Healing.

No turning back.

Tolstoy once said; "The two most powerful warriors are patience and time."

I've never been big on patience, it's something that I just cannot practice. Being patient, waiting for opportunities, instead of jumping right in, was never my thing.

That's why, when I saw Delphine on the floor of her apartment, lifeless, I started panicking for the first time in years, trying my best to at least hear a little sigh or breath from her, to prove that she wasn't - in fact - dead.
I did everything I could, from CPR to almost praying a God that doesn't even exist. Almost five minutes passed by, when I finally saw her eyes squeeze and heard her mumbling something that I couldn't quite understand.

"Fuck sake, Delphine! You're fucking alive!" I shouted, bringing her close to me as I started pouring down tears of joy.

".. Where am I?"

That was the downfall. The beginning to real pain and fear.
Delphine had to struggle with some kind of trauma after the incident with that Percival scum - whom I personally dealt with - and now had amnesia. The doctors couldn't tell if it was permanent, or it could be helped. I was going insane.

As I said, I'm not a fan of patience, but in that case, I had to adapt myself. I had to wait, for her. For us.
While she was recovering, I tried questioning myself over and over. And I realized I was falling for her. I was so foolish to think that it was only some kind of sexual relief, she was worried about me, and viceversa. I didn't know if she was really falling for me too, but my guess was that we were both fucked. And bad.

The doctors released her after two weeks of recovery, her throat still quite injured. After all the Berlin shit, I had to retire. And my superiors weren't quite against it. So, I left everything I had, I took Delphine with me and I started a new life, trying to help her remember.

The first time she remembered something, was when we were on a plane to New Orleans. She touched my face and said, with a deadly expression:

"I recognize your face."

That moment, my heart skipped a beat. I smiled at her and caressed her long fingers with my cheek, closing my eyes for a second.

"It's a face that gives me a lot of strange emotions."

Now I was more than determined, I wanted to help her remember everything we had, all the 'strange emotions' -as she said - that we shared.
The second time, I brought her to Malibu, as it was a big memory of my childhood. She stared at the waves crashing on the shore for ten minutes straight, before making my heart race again.

"You saved my life. Not only that night, after David Percival did... That. Meeting you.. Was the thing I needed. I need you. And I love you."

I shed a tear, embracing her with all of my love and hope.

"I love you too, Delphine."

After that, she remembered every single thing, from our first encounter, to the warning I gave her.. To the incident. She had panic attacks while seeing everything again, but I was always there to calm her down, never leaving her side.

One year and a half passed, we went on vacation back to her home, Paris. I wanted her to see some of her past self, I wanted her to be happy.

The only thing that was pulling me back was that, she was so fucking sexy. Tight dresses, and that no bra policy - she didn't like wearing them - was really hitting my mind. I promised I would have waited for her, as her trauma wouldn't quite let her to 'enjoy' sex at its fullest.

On the third night of our vacation, we went visiting the Louvre, and then, we had a little toast under the Eiffel Tower. I brought a bottle of champagne with me and two glasses, which, to her, was really funny.

"Do you bring champagne and glasses in your bag on every date?"

"Only if the person I'm with is a special one."

She shrugged, took one of the glasses and sat near me, smiling widely while taking a sip and turning her head straight, observing the majestic piece of art in front of us.

"You're too much for me." She whispered, biting her lip softly

"I should be the one saying that." I watched every movement, finding myself more and more hot and bothered.

"I have a little gift for you, nothing too great.. Just to thank you for everything." She turned her head to me once again, and winked.

"Which is?"

"A little surprise, come on.. I'll only tell you, it's really private."

"I'm getting excited, I must say."

Twenty minutes after that suspenseful conversation, we were aiming at each other lips, inside the elevator of the hotel. Gasping for air, I took her hand and looked her straight in those wonderful hazelnut eyes.

"Are you.. Sure, Delphine? I don't want you to feel forced about this.."

"I'm more than sure, Lorraine. I want this. I want you."

Those words made me shiver at the only thought of having her moaning for me once again, after two years of recover.

I opened the hotel room in a rush, watching her walk in front of me. Her dress was full black, it obviously suited her the best. It had some lacy parts that added a very sexy and mysterious vibe, finishing touch were the black high heels, you could see she was perfectly comfortable with wearing that. And that aroused me even more.

I took off my jacket and started zipping my dress, which had a side zip, thank goodness.

"Come here, you hot mess." She said, laughing in a very sensual way.

"No need to ask twice."

I picked her up, put her on the king size bed we shared and started tracing invisible lines on her hips.

"Lorraine, take this off of me.."

As ordered, I started taking off her dress, throwing it away with mine. I started looking at her perfect skin, caressing her perfect-placed abs and leaving little kisses everywhere.

"Are you doing this on purpose? I swear.. If you don't fuck me now-"

I stopped her from talking, a low moan escaping her beautiful mouth when my tongue started tracing her nipples really slow. As I started hearing groans from her, I placed my fingers on her panties that, apparently, were soaked. Removing them in no time, I entered her with a finger, her moans becoming more and more persistent. I started moving with a strong rhythm, placing another finger in her pleasure core and pounding more and more.

"Lorraine, oh Go- Lorraine, I'm gonna cum, ughhh..!" Her voice was so raspy, I was starting to get addicted to this dazing sensation.

"Cum for me, baby.. Let me hear you."

As if it was an order, she let out a loud groan, her walls started to tighten. She came hard and it was all because of me. I was on cloud nine.
I lied down on the bed, watching her trying to control her breath and it was then. I realized.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She looked at me almost shocked, then she smiled and pulled me closer to her, hugging me.

"Please, marry me." She whispered in my ear, falling asleep right after.