SECRETS | Fate: The Winx Saga ~ Alternate Season 2

Chapter 3

Saul left the bathroom in his boxers and walked slowly towards the bedroom, where his wife was waiting for him, lying on the bed.
It was Friday night and the two lovebirds had had a complicated week due to Farah's many nightmares and the discussion with Ben.
They wanted to use the next day to tell Sky the truth in the quiet of their suite. According to Ben's words, the nightmares would stop afterwards.
However, the headmistress seemed preoccupied, which did not escape her husband, as she was much less talkative than usual.

He crawled under the duvet, embraced her, and drew her to him, close to his heart. Seeing her in such a state of anxiety made him feel so bad.

"Are you all right, beloved?" he questioned, concerned. "Are you worried about tomorrow?"

She buried her face in the neck of the man she loved and relaxed, reassured by his presence. In his arms she could forget about everything else.

"Yes, Sky is so happy, he loves what he does, he's got good grades, people to rely on, and most importantly, he has Bloom," she acquiesced, running her fingers along the back of his neck. "He looks better than he did when he was with Stella, and I've never seen him so happy. I wouldn't want him to withdraw into himself and get away from Bloom after learning our secret. It would hurt me to see Bloom suffer too, as it's hard enough to know that Sky's life will be turned upside down."

Her husband sighed, slightly confused. Farah was right, even though Sky was quite calm and collected, they couldn't know what their revelation would do to the young guy's relationships, especially his relationship with his parents and his girlfriend. Sky had a bond with Bloom, the same one that the Specialist had with his wife...and it could prove destructive.

"I know, Farah, but we have to do it, you can't keep reliving your past every night."

The fairy glanced desperately at her Specialist, still torn between two ideas.

"Saul, this is our son, his past, his future!" she protested.

"And you're my wife, and I can't stand to see you crying every night," he retorted, grabbing her face in deep pain. "If you knew how much it hurts me to see you suffer..."

At that moment she burst into tears, realizing the ordeal she was putting her husband through with her nightmares. She hated that pig who had touched her, who had penetrated her, when the only man she wanted inside her was Saul.
Now she had a way to finally leave her past behind her. Pull the band-aid off. Fight evil with evil.

"I'm sorry for everything, love," she murmured, trembling.

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before moving down to her cheeks, her nose, and finally her mouth, which welcomed his tongue in sweet melancholy.

"It's not your fault, you know that," he comforted her. "Whatever happens, I'll never stop loving you."

Loving Farah Dowling had been the most beautiful thing in the world, the chance of a lifetime. She was so sweet, so powerful, so elegant, so perfect. The bond between them was so strong that she could be anywhere and he could feel her fears, her pain, her happiness.

She smiled at him, moved. She was so beautiful with that smile that was lighting up her face.

"You did so much to make me feel like a woman again and respectable, you brought me out of the darkness, and I'm so proud to have married you," she admitted, her eyes filled with admiration.

The Specialist felt a delicious electric shock running through his body. After so many years, just the voice of the woman he loved could give him a thrill. He had never felt such a sensation before he met her, and she didn't need to use her powers to bewitch him.

Greedily, he leered at his wife's lips, which seemed to burn with impatience. He had an irrepressible urge to taste them, and immediately, he brought his face closer so that their lips could be romantically sealed.
Farah's tongue plunged into her husband's mouth, exploring every nook and cranny thoroughly, sniffing his fresh after-shave smell. Here he was, in this bed, cuddling her, what more could she want?
She ran her hands over his chest with envy as he sensuously slid his lips down her neck, down to her left shoulder, where he placed a kiss.
The fairy's hands continued their exploration down to her husband's bulging underwear, before playing with its elastic band.
Saul had awakened an uncontrollable hunger in her, she was hungry for him, she wanted him now.
Vibrating under the dizzying sensations of his kisses on her stomach and chest, she let out a moan of desire.

"Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?" he asked in a whisper, his mouth pressed to her ear.

His wife kept on squirming, demanding him. Since the rape, the headmaster always used to take care to ask her that question before their lovemaking, so that she would be as comfortable as possible.

"Yes, love, please...," she answered, digging her nails into his skin, eager for pleasure.

He kissed her on the corner of her mouth, staring intently at her.

"Okay, but if you don't feel well and want to stop, don't forget the safe word," he agreed, gently removing her nightie.

She nodded confidently before removing his underwear, revealing that manhood that was longing for her.
The safe word was "bootcamp", the fairy had used it a lot after her assault, until she rarely said it, then not at all.
She trusted this man who took care of her and treated her with the utmost respect. To be one with him was always a pure joy, he had the gift of making her live unforgettable moments. The strength of their love increased their sensations, making them carnally and spiritually fulfilled.

This is what happened that night.