Author's Note: I apologize for the delay, but I went through a rather terrifying heartbreak and I struggled with this chapter. I will appreciate your feedback and advise immensely as I do feel that I lost my muse.

Chapter 7

The dreaded conversation lurks in each silent moment we share. All resolve to speak the truth stayed behind in the hospital bed. I want to tell her but my history testifies of heart break and pain. If she rejects me I will surely be embraced by my demons.

Ma has the tendency to disrupt sensitive moments but bursting into Maura's room took the cake. Maura will never open up to me. And with each passing day I remember more of her confession. She wears her mask with grace, the world oblivious to her pain. Still we fell into our familiar rhythm me lounging on the couch with a cold bear she brought me a minute ago enjoying the game and Maura in the kitchen making something healthy to eat probably something I'll pronounce wrong.

She eats her dinner without any sarcastic remarks, what is going on in that beautiful mind of hers.

For once the healthy option is not too bad. But since when does dinner and quiet go together where did the laughter go? Her every movement awakens a thirst deep inside of me. A need to touch her constantly haunts me. She takes our dishes and says goodnight.

My thoughts walk me to my room and I'm lost in my desires. I'm pushed up against a wall the cold seeps through my shirt and caress my shoulder blades. Her lips connect with mine and I fall into the kiss. My mind struggles to break the surface as my lungs are being filled with her breath. I ask her why. She tells me she made the decision for me. We struggle to get to the room hitting every wall and door on the way. Hope takes root in my heart and I dare to envision our lust materializing. We crash into the bed in a mess of body parts. My hands rake up her body pulling at her clothes and they follow with out restrain. Our naked bodies touch for the first time and all and any doubts I had disappears.

My mind retreats into my body and I no longer understand thoughts or feelings I only know the need for her. Her name spills from my lips, "Maura" …it comes out as a moan, a prayer.

She breathes my name into my neck and it sends a shudder down my spine.

The wine clouds my mind and I feel her nails dig into my shoulder and raking a path towards my hips.
I want to melt into her form. The need to touch her overpowers my restrain and my fingers dance over her curves. I taste her lips and our passion ignites, it overwhelms and intoxicates our souls.

She has taken over my mind her hands are on me and her lips are trailing kisses down my torso. I am struggling to get my head out of the clouds I feel her tong on the inside of my thigh licking closer and closer to my centre. I loose control and my body jerks into her mouth wanting her to taste me.

And then suddenly fear claws at my throat what if this is a big mistake, what if this is the alcohol or post traumatic stress or a coping mechanism. She pulls me back to the now as I feel her teeth sink into my inner thigh. I pull her back on top of me and will away my fears. Her lips meet mine and once again I get lost in her arms.

She flips me over and pins my arms over my head her tongue finds one of my nipples and I try to loosen her grip I need to touch her I need to feel her. She lets go and without any delay her hand makes its way in between my legs and I gasp for air as she enters me.

Time and space falls from existence as pure ecstasy envelopes our bodies.