Can't Fight This Feeling.

What Would Happen If They Ever Knew.

Two days after Christmas they are back home in Florida, enjoying a couple of days off before starting with the tour again.

She wakes up early that day, and she's surprised he isn't in bed besides her, she looks at the clock 6am.  She gets out the bed and goes looking for him.

She founds him in the kitchen, the phone on his ear as his other hand clenches something but she can't see what it is.

"No, you listen to me." He says low but firmly "When I say I want you to found out who did it I mean it. So don't call me again unless you have a name." He adds furiously and ends the call, his hands goes straight to his head, he's extremely worried about something, walking from one side to the other of the kitchen.

"What's the matter baby?" She softly asks him, coming closer and running her hands on his back. He immediately relaxes under her touch and turns around to face her.

“I'm sorry" he softly says and she doesn't understand what's going on.  He reaches for the newspaper laying on the counter and gives it to her, she looks at the piece of paper and she doesn’t know if she’s incredibly happy or worried.

In the front page of the journal was a pic of them from the Christmas night, they were in front of the tree, she was leaning against his chest, he was kissing the top of her head as his hand rested on her lower back, almost touching her ass. It was a beautiful pic but now their secret was ruined.

"How?" She just asks, lifting her head to look at him, "I don't know, I have people working on that right now, I'm sorry" he repeats.

"Sorry? You don't have to be sorry about anything" she tells him, her hand caressing his cheek.

It’s not their fault, only Kurt is to blame and they know it, but that cute picture could make their lives pretty complicated right now.

“This is not how it was supposed to be” he mutters, grabbing her waist and looking down at her.

“And how was it supposed to be? We should have waited a year like Kurt wanted and then said ‘Hey we got married in Vegas’?” She says, trying to find the good side of the situation.

She makes him laugh and he brings her closer by her waist. “That’s a good idea” he mutters. “We could get a fat Elvis to marry us” he whispers.

“Don’t even think about it” she says kissing his nose. “Marrying you or the fat Elvis” he asks pretending to be hurt. “What do you think?” She asks and kisses him.

She had dreamt about being his for such a long time, and now she was hugging him in the middle of their kitchen on a cold morning, talking about marriage.

But she knew it wasn’t the time. “We should make a statement” he whispers. “You should deny it, we’ll say it’s not you, that the picture is blurry and from far away”.

“Mhhh” she mutters, her head resting on his shoulder. “Baby?” He asks knowing she’s planning something and he’s waiting for her to explain to him.

“Maybe it’s our chance, to let them wonder and start getting used to us being together” she whispers in his neck. “And that way I wouldn’t break my divorce agreement” she finally looks at him.

“Because technically, we didn’t expose it” he finishes her sentence.

"I like the way you think baby" he says cupping her face and kissing her again, she moans into his mouth when his tongue touches hers.

She pushes him against the kitchen counter. Her hips rubbing against his groin slowly but harder, his hands go under her night gown caressing her thighs and her behind, pressing her even harder against him.

Her hands pull down the straps of her own camisole reveling her naked chest for him, he bites his lips and leans to catch her nipple on his mouth, sucking and bitting it, stopping just to move to the other one to give it the same treatment.

René bites softly her puffed nipple. “Harder” She whispers and she squirms when he does as she asked. “God Yes” she cries.

He grabs her by the waist and places her on the table in front of him like she weighted nothing, her camisole folded on her waist, her perfectly rounded breasts exposed to him, as well as her soaking thong.

He just stares at her for a moment, not moving, not kissing her, just looking at her. “What?” She asks incorporating resting her weight on her elbows.

“I’m thinking” he places between her legs as she rises her eyebrow questioning. “Trying to decide if I want to pleasure you with my tongue slowly or fuck you hard right now” he says with his raspy voice.

Her legs immediately surround his hips and bring him closer to her. “I’ll solve that for you” she looks into his eyes and whispers “Fuck” she presses him harder against her. “Me” she finishes, almost in a moan.

So he thrusts into her as she asked, causing her to moan loud. He bites his lower lip, watching her lost in pleasure is his favorite view in the world.

She incorporates herself and holds from his neck, as he thrusts deeper into her, bouncing against each other in the air as they moan each other names.

“Yes baby!” She cries in ecstasy, as he groans her name over and over again, their bodies collapsing hard, their legs slightly shaking cause the effort and the pleasure.

“That was a good way to use a kitchen for the first time” she whispers as he places her on the floor. “Every other room should come next” he winks to her and kisses her.

But the phone interrupts them, “I’ll go” she says and walks to the living room, because she knows who it is and doesn’t want Rene to talk to him.

“Good morning” she says as she listens to her ex husband voice on the other side. “Are they good for you?” He asks clearly upset.

“Pretty good, thanks for asking” she says although she knows she shouldn’t. “You broke our agreement, I’ll go to court” he mutters.

“No I didn’t, I’m living on the shadows exactly as you asked. And if I wanted to tell the world I would have done it the big way, not with that shitty picture from the distance, and you know it” she says, René listens from behind, staring at her fighting for them.

“I don’t believe you” he mutters. “Then talk to my lawyers, they will let you know when we find out who sent the picture” she says and hangs out the phone.

René walks towards her, pressing against her naked back. “Is everything alright?” He asks although he knows the answer. “He wants to sue us, actually me” she mutters.

They stay in silence for a while, but then she starts laughing and turns around finally facing him. “What is that funny?” He asks grabbing her by the waist.

“He hated you so much. Once I moaned your name when Kurt and I were...” she keeps laughing, and doesn’t want to say it. “Oh I see” he lowers his hands to her behind. “You were thinking about me?” He asks with a smirk.

"Always" she says teasing him, as she bruses her naked body against his, driving him crazy. His dick getting hard again. He simply moans and hugs her tighter.

"We haven't done it over that couch have we?" He asks as he looks at the big couch besides the window "I think we haven’t” she answers laughing softly "Perfect" he simply says and before she knows it René lifts her and carries towards the sofa.

"We will now" he tells her, his eyes darkened with lust as he goes down on her.
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