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Hey guys I'm back again! Yes I'm not dead haha. Is anyone still reading this thing? Anyway, I owe you guys the biggest apology for such a late update, especially since I left you on such a cruel cliffhanger! Truth was ever since the finale I lost a lot of inspiration and love for convict, but suddenly tumblr and spams of Madeleine Stowe restored that so with a boost of inspiration, I got this up! Also I recently transferred unis and have all of these assessments and it's been stressful. Plus, I had some own personal issues that I had to deal with and still am, and it's taken up my time. Anyway, thanks for understanding guys and for keeping to this fic, it means a lot!

It's been ages since I've last written anything so my writing's pretty rusty. Actually I'm disappointed with it, but I did the best I could. I struggled with making this stuff sound nice though and make it flow. Even so, I added a few scenes which I hope you'll love, since you've been waiting to long. And we're all desperately waiting for season 3. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Revenge

Sabotage

Sunlight streamed through the ivory curtains and glazed over the sleeping forms, buried beneath waves of sheets and blankets. The glaring rays crept up the intertwined couple and skimmed over Victoria's eyes, stirring a soft moan from her throat.

Victoria's eyes fluttered open, wincing at the faint light peeking through the gaps. She let out a yawn and stretched, her body slowly waking up. Then it hit her like a gust of wind. Last night. The boat. The dinner. The beach…their dance…their kiss…their…

Victoria's eyes flung open. Somehow it all felt like a distant, spinning dream. She shifted to her side and felt his arms wrapped securely around her waist. A small smile graced her lips. With gentle hands she removed his hands from her waist and rolled over to her side, admiring her sleeping husband.

"Victoria, I have never stopped loving you".

Victoria's eyes fluttered shut as the memories drifted back. His gentle fingers caressing her sides, his lips peppering trails of kisses down her skin, muttering words of affection...confessions of love…promises…Promises to start over and do it right: to give their shamble of a marriage one last chance.

Victoria cast a glance at her husband. Could they really do it this time? Start again? She bit her lip. No, how could they after everything? God, what was she thinking? Somewhere deep inside dread was growing within her, a part of her knew that last night's actions would bring terrible consequences. But last night felt so perfect. His words so true…his kisses so sweet….

Victoria shook her head, shattering the memories. She chided herself for being so foolish. She wanted so desperately to believe in him, clinging onto his words as if holding onto them hard enough would make them come true. But…why couldn't they be true?

She couldn't think. She needed a drink. It was too early for alcohol. Tea? No. Coffee. Victoria slipped out of her bed and scanned the room for her dressing gown, trying to find anything to cover her naked body. Too cold and too tired to go looking for it Victoria reached for the sheets at the end of the bed and wrapped it under her arms and around her body, securely tucking in the loose material.

Just as she did so Conrad's hand reached for hers and she whirled around, meeting her husband's sleepy eyes.

His hoarse whisper caught her off guard. "Come back to bed".

Conrad sat up and ran his free fingers through his hair wearily, adjusting to the morning's brightness. He blinked up at her, barely containing the smile touching his lips. Even in the morning after waking up, a thin sheet barely covering her she looked stunning. Her ebony, wayward tresses tumbled around her frame. A faint, rosy red shade still tinged her cheeks from the last night's passionate affair and a faint glow emitted from her, a glow he hadn't seen since the last time they had been together.

Gently he tugged her towards the bed and Victoria found herself obliging. She fell onto the mattress. Victoria shuffled over next to him, resting on her knees, her hand still securely holding the silk material around her.

"Did you mean what you said?" the words fell from her lips in a whisper, concern shadowing her eyes. "Last night. When you said that we could start again".

"Every word".

She met his eyes. "How?" His almost blank stare gave her his answer and she stifled a laugh. "God, Conrad, look at us. The fights, the divorce, the affairs…I just don't think it could work out. I have no doubt that everyone's hiding behind closed doors as we speak, waiting for our inevitable divorce".

Conrad reached for her waist and gently pulled her towards him. Victoria found herself crawling towards him, her legs straddling his lap, the material of the sheets riding up her thighs. Her eyes searched his, as if hoping that he held the answer.

"I don't know Victoria," he began carefully, holding her coffee coloured gaze. He repressed a sigh. "But I know that I love you and that we need to give this one more chance".

Victoria felt her heart melt like hot butter, melting like it had done last night.

"I didn't say it would be easy," Conrad continued, brushing a strand of her wayward curl from her eyes. He paused, pondering his thoughts. "How about I take you out for lunch this afternoon?"

Victoria arched an eyebrow at his spontaneous suggestion. "Lunch?"

"Yes, a quiet lunch together. We don't have to rush things. I'll arrange for a reservation for us at the Botanic Gardens".

A small smile traced Victoria's lips as her mind drifted off. The Botanic Gardens was a small, elegant restaurant on the outskirts of the broad walk. God knows it's been years since they had gone out for a simple meal together, and the thought of spending her afternoon with her husband made her heart flutter with happiness. She intertwined her fingers through his and met his lips in a soft kiss.

"Yes, it sounds lovely".

The phone suddenly rang and Conrad reached for it, bringing it up to his ear.

How could she have doubted his words? He meant everything he had said last night, and was just as willing as she was to give their relationship a second chance.

Victoria lowered her eyes. But her heart still belonged to her Davie Clarke, and she believed it would be in his dead clutches forever. No…not his clutches. Because her heart was never hers, it had always been his.

Victoria pushed the thoughts aside. He was dead and she had to move on. If not for her own happiness than for her sanity, he would have wanted that. She glanced at Conrad again. She could never love him. But she could move on with him, she could give herself that much.

So Victoria pressed her lips against his earlobe and nibbled gently. She muttered words of hidden desire and lustrous thoughts. Because as much as Victoria believed that she could never be in love with Conrad Grayson, she couldn't deny the absolute desire to feel what she had felt last night when she was with him.

Victoria smirked when she felt him struggle to remain coherent to the god knows what CEO or company director he was speaking to. Her lips trailed down his jaw as her hands slide up his arms and down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles contracted under her hands. Sensually Victoria pushed up against him, already feeling his body react to hers.

"Y-yes, I'll have the papers finalised and sent to you by five …sorry Gordon, I'm afraid I'll have to call you back".

Conrad slammed the phone down with a click and captured his wife's lips in a passionate kiss. He felt her laugh into his lips as his fingers ran up her arms, desperate to unravel her from the silky sheets.

"I was under the impression that you didn't want to rush things," Conrad murmured when their kiss finally broke for air, remembering her hesitation at coming back to bed.

"Hmmm," Victoria's eyes glimmered mischievously. "Well, I don't recall agreeing to such suggestions".

Victoria laughed as he swiftly rolled her underneath him, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss. Her tongue slid inside, twisting and tugging with his.

Conrad's lips reluctantly left hers and trailed down her jaw, retracing the pathways he knew so well, the sensitive hollow of her neck, the slope of her shoulder blade, the curve of her full breasts…

A relentless moan escaped her lips. Slowly, achingly slow Conrad slipped his fingers under the material and slid the sheets further down, his lips retracing a path down her neck. He paused, his eyes flickering to hers. In that moment Conrad's eyes briefly locked onto her doe eyes and his breath caught in his chest. The words soon followed, slipping out before he had a chance to breathe again.

"I love you Victoria".

They were instantly regretted, but with every glance into her captivating eyes he knew that they were unavoidable. He saw her eyes change, darkening, reflecting the ghosts of David Clarke. It was in that moment that Conrad knew what she had meant all along. Because as much as he had tried to deny it these past few days and as much as he tried to push the thought away last night, she was still in love with David Clarke.

Victoria's eyes saddened, her heart shattering at the pained look cracking his face. Leaning up on her elbows she brushed her lips against his, wanting desperately to kiss the pain away. Because as much as she wanted to, she couldn't simply return his words, when she was knew them not to be true. She couldn't give him what he wanted: she couldn't love him. But she had thought, hoped, that for the time being and the weeks to come, that this would be enough. That them being together would be enough. That maybe…just maybe they did not need love. Perhaps she had been wrong.

"Don't go," Victoria whispered.

She could see it in his eyes, the hesitation, a part of him wanting to leave. She couldn't bear for him to leave her now. Quickly she captured his lips in another tender kiss, lips sucking, teeth nibbling, teasing, encouraging him to stay. She soon felt his lips responding, moulding onto hers. Just as she thought she had won him over a sudden knock on the door startled them.

"Conrad?" Ashley's voice resounded in the room.

Victoria groaned as Conrad rolled over, sighing with frustration.

"Yes," Conrad replied, not bothering to hide the irritation seeping from his voice.

"Jack Porter is waiting for you in your office".

Conrad cursed under his breath. Jack Porter, he had completely forgotten.

Victoria threw him an incredulous look, silently mouthing the bartender's name questioningly.

Conrad simply nodded, briefly closing his eyes in frustration. He cast his wife a look, still hidden underneath the ivory sheets, looking more tempting than ever. Surely he could miss this meeting? It was just with the Porter boy after all, it couldn't be that important.

"Should I let him know that you'll be down shortly then?"

Conrad sighed. He had pushed this meeting back twice, it seemed urgent, to Jack at least. He knew he shouldn't miss it then.

"Thank you Ashley," Victoria called, irritation hardening her voice.

The couple undoubtedly knew that Ashley would be surprised to hear her voice. After all, according to the young assistant the two could barely stand seeing each other and by morning couldn't wait to leave each other. Ashley took Victoria's sudden call as her cue to leave.

Conrad sat up and pulled the covers back.

"You're not actually leaving are you?" Victoria asked, shocked that he would leave her for Jack Porter.

Conrad sighed as he made his way towards the wardrobe, picking out a crisp shirt and formal trousers.

"I've already pushed this meeting back twice, and Charlotte has been insistent that I 'do what I can do for Amanda and her new family'. The man's persistent, I'll give him that".

Victoria bit back her frustration. How the man managed to light her body on fire so it desperately craved for him then dare to leave her here unsatisfied was beyond all the Matriarch could take. Especially since he was the one who wanted her to stay in bed with him in the first place. God he was infuriating.

"Very well then, it's clear that you've made your decision," Victoria said coolly.

Conrad glanced at his wife as he buttoned up his shirt. He sensed a raging storm brewing and knew his actions now would bring terrible repercussions. But what could he do? His daughter wouldn't stop pestering him to help the happy couple and Jack wasn't going to back down.

"I'm sorry Victoria," he walked over to the bed, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll make it up to you this afternoon".

Victoria's eyes narrowed as she watched her husband straighten his shirt. No, she'd be damned if he left her like this!

Victoria slipped out of bed and made her way to her duchess beside him, as if he wasn't there. With one hand still holding the sheet around her she scanned the colour of lipsticks and chose a blood red shade. A particular colour that Conrad had always been fond of. She ran the head along her lower lip and painted the top, pressing her full lips together. Then she applied the mascara and eyeliner, knowing that foolish man's eyes never left her dark, painted ones. She cast a final glance at the mirror, fluffing up her rich, full hair. For now, she'd simply give him the silent treatment.

If Conrad was surprised at her sudden actions he didn't show it. Actually, he was barely paying attention to his wife, too busy getting dressed.

"And just one more thing," Victoria called as her husband made his way for the door, stopping him in his tracks.

Repressing another exhausted sigh he turned around, his jaw dropping an inch. Victoria had dropped the bed sheets to a silky, white pool around her. She smirked as she felt his eyes devouring her bare body. Her ebony, wild curls tumbled down around her, accentuating her dark eyes. Her crimson lips seemed to contrast with her creamy, soft skin. The sight was enough to make any man tremble.

"You should know by now Conrad that when I desire something, I never ask twice".

Conrad struggled to collect his thoughts together as she sashayed towards their ensuite.

"Oh and Conrad," Victoria stoped at the doorway, casting him a glance over her shoulder. "I'm just going to take a shower, if you should need me you know where to look".

Her eye batted in a hint of a wink before she slipped inside.

Needless to say it didn't take long for Conrad to realise that Jack Porter would be waiting for quite some time.

Conrad almost popped a few buttons off as he tore off the shirt and discarded his trousers to the side, breaking into a run. Victoria's tinkling laugh bounced on the bathroom walls as she sensed Conrad's hurried footsteps behind her. She only just whirled around to face him before she felt his lips crashing onto hers.

Victoria felt her back hit against the cold glass, his lips hot against hers, his kisses intoxicating, lighting her body on fire. Her eyes fluttered shut as she deepened the kiss, her hand reaching for the tap nearby. Hot, gushing water poured onto the passionate couple.

Conrad could feel her thundering heartbeat from the pulse in her neck, his kisses trailing down her drenched skin. Her breaths grew short and quick, her moans turning into soft cries. Their bodies pressed together, their hot, wet skin sliding together in lustrous passion. His hands began to travel down, sculpting her generous curves, feeling her shiver underneath him.

Victoria brought her leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him in closer. Her arms entangled around his neck as she felt his hands snaking around her waist, pulling her closer into him. The sensations of the glorious water and his thigh sliding deliciously against hers were enough to make her knees tremble.

Conrad's lips continued to trail down her skin, sucking the shell of her ear, the pulse of her neck, the curve of her breasts…Victoria threw her head back against the glass wall and arched her back to meet his mouth, her fingers bunching through his salt and pepper locks, pulling him in closer.

Conrad stoped his torture and possessed her lips once more. Victoria laced her fingers through his, bringing it above her head. Conrad's lips captured hers in another intoxicating kiss, her teeth dragging his lower lip through hers, sucking it raw.

"I…want…you…now," she murmured between hungry kisses.

His breath chuckle near her ear sent waves of shivers up her spine and she fought the urge to scream for him to take her now. Conrad sensed her impatience. Freeing his hands from hers he briefly brushed aside her tangled, drenching curls from her face, wanting to see her eyes. Then resting his hands on her waist he parted her legs and slowly, achingly slid into her.

Victoria cried out, arching her back to meet his growing thrusts. Running her hands up his chest and to his shoulders she slowly began to rock her hips with his, their breaths quickening, legs trembling, cries rising and through Victoria's ecstasy she couldn't help but cry out his name.

And it was in that moment that thoughts of their troubled past and detrimental future, the tragic fate for their children and past ghosts vanished from their minds. For them, there was only now and each other. For them, the world was non-existence. There were only their sweet kisses and intertwining bodies, lust and passion, love and sex. And as they came together, meeting together with one last thrust, one thought ran through their minds. A thought of longing. Longing for this moment to never end.

…

"A message for you Miss Grayson".

Victoria peered over her notes and glanced at the housekeeper. She had been kept occupied all afternoon organising the High Hamptons Country Club luncheon, a monthly Grayson tradition. She was just going over the guest list, scanning through the rows of people who managed to secure an invitation to the prestigious event. It was a tedious job, but Victoria was determined to check it twice, ensuring that nobody without her approval had managed to bribe or suck their way up and onto the list.

Even so, throughout her busy afternoon her thoughts kept drifting off to her husband. Her sweet, foolish husband, who was currently locked in the boardroom, going over the final details for some deal or another. Typical. It seemed that even though Daniel had assumed position as CEO, his father was still needed in the Company: much to her son's dissatisfaction.

Throughout her afternoon Victoria thought about the ridiculous man and his charming smile that brought one to her own lips. She thought about the way his kisses sent her body blazing. His loving words and gentle touch that sent her heart fluttering like dancing, autumn leaves. His eyes that captured hers, sending her space blurring so that the world was only them, and them alone. He made her feel alive. And throughout their lunch she couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe they could work this out. Perhaps they could start again.

Yes, Conrad had been true to his word. That morning he got a very confused Ashley Davenport to book them a table for two at the Botanic Gardens, of course as with most events, the Grayson name gave them the privileged table on he veranda with a splendid view of the sea. The lunch had been lovely. They chatted, dined, laughed and generally enjoyed the company of each other.

Then to top of their afternoon the couple had received some shocking but welcomed news: Charlotte had awoken. They had immediately rushed to the hospital following the call to see a relieved and happy Doctor Karen. She reported that besides a few injuries, Charlotte was fine, and was expected to make a full recovery and be home within a week's time. Victoria had felt like her life was hanging by a thin wire, broken shards barley held together. But now, she felt her life finally piecing back together again.

"Miss Grayson?"

The uncertain voice shattered the daydream, dragging Victoria back to reality. She blinked. A gorgeous bouquet of red and strawberry pink roses greeted her, wrapped in layers of lavender paper. Victoria's breath jumped in her chest as she stood up from her desk and went over to accept the gift. She brought it up to her nose, breathing in the sweet fragrance.

"It's beautiful," the young maid offered, almost gushing at the romantic gift.

Victoria smiled fondly at the gift, gently touching the silky petals. "Yes, it is".

There was no doubt in her mind who her mysterious sender was and, as expected, the gift came with a card. She reached for the card and opened it, curiosity passing her features as she read the surprisingly neat, cursive writing. Victoria's skin paled, her eyes darkening with dread. She swallowed and snapped the card shut, doing her best to mask her apprehension.

"Are they from Conrad?" The young girl struggled to hide her excitement at the romantic thought, her baby blue eyes blinking up at her questioningly.

Victoria's lips stretched into a strained smile. "Of course, I can't see whom else they'd be from," Victoria's throat dried and she prayed that her voice didn't give her away. She cleared her throat and went to collect the papers. "Tiffney, please send these to Ashley with my final approval. And tell her to clarify the flower orders from Dawn".

The girl nodded quickly and scurried to collect her papers before bidding goodbye. Victoria took a deep breath and exhaled. She sank back down onto the edge of her desk. Victoria closed her eyes briefly, calming down her racing heart. Placing the flowers on the desk she took the card out again, her eyes scanning over the message. Worry consumed her, a cold, monstrous beast clawing at her heart. Worry. She rang the bell.

Tiffney came scurrying back.

"Tiffney, I've been called away to an argent meeting with the ladies, to finalise the menus for the luncheon. Just let my husband know when he returns".

"Of course".

Then once the maid left Victoria reached into her desk for a lighter. Flicking the switch she burnt the card and disposed its ashes into the bin. Sighing she rubbed her aching temples, feeling a migraine coming on. Victoria Grayson grazed her lower lip, cursing the devils for letting her hope once more.

…

"Uh Emily, we may have a bit of a problem".

Emily's heart stopped at the words. Problem. She placed her glass down on the kitchen counter and made her way back to the living room. Problem. How she hated that word. Emily Thorne did not have problems. Her plans never had time for problems. She couldn't afford a problem. Right now her goal was to obtain Stone Haven for Daniel, and she knew he'd need her help. Besides this goal helping own agendas, she couldn't deny the satisfaction she felt pissing Victoria off.

"What problem?"

Emily bobbed down next to Aiden, who was crouched down in front of her laptop, staring intently at the screen.

"It looks like someone may be paying our guest a little visit," Aiden responded simply, letting her see for herself.

Emily squinted at the screen. Yes, sure enough Victoria Grayson had ascended the steps of Harriton Hotel and was making her way down the hall. One day she would have to sit down and thank Nolan for his security hacking skills, but today was not the day. She watched Victoria closely, her heart thudding. Victoria turned a corner and headed to room 101. She knocked on the door and waited. The door opened and Victoria stepped inside. Emily's blood froze. She quickly clicked a few keys and zoomed into the room, watching Victoria shut the door behind her. Slowly, the pieces fell together, firing alarm bells in her head. There she had it. A problem.

She ignored Aiden's hardened stare. She had to find a solution. Think. Think. Think. Her brain buzzed with frantic thoughts, bouncing around her head. Then it clicked.

"Pass me the phone".

A slight frown creased her lover's features as he reached for the iphone on the glass table. Emily took the mobile and speed dialled the only person she knew who could help her now.

"Emily," his usual, expecting voice answered. Emily mentally saw the knowing smile forming on his lips. "What's on the revengenda this evening?"

Emily ignored his little jokes. She didn't have time for it. "Nolan," she spoke curtly, getting straight to the point. "Can you hack into Harriton Hotel's computer system for me?"

She could hear him stifle back a knowing chuckle. "The question is not if I can, but why? I thought your goal for now was on Daniel obtaining Stone Haven?"

"It was," Emily's eyes drifted back to the computer screen, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "But something just interfered with my plans," Emily stopped, irritation lacing her voice as she spoke quickly. "Nolan, enough stalling. I need this done now".

"Fine, fine, I'm on to it," Nolan paused, and Emily could see the curiosity bubbling inside him. "But I have to ask, what do you plan on doing with Harriton's computer system".

Emily's lips curled into a vindictive smile as she glanced back at the computer screen, staring at the golden hotel door. "Sabotage".

Oh I am evil! Now I did had to decide a bit about putting in that shower scene (hehe) i worried it would take away the essence of the first paragraph, being that Victoria's realised that she's still in love with David and her conflicting feelings. So my desire for convict shower sex and keeping to the plot and theme of the chapter battled out. In the end shower sex won. No surprise , please review since they mean the world to me! Seriously, i my life's been so boring lately and nothing great's been happening, i need these reviews!

Also unfortunately my boost of convict feels has kind of faded, but i'm hoping with the arrival of season 3 il be back onto this fic! Or maybe tumblr or reviews will compel me to write it quickly? Well i have it all planned out in my head anyway, it's just a matter of getting it down. Also speaking of season 3, what's up with Conrad dying? Well as the old saying goes, sometimes the only thing that can unite a couple again is tragedy ;) So it can't be all bad right?

Anyway thanks for reading guys! Again, please review! and let us all wait crying together for season 3.

Lydia :)