known his feelings hadn't dwindled one iota.

After draining the remaining contents of the glass, Sam slowly stood.

The journey to her room was mercifully a short one and only when he reached the bottom step did his mind play back the events that took place in the chapel.

"It's only the rest of your life." He reiterated, his hand resting on the bannister as he made his ascent up the stairs.

~MM~

The sound of footfall on the old, scuffed stairs was unmistakable to Donna. The same creak that had vibrated through to her room when Sophie attempted to sneak out of the house to meet Sky was now inhabited by that of her newly-wed husband. Husband. Even considering the concept made Donna's pulse quicken. The butterflies that had rooted within her stomach began to soar again as she inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. This was it. This was the first time they were to be completely alone since taking their vows. With the wedding reception out of the way, it hadn't taken long for the atmosphere to become chaotic as the party mood revved up. Now, there was a certain calmness around the villa as the last of the wedding guests had taken the afterparty down to the private beach. The Dynamos had already given her a pep talk before heading down there themselves, both still in shock that a man had actually managed to tie down their fiercely independent best friend. After one more deep breath to steady her nerves, Donna's hand reached out and grasped the handle, opening the door to him.

As Sam reached the top step, his smouldering gaze immediately met hers. Her natural beauty was breathtaking, only enhanced by the flickering candlelight highlighting her stunning features. Donna closed the door behind him as he came to a stop inside the room. Not a single word was spoken. Less than a foot apart, they now stared into each other's eyes. Heartbeat quickening, Donna stepped closer until there were mere inches between their bodies. She reached up, trailing her fingertips along Sam's jawline, seconds before leaning it to follow the invisible trail her fingertips had created with a few featherlight kisses. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of her soft touch and allowing the alluring scent of her perfume to fill his senses. Both were enjoying the slow, teasing pace this interaction was destined to follow. Donna's fingertips continued to roam downwards towards his hair covered chest, where his opened white shirt allowed her instant access. She couldn't help but smirk, remembering how- in the heat of the moment- she'd ripped it open upon the eruption of the fountain.

Sam's stomach muscles flinched as she pressed another delicate kiss to his jawline, before her lips hovered teasingly millimetres from his mouth. The air in the room was already thick with anticipation of what was undoubtedly about to transpire and surprisingly, her earlier nerves were beginning to dissipate. Now placing her palm on the side of his face, Donna closed her eyes as her lips finally met his. Within moments, she was aware of a new found awakening forming between her legs. Sam moaned softly at the sensation of the tip of her tongue now flicking around the entrance of his mouth. This was a little too one-sided so far for his liking, so cupping her beautiful face in his hands, Sam deepened the sensual kiss. It was Donna's turn to emit a quiet moan as his hands tangled through her hair. His tongue danced alongside her own, familiarising himself on what pleased her, what brought that sharp inhalation or barely audible moan tugging from her throat. His senses were so heightened that his hard-on was almost uncomfortable as it strained against the constraints of his beige trousers. He groaned a little louder this time as her robe covered body pressed against his lower half. Donna smiled against his lips as they continued their passionate kiss, her confidence building with her next move. Judging by the way his evident arousal pressed against her hip, she knew Sam wanted her as much as she needed him. Running a hand from his chest to his stomach, Donna firmly bit down on his bottom lip and pulled her head back to meet his now lust-filled gaze. Her hand moved further south, seeking out her intended target when she immediately cupped his concealed erection. Sam pressed himself into her illicit touch, letting her know it was hers for the taking. A smirk played against Donna's lips once more, knowing she still had what it took to excite him and with a well-executed flick of her wrist, the button to his trousers was undone. He swallowed hard, snaking an arm around her slender waist as Donna's mouth found his once again; her hand sliding with purpose into the front of his pants. Groaning in response, Sam plunged his tongue forcefully back into her mouth as she took hold of his rock solid shaft. Donna's groan was stifled by their deepening kiss as she proceeded to work him in the palm of her hand with a steady rhythmic motion, applying just the right amount of pressure without wanting to push him too far. Sam responded to the grasp she had on him, his hips instinctively moving in time with her expert strokes. They continued for quite some time, allowing her to get back into the swing of things and to take mental note of what spurred her new husband on all the more.

Breaking for much needed air, Sam's hand encircled her wrist to slow her ministrations. "Easy sweetheart," he warned with a rasp, now peering into her eyes.

Knowing Sam was close to the point of no return, Donna gently released her hold on him, placing a tender kiss on his lips by way of acknowledgment and removed her touch entirely. As much as she enjoyed the intimate act of foreplay and the way her body came alive the longer it went on, Donna could now no longer ignore the intimate stirrings of her own arousal.

She needed more.

With his breathing shallow and the look of undeniable yearning in his eyes, Sam watched as Donna took a few steps back from him. Her eyes were fully trained on his face as her hands brushed down the soft blue material, stopping as she reached the knot holding the garment together. Fingers worked deftly and made light work of undoing the flimsy robe. Within seconds, the silky material fell open and Sam was rewarded with the unbelievable sight of his wife's naked form. His cock twitched. His eyes flitted from her face, to her perfect breasts and back again. A look of complete want and desire etched on her face, silently begging for him to take her.

Without hesitation, Sam advanced towards his wife, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders in an attempt to rid himself of his clothing as quickly as possible. He captured her mouth with his own once more, one hand resting on her neck and the other sliding into her open robe, round to her lower back. Goosebumps erupted in an instant under Sam's searing touch on her naked flesh, eliciting a moan from the back of her throat. It was Sam's turn to smirk a little then, his hand now purposely gliding over her collarbone toward its intended destination. He cupped her breast, instantly rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Another moan of unadulterated pleasure from her, spurring him on for his next move. Donna gasped audibly as without warning, Sam lifted her with ease around the waist and carried her a few feet backwards towards the bed. Placing her down against the feather pillows, he never took his eyes off her as he straightened up to push his trousers down his legs, along with his underwear. Raising up on her elbows, Donna trained her eyes over his naked body, her gaze travelling directly to his rather impressive hard-on. Subconsciously, she bit her lower lip in delicious anticipation, knowing very soon that it would be buried deep inside her. Sam, now moving onto the bed by her feet, snapped her out of her naughty thoughts; bringing her back to the now as he took hold of her ankles and parted her legs. Donna took in a sharp intake of air, feeling her stomach muscles contract. This slow-burn was silently driving her wild and if Sam didn't allow her the much needed release she now craved, she feared she might possibly self-combust. Leaning down to start a sensual journey, he kissed his way upwards and paused every now and then to look into her glazed eyes. Her body reacted the way he hoped it would, tensing and flinching as he neared his ultimate goal. With a wink, Sam took the teasing to the next level, watching her ample chest rise and fall as her breathing quickened and her mouth parted. The tip of his tongue slid with ease along her already slick folds, ending with a forceful swirl around her swollen clit. With her back arching, Donna couldn't stop herself collapsing back against the pillows behind her and as a loud unsolicited moan of ecstasy escaped her, she reached down to run her hand through his dark hair, raking her fingers against his scalp. Sam repeated the process over and over, relishing her taste now coating his skillful tongue and eagerly listening to her uttering expletives each time he hit that tiny bundle of nerves. When the tugging of his hair became more frantic, he knew she was close to climaxing and as much as he'd love to experience her cumming against his tongue, he needed to feel it around his now throbbing cock more. Donna worked on regulating her breathing as the stimulation between her legs stopped and she was aware of Sam now moving up her body with his sensual kisses to her now perspiring abdomen. He paused at her tits, leaning in to graze his teeth along each nipple in turn and grinned at the sensation of her leg now sliding up the outside of his thigh. With a quick peck of her left breast, Sam raised his head and instantly came face to face with his wife. Her flustered expression and flushed complexion turned him on even more.

"I need you inside me," Donna whispered, sliding her other leg along his thigh to come to a rest on his hip.

The altered position pulled him closer to her highly sensitised body, his forearms resting at either side of her head on the pillow and his lips now millimetres from her own. Donna stared lustfully into his eyes, right before she kissed him deeply and strategically moved her hand down between their bodies. Moaning into their kiss, Sam's senses were in overdrive knowing Donna would be able to taste herself on his tongue and even more so, as her hand then guided his erection into the wet entrance of her pussy. They moaned in unison into one another's mouths as her hands now found their way to his back and he remained still, giving them both time to adjust to the tight sensation of him being inside her.

Probing Donna's mouth with his tongue, Sam couldn't resist the urge to start moving. "Fucking hell, you feel good, woman", he murmured, starting to move his hips in a slow, rocking motion.

Moaning in response, Donna slid one of her hands from Sam's back, down to his ass and held him in place as he moved in and out of her. She was grinding against his still slow thrusts, relishing the glorious sensation each time his pubic bone met her clit. Her husband's mouth had now found her neck, kissing and licking around the spot he remembered drove her wild. Donna's groans were becoming more frequent and as an answer to her silent plea for more, Sam upped the pace. Hip movements speeding up, perspiring bodies writhing and tongues frantically clashing all meant the finish line was fast approaching. Scraping her nails down his back, Donna could feel the start of her much-wanted orgasm start to build from deep within and needed Sam to keep hitting that sweet spot to guarantee she got there. Ever the gentleman, he obliged his wife in her plight for sexual gratification and hooked his arm under her leg, allowing himself to move even deeper into her wetness. Newfound territory ensured this wasn't going to last much longer for either of them. Arching her back, Donna pushed her lower body harder against her husband, unable to control the now desperate roll of her hips each time he pounded into her. Her eyes screwed shut as her grip on his arms tightened and the telltale stirrings of her climax began to mount, indescribable spasms radiating from her clit. She was close. Roughly palming Donna's breast, Sam broke from their kiss and circled her areola with his tongue. He could tell she was extremely close to cumming, the way the walls of her vagina had started to contract sporadically around his throbbing cock and her drawn out moans increased in volume. Grazing his teeth along her nipple for the last time, Sam felt her body begin to shudder wildly against his, as her pussy gripped and released him like a vice. She was there. He watched her face contort, a mix of pleasure and pain, as she came around him. Emitting a low groan, Donna surrendered to the overpowering sensation of the orgasm tearing through her, starting between her legs and spiralling upwards. She rode it out, wave after wave of intense pleasure taking hold of all her senses. Witnessing his wife climaxing for him was all it took to send Sam over the edge, and he finally allowed himself to let go. Slamming into her a few more times, he closed his eyes and buried his face in the crease of her sweet scented neck as he too reached his welcomed climax. Sam moaned loudly as he ejaculated with force, shuddering as he gave her everything he had. Irrespective of the cool night breeze blowing in through the open windows, the rising heat in the bedroom was now stiflingly hot. Chest heaving, Sam raised his head to peer at his wife and was instantly met with a satisfied smile that most definitely mirrored his own. Donna's breathing was starting to regulate as she leaned in to capture his lips with her own once again.

Twenty years of being parted with no carnal knowledge of each other in all that time obviously hadn't made one bit of difference. The spark was still very much alive. In fact, it had not gone unnoticed by Donna that Sam's sexual repertoire had most definitely broadened since their first time around. With age came experience and something told her there would be plenty more to come in that department. Call it a sexual awakening or something of the sort, but either way, she couldn't wait.

Relieving her of his weight, Sam carefully withdrew from Donna and moved to lay by her side, pulling her body flush against his. He placed a loving kiss on her damp forehead and closed his eyes at the sensation of her fingertips tenderly circling through the hairs on his chest. They were exhausted not only with the emotional events of the day, but with the way they'd just made love to each other. In no rush and knowing there would be plenty of time to talk later, the pair allowed themselves to drift off into a sated slumber, holding one another tight.

~MM~

Glorious sunshine spilled through the windows of the bedroom, reflecting dancing rays of light in all directions. The only sound to be heard, bar birds chirping in the trees, was a distant sound of early morning waves crashing against the rocky shoreline of the beach below the courtyard. It's nothing short of paradise, Sam noted as he returned from using the bathroom and peered out onto the balcony and beyond. With a contented smile, his gaze soon returned to the bed and the wonderful sight that greeted him. Donna was laying on her front sleeping peacefully, her blonde hair was fanned out on the pillow below her head and the simple white sheet was barely covering the curve of her rear. Pausing to soak up the alluring sight presented to him, Sam cast his gaze from the stunning profile of her face, down to the sun-kissed flesh of her back. He paused at the sight of her bare breast, half pressed against the mattress below her.

A picture of pure perfection to him. A mental image that would forever be emblazoned in his memory from this day on.

The sweet ache in his groin caused a smirk to curl the corner of his mouth and without further delay, Sam walked over to the bed to climb back in behind his sleeping wife. Slowly coming round, Donna was suddenly aware of the presence behind her as the mattress dipped slightly and a pair of lips instantly made contact with her shoulder blade. Her eyes flickered open, the bright sunlight causing her to blink a few times as they adjusted to her surroundings.

It only took a few seconds for the memories of only a few hours previous, to come flooding back and for the delicious soreness between her legs to confirm she hadn't been dreaming of their erotic reunion. A wave of blissful happiness washed over her and Donna couldn't stop a smile tugging the corners of her mouth. Feeling her body start to respond to his touch, Sam knew she was now awake and wasted no time in pressing himself up against her warm, welcoming body, sliding his arm under her head on the pillow so his mouth was on level with her ear. His free hand slid up to her breast to cup it in his palm, earning him a low hum of recognition from her as he now gently nuzzled her neck. Donna's hand slid over his, holding him close before she purposely slid her hips backwards, knowing exactly what she'd be rewarded with when she did. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip to stifle a moan as soon as her naked rear came to stop against her husband's solid erection. Reflex caused Sam's hold on her breast to tighten as he moaned against her shoulder at the feeling of her pressing herself against his lower body. He adjusted his position slightly, allowing the tip of his hard-on to prod teasingly at the entrance to her pussy, moaning once more at the amazing sensation as it travelled to his balls. Highly aroused by her wake-up call, Donna obliged to his silent plea for access and took a sharp intake of breath as she moved her hips to take him in. She gasped as he filled her, her lower body now familiar with his length, yet needing a few seconds to acclimatise to his girth with the lack of foreplay. They remained motionless for a moment, before Donna turned her head to seek out his mouth, needing the intimacy of a kiss to seal their connection. Sam's lips found hers immediately, sliding his tongue into the welcoming warmth to play against hers. His hips started to move at slow and steady pace to match that of their now languid kiss, as Donna matched him stroke for stroke.

Although their first night together had been spectacular, to say the least, there was also something so special about a lazy morning fuck to start the day off on the right foot. No rush, no expectations, just husband and wife enjoying the quiet closeness that enveloped them now.

Continuing their slow pace, still palming his wife's breast, Sam was aware of her now entwining her fingers through his. Donna obviously had something else in mind as without warning, she proceeded to guide his hand down her body and under the sheet covering them. He smiled into their kiss, deepening it when she brought his touch to a stop between her legs. Loving the fact that she could tell him what she wanted without the use of words, Sam got to work on pleasuring his wife. Moaning with gratitude, Donna left her hand on top of his, showing him just how she needed it. Within minutes, her moans were coming more frequently and she had upped the pace of her hips just a touch. The sensation of her inner walls gripping and releasing him, pushed Sam to the edge and he knew he couldn't hold off the inevitable.

She was too damned good.

"I'm gonna cum", Sam announced, closing his eyes as the start of his climax took hold of his senses and his strokes into her deepened.

His words sent Donna hurtling towards her own, the feeling of him now quickening his movements and his pressure on her clit desperately increasing under his dexterous touch. The accumulation of added friction and the sound of her husband now groaning by her ear, triggered her own blissful release. Donna's mouth parted as a strangled moan caught in the back of her throat, in response to the warm sensation of him cumming inside her. Mere seconds later her orgasm hit, the tingling shooting from deep within and engulfing her entire body, causing her to tremble at its velocity. Knowing she was there, Sam removed his touch from the highly sensitive bundle of nerves between his wife's legs and leaned in to place a tender kiss by her ear. Basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and still inside her, Sam held her close against him as their breathing steadied.

The recollection of yearning to be back in Donna's arms again after all those years, combined with coming to the realisation that this was to be their life from now on caused Sam's heart to beat double time. He hadn't been exaggerating when he'd told her he'd loved her for over twenty years. It was the undeniable truth. Yes there were going to be changes for both of them but whatever it took, they'd deal with it together as husband and wife.

Hearing the loud chatter of her best friends, drifting up from the courtyard, Donna felt a small smile grace her lips at the thought of this peaceful moment being shattered. It wouldn't be too long before they'd hunt her down, no doubt wanting details of her first night as . The ins and outs, so to speak. Unfurling herself from her husband's hold, Donna laughed as she climbed out of bed, hearing him groan in protest to her actions.

"I'm going to shower", said Donna, pausing as she reached the bathroom "then maybe we can talk", she added with a smile, peering back at the bed over her shoulder.

Nodding, Sam smiled back and watched her naked form disappear from view. He knew they had a lot to discuss about their future, but upon hearing the running water and the sound of singing coming from the bathroom, dirty thoughts began running riot. Throwing the sheet back, he slid out of bed and stalked his way to the bathroom. He wasn't done with her just yet.

Talking could wait…

~MM~