Back To You

Part 4

Warning - drinking, thinking about sex, getting turned on, divorced couple, amnesia

I had actually remembered monthly family movie night myself, without Timmy or Julian's help. Yes, I'd started calling him Timmy again. It had slipped out and his smile had been so big I couldn't help but continue to use it. He was very easy to please.

"What do you want to watch pumpkin?" I asked Julian. He frowned at the nickname, but wasn't old enough yet to tell me to stop using it.

"The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe!" He said excitedly. Timothée and I looked at each other with worry. That had been his favorite movie before the divorce. After the divorce he hadn't wanted to watch movies based on families. His new favorite was Shark Boy and Lava Girl.

"Okay baby," I said simply. Another problem arose quickly. Even after our worst fights, Timothée and I sat smack dab up against one another, with Julian on both our laps.

"Come on babe," Timothée patted the seat next to him. If I didn't know better, I would've thought he was enjoying himself. Did he want to sit next to me?

My body was covered in chills as I pressed myself next to him. His arm went around my shoulders, and it felt like his skin was burning me. Julian came over happily, and sat on our laps. Though the movie was one of my favorites as well, I couldn't pay attention. Mine and Timothée's greatest sexual hits were playing through my head. Falling over one another at the beach and fucking in the sand. Him asking if I could dominate him for a night and him cumming three times. When we were trying to get pregnant and he took me seven times in one 24 hour period. When I'd actually been pregnant and I'd been horny all the time, and he'd offered to eat me out until I said stop, and he'd happily serviced me for hours.

"You okay?" Timothée whispered in my ear and I jumped.

"Yeah why?" I let out an awkward giggle.

"Your eyes are glassy and your skin is hot," he said.

"Oh Um, just thinking about something, sorry."

The movie ended and I was happy to quickly put Julian to bed. When I came back into the tv room, Timothée had a big smile on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I got you something you'll love," he said happily.

"What?" I asked warily.

"Here," he moved aside and I saw two tall glasses of wine. The wine was my absolute favorite, but was so expensive I hardly ever got it.

"Oh, Timothée, you didn't have to," I smiled.

"I mean you're letting me live in your house, rent free. Some ex's would take me for all I'm worth after everything that happened."

"That's true," I said. I sat on the couch and sighed happily after my first sip.

"Do you remember that time we were drunk and went shopping in that really high end shop on vacation?" He asked.

"I knocked down this super expensive vase, and we tried to sneak out," I laughed.

"I bet we looked ridiculous," he chortled. This started a barrage of old memories as we drank and the moon peered through the window. We were both rosy cheeked and tipsy after a bit. The wine just tasted so good.

"My shoulders are so stiff."

"Here," Timothée offered, he put his glass down and stumbled over to me. His large hands kneaded my skin.

"Ohhh, that feels amazing," I breathed. More moans left my mouth occasionally.

"Okay, either I need to stop or you need to stop," Timothée said, sitting back across from me.

"I'm your ex wife," I laughed. "I'm probably the person who is supposed to be the least attractive to you."

"A sexy moan, is a sexy moan, y/n," he shrugged. "A man can only take so much."

"I know what you mean," I mused.

"What's that mean?" Timothée asked, moving closer eagerly.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this," I giggled.

"Come on, you have to now," he pouted.

"What the Hell," I shrugged. "I've been sleeping horribly."

"Why is that?" He asked, licking his lips.

"You sleep shirtless," I whispered, and his eyes grew dark.

"That makes sense," he said, trying to sound calm, but something had changed in him. "You always did tell me I had your favorite body type."

"Yeah, you do," I sighed dreamily.

"You're using present tense," he said wickedly, and somehow he was even closer.

"Things like that don't usually drastically change," I said. The silence was thick, and he wasn't moving back. His eyes kept dropping to my lips.

"Could I have a hug?" He asked tentatively. I desperately wanted to touch him, but I didn't want to do anything I couldn't take back.

"I-I think that might be a bad idea," I laughed shakily.

"Yeah, but bad ideas can be fun sometimes," he smirked.

"Not when a child hangs in the balance."

"He thinks we're together anyway."

I didn't know what he was suggesting, but it was making my head spin. I couldn't do this. I needed to blot this out of my mind and pretend it never happened.

"I'm going to bed," I said, removing myself from the conversation, and stalking to the bedroom. I slept on the floor that night, knowing Timothée would never opt for a shirt.