Crossing Boundaries [COMPLETE]

Love So Strong and True 2

WARNING: Contains mature content. Wanted to try out writing something like this to see if I really could pull it off. For years of writing, this is something I have never have written about before until today. And this might be the last :)) So, for people under the legal age, tread lightly, lovelies. You may want to read the dinner part then skip to the last part for a cliffhanger. Have a lovely weekend. And always stay safe. - SS

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The dinner was as atmospheric as when they were dancing. Nothing about any problems were mentioned. Simply their plans for the future. Tiffany took time in making the ordered menu look pretty on their plates. Chris, on the other hand, went down to the wine cellar to search for a bottle that would pair well with their dinner. Thanks to old man Foster's detailed cataloging, he found a nice 2006 Zinfandel on the rack.

"So, at most four months, before the divorce is finalized?" Chris inquired.

"Yup," Tiffany answered as she chewed on a piece of her Salmon Lemon and Herb. Just like her, he knew exactly what her favorite is. "I was surprised myself. Reese Witherspoon's movie gave me the false notion that as long as we both have signed the papers, it's official."

"Me too," he threw in, grinning as he sipped some wine from his glass. "I thought I could marry you right here and now."

She got an eyeful of him. There was mischief in his light blues but there was unvarnished truth in them at the same time. "Oh well... I can't wait for the four months to be over," he added while he dug back in to his chicken parm.

Tiffany fiddled the fork in her hand. "You've waited years already. What's another few years more?" She winked at his direction.

Chris dragged his chair closer to her. His face recklessly close to her ear that she could feel the restrained heat of his breaths travel from the sensitive skin of her neck to her core. Just like that, his voice sounded suddenly more seductive. "Because... One, I can't wait to be Christopher Robert Foster-Evans. And two," he paused. "I don't know if I would last years in keeping myself from making love to you." He sealed his words with a taunting suck on her neck, his tongue ever so slightly glossing the skin there.

And just as he did that, Tiffany's eyes involuntarily closed while she gasped for air. The quick carotid pulses allowed the electric currents of Chris's action to travel all over her body. Chris smirked as he felt the strong throbs from where his lips laid. God how her sweet scent made her more intoxicating.

With the increasing heat, she finished half of the contents of her wine glass. She had no idea whether it's the 14.5% alcohol of the Zinfandel, her partial freedom from her marriage, or really just her body aching for Chris's intimacy that made her  more daring all at once.

"Who says you have to wait for years?" She teased back, fondling the tips of her fingers across the waist band of his pants. She sipped wine, again, without breaking eye contact with Chris.

He chuckled nerves. "Oh don't be saying those things, Foster, then back out on me the last minute." He pressed his lips on her temple before dragging back his chair to finish his dinner. "Although, it will always be your call, sweet pea."

Tiffany took a couple of slices of pepperoni pizza, cut them in small portions and placed them on Dodger's and Penny's food trays. "I've got you wrapped around my finger, haven't I?" Her voice still in jest.

"Indeed you do." He clicked his tongue. "Although, I'd rather be wrapped around something else entirely, tonight."

She pursed her lips and swallowed before walking and halting behind Chris. She ran her digits gently through his hair and continued to brush them down the back of his neck, around it until it reached the dip between his collarbones. "Maybe if we're both naughty and nice," she revealed.