No Ordinary Love...What Comes Next?

I did some unravelling too..

S12 E11.. Inside Man.

My ramblings.......post Ep...

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Who knew whether it was Adam and Eve who first discovered falling in love or if it was someone after them, or maybe it wasn't even the human race that identified that feeling in the first place...... But whoever brought forth the state of 'being in love...there was a lot of it going on in apartment 702 that night. And what was also clear was that with the many sides to being in ' love, ' the excitement, the anticipation, the all-consuming joy...... at some point, alongside that euphoria, something else enters the equation. 

Fear. Fear of losing that one person whose very existence fills in all your blank spaces. The person whose presence becomes to mean so much that without them, it would be impossible for the other to even want to be.

So tonight, after another close call and another brush with it 'all being over,' for them, the 12 year old single malt whisky, their 'cure all,' wasn't enough to dispel the frayed nerves that were stretched thin enough to snap and inside her playful smiles and his reciprocating eager ones, was a desparate need inside both of them for physical connection. A need to, on some base level to come together and rid themselves of this terrifying feeling that had started to strangle them.

Recognizing that it hung between them, Stella ignited that need for the physical with 'fuck me' lingerie that had him relegating the glass of the expensive liquor she had handed him to the nightstand before he had even taken a sip.

She squealed as her husband rolled her over, covering her body with his, wincing as his bruised ribs objected to the sudden movement.

One of her brows lifted, and her fingers lovingly stroked his cheek, the evening shadow of his beard, a soft abrasion on her fingertips.

"Now why can't you just have laid back, saved those ribs, and let me do the work... huh?"

The cuts on his face were too stark a reminder of the last twenty four hours and the nightmare he'd lived through and despite her intent at seduction, she couldn't stop the tremble in her fingers as she touched him.

"Honey, this work I will never object to."

Nudging her thighs apart, he lay between them, a lazy smile playing around his mouth, dropping a kiss on her mouth, but she knew him too well not to feel the tight tension in his forearms as he supported his weight or the glaze of pain hovering behind the blue iris's.

Stella put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him in for her own kiss, murmuring against his mouth.

"There was a point to me wearing this set tonight, babe...so you just lie back and enjoy the view....."

Fingers ran down hard muscles and traced bruised ribs before she suddenly sat up and, in one fluid motion, replicated his movement and flipped him on his back so she was back in control.

Eyes held as she knelt over him, a deep and hedonistic craving for sex darkening both their thoughts. Her hair was pinned back in her classic signature bun...classy as hell, but the rest of her dressed or not so much dressed to make sure she destroyed both his brains and his balls in equal measures.

"You know that bra is just sinful...." He ran a finger over the black lace, his voice with that catch when he was insanely turned on.