My Escape

Chapter 49: Our Escape

It had been a busy complicated start to the season - on top of all the drama they were both dealing with in their own separate lives, combined with the relationship as it was.

However, they had been able to find a solid footing and begin moving forward together. There were moments of pain - she'd have flashbacks to a night with him, he'd have pain in missing his Belle - but they were able to comfort each other through it. There were more conversations that seemed to come with each passing night for them both. Each of them was finding therapy in sharing their story and reason for their pain, which only helped draw them closer together. 

"Have I told you how much I love you lately?" Danielle asks, as she curls up to next to him in bed. 

Given the chaos that had surrounded them, they were both taking the off-week he had in stride by spending a quiet weekend at home together. It was nice to not have pressure to travel anywhere. It was nice to be able to enjoy the comfort each of them held.

"You are just absolutely amazing," she adds, before leaning in to kiss his lips lightly. "I'm so glad that you almost hit me that night. I don't know what I'd do without you, Chase." 

"I can safely say the same about you," he replies, knowing he wouldn't been able to deal with the pain he was experiencing from Isabelle's death on his own. Between being a suspect to her murder and that shoved in his face, to the feelings he had for her and the pain he watched her experience, it was just too much to bare alone. "I love you, Danielle. I love you more than you probably realize." He then leans in, returning the favor back to her with a kiss of his own. As he does so, he wraps both arms around her body, holding her close to him, deepening the passion as their tongues twirl together.

"Chase...." She then allows her hands to roam underneath his t-shirt, running her fingers along his back. "Are you sure about this?" He nods his head as she takes a deep breath of her own. There was a reason she had been putting off this, and yet she didn't know if this was the right night to be following through. However, she still slipped off his t-shirt, knowing she always felt her best against his bare skin. "I love you. No matter what, I love you so much." 

"Dani-"

"I'm okay..." She then removes her own shirt, bringing their bodies back together as their lips fight for control once again. 

"If you're not ready, that's okay. I am fine with waiting. I can wait for as long as you need me too." He then kisses her lips, followed by a kiss on her neck. "Just tell me to stop if it gets too much, please. I don't want to hurt you." He then kisses one of her breasts, followed by the top of the other, before reaching around to unclasp the bra that held them both in place. "I care about you too much to ever hurt you. You don't deserve that because you're absolutely amazing. I love you, Danielle." He then lays her back on the bed, sucking on the left nipple, followed by doing the same to the right nipple. 

Although the silence between the pair was bothering as he began to wonder what she was feeling, he reached for the clasp on her jeans, undoing the button as he continued to suck on the left nipple. He then slowly pulled them down her legs, not allowing his lips to leave her body in the process. He couldn't help but lick his own lips in seeing the sight before him, running one of his fingertips just barely along the edge of her underwear. 

A moan escaping her lips was all he needed to hear in response, as he began to slowly pull them off, feeling her hands reach for the button on his jeans. He positioned himself so it was easy for them to be removed, followed by the boxers underneath as the pair laid there together naked.

"Danielle, please say something," he breathes out, trying to do everything he could to stop himself from inserting himself inside her at that moment. "Please anything. I want to make sure it's okay. I don't want to hurt you. Just tell me it's okay, please. It's okay to admit it's not. We don't have to do this if you're not ready. I don't want to hurt you." 

"You could never hurt me, Chase," she simply replies, reaching in the drawer beside the bed to pull out a condom, flinging it at him. 

"Are you sure?" He then runs his own fingers up and down his shaft, before ripping the package open and slipping it on. Taking a deep breath of his own, he began to ask himself if he was ready for this moment. This would officially be the last piece in admitting he was ready to move on. 

"Chase, if you are ready, then I am ready. I know you won't hurt me because you care about me too damn much." She then opens up her legs, grabbing his shaft, stroking it despite the plastic that now surrounded it, feeling it go harder against her touch. "We both know that you want this. I want this, I am okay with it. It's okay, Chase." 

"I want this so badly....." He then takes a deep breath, feeling a series of emotions flash through his mind. The last time he had connected this deeply with someone it had resulted with them getting pregnant - and getting killed because of that pregnancy. Was he ready for this? "No regrets, right? I mean, I can't have any regrets. I don't want to deal with that pain again. We're doing this for the right reason..." 

She nods her head as he takes a deep breath, pushing all of thoughts aside as he slips himself inside of her. He begins slow, real slow, almost a crawling speed as he slowly pushed himself barely in, followed by pulling out. He kept repeating the motion, feeling all the emotions that tried to cloud his vision fading away with each movement. 

Though he couldn't bring himself to push harder, afraid he would hurt her, afraid he would do something wrong. He didn't want to remind her of the past. He didn't want reminders of the past. He just wanted to enjoy this moment.

It was a step in the right direction.