Chapter 10

Ed's POV…

Once I started kissing her, I couldn't stop. It was like when we were together, before she was Barnes fiancé, or I had gone on that date with Ms. Kringle. We were us again suddenly within a span of seconds and there was only us. Nothing else mattered except us and what we wanted as I kissed her, and she kissed me back just like she used to. Suddenly, something I thought was dead was alive again, breathing, and I felt incredible the longer I held her close to me in that moment. Rosie kept saying she loved me in between our kisses, the sound of it spurring me to kiss her all the more until I felt her pushing her body towards mine, and in that moment it was as it used to be. I remembered it then, the way we once were before those stairs, and before she'd so suddenly went away. The way we would collide this way. It was our foreplay then and it was the same now as she pressed her body into mine in search of something, we had thought lost. She always did that then and as she did it now something inside began to warm. I knew what this would do. I knew that this would make a mess of many things, but in that moment I did not care. She was worth it as I kissed her with my fingers in her hair. I silently wondered if it would be exactly as it once was. If this would lead to us finding my bed, to a bit of careful fumbling until we came together and were truly at the cusp of lovemaking. I didn't know if I wanted that even as I could taste it on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't dwell on that anymore as I kissed her with a reckless abandon I'd only ever known with her. I would only ever know that with her, I promised myself that as I pressed my hands into the small of her back.

"Eddie…I love you" whispered Rosie in that moment and just like that it happened just like it had before as we fumbled until our wild steps took us to my bed.

"I need you, Eddie…I've missed you so much. Please, I want you. I want you to make love to me" whispered Rosie as our steps suddenly faltered in that moment her body still pressed over mine until I lifted her off her feet as my hands cradled the back of her thighs as I used them to carry her with a hunger I remembered out of nowhere to my bed.

"Eddie, please" gasped Rosie mid kiss our foreheads touching. We were looking at each other now and everything seemed to stop. I loved her so much in that moment, just as I always had, and in her eyes, I saw she loved me. That she always had, and it made me kiss her more until we parted again so I could look at her again. She brought her hands to my face and it was just us. I could see she was thinking about all the things we'd done and all the things waiting for us outside my apartment, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She only kissed me, her hands in my hair loosing pulling on the short strands, and in that her message was clear. For now, she didn't care about the world outside these walls. For now, there was only us, and that was enough for me in that moment. That kiss continued until I sat on my bed with her in my arms and pulling apart, we looked at each other.

"I love you, Eddie…I'll never love anyone else. I never have" said Rosalie suddenly her voice light and giddy as she held me to her. Her arms were wrapped around me in a way I found I'd missed as I looked at her. Part of me was waiting for it to suddenly be a dream. For my eyes to open to the sound of silence that usually accompanied my apartment. When that didn't happen, I dragged her closer until she could feel me as I rested hard just below her, and when she smiled it felt like everything was coming back to what we'd had years ago.

"Rosie" I said her name softly as I took her face in my hands as I kissed her deeply now moving quickly to lay her on the bed with my body hovering over hers.

I looked down at her with a lust in my eyes I hadn't known in years. It was like she was laid out for me as she laid there with her skirt hiked up exposing her underwear, her heels hanging haphazardly on her feet. Her legs parted for me as if on instinct and I settled between them. They felt warm around me just like they used to. Her legs seemed to squeeze then as if reminding me that this was real as I looked her over. It made me look into her eyes again. They were watching me so intently as if waiting to see what was next. She waited so patiently too. With her hands folded so neatly over my chest. Only her face, her hair was messy. Each stranded going its own way, her lips smudged from our kiss, and as her legs squeezed me around the waist again, I knew what she wanted. She wanted this moment with me, to be here with me, and I gave her that. Nothing could have made me leave her. Suddenly, my body was completely covering her. I was kissing her with a passion I'd kept solely stored inside just for her. I could feel her hands always at my chest as her head inclined forward to meet my kiss. I was hungrier than I'd been before. I wanted to devour her. To remind her that she was mine and not that overbearing bastard Barnes. I just wanted to be with her and in that moment, I was as I kissed her with a complexity that I had never kissed anyone in my life.

"Rosalie…you have always been my girl. I love you so much…I love you. You've always been my one" I exclaimed holding her face in my hands just as she had done mine only a few moments ago. Her hands had remained on my chest this whole time, her eyes were always watching me, but when our lips parted the look in her eyes was different. At first, her hand only came to touch my cheek, but then it moved down my neck until her hands were at the first button on my shirt. With that first precise movement, she opened that button then the one after that, and when she was done, she parted the fabric bearing my bare chest to her view. Our eyes met again and the look in them reminded me of the many times when we were at the cusp of making love all those years ago. She wanted me, I wanted her, and there was no going back from this.

"I never stopped loving you…wanting you, like this" whispered Rosie pushing the shirt away from my shoulders. As it fell to the floor, we were kissing again as I lifted her own shirt over her head before tossing it away, but as her skirt followed, I stopped to look at her. This was the moment I'd longed for. Dreamed of but told myself was long behind me. I had thought for many years that I'd never see her again, but then she'd come back so suddenly like a picture from the past that I'd somehow conjured from my memory. She hadn't been mine anymore though, she was going to be another mans wife, and yet I had her back all the same. Even then though I had still been convinced there was no getting her back, not like this, but now, here we were. Here we were, two people in love, who always had been, and yet after this moment nothing would be different. She might still be another mans wife, I had to think of that as I looked at her, and I didn't know if I cared. I did, but I didn't want to care right now. I just wanted this moment with her, and I would have it. Just like in my dreams. In my dreams, she was always laying in my bed like she used to. With her body wanton. She was like that now. Holding her in my arms felt better then any dream. My dreams never came true, but this one had. This one was true in this moment and I was prepared to savor it just in case it never repeated itself. For now, the dream was a reality.

"I love you" I exclaimed in that moment as she lay beneath me whispering her love for me like the world outside was nothing and as the words slipped forth, I kissed her deeply, and my mind was made up that I would make love to her right now the circumstances be damned.

Like I used to do before it all fell apart. She was beneath me in only her bra and panties their black color contrasting with the tan of her skin even as it matched the green plaid covering my bed. Rosie caught me as I stared unabashedly at her and when she touched my face, my hand instinctively covered hers.

"I never thought we'd ever be this way again" I whispered making her smile as she leaned up to take my lips with hers.

"I'm here now, Eddie, I want you to make love to me. I've missed you making love to me" whispered Rosie looking into my eyes as she said it.

She didn't need to say anymore as I captured her lips hoisting her higher up the bed as her arms went around me. As her head hit my pillow, I was still kissing her, and as I did, I was highly aware of the touch of her fingers at the back of my neck. I removed first her bra then her panties in one flourish that I don't think either of us fully realized. I touched her where I wanted and enjoyed the way she touched me. I felt as her breasts pressed themselves into my care chest, her nipples taunt, and her legs always still hooked around my waist. I could feel her palms, warm and soft as they pressed into my shoulder blades to descend to my upper back. This was the kind of fumbling we'd always known. A heated passion that only we shared. Somehow, I still knew that was the case as we shared this moment despite Barnes and Kringle looming in the back of my mind. I knew that what we had was something that couldn't be shared with another and I savored that as our touches continued one after the other. I was amazed as she touched me in that moment. She was so tender in her touch, but also firm in telling me what she wanted. I'd missed her touch all these years. Because she'd always known what to do. How to touch me and love me like this. It was a secret that only seemed to lie with her and as we kissed, she reminded me of that. She was touching me just as she knew how. With her hands placed at the smooth planes of my back. With her nails gliding in that sensual way of hers across my shoulders. Her hands touched every part of me she could reach. It was like she was searching for something. To see if anything had changed or if I had. It was like she seemed to be checking to see if I was here with her and as I pressed my hardness close to her, I made it as clear as I could that I was.

"I've missed you" whispered Rosie, her voice desperate her hands found my chest again to track the same path along the front of my body as she did the back until her hands ran smoothly over my ribs until she was loosening the front of my pants.

"I love you" I said it then somehow needing her to know that. The words seemed to stop everything. Her eyes were peering profoundly into mine now and there was no going back. We were here, we knew exactly what we were doing, and the consequences that might follow didn't matter. Rosalie only stared right at me, always, as her hands moved deftly to open my pants. It was like she wanted me to have no doubts as to what she wanted. As to who she wanted. And in that moment, I had no doubts.

"I have always been madly in love with you, Edward Nygma. That has never changed, and it never will. I don't want you to doubt that ever again…because I love you…and now is where we make up for the time, I took away from us. I want you to make love to me, Edward Nygma…to make me your girl again…because I don't want to belong to anyone else anymore" whispered Rosie her voice laced with an emotion I recognized as she opened my pants. She removed them then until they joined the pile we'd created on the floor and all while she was still looking at me. That was when I kissed her though only briefly before moving my lips lower to kiss her throat and her chest and those beautiful taunt breasts continuing lower and lower as she gasped always touching me the entire time.

"I've missed these beautiful breasts…this beautiful body. I've missed you, so much, Rosalie" I exclaimed as I descended to mark her body hearing as she breathed heavily above me as I made my way back up the way I had come as I grasped one round breast in my hand feeling the heavy weight of it.

"Make love to me, Eddie" exclaimed Rosie in that moment her finger laced around the back of my neck then as she held me in her arms. I enjoyed the way those fingers stoked the short strands of my hair then as I looked at her. She felt so warm and I realized I hadn't felt that way since she'd been gone. We held tightly onto each other, both of us waiting, enjoying this moment even as we waited to be truly together in that way again.

"I've always thought of you, Eddie…even when I'm with Barnes. I haven't been able to be with anyone without imagining their you" said Rosie suddenly, somehow needing me to know that now, and as she did I was surprised by the way I reveled in that knowledge as she claimed my mouth with hers in a desperate kiss. She wasn't going to let me do all the work though as a shudder left me.

"Rosie" I said her name on a growl as I kicked my boxers to the floor in that moment feeling in the same instant as she took my cock in her hand to touch me the way she knew how making me pulse with energy as I reveled in the knowledge that she was here, like this, with me again.

"I love you, so much, Rosie…there's been no other woman since you" I exclaimed in that moment needing her to know that too as she moaned at the feel of me in her hand our eyes suddenly meeting to share in this moment as another shudder left me. When I could take it no more, I kissed her, and as I did, I could feel her as her legs parted more beneath me.

When I started to enter her, we shared a breath, and once I was fully inside her, we released that shared breath on a shudder.

"I love you, Edward Nygma" exclaimed Rosie in that moment making me center in on her, on the look in her eyes, and I found I couldn't look away as we shared this moment both waiting for that pace to build within us that we'd known when we were young. The one we once knew so well. My eyes were always on her then as I moved at the beginnings of that pace inside her. She was looking at me too, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she did so, and it when I slammed particularly hard inside her my name left her lips. She moaned it, her eyes finally leaving mine to skyrocket back into her head, and as her head fell back to lay against the pillow, she was beautiful. As beautiful as I remembered when I thought of her this way. In that moment, I worshipped her, and loved her. I made love to her in that moment just like I used to. Like a man did to the woman he loved. My face was in her hands the whole time as her legs went around my waist to draw me deeper into her.

"I love you, Eddie" gasped Rosie as I made love to her our eyes devouring each other and, in that moment, it was like we had never parted, and we had simply always been.

"Eddie" whispered Rosie, as our mouths began kisses only to end them again, and then again. I kept looking at her and something in me was thrumming at the sound of my own name. She used to do that, say my name as I made love to her, and I realized at that moment just how much I'd missed that sound. I reveled in it more each time she said it.

"Eddie, fuck…I need you" gasped Rosie now, her hands crawling desperately at me as our pace moved from somewhere slow, drawn out, to a fast movement of skin to skin contact that rattled the headboard only inches away the only sound our shared breath and her voice. Her fingers were in my hair, her face flushed as I entered her again and again. I centered in on that as we continued. The high shrill looming tenure of her voice. I heard as it changed to a drowsy purr as I filled her over and over again. As I did so, I remembered the other moments like this, and I felt surprise then relief. Because I had her back. She was mine again and I was hers. We were us again and I had missed that as I entered her all the harder.

"Eddie, please…I love you. I fucking love you, please" gasped Rosie her nails running down my back as the words left her. It was a delightful tingle down the length of my back. I felt as she grabbed my shoulders then, as she held tightly onto me just like she used to when she was close, and I held her just as tightly. I clasped her body close to mine feeling only her as I did so. I realized in that moment that she was all I'd ever wanted or needed, and I felt relief again. Because I had her back, this time, I really had her back.

"Fuck me, Eddie" gasped Rosie her voice shaking with emotion as her grip on my shoulders seemed to tighten. Her grip was different this time and when I looked at her, I knew what was coming. I remembered the feel of her touch and I remembered what it felt like when it went from desperate to demanding. The words coming from her mouth were coming from that place in her that only belonged to me. I savored that as I looked at her in that moment. I knew what she was going to do before it happened. Where I was on top of her, inside her, making her mine, suddenly that control was taken from me. With that grip on my shoulders, she laid me down where she had been before, and with my cock still inside her, she straddled my hips. Her touch was hot on my chest then my shoulders as she steadied herself there. After a moment, our eyes met, and I saw her take a breath as she only looked at me as if trying to remember what she wanted to do when she had me like this. It didn't take her long to remember that she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Rosie" I said it with a growl of passion in my voice as I sat up to meet her kiss. Rosalie wrapped her arms around me as we kissed, her body grinding into mine, and when our lips parted her hands were firm on my shoulders again.

"I love you, Eddie…I need you now…more then I've needed anything" said Rosie as if it were a solemn vow my shoulders still helping her keep her balance as she started at her own pace. It was closer to the one before then I was expecting right away. She rode me firmly, with her breast bobbing deliciously around just in front of my face, and yet I couldn't stare at them the way another man might. I couldn't take my eyes off her face. She was a goddess, my goddess, and I reveled in that as I angled my hips to meet her every movement. Until now, my hands were at her waist, holding her, but also helping to guide her. My eyes were always watching her, hers watching me, and yet I wanted more as I watched her give herself to me so wantonly. I wanted to feel all of her, and I did as I reached out to grab the swell of her ass using it to draw her closer. When I did that she squealed, one hand grabbing the back of my neck as our eyes met again, and again, it was like no time had passed. We were still two teenagers in love, even if we weren't, and yet time didn't matter in that moment. As I looked at her, we were alone, and together with nothing to worry about as time stopped so we could have this moment. I held her to me then, for only a moment, our eyes locked together as I ran my hands over her, and as I did, I could tell she wondering what I was doing. Our pace never changed as I touched her, my touch only remained soft and tender, until I settled on the small of her back stopping everything as I held her firmly to me. Her hand touched my cheek and I could see she was waiting to see what I was going to do.

"Beautiful" I whispered it, my eyes intent on her as I did. Rosie seemed to look at me with a sparkle in her eye. There was a smile on her lips when she kissed me next her breasts firm as they pressed against my chest. Suddenly, she was moving above me again and we were us. We were two people in love kissing desperately. I was a man holding the love of his life in my arms. She was acting like a woman coming home to something and I knew that she was. She was coming home to me and I knew that as I held her in my arms. We were both suddenly so close to coming that I didn't register it right away. Neither did she, we were simply lost in the heat of the moment, and when I say that I don't mean the sex. I mean the pure intensity of this moment. Of this reunion with her. None of what we were doing now was about sex. It wasn't about the two bodies or what they needed. This moment was pure, sacred, and it was as I was thinking that that we both caught our breath as our high exploded around us.

It was like we were reuniting and as we kissed, we did that.

"You're my girl again…you'll always be my girl" I exclaimed suddenly in between kisses, and it didn't matter that she was engaged to be married to another man or I was attempting a relationship with another woman, all that mattered was us. She had always been mine. As our kiss deepened in an encompassing of souls, we came one after the other in a flow of passion. When we did, she only seemed to hold onto me tighter until in one long breath our lips parted, and she was looking at me.

"Eddie" gasped Rosie touching my face before pecking my lips once more.

"Rosie" I whispered her name as I was coming down from that same high always holding her close with my hands at the small of her back.

"Rosie, I love you, Rosie" I whispered moving her hair out of her face.

"I love you too, Eddie. I always have, always will" said Rosie her voice gently, lulling her hands on my face. She smiled at me then, her whole body seeming to glow as we fell back into the bed, and I took a breath as I felt her body over mine once more. I had missed this, not just her, but the feel of her. Of her body as it collapsed over mine after we made love. It did that now and as it did, it made me cradle her all the closer to me. I wrapped my arms around her, and I took a breath as if to breath her in as I held her to me. I never wanted to be parted from her again and as she snuggled close, I knew she felt the same. She laid her face in the crook of my neck and I held her there.

"You're my girl again" I whispered the words hanging in the air around us.

"I was always your girl" exclaimed Rosie, taking my hand in that moment to twine our fingers together. For a moment, there was nothing said as everything seemed to settle between us. Reality was coming back to us and both of us knew we couldn't ignore it.

"What do we do now, Rosalie?" I whispered not moving away from her.

"I don't know" said Rosie every word we'd spoken seeming to hang in the air around us.