Walk of shame

Chapter 1 - Bel Air

AN: the pic of Cleo at the Reunion that was recently discovered SCREAMED for this - MeganPerk89 and I listened! Enjoy!

David was still catching his breath, chest heaving as he felt Jen's sweaty naked body pressed to his side. They both laughed in disbelief about the emotional thunderstorm that had hit them in the last few hours as he pulled her even closer to him and kissed her hair.

She put her head on his chest and wrapped her leg around his waist, then she spoke, still panting:

"Can you pinch me please... that was... wow...."

He let his finger wander over her spine, down to her butt, where he gently did what she asked him to while he said:

"Tell me about it... when I came here I definitely did not see THIS coming...."

And it was true. His heart had been aching during the whole day, the first day of them filming the Friends Reunion on the old sound stage.

She had broken down in tears already in Lisa's arms, only at the prospect of embracing him, and he regretted his decision to wear the same aftershave as back in the day when Ben had talked to them, making clear that they needed some kind of hug between them, too, for the greeting not to be too different from everyone elses. As he had pressed her into him, hoping to show her how sorry he was she was hurting, trying to make it better, he had already felt her crumble and loose it completely.

They had stopped filming for a moment then, Lisa thankfully there to comfort her, before they could even continue. And if he was being honest: there had been few times in his life when he had felt so helpless. He knew that all of this was related to him, and he had known it would be tough on her, but he still hadn't been able to process what was happening right infront of his eyes.

First chance they got, right on the backrest of that couch, they had agreed to just try and make it through this day, and then meet up for a private chat at her place, to clear the air once and for all, hoping this prospect would make it easier for her.

Still... it had been a bit like walking on eggshells... see the tears shine in her eyes every so often... having to cut filming here and there... and he saw that she had hardly been able to hold it together when he happened to mention he started watching the show with Cleo.

When he came to her house later that night, all he had hoped for after that day was to find closure of some kind, not knowing what to expect. But sure as hell, it had not been THIS.

They had laid out decades of heartbreak, guilt and love. They had yelled at each other, they had cried more tears than he could count. They had both realized that still, after all those years, all both of them was the other.

And then, totally unexpectedly, they had ended up in each other's arms, kissing each other... quickly ridding each other from all those annoying layers of clothing, falling onto the soft mattress of her bed to make love... not once... but 3 times... which was something he never expected this 54 year old body to be capable of anymore, to be honest.

When pulled her in for another passionate kiss, he ended up seeing the time on the alarm clock on the nightstand beside her.

3am. They would have to be back on set by 8am for styling. Shit!

"Mhhhhhh.. ", he moaned into the kiss, "I never thought I would say this again in my life..."

She pulled away and looked at him with a spark in her eyes he had missed to see since forever. Then he continued to speak:

"... but I better get back to my parents place if I want to get at least 2 or 3 hours of sleep. I would stay here, and sleep cuddled up next to you, but that would raise some serious questions with Cleo..."