My Lighthouse

Maybe

Sheila felt a bit strange when she put Mark's key in the lock of his house. "Our house!" Mark had said firmly when they talked about it. Sheila had blushed and kissed him, to thank him for his love. Today was her first day, that she would come home without Mark. He had a long rehearsal day with the Westlife lads, because within two weeks the tour would start with the first television performances and over one and a half month their tour would start. She would be on tour with them as well, but Louis had decided she wasn't needed on all the locations. That felt strange at first, but she was glad now.
She turned on the lights and walked into the kitchen to put down the groceries. She had ordered a few good bottles of wine and she was already looking forward to her book, Mark's lovely large couch and a good glass of Chardonnay. She put a bottle of wine in the cooler and took it with her into the living room. She kicked her high heels into the corner of the room and wanted to sit down on the couch when she looked at his fireplace. Mark had a beautiful large fireplace and there was nothing Sheila loved more than a fire on a cold winters night. She smiled at her thoughts and said to herself, well okay a warm fire on a cold spring night is all right too. The only positive thing her father had learned her, was to make a good fire, so within minutes the flames were flying high into the fireplace. She decided that with a comfortable evening, belonged comfortably clothes. She walked upstairs into the bedroom and changed her clothes, when she saw her body stocking laying in the closet. She felt her body response on the piece of clothing and the thought about the time Mark saw her wearing it the last time. Still she decided to wear her satin nightdress instead, which was beautiful as well and a lot more comfortable for when she was reading her book. She looked into the mirror, took the pins out of her hair which fell down on her bottom and smiled about her own image. She felt good again and all thanks to Mark. She went downstairs, put another brick of wood on the fire, took her book and sat down on the couch. She crawled into the corner of the couch and pulled her legs up against her body. It was almost scary how happy she felt right now. She took a sip of her wine and started to read her book, hoping Mark would not come home to late.

Mark looked at Shane and took a deep breath. They were all tired and wanted to go home, but there were just a few parts of the song to record. Mark thought about Sheila and hoped, she would have made herself comfortable this evening without him. Mark! Nicky said louder. Come on buddy, just a few moments and you're aloud to go home again and he blinked at Mark. Mark got that naughty smile on his face which he wanted to hide, but which was impossible now he was in love so badly. So she came back huh? Nicky asked softly. Hmmm, Mark mumbled and was careful about what he was going to tell him with all these other people around. Hé listen, Shane said suddenly. Why don't we go out again Friday, like we always did? Are we aloud to take the girls? Mark asked. Sure, Kian said. We can always pick someone new up there, if we want to, don't we? he said to Nicky and blinked at him. Well, Nicky started, if I am aloud to take someone too, it's alright by me. Mark hit him on the shoulder and laughed. You naughty boy! You already picked someone up without telling us? You know her already. She was there the last time we went to the pub. Shane was thinking about these words. We already know her? Don't tell me you mean Gina? Nicky blushed. We all know Gina! She's nice, Shane smiled and hit him softly against his chest. Was she drunk, when you saw her again? Kian smiled. Nicky grabbed Kian and played around with him while he called him names and tickled him. The music director looked at the boys their behavior and understood the concentration was gone. He was tired as well and decided they were aloud to go home. Laughing and playing around they left the studios and went in their cars to drive home. When Mark drove up the driveway he saw smoke coming out of the chimney and was pleasantly surprised. Did she put on the fire by herself? Mark moaned already before he had seen her and couldn't wait to get in.

He walked into his house and loved the homely atmosphere Sheila had created. He could get used to this. He hung up his coat, took his shoes of and walked into the living room. The fire was still burning, although not that high anymore. The lights were of and Sheila had lit on several tea lights and candles. Mark noticed that his body and mind already started to react to this all, without having seen her. Suddenly he saw her sitting in the corner of the large couch, with her legs pulled up against her body, her book on her lap and her head on the back of the couch. She had been fallen asleep and Mark felt his heart overflowing from love for her. She was wearing a gorgeous satin nightgown which showed every curve of her body and Mark could hardly wait, touching these curves. His breathing went faster already and he doubted what to do next. Should he pick her up and bring her to bed or kiss her here or even better, make love to her in front of the fireplace. He put a few bricks on the fire to lit it up again, unbuttoned his shirt, although he kept it on and poured himself a glass of Chardonnay. With his glass of wine in his hands, he took away her book and put it on the table. He could look at her for hours, but he was a bit to tired for that. He carefully sat beside her and while he looked at her, he stroke a string of hair out of her face. With his thumb he caressed the soft skin of her lips. She slowly opened her beautiful green eyes and they were immediately shining only for him. Hi beautiful, he whispered. I think, I will come home later every night. You're looking gorgeous in the light of the fire. His voice sounded low and sensual and Sheila felt her body burn within seconds. Mark looked down at her nightgown and loved how her nipples responded to his words. He slowly sipped some wine out of his glass while his other hand sensually touched a nipple and draw imaginary lines around it. She started panting and didn't know what to do next. Mark lay his hand on her leg and stroke slowly up to the inside of her thighs and found out she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Oh my God Sheila, he moaned and shook his head. How is it possible that you know exactly how to surprise me every single time? Sheila didn't say anything at first, but took his glass out of his hand and put it on the table. She pushed herself up and sat on his lap with a knee on every side of his leg. Hmm, oh woman, Mark moaned and he felt how she turned him on, by just looking at him this way. Although he was still wearing his jeans, she pushed her lower body against his hips and rubbed sensually against it. Even with the fabric between their skin, she could feel his excitement grow already. Who's teasing now? He panted in her ear and took her soft breasts in his hands and squeezed them carefully. Sheila put his shirt aside and caressed his hairy chest while she bended over to kiss him. Mark could see the reflection of the fire in her eyes and loved what she did to him. His hands were holding her tight at her waist, the soft and slippery fabric between his hands and her skin. She pushed herself up from the couch and opened his jeans to pull it of him. Mark pushed his hips up so she could take his trousers and nickers of and he couldn't wait until she sat back on his lap. She stood in front of him and looked him in the eyes while she ran with her hands through his hair and pushed his head softly against her breasts. He pushed her neckline a bit down and this showed him her beautiful naked breast. He took it in his hand and with his lips and tongue he caressed her nipple until she could hardly stand on her feet anymore. She pulled her nightgown up a little and sat down on his lap. Mark couldn't get enough of the way she teased him and the way she looked at him. Oh darling, will you? He only asked her. She looked down at his manliness and saw how he was already waiting for her to satisfy their needs. He pulled her up to bring her in the right position and slowly she felt his hard desire glide inside of her. She closed her eyes to enjoy this loving feeling even better. They both wanted to take their time, so Sheila started to move her hips real slow on his. She could feel him deep and hard inside of her and she just couldn't understand how also he surprised her every time over again. Mark hold her at her waist and with his hands he directed her what to do and how fast. She panted louder than before and Sheila noticed she was getting a hard time of holding her feelings down. Mark lay his head backwards on the couch while he slowly felt he, as well as Sheila, was losing their control over their hot and longing bodies against each other. Sheila looked at him, how he had closed his eyes to fully enjoy this feeling of pleasure and desire and she moved her hips more passionately against his now. She whispered all kinds of promises at him and when she felt she couldn't take it no longer, she was to late already. She screamed his name and moved her hips sensually on top of him when she heard Mark moan out loud and totally lose his control as well, to reach a beautiful climax together with Sheila. They were still moving against each other when Mark put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. I love you so much, you can't even imagine, he whispered with his face against her breasts and kissed them tenderly. I love you too, she whispered back at him. She closed her eyes and felt how lovely and passionately their attached bodies felt. But still at the back of her mind, she didn't wanted to give up on that dream of a baby of their own. What if there was a solution somewhere? Maybe when they went on tour and she didn't had to come along, maybe she would go to another hospital and ask for a second opinion.....maybe......