VIRTUAL STRANGERS

Bamon Vday Challenge FROM TUMBLR BamonIsEternal

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synopsis: Is it cheating when married people turn to online fantasy affairs? BAMON CHALLENGE February: Valentine's Day

first of all, I had the hardest time finding a concept for this challenge. I stated two or three and couldn't make it happen. This is a little different but I hope you guys enjoy it. Bamon forever. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

Bonnie's POV

... Direct Messaging ...

My fingers type away at the key pad. It's nerve wrecking feeling like the person on the other side of the conversation is a virtual stranger. Literally. I try hard to hold back nerves when we speak because he tends to say things that make me blush a lot. But, with that, sometimes I wonder if it comes off too, fake. Hoping he's not just over compensating with impressive banter. I wait patiently for responses. Although he's not slow. But he tends to be most impressive when it takes him a while to respond.

I'm in my room, feeling guilty as my husband is in a different room of the house. But the guilt just adds to the excitement.

JohnDoe121: I think it's time we quit playing these games and meet up.

JaneDoe123: Why the Rush?

JohnDoe121: Rush? We've been chatting for three months.

Jane Doe123: I just... idk it feels wrong.

JohnDoe121: Him?

JaneDoe123: You know why?

JohnDoe121: Rolls eyes.

JaneDoe123: Pouts.

JohnDoe121: Puts hand down pants and touches self. That pout is fucking hot.

I stare at the screen a minute. I picture him touching himself. His veiny, strong hands. I remember very clearly what his hands look like on pictures he's sent. We make it appoint to only send randomized pictures of body parts. Hands, or arms, ya know? Never a full face shot. We do eyes, or lips, maybe a quarter of the face. It keeps it interesting. Plus, I am afraid to have full images of myself online. We are also both peculiar about discretion. The discretion is a turn on.

JohnDoe121: ?

JaneDoe123: Sorry got distracted imagining you.

JohnDoe121: Did you like what you saw?

JaneDoe123: I did. A little too much.

JohnDoe121: What are you wearing?

JaneDoe123: A work skirt, and bra. Haven't quite finished undressing.

JohnDoe121: Undress for me.

JaneDoe123: Long dramatic pause, then I bites my lip, imagining your hands working my bra. I feel your cold skin against my hot skin, and I get goosebumps, from your touch. The chill sends the message to my nipples and...

JohnDoe121: ...? And what?

JaneDoe123: I have to go, my husband is coming.

JohnDoe121: Liar!

JaneDoe123: Bye lover. Kisses.

I quickly end the conversation and shut it out of my screen. I lied. My husband wasn't coming, and he knew it. But some part of me, feels bad being this intimate behind my husband's back. But, at the same time, you only live once, right? Why not make it exciting?

I Damon's POV

I walk around acting like I'm distinguished most days, but truth be told I have no idea what I'm doing. Ive been married for a while, and things had gotten a little stressful in the marriage. My buddy told me about this website. Apparently it's based on discretion, and has a good reputation. The problem is, how easy it becomes to lose yourself in a persona, while your conversing with someone through a computer screen.

I mean, I become this character, and am emerged in telling a story. Whether it be false, or just embellishments of my own real life, the story becomes more and more descriptive, and the embodiment of the word fantasy. And it works. It gives me what I'm lacking in my life.

Last year, my wife and I stopped trying to have a baby. We had tried for over two years. It was heartbreaking dealing with three miscarriages and several arguments over scheduled sex. Sex wasn't what it once was to us. And it drove this wedge between us. We tried for months to rebuild and nothing. We had done and said a lot of hurtful things towards one another.

Disappointment is looking your wife in the eye and not being able to fix her pain. Take it away from her to the point of telling yourself, you'd rather it be you than her that hurts so bad. And the truth is, I did hurt. But she hurt more. And a lot of my hurt came from not being able to take her pain away. As a husband you have no idea how awful, that feeling is.

And, for several months we really pushed each other further and further away. We don't even spend much time together these days. Either she's on her computer working or I'm on mine. We don't have children running around occupying our time, so, it's just us. Driving a wedge between each other, with space, work, and avoidance.

And you may be thinking, he's such an asshole. Stepping outside of his marriage with some internet fling. But, it's just words. Key boards. Screens. Barely visuals, of parts of our skin. Escaping the monotony of the mood of my house, and joining this person on the other end of the computer, in a world of... fantasy.

Now, ask yourself, am I really wrong?

"Hey I'm heading to work early I have some presentation to get ready for." She says dryly. I know she's lying, because she's left the house every day early this week. And she comes home late. I'd be a fool to think this woman is being honest with me. But, she strolls around with her perfect body and her perky tits, and she's so happy she stopped fucking her husband. Yet, she teases me everyday, as I watch her.

I'm a fucking man. And, while I have incredible patience. I'm a fucking man! "Sure baby. I'll see you at six?"

She looks up, unexpectedly, and hesitates before, answering. "Uh, yeah, sure." She doesn't even make eye contact with me before she walks her ass out of here and ignored the hell out of me. I need some comfort. I need to feel needed and wanted. Or I'm going to fucking explode.

...

Around ten pm, I'm sitting in my man cave. I just watched a great game. My favorite player hit two doubles and also scored half the points of the game. He's done the best in this series thus far. The last three games of the series, and he's beat the same team blowing the shit out of his stats. I used to get excited watching these games with her. I taught her everything about the game and she got excited with me on game nights. And whenever our team won, we had victory sex.

Now I'm excited, and no one to celebrate with. She's locked away in our bedroom, not wanting to touch me, or barely stare at me.

But directly after the game, for some reason, tonight I get a ding on my phone. I look and I have two new, unread messages in my DM. I click open, and there I am surprised with a picture of her in the mirror. She's blocking her face, with the phone, but a gleaming reflection of her body in a a mismatched set of bra and panties. Top pink, bottom, some random pattern, but the sexiest part... fuck the sexiest part was seeing the bra strap falling off of one of her shoulders, and though, the strap is such a thin piece of material... that idea of her shoulder bare in such a way turned me on. Underneath the picture was a message.

JaneDoe123: Sent a full body this time.

Fuck yeah she did. And she wasn't naked. She was in underwear, with all of her hair thrown to one side, and her face covered. I loved the way her breast squished together, between her arms, and how, I could tell she did that to make them look bigger than they were because they were small. But it wasn't that so much as it was watching that strap, hang down her bicep, and I could feel the fact that she was thinking about me.

JohnDoe121: What did I do to deserve this?

JaneDoe123: Just missed you.

JohnDoe121: Listen, I want to be as discreet as you, but every time we get together like this, you make it impossible for me to just keep this innocent. I want to meet up. Once. Just give me one chance. And we never have to talk about it again.

I waited for a response. It had been such a while since something so subtle, did what that picture did to me.

JaneDoe123: Fine. One meeting. Then after that... we can't meet again. It's wrong.

JohnDoe121: I know it's wrong. But it feels so right.

JaneDoe123: Cheesy bastard. Inserts slight giggle, and lip bite. Impressed by your ability to be cheesy and not turn me off.

JohnDoe121: I do what I can.

JaneDoe123: *smiles* So, when should we do this?

JohnDoe121: Wednesday

JaneDoe123: Absolutely not. It's Valentine's Day.

JohnDoe121: I guess it'll be a testament to how good we can manage to get away with it. But I want it to be a day you never forget.

JaneDoe123: I'm married. You can't just, take my husband's place on Valentine's Day.

JohnDoe121: But I want Valentine's Day. I refuse to share you on that day with him, when for three months now, it's me that makes you smile. Me that turns you on. Me that tells you what he can't.

I worried how that made her feel. I hoped it didn't push her away and out of our fantasy being blunt. But I had to lay it all out there, no matter the cost, no matter the fears we both sustained form marriages we couldn't be ourselves in.

And I wait.

JaneDoe123: Okay. Wednesday. Valentine's Day. Where should we meet?

JohnDoe121: Restaraunt?

JaneDoe123: Waste of time. We know what we want, so... why fuck around with bullshit logistics and details of the shit we do not need. Fuck the fake bullshit. No food. No flowers. No candy. Just, us. In a room. One night, and one night only. And we forget it ever happened because-

JohnDoe121: Okay. Good. Because I didn't want all that bullshit either. But, for the record if you fucking wanted it, I would've given it to you.

JaneDoe123: For the record, under different circumstances... I would've accepted it.

I smirk, because in a different life we could've been so much more. We could've been nothing bad, and everything, pure. And open to the things we so eagerly desire. Because she is a woman, I can be myself with, and I don't feel her side-eyeing me or breathing heavily in annoyance like my voice makes her sick.

And maybe she does these things, but over the computer, or phone direct messaging, I cannot tell.

JohnDoe121: I'm going to give you the details on Valentine's Day. Just follow directions.

JaneDoe123: Okay. But I still make the rules.

JohnDoe121: Deal! Grins like a giddy school boy.

JaneDoe123: So, what should I call you that day?

JohnDoe121: John.

JaneDoe123: Just John?

JohnDoe121: John the panty dropper.

JaneDoe123: Hahaa... well cheesy, John the panty dropper. I won't be wearing any.

JohnDoe121: Gulp. Sigh. You are perfect.

JaneDeo123: Devil horns growing, and cocky grin showing. You bring it out of Me.

That's all I really needed to hear. She felt like she had his unwritten confidence brought on by the the connection we shared. Me being apart of what was growing inside of this woman, fed my ego beyond the belief you'd have inside of you, to keep from feeling cocky. I wanted to forget about everything, and give it all up for her.

JohnDoe121: Bidding adieu Milady.

JaneDoe123: Til we meet again.

o Saint Valentine o

Bonnie's POV

In the whispering wind, we lose today's thoughts. Thou are transpired into fearless lovers, of the night, as we navigate the tethers of the heart's fruitful bond. Gravitational pull towards the chambers of servitude, as we're are slaves to our desperate needs.

That's how I feel right now. This somehow feels wrong, but as they say, I don't want to be right. I leave my house today without any words from or to my husband. I saw no flowers or chocolates on the counter. Though I'm not big on this day, a teddy bear might have been nice. But I digress, because, I can't hope for a missing piece to a puzzle that no longer exists. Sometimes I would sit and get lost in thoughts in the past about my husband's and my relationship. That unbreakable bond has been broken. Two lovers with basic communications skills now, leveled out at god awful words and departures of the mental.

But now, I found a depth to something I want to nurture. How wrong am I? I know what you're thinking. Whatever he did can't be that bad. Whatever you went through isn't worth the cheating even if only mental, on your husband. But I'll tell you what happened. We fell out of love. Love is the glue that binds us. When we start to rip at the seams, the choices we make are dependent on the strength and courage we have to fall back into a cycle of viciousness.

They tell you, when you marry, the unconditional build between two people that occurs when vows and rings are exchanged. What they do not tell you is how false advertised marriage is. The grossly negligent feelings and emotions that go unresolved. The undermining of the other person's needs as we navigate the cycle of love to find ourselves, as we sink further and further in the dark hole of loneliness. And maybe, it's what helps us to grow. Feeling alone when we are not. Or possibly realizing we are not alone by default, but by choice.

In the darkest of hours, I have realized that the best thing for me to do, is to back away from all of the normalcy. Take a step away from the feeling and the person who we committed to and think of what we may want and take it. Take it, instead of raping them of their desires and needs, and allowing our own to manifest into the monster of greed once in a while. Maybe if we discover the balance of give and take, we find the truest form of happiness. And at the center of it, it is both selfishness and selflessness.

Maybe I'm rambling and you have no idea what I am saying. But if you have ever been in love, and I mean truly in love, and hurt by love, and affected to your core by loves betrayal, and the idea that is wasn't what they told you in fairytales, then I promise you, you know exactly what my words mean. Let them penetrate your brain, and fill you where your empty. Heal you where your hurt. Sing to your unsung. Hug your fevered loneliness, and marinate on this one sentence I'm about tell you.

Love can be selfish from time to time. And that's okay.

When we are givers, natural givers, we tend to be the person who willingly continues to give, until we have no more to give. At times, we become the person, who, realizes that, takers will always take, and givers will always give, and until we put our foot down, we won't be seen as equals. I put my foot down, and today I am meeting a man I have never before seen in person. A man whom plays by my rules, because I told him, if he didn't play he wouldn't have a chance with me.

And I sit here in this hotel lobby until exactly five minutes before eight. I will walk to the concierge and give them the name for the room that awaits me, and I will be there waiting for nearly thirty minutes anticipating this encounter.

And I will give my body willingly to a virtual stranger, because, I'm ready to let my body be shared again. I haven't been able to share it since the pain of everything that has happened to me. But okay, I'm ready to feel love again. Or at least a form of it. At least the openness and willingness to trust the process and allow myself to, give again.

...

I sit and wait, sit and wait

He leads me like a wilted flower to water.

Green grass grown where weeds once invaded.

I prosper into the chance of growth,

Realizing there's no guarantees.

Ten flights up, twenty five rooms down

We meet secretly, in my garden of deceit.

And also, call me Eve.

Because today, I'm the first woman to exist.

And if you come into my garden,

I will feed you plenty.

But what you give is what you receive,

That apple is possibly trickery.

Plenty of care, and nurture, I will assure you

I feed you the fruit that the soul will need.

But do not break the word we share

My tongues words only to abide by, here.

For, if this meeting is undoing of thee,

Let me forgot the ties we've bound.

Slaves to the perpetual greed,

Give me everything today, or leave me be.

... Feel ...

I sit on the edge of the bed as the doorknob turns an pushes open. He doesn't even realize I'm waiting without my clothes except for my panties and bra. I've bare it all, waiting his arrival. This man is a virtual stranger to me. The rules are, there are no rules, except one.

Rule : Fully raw in your emotions, feel the most feeling you've ever felt. Feel the feeling I give you, and feel me with your hands until, you fill yourself up with me.

"Don't talk before your naked, and don't look at me until you are unclothed." I said without looking at him. I hear him subtly remove everything. He doesn't rush, he savors the entire feeling of my back to him, while he undresses.

As he finishes up, I brace myself for the reckless moment I'm living in.

"I'm fully naked. And I don't fucking care that you are still wearing the very bra and panties from four days ago. The mismatched set from the photo. And now I see the pattern. It's, lace. You look like a chocolate milkshake. With sprinkles."

"I didn't get special cliche lingerie. This day is not about money spent." I still say with my back to him. "But when I did laundry yesterday I thought the sudden nuance would be ironically, understated."

"Indeed. Turn around let me see you."

"No. Wait, I'm..."

"Nervous to see me naked. You haven't seen a man naked since... last year?"

"Stop fact checking me." My back stays to him, but he reaches his cold hands against my shoulder giving me chills up my spine. "Holy shit. John... you're breaching verbal contractual agreements. You don't touch until I say so!"

"I apologize. Can you please turn to me?"

"If I turn don't get me some long extended eye contact, I don't want you trying to read me."

"Fine. I won't. But let me see your face. I'm dying here, and you... are my water."

My entire chest collapsed. Maybe, it didn't seem like the words that would make a woman melt, but surely they had me from "dying." I grab my chest, and take a deep, breath. As I stand from the bed, and turn towards him, he is utterly beautiful, and raw. Broken, and a mess in the head. But, he's perfectly, adorable. Raven toned hair, with iced out eyes, and rose color for lips. "Hello, John."

"Jane."

"No. Don't call me Jane."

"What?" His shock had him baffled.

"No. I never agreed to you calling me Jane. Jane is not my name. My name is Bonnie."

"You're breaking the rules, and using you're real name?"

"Yes. Because, when you make love to me, you should understand, that I am a married woman, and as you penetrate me, and remember what those words mean, I want you to take them seriously. I am giving my body to you. Something I haven't been able to do for him in a while. And because of this, beautiful gift I'm bestowing upon you, I want you for treat it, as if... you may only ever touch it once."

"If once, is all I get, then I will die a happy man."

"God, you really are cheesy, aren't you?" I say as a tear puddles in my eye, because his sincerity is stabbing me in the chest. I giggle a bit, and then, reach my hands behind my back, to unfasten the bra. "This is my favorite bra. It's not special, but it's the bra that I bought, with the Vitoria secrets gift card I was given by my husband because he had no idea how to shop for me. It was a gift card from Christmas, maybe I don't remember. I'm almost positive, he had his assistant get it for me. I doubt he realizes he got it for me." John rolled his eyes at the comment and I laughed. "Sorry I've mentioned him. I can't help it. And these panties... make my butt look great."

"Can I take them off?"

"Okay." I softly whisper.

He walks to me and this is the closest I've been to a man in a long time. I smell his skin, and see his pores, while he stares me directly in the face, unblinking and removes my panties. I refuse to look him in the eye, because if I do I might see all the faults, I want to avoid right now.

"John, am I different than you expected."

"Better."

"How?"

"Because, I never expected my dreams to come true."

"Oh my god. Stop, why are you ruining this, with your cheesiness?" I yell.

He stopped and stare at me as if I was crazy, and bit his lip in fury.

"What do you want from me? I'm doing everything you said. Abiding by your rules. So, what if I get a little, cheesy, I mean everything I say."

"No, no one means cheesy shit like that. It's just... it's not believable."

"Let me tell you something," he grabbed me by the shoulders with anger in his grasp. "You have any idea what it feels like when the woman you vowed to always protect looks at you like monster? Do you know how it feels to want someone so bad every single day, and not being able to have them even if they are right in front of you? No, you don't because, your spouse didn't look at you one day and decide the best thing for them was anything that didn't involve you. I wait for my wife every single night, to say goodnight, and kiss me. She doesn't. She refuses to look me in the eye. Much like you're doing right now. And somehow I hurt her, and I don't know how, because she became so cold to me. And I yearn for the looks she used to give me, and the words she used to fill my ears with, even if I called it nagging, because at the end of the day I'd rather live with her nagging, than her silence. I miss everything my wife once gave me, and I just want it all back. Everything. Because, nothing, and I mean nothing in this world matters without her."

I was stunned.

I was shocked.

To bring up such a thing at a time like this, was kind of cold of him. Bizarre and unfair. But as I saw the pain in his eyes, much like the pain in mine, his vulnerability was so welcomed and refreshing. I wanted it, all of it, I needed to feed off of it, and own it. I wanted to claim that vulnerability as my reasoning for giving this man my body, because he needs it. My nourishment, my acceptance, my willingness to... look at him, in the eyes... well, maybe.

"I'm sorry." I say regretfully.

I wanted to cry, but, he wouldn't let me. He grabbed me by my face, and pushed his tongue in my mouth. His hands held my face, while I felt thrown off. I pushed him away, and off of me, and he glared. God, I've seen that glare before. It's so, angry, but so... hungry. I pulled him back into me, and replaced his efforts with my own.

I was now naked he was naked. And my body was slowly waking up to his. He felt so cold pressed against my heat, but his cold was so... beautiful. I felt I'm grow immediately and I got that feeling of deeply hungered greed. I lifted my leg up to his waist, and he lifted me, carrying me back to the bed. "I love your blue eyes."

"Then look at me."

"No." His mouth drew to my neck and I felt him send chills all over. His teeth, hungered for me, is tongue savored the flavor of the salt of my skin. He was kind of aggressive, and I wanted this exactly. For him to feel everything. We clasped hands and kissed, a lot. My husband and I never kissed this much. Not since we dated. But John, was kissing me, like a lost teenager, feeding on me. "Yes. This... more of this."

He put his hands all over my body and I wanted to cry, as he held my flesh inside of his palms. This was a form of cheating. This type of cheating, didn't even feel bad though, and that's where the emotions come from. Me feeling awful for ignoring my past and living in this moment.

"I'm greedy. I'm so greedy for you. But it's not because, I don't want to give anything, it's because you feel so untouchable."

"Touch me, everywhere. Please." Through heavy panting and breathing, my hands held every part of the backside of his body, until I reached his head, and I held it to my neck, feeling the way he ravaged me. "I want you... to give it all to me." I whisper in his ear before I nibble it.

It drove him pretty crazy, the way I nibbled his ear. I know this, because at the moment, he moved so rapidly inside of me, he forgot it had been a while since I'd had sex, and he sunk himself inside of me. "FUCK." He held himself there without moving, and I exhaled trying to catch my breath. Once he started moving again, I gripped his shoulders. The ride he took me on was bitter sweet, as my guilt came and left in flashes. He sweat out his own guilt and anger, and it was buried like residue under my nails.

He got rougher and rougher, and I wasn't used to this. Not from a stranger. He stole all of the old memories I'd had of making love, and he changed every view I had of what it meant to connect to someone. His hips were powerful, but I was stronger, because I held all of the emotions he had inside of my palms.

I wanted to speak. I was normally a talker. But I couldn't, because he made it hard to catch my breath. I tapped his shoulders to get his attention, but he pinned my arms down. "Remember you said, everything? You wanted everything." He reminded me.

"If you don't stop I'm gonna cum." I yelled.

"Good. I want to give you what he couldn't. I'm gonna, FUCK the whole past year of your lifeless marriage out of you." He went at it harder and harder, and my body started to slide backwards off the bed, and when my head fell back, he put his mouth on my neck and took everything out of me, hearing me scream.

"John. Oh Fuck." He pushed to the point, I used my legs to grip the backs of his legs, to hold his body.

We went at it for a few minutes this way before he looks me in the face as his body is tipping mine, and says, "Look me in the eyes."

How could he pull me out of this moment with this bullshit?

"John! No."

"Listen to me, I'm all about your rules. I'd give you my last got damn breath if you needed it. But you, need to look me in the eyes. Give me that much please." He demanded dragging my body back onto the center of the bed and holds my hands down, keeping himself from pushing into me, until I give him that last thing I haven't been able to give a man in over a year. The the last bit of intimacy I stole from my husband and kept to myself. Now this man, is forcing it out of me. He gripped my hands harder when I tried to fight him.

I say nothing.

"Please. I'll beg. I'll fucking beg for it. Is that what you want? You want to see me grovel? I will fucking grovel. I will... for you."

"Don't make me emotional, we agreed to keep this strictly sexual, and non-commital. So, don't make me regret-"

"Baby, look at me! Please. I love you. I fucking love you. And, as long, as you let me love, you, I promise, I will be who you need. But don't keep yourself from me anymore. Two years, Bonnie. Two got damned years? I'm your husband." He said with soft sad eyes. "Look me in the eyes, and let me make love to you, the way, you deserve. I surrender. I give in. You win. I'm sorry baby. I'm so fucking sorry. For everything. But, I am not willing to exist in my world without you. Not for another second. Please... baby, look me in the eyes." He pleaded unwilling to let me out of this moment.

But I knew what it meant. I knew, that looking him in the eyes, meant I had to face all of it, everything, that we'd been through and all that I was afraid to see when I saw him, everyday. It was so much easier to not look in those blue eyes, and see how much our marriage was hurting. It was so hard for me to acknowledge the unspoken pain. And I couldn't bare to feel it anymore.

So, I looked him in the eyes, and he... was so flawed, and it was okay. He was crying, and it hurt like hell to watch him open me up that way, and make me feel all of the things we went through. While we lived in the same house for over a year and didn't talk to one another. We even barely spoke hellos and goodbyes. It felt so painful to be pulled apart from the very man I called best friend and vowed to cherish and love, in sickness and in health. For richer or poorer. Until death parts us.

We were virtual strangers, and all we had was communication through our devices. It was his idea. Three months ago. He said, he wanted to see if we could... communicate that, way. And it just turned into this wild, imaginary life, that we both lead. Pretending to be two people, who we weren't. Or maybe we were. And for three months I was Jane Doe 123 and he was John Doe 121 and these characters were who we wanted so bad to be, but we're both in too much pain to face each other, so... we literally escaped our own realities. And now, here we are.

I looked him in those blue crystalline eyes, and it was unfair, because as he re-entered my body, I felt like I was letting go of all of the pinned up anger, and stress. I felt my body relaxing, and he never took his eyes off me.

Thrust after thrust, he held my eyes with his own, and we made love for the first time in over a year. It didn't last very long, the first time. But, it was so pure, and raw, and it... "Yes, yes." I felt this ache being soothed. "I need you. I do. You feel so good. Don't stop. Please." I pause, when I feel him, hit a spot, I couldn't handle. "Yes... hmmm, fuuuu... mfph." I couldn't breathe. He was taking it all in one fell swoop. "I love you, so much." I could've cried from how good it felt to feel him inside of me again.

He just watched me, and smiled, and kissed me, closing his eyes, while I gravitated into his grasp, and let him, have me again. The second time we made love, was slower and more evenly paced. We took turns controlling everything, and it was very sweet. His touches, his kisses, his, words. He flipped me onto my stomach, and and repeated the naughtiest, most graphic things into my ear, and I accepted every dirty, rotten, word.

This Valentine's Day, Love really did conquer. Everything wouldn't go back to normal over night, but tonight... we have tonight.

I'm not sure what this means for our marriage, but... it's just one step closer in the right direction.

... Damon's POV ...

I lay with her on the bed a while. Pushed her hair out of her face and stare at her. It felt like forever since she'd let me. We've done so much verbal assaulting, and held back so much actual emotional connections. It felt good to have her in my arms. "I don't want to go home, and act like strangers again."

"Neither do I."

"You think we can get back to where we were before, we started trying to conceive?"

"I don't know. I think it takes work."

"I'm willing to work. I'm willing to do whatever it takes. You are my best friend, baby. You are the one, that completes me. The last year was awful without having my wife, be my wife."

"Damon, I need you to understand, that we have to be equals. This was... beautiful and all. But-"

"I know. It was sex. And we need to work on more than that. But, what I need you to understand, is I'm ready for us to work on it and become stronger than before."

"You hurt me. I hurt you. But at the end of the day... we have to come together, if we really love each other."

And that began a long awaited talk between me and my wife. She was the person who pulled away from me, and now I realize why. I was so focussed on work and avoiding the issues at home, she felt neglected. Especially after the miscarriages. I could've done better. I should've done better.

"For the record, I got the Victoria secret card. Not my assistant. I'd never have someone else shop for you. And it wasn't a special occasion. It was because you kept saying, when you were on the phone with Caroline, that you two needed to go to Victoria Secret. Trust me, I know not to get you a gift card for special occasions. I guess it was my "just because" ice breaker. And Jane always spoke about how much she loved VS."

We both giggled.

"You like Jane, don't you?"

"She's, very sexy. I do like her, she's honest with me, and I like to hear her speak. Even when you felt like I didn't like to hear you speak. I did, I just... never had the right things to say in return."

"It's okay, I learned how cheesy John can be. And, he kind of... says all the right things."

We stare at each other, and it felt like the first time seeing each other. It felt like, we went from strangers to best friends again.

"I love mismatching bra and underwear by the way. Matching sets are a little pretentious sometimes. A little too, planned. Mismatched is more spontaneous. Plus, it's all I could think to do for you, that you'd accept from me."

"It was the thought that counted. And I loved it. Even if I never said it. Thank you."

"Bon Bon, I'm sorry, for not being better about our losses, and pain. But I need you to know, that I love you. Truly, madly, deeply. For today, tomorrow and forever."

"I love you too. For as long as I can stand to learn how to love you, John the panty dropper." We both laugh at that one. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day." I kissed her forehead and pulled her in tighter to me on that bed. It felt so good, to hold her in my arms again. And I fell asleep loving her, better than I ever did, from that day forward. And as they say, when you give a woman what she needs, you have nothing to worry about, because she will give you the life you always wanted.

We'll see about that.

JohnDoe121: Smiles, nods, and holds her til both of our eyes close.

JohnDoe121: logged out

I know this was slightly dark, with some sad undertones, some slightly kinky, slightly unconventionally romance, but it had different elements of relationships. Imperfect ones, come with millions of different stories. I hope it wasn't confusing and that you liked enjoyed it.

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