Break In

Twelve

Arriving back at their new home, Phoenix was sent straight to bed so he could rest before his first day at his new school tomorrow. It was while he was at school that Happy was meant to come over and discuss visitations, already the thought was weighing on her shoulders.

Ana walked into their bedroom and saw all of the moving boxes piled against one wall. They could wait until tomorrow she thought as she collapsed onto the bed. She was so drained she just wanted to fall asleep even though she was fully clothed. Nestor was far more practical than her though as he leisurely removed his singlet, pants and socks tossing them on a box.

He walked over to the end of the bed and grabbed Ana's foot. She watched lazily as he pulled her sock off and used his strong hands to massage her sole. She couldn't stop the deep moan as he put pressure on the right spots and she saw his lips tug up. Moving to her other leg he did the same, removing her sock and massaging her aching arches.

Ana was sure the night was going to end in a fight considering the drama of the day but this was much better. Nestor's hands massaged up her legs until they reached the ticklish spot halfway up her thighs. She giggled and planted a foot on his chest to stop him going any further, knowing he would want to have her squirming at his touch. First they needed to talk. Nestor saw the playful look on Ana's face fade and he sighed knowing this would have to wait.

He sat on the edge off the bed and fell back so he was mirroring Ana's position. He had learnt a long time ago that Ana spoke more openly when you both stared at the ceiling. If he tried to keep eye contact she shied away and withdrew from the conversation. He waited patiently for her to start, as he looked intently at the new ceiling and tried to find any imperfections on it.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I didn't even think about him when I decided to move here with you. I didn't even know he was here. And I never imagined the possibility of you knowing him. You're so different from each other."

Nestor chuckled, thankful he was nothing like Angel. "You don't need to apologise baby. We all have ex's but I'm surprised you didn't know. I thought Emily would have said something."

"It's an unspoken rule, she doesn't mention him, I don't mention Ez." She  said rolling onto her side to face him. "I meant what I said, I'm the happiest I have ever been and it's because of you."

"I know Ana. Our love isn't fragile, this won't break it." He said pulling her on top of him. "Anything else on your mind?"

"There is something..." she said as she began to unbutton his shirt she was wearing.

Nestor smirked as he pushed his shirt off her shoulders and rolled them over. He smiled as he looked down at his girlfriend, she was still the most beautiful woman to him. Most times he couldn't believe he had her in his arms. It had seemed surreal when he found her sitting with Emily two years ago. Those large feathered wings had drawn his eyes from across the property and he was sure he was hallucinating.

"Are you alright?" She asked him as he continued to stare with a small smile.

His smile widened and he bent down to claim her lips before kissing below her ear.

"I got lost in those eyes again." He said softly before trailing kisses down her neck and chest.

He slid off the bed to kneel on the floor between her legs and hooked his fingers into her waistband. Tantalisingly slow he pulled them off before throwing them over his shoulder. Ana was propped up on her elbows watching Nestor's dark eyes drink in her every curve. The smirk of his that she loved so much had her core clenching as his fingers lightly traced her thigh leaving goosebumps in their wake.