Charlie

The kiss, in a way, felt like every other kiss I had ever shared with him; filled with doubt that I was in evermore-dangerous waters. But it was also entwined with an undeniable raging passion that urged my tongue against his, made me wrap my lips ever closer to his. The reality of possibly loosing him was more than evident in my kiss. It hadn't even been months and yet the desperation to feel the flick of his tongue and touch of his lips was burning inside of me. However, no matter how furiously he kissed my mouth back, I realise now, that the desire I feel for him may never be solved, never satisfied. It's that powerful, that uncontrollable.

I press the back of my hand against my wet lips, dabbing him away as I walk out of the restaurant and realise this. I flick my eyes up to scan the prevalent area as I left him and Heath behind. I'm shaking; I can feel how much I want him in every tremble, and it only reassures me of how much I need him. The passion, it's infuriating. But it's also what drives me right back into his tight, strong arms every time I doubt my feelings towards him enough to walk away. Heath was only delaying the inevitable. It's as if nothing in this bay, in our worlds – not knives, brothers nor secrets - can stop it…us from happening anymore. I've never felt more out of control over something so real.

Brax

As soon as Heath turns his back, I run the tip of my tongue against my lips, taking in the last of Charlie's physical lapse towards me, that lingers on mine still. Heath looks back towards me shaking his head, in disbelief, anger…and I look perhaps too longingly at the window. I try and look brazen, unscathed by the event. But to be honest, I didn't need this confrontation, not now. My mind, my whole body was completely taken by the one woman who had walked so easily out of this room. Even Heath, despite how much I tried to hide it, could see in my eyes what Charlie hadn't looked back to see: I want you back too.

I should have taken her into the back room when she arrived. I knew what she was here for. I knew what she wanted to discuss. I can see her bright eyes, even now, hear the quiver in her voice. And instantly I can taste her on my lips. Longing. An emotion we all love to hate, right.

Charlie

"Where's Ruby." He asks urgently, pushing himself through the doorway.

"Why?" I look round to him, searching his eyes for details. But as I stare at him, I am unusually calmed by his glare. I swallow all my doubt, more nervous now than I was when I confronted him not an hour ago. Instantly, I know why he is here. I push the door closed, feel the click of the lock. I step forward, my gaze dropping from his flickering eyes to the floor, and I swallow hard. He takes my hands in his, his large warm fingers covering and caressing mine with ease. He calms me, right there. I move even closer. I can hear, feel his hot nervous breath. I lift my head, the tip of his nose brushes my forehead gently. And before I can guide us together, his mouth embraces mine, covering my lips completely, swallowing me whole in a passionate tight grip. We break apart seconds later only to crash back together, his tongue surging forward in my mouth searching for…what? Reconciliation? Forgiveness? Or just lost time.

I give into him, standing up against his body, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding his head in my hands as he maneuvers to the left to slide deeper inside me. I sigh softly and he groans as the kiss breaks into a stiff embrace. His strength, his lust lifts me off the ground slightly. I can feel his mouth open against my neck. I can feel the heat in his hands seeping through my top.

"I mean it." he whispers at first. "I love you…"

Brax

Initially, she doesn't move in my grip after I admit what we have both know for so long now. I pause. I feel ridiculous for a moment. Self-doubt. Eventually, her long arms tighten around me in response, another gentle sigh from her lips as she relaxes into my body more. Unable to get any closer, and urgency only continuing to build, in a flurry I lift her off the floor completely, and sweep her quickly out of the kitchen and towards her room. She bends her head into my shoulder, and the smell of her hair sweeps through me like fresh air. I put her down for a second, our indifferent bodies stumbling over each other a little. I steal a kiss. It's brief and innocent. I reach in again, catching her off guard, and lock my lips against hers. She is breathless when I finally let her go this time. I wait to catch her eye, and she shyly looks up at me. Her hands finger my shirt, creeping upwards, as if deciding where to pause. Our eyes remain locked. Her fingers slide against my pecks and gradually peel back the corners so that her skin momentarily graces mine. She closes her hands around my neck and I feel my pulse quicken in her palms.

This time she draws me in for a deep dark kiss. Like in the restaurant, her tongue slides in first. I have to swallow a groan. I pull her waist against my tight trousers, I feel her grin through her kiss. Back where she belongs? I pull her tighter against me, and her tongue sinks further into my mouth. Back where she belongs.

Charlie

With one swift movement, he sinks his hands down each side of the waist band of my pants. He pushes his palms round, holds my buttock in his hands, and pulls me roughly against his hardening pants again. "Brax." I gasp into his mouth. He takes hold of my moment of weakness, and pushes his tongue through his lips. I swallow against him deeply. I begin to tear with my hands at his shirt. He's stronger though, and carries me into my room. I climb up around his waist, my legs wrapped around his back. He closes the door behind us. I tug my top over my head with a groan. Brax helping. "Brax." I whisper again. He lies me gently on the bed and stands up over me to pull off his shirt, staring at me with watery grey eyes and an urgency that matched the one I felt deep inside me now.

I had forgotten. In this moment of unadulterated passion, desperate for our connection to be remade here, now, I had forgotten. I push myself up with my arms, and break our gaze. He stands over me still, even as I reach out with my hand and gently caress his raw scar with my finger tips. He's a man, he doesn't flinch. But the wound burns my fingers. I lean in and kiss with my lips the defining moment that changed everything for me.

Brax

She could heal me. I tingle beneath her kiss.

I hold her shoulders lightly in my hands as she moves away from the stab wound, and looks up at me with a look that could break me. I guide her back, and I slowly follow. I lie over her, brushing the hair from her face with big clumsy hands, and kiss her over and over again. Her hands stroke my back. And we lie here for a moment; her small body breathing beneath mine. As if conserving energy. Gradually I move down, leaving the trail of kisses on her neck glistening as I fall between her breasts and trace a line down her stomach. Her fingers glide through my hair as I work down one arm, relieving the strap. Then the other. But she pushes me, as if unsatisfied, and rolls over me unhooking the bra herself. She straddles my waist, sitting up and the bra falls away. She watches me, watching her. She smiles, and rolls her eyes. She unbuttons my pants and I smile back.

Charlie

As I unbutton him, eager to feel a thinner layer of fabric between us, his hands spread against and hold my thighs. He slides them up to my pelvis, and with wild expertise, his thumbs flick underneath my panties. I am suddenly frozen to the spot. With synchronicity, he draws circles with his thumbs against me, watching me with wide eyes as his thumb movements widen until he breaches my lips and slides slowly up and down my moist skin. Unwilling to let him see for a moment, I bow my head in ecstasy, with a smile. "Like that." He asks, simply. I hear the smile of achievement on his lips. I don't gratify him with an answer. He pushes harder with one thumb and slides ever so briefly inside me. I can't help but groan, rolling my neck round and then quickly lie down over him, his hands forced to abandon their delightful post. I graze his lips lightly with my tongue.

"Take them off." I mutter against his lips. He obliges and uses his hands so that his jeans drop to the floor. I settle myself over him, rocking my body from side to side. Our underwear is our only barrier of safety for now. I can feel the heat of my body oozing through the fabric. I slide my hand down the front of his boxers and close my fist around his hard length. He squints in a familiar fashion. Something I realise only now I have missed. I smile broadly and continue.

Brax

I can't have this. And with one swift motion I roll Charlie onto her back. I sit up, tall between her legs and bend them into place. I smooth my hands down her tanned thighs and this time reach for the waistband, drawing her underwear off. I expose her body to my eyes and feel my own body respond by hardening between my legs. I remove my boxers. I open her legs wider and watch as I slide fingers into her wet opening. She arches her back, as if in agony. But I know that look of lust. I know that groan of ecstasy. I steady her with a reassuring hand on her stomach, which she grabs with her own immediately, and threads our fingers together. I push deeper inside of her again and swear I hear her groan my name again. But I am in a world of my own here and I lean down to taste her in my mouth. Her round clit hardens against my tongue, as I work to remind her why we work, why I have this gravitational pull towards her.

Her breathing has grown heavy, her legs tense every few seconds when she contracts against my fingers. I suck hard against her. She groans and tugs on my arm. Eventually I lean up, kiss her neck and then her mouth. I push into her body with two fingers, eager to keep the momentum going. She pants against my lips reaching to hold my cock in her hands. I lean up so she can.

Charlie

I massage his long length between my fingers. He's pulsing in my palm. I run the tip of my thumb around and over his sensitive tip. I sense his pain, his frustration. With what little energy I have in me, I force Brax to roll to his side and I slide down. I release him from my grip only long enough to cover the tip with my mouth and gently flick my tongue back and forth. He grows harder beneath my touch. I only grow more determined. I can feel his fingers getting tangled in my hair, his breath becoming more uneven as it escapes his lips. I slide more of him into my mouth and only now begin to suck against his hot skin. I use my tongue to tease him, alternating my patterns, my pace. One of his hands tenses on the back of my neck, his fingers gripping me ready to pull me away if he looses himself completely.

I push one of his legs back with my hand, and sink lower. I massage his balls with my other hand, finding the tense spot that if we were standing would have made his knees weak by now. The flexed knee slides down in response. I pursue my goal and swallow harder. His hand tightens into a fist full of my hair.

Brax

I pull her to me, however roughly. Without the niceties present before, she's on her back and I force my heavy torso on hers. She moans repetitively as my fingers work her, our bodies rising and falling together as we pant in unison, locked in this frenzy of heat that just emerged. I guide my body between her legs, holding her tiny waist in my hands, naturally careful not to crush her petite figure. I look up briefly, catching her eye that waits for me to lock our look together. We don't smile or breathe, there's no acknowledgement. That's not what this is. Usually it's a look that grabs us and binds us, right in that moment. Today is remembrance, and today I pause for a second longer before I thrust into her.

I collapse down into her chest, her tight walls inviting me deeper. I rock my hips, burrowing further. She stiffens beneath me, adjusting to my weight, my size, the movement of our bodies together. We quickly become entwined, her arms around me, mine under her shoulders, lifting her slightly so she can move with me. Her voice catches in her throat when I move between her legs. She places her feet against my tightened calves. Her hands dig into my buttocks, her way of regaining some control.

Charlie

I hadn't forgotten this. In fact, this is exactly what I had craved since. Perhaps it was the desperation to feel his hard cock inside again that had driven me to doubt that the desire I felt was real and not merely physical. It was this pure craving, so human and now, in his grasp, so unaltered, that I had hidden the fact that I hadn't experienced it before Brax. Totally lost in the realization that physical attraction was not a crime but an undeniable factor that led him and I to the point of unmentionable love, I urge him deeper, widening my legs, holding him tighter.

He works almost against me to bring me closer to the edge. He slips a hand between us and massages between my legs, searching for the one place he knows will bring me teetering to an early end. I gasp as he finds it and settles immediately.

Brax

I love that I know her. This woman. This beautiful woman. I coax her with my fingers, pounding deeper. She moans again. I push on harder. Her body contracts against mine so tightly that a wave of lust envelopes me and I loose rhythm for a second. I change my position slightly, leaning upwards. But she manages to pull me deeper from here, her opening tenses suddenly and I groan again. I wrap her up in my arms, burying my face against her shoulder, breathing in, smothering myself with her skin. I can feel myself getting lost in her ocean that floods my every sense. I reach between our bodies again and slowly find her clit. I rub her gently this time.

"Mm-m." she arches her back. I continue. "Mm-mh." I swallow a deep breath. I lift my head and begin to rock my hips more. I watch the frown in her face crease, her eyes closed tight, as I quicken my pace. Her lips, moist are irresistible and I touch them with mine. My open mouth lingers, exhausted, panting, against hers. Her tongue flicks out briefly to greet me. I thrust meaningfully once. She arches her back and I slide a hand into the small of her back. I hold her back in it's arch. I thrust again.

Charlie

He manages to fill every space. He swarms in my, around me…in my head, in my mouth. I can feel and taste him. I close my eyes tighter, wishing to stay in this agony forever, in a way. He thrusts again and I fling my arms around his waist. My hands fall limp over him, almost spent. Almost. He thrusts again, this time groaning. He seems bigger, stronger, somehow. His fingers trace and tap my body rhythmically against his pounds. I tighten around him once more and then in an impassioned moment I loose myself completely. I clamp his mouth in mine as I contract around him. Everything from the waist down tenses in spurts. I moan more, as he arches my back with his one hand and I feel him explode within me. He groans with a single thrust. I lift my knees slightly as I prolong this moment, my body still shivering in his grasp, his still bursting between my legs.

His fingers still stroke me. He lips begin to kiss me again. He slides away from me, but I tighten my legs around him. I hold him in my lock. I swallow and breathe again. My face is burning. I can feel the sweat on his forehead as he leans his against mine and opens his eyes against me. I smile, and I know he sees me beneath the fog and delight.

Brax

Her lips are almost sweeter now. And I bury myself in them, wanting to be deeper again. She's so warm, and I could stay here for the rest of today and then some. I nuzzle her nose with mine and she kisses me back. She closes her eyes, lost in an ecstasy driven daze. "I missed this. You." She says, the second I let my eyes drift closed, as if she knew. Still above her, lying on her, I sigh, a long worn out sigh. "I know." I answer, both of us hearing more than the two words I could manage.

Eventually, I slide one hand over one of her smooth shoulders, with a kiss, and one under and turn us into bed. Like a child desperate to be close, Charlie crawls into my torso. I watch with acceptance as she does, wrapping her into my chest. She slides her legs between mine. I enclose mine around hers. Her eyes closed, she wriggles deeper against me still. I kiss her forehead, tuck her head under my chin and bury my mouth into her hair line. I pull a blanket over us. Her fingers slide between mine as she pulls it up to her shoulders. And I hold her as our breathing steadies, as our bodies cool and our heat subsides, for a moment at least…

Charlie

And he holds me, so close, so tight, as if we will stay here until…