Forbidden Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 62 (18+)

A/N : Mature content ahead. For some it might be inappropriate, please read only if you are comfortable. This chapter is beckfreen. Just enjoy!!

Becky tapped the side of the car as she drove, trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. Nothing was working--not even the music that she loved so dearly blasting through the speakers, not the chilly breeze that flowed through the car, just the way she liked it, not the fact that every light she passed by turned green right as she passed it.

"Fuck." She muttered to herself, gripping the steering wheel. Every time she stepped into the ER horrible memories gripped her heart. The feeling of horrible dread crossed her. She thought she had lost everything. That it was the end.

Why couldn't she just pull that trigger and ended it right there? He was right, she had the power, just one life for the many. Was she too much of a coward? If she hadn't been able to help Saint, he would have been dead.

She sees his face every waking minute, the image of the bullet piercing his skull and to think that she led him to his death tug at her heartstrings.

All of it was too much and she had no idea how to get past this. The profound pain had turned to anger. And anger; she had no idea what to do with it.

When she finally got home, Becky slammed everything she had down on the table, still seeing red.

Freen was already home and was watching a movie, they are leaving for their trip tomorrow, so the girls are already at their grandparents place. So having nothing to do and the nerves of thinking about how to get her wife back gnawing at her, she settled to watch a movie to keep her mind off from wandering unwanted territories.

Once she heard the loud noise, she hopped off the couch, and hurried over to Becky wondering what happened. One look and Freen knew, Becky wasn't alright. She had never seen her this furious.

"Hi, honey!" Freen said, hugging a furious Becky trying to calm her down, who didn't really hug her back, as she was just glaring down at her things on the table, "You look tense; are you alright?" Freen asked pulling back, lifting an eyebrow at Becky, who finally looked at her.

Becky was definitely exasperated. Her eyebrows were extremely furrowed, her teeth were clenched, and she was staring at Freen with anger and something else; a sort of... incensed desire. Becky loomed over her wife, like a power-hungry tyrant looking at another piece of land to conquer.

Freen just blinked at her, her own face red, but for another reason. "Are... Are you okay... Bec?" She asked again, quieter, softer this time.

Oh God, she needed something--she needed to release. Becky felt a rough pain in her gut--but it wasn't exactly pain. Lust. A pining for control. She needed Freen.

By the stare, Freen knew exactly where this was going, and her face became flustered with nerves, her stomach filled with butterflies but the feeling of pain and worry still lingered.

Becky carefully, but ferally grabbed Freen's arm, and placed one hand on her waist, squeezing it tight and pulling her in. She smashed their lips together, and Freen, clearly surprised, moaned into the kiss, which only made Becky want to rip her clothes off right then and there. Instead, she just led her to the couch, where Becky sat and straddled Freen right onto her lap.

Freen situated herself into Becky's lap, throwing her arms over Becky's shoulders, hugging her neck as Becky clutched Freen's waist, exploring her body with her nimble, magic fingers, taking all of Freen in deeply like a starving animal. In this position, their tongues twisted and tumbled in a battle that Becky was clearly winning, but Freen was never one to give in.