FIX YOU

When the Past & the Present Collide...

Now I'll be the first to admit I've never been much of a Coldplay fan, but as of late this one song of theirs called, FIX YOU: "When you try your best but you don't succeed. When you get what you want but not what you need. When you feel so tired but you can't sleep. Stuck in reverse. When the tears come streaming down your face. 'Cause you lose something you can't replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste. Could it be worse?" COULD IT BE WORSE? The lyrics said, that part, that part always seemed to get me.

For whatever the reason I couldn't quite put my finger on it, those words kept playing on repeat in my head, over and over again, I wasn't sure what it meant; I just knew as of late I couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming I just wish I knew what, because after the year that Andy and I had already had, I wasn't sure that either one of us could take another blow. It was as if I was waiting, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but what was it? What could it have entailed, or what would it be? I wondered. But then again, I had secrets of my own as of late that I was keeping from my wife, and maybe just maybe it was my guilty conscience eating at me, trying to force me to come clean, sooner rather than later.

ROBERT SULLIVAN'S POV –

I stared at my wife trying desperately hard to read her poker face expression with no such luck, I had no idea that Andy was such a card shark, she was not even willing to let me win a hand at the second round of strip poker that we had been playing for hours now, me with my great ideas, I thought, here I was reduced to sitting in nothing but my boxer-briefs and socks, while my wife was at least still in her tank top, underwear and socks, "This was a terrible idea," I said, as Andy just laughed at me, "I tried to tell you, it would be like torture but no, you didn't wanna listen to me; now show me whatcha got?" She said in all seriousness not willing to have mercy on me at all, as we sat across from each other on a blanketed bed that we had made on the floor in our bedroom. "Don't get so cocky," I said annoyed and yet turned on by her all at once, "You know babe you could always just fold," she said with a devilish smile, "Not a chance, this hand's mine," I said, as I took a deep breath, laying down my cards, "Read 'em and weep, four-of-a-kind, now if you'd please remove your top Mrs. Sullivan," I said, so sure I had her beat, "Wow that's a very good hand Mr. Sullivan," she said mild toned, "Thank you, top off please," I said gleefully, "Not so fast, I said it was good, but it doesn't beat a Royal flush, my darling husband," she said smiling from ear to ear, revealing her yet again winning hand, "Ok that's it!" I shouted as I reached over and grabbed her practically tackling her down and pinning her to the floor beneath my entire body, she tried to wiggle free, "Robert we can't you heard Dr. Bailey three more weeks before we can have sex, you're still recuperating, from your second surgery now, come on babe!" She said laughing, I ignored her kissing her deeply, biting her lower lip and sticking my tongue in her mouth.

"You're not making this any easier on either one of us, you realize that right?" She said, moaning in ecstasy with each kiss that I planted on her body, while I removed her tank top in one fell swoop, "That's the point, now just give in already baby," I whispered, removing her bra, as she slipped her hand beneath my boxer-briefs, letting her fingers explore my shall we say southern regions, she began stroking me to get be hard, as if I needed even more inspiration other than her beautiful smooth as silk body alone to get me going, she continued on, which she just knew drove me absolutely wild with desire and anticipation to be inside her. I continued to move my fingers pressing them up against her panties, I could feel Andy's wetness and her desire soaking into the fabric of her panties, I tucked my fingers beneath the wet fabric and between her throbbing thighs, she gasped loudly and squirmed, but kept up with her rhythm of stroking me; "Yes," I whispered into her ear, "I think maybe you're ready for me," I whispered, "Yes," she echoed, as my fingers found her clit and massaged around it, and with that I began to finger her, just as I was beginning to set her off, Christina's crying could be heard through the baby monitor, Andy was quick to tear herself away from my lips and kisses turning her attention toward the monitor, "Oh it's Chris, maybe I should go in and check on her," she said panting trying to catch her breath from the pent-up pressure of desire that I had built up for her, I was quick to hold her down in place refusing to let her move not one single muscle, as I planted an even deeper kiss onto her lips and then her neck, she moaned, "Andy that girl is 9 months old now, let her cry for one night, she'll be alright," I said, kissing her deeper once again letting my tongue linger.