Waking Up in Vegas

Chapter: 9

Rating: PG-13

The snow continued to fall in the distance giving the entire outside a white glow. The electric was still out, but the apartment was warm thanks to the wood stove. Mary and Lou were still engaging in a series of kisses that were leaving them both breathless and senseless. It was as though they were making up for lost time.

Lou was the first one to pull back, struggling to regain his composure. "I think we should slow down." he said. "I don't want to move too fast."

"Something tells me we're going to be here for a while."

His lips brushed against hers. "Then there's no reason to rush."

"Who knew that a small blizzard could be a good thing." she said. "You certainly have a way with timing."

"I don't think it's so much timing as it is fate." he said. "I'm really starting to believe that everything happens for a reason."

"Sensible, levelheaded, factual Lou Grant believes in fate?" she laughed. "My, my you have come a long way."

"I'm learning to be more open minded."

Mary leaned in to kiss him again. "I have to admit it is a rather romantic setting." she said. "You can't go wrong with candlelight and a warm fire."

"I don't think the setting is quite complete." he said. "We need to sit in front of the fire with a bottle of wine."

"You're just in luck because I happen to have a bottle."

"Why don't you grab the wine and a couple of glass." he suggested. "I'll set up a cozy place by the fire."

"You are a romantic." she smiled. "I knew I married you for a reason."

"And here I thought you married me for my charm."

"That too." she said, getting up and heading for the kitchen. "Among other things."

Lou picked up the rocking chair and sat it up on the landing. He put down some blankets and pillows on the floor in front of the fire. He had learnt a long time ago that romance wasn't something that could be planned out, but some staging sure didn't hurt. Mary returned from the kitchen with two glasses of wine.

She handed him a glass. "You work fast."

Lou took a sip of wine. "Well, I can be very efficient."

"I thought maybe you had something in mind." she said, sitting down beside him. "Because I was just told that we shouldn't rush, we should take our time."

"I meant we should take our time making love, not the pace of our relationship." he told her. "I don't think it's something that should be rushed, do you?"

"No, not at all." she took a sip of wine. "We're those your intentions?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

Mary smiled. "I've missed you." she sat her glass of wine up on the bricks. "I didn't realize how much I had fallen for you until you weren't there. I mean I knew I liked you, I just wasn't sure how much." she joked.

"Fallen for me?" he smiled. "Head over heels? That kind of fallen for me?"

"Yes." she replied. "I would say that I'm probably head over heels in love with you."

He was absolutely captivated by her. "Just probably?"

"Well, I may be truly, madly, deeply, passionately in love with you,." she said. "But we'll have to wait and see."

"Depends, huh?" he sighed. "How do we test your theory?"

Mary leaned into him."Test it? You mean like this?" his lips parted slightly in anticipation and she used it to her advantage. Her tongue danced over his, engaging him in the most breathtakingly erotic kiss that seemed to go on forever. Ever so slowly she pulled back. "Oh, yeah, I'm truly, madly, deeply, passionately in love with you. No doubt about it."

"You do have it bad." he smiled. "In fact I would say almost as bad as me."

"Almost?" she leaned in to kiss him again but he pulled back. "What's wrong?"

"I want you, you have no idea how much." he put a little more distance between them. "I really think we need to talk first, I think we need to sort some more things out."

"You're right." she agreed. "I want us to do things right."

"So do I." he agreed. "I don't want there to be any unanswered questions between us. When I make love to you I want you to know how I feel about you. I don't want you to ever doubt how much I love you because I've never felt this way about anyone in my entire life."

"I know that you were scared before." she said. "I just really wish you would have talked to me about it instead of pushing me away. You now I've never felt this way about anyone either. That's why I think it's important that we're really open and honest with each other."

"I think so too, I think what we have is rare." he agreed. "Some people look for what we have their entire lives and never find it. I guess the thought of losing you scared me more than being with you. I felt worse this last month without you than I did during my divorce. And I realize that everything isn't always going to be sunshine and roses, but it's always going to be worth fighting for."

Mary smiled. "You have no idea how happy I am." she said. "I know that the past month has been difficult but I really think it made us realize what we have."

"You were worth the wait." he pulled her closer to him. "You'll always be worth the wait."

"I love how you know all the right things to say." she said. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

"Excellent taste, I suppose." he replied. "Especially in husbands."

"You know I rather like being Mrs. Lou Grant."

Lou smiled. "Well, I think we can work something out."

"You think so?" she questioned with a smile.

His mouth covered hers with great promise of passion. "Oh, I know so."

The space between them disappeared. His clothed body was hot against hers. And as he pressed himself against her it became even hotter still. They were suffocating in a sea of lusting misery, of agonizing want, and desperate need.

Their mouths danced together rather slowly at first and then as time passed the kiss grew more and more heated. Mouths openings wider, nipping of the lips, and then the inevitable loss of air that left them practically panting. Clothes were shed ever so slowly, taking their time just as he had promised her.

Her mouth plundered his sweetly, savagely, and seductively. Their lovemaking would no doubt be a passionate union, but how passionate they had no idea. Their mouths collided together teasing and tasting and tangling as their bodies moved together in failing attempts to satisfy their insatiable needs. The echoed sound of passion filled the room, growing louder and louder until there was complete silence. Nothing was more beautiful than that moment.

The morning sun was slowly making its way in through the darkened apartment. The fire was beginning to burn out and a coolness started to fill the room. They were wrapped up in each other, just as they were when they had fallen asleep hours before. Lou reluctantly left her side and ventured into the hall for more firewood. He tossed a few pieces into the stove and settled back down beside her.

Mary began to stir and Lou pulled her closer to him. "Cold?"

"Not anymore." she laid her head on his chest. "Are we out of firewood?"

"Almost." he said. "We may have to come up with other methods to stay warm."

She shifted in his arms, looking up at him. "Now that you mention it, it is getting pretty chilly in here."

Lou leaned down and gently kissed her. "I guess we'll just have to start breaking the furniture down and start burning it to stay warm."

"Yeah?" she asked. "Well my idea was much more fun than that."

"Really? Does it go something like this?" he kissed her again.

"It certainly starts that way."

"I think I like your idea better." he said, rolling her over onto her back and covering her body was his own. His mouth covered hers. "I hope you don't mind if I improvise a bit."

"Not at all." she wrapped her arms around his neck and in the process her elbow bumped the coffee table sending the annulment papers flying to the ground. "Well I think I know the first thing you can burn."

Lou pushed the papers out of the way with his hand. "I'll get to those later." he said. "I think making love to my wife is much more important than burning scrap paper."

-Finished

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