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Heart’s Truth

Author: Gothic Spook

E-mail: gothic_spook@hotmail.com

URL: http://charmingstar.proboards30.com

Category: FRR

Rating: NC-17

Summary: A Valentine night full of truth and a second chance.

Spoilers: None

Archive: Anywhere that wants it, just keep my details and let me know first!

Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I do not own it!

I knew it was wrong of me to be here. To be standing outside of her door. But I had to do this. I couldn't take seeing her everyday and not telling her what my heart was screaming. I knocked hesitantly. A few seconds later she answered.

“Brad? What are you doing here?” Monica asked upon seeing me standing at her door.

“Well ... I ... Can I come in?” I managed to ask without feeling like running away. Well almost without feeling it.

“Sure.” She opened the door fully and I walked into her apartment. She closed the door behind me and I turned to face her. “Is something wrong?” She asked when she saw I was nervous. No I wasn't just nervous. I was scared. Terrified.

“Yes ... I mean no. I just needed to ask you something.”

“What did you want to ask me?”

“Well, it’s Valentines Day and I know a great place which serves food and also had dancing and I was wondering if you would like to go?” I asked and held my breath for her response. I prepared myself to be yelled at, screamed at I even prepared myself for a slap to the face if not a punch.

She didn't answer straight away. She just stood there and looked at me. She had a slight smile on her face. Was that good? Or was that bad? Had I made a mistake?

“I would love to go with you,” she finally answered. I couldn't believe my ears. I had a dumbfounded look on my face, I knew it, but she only smiled wider. “Just let me get changed into something more appropriate.” She said and went to her bedroom to change from her jeans and shirt into something else.

I paced her living room. I had expected her to say no. Expected her to yell at me. Scream. Throw things. But she had said yes. She had smiled and said she would love to come out on a date with me. Maybe she didn't think it was a date. Perhaps she just thought I wanted to take her out as a friend. Either way, I know I have to go through with this.

Ten minutes later she came looking stunning. She wore a plain black dress, which was mid-thigh length, had a slit all the way up to her upper thigh on one side, and had a plunge line which showed a whole lot of cleavage.

“You look ... beautiful, stunning.” I managed to get out as I still continued to stare at her.

“Thank you Brad, well I’m ready.” I took her hand in mine and led her out the door and to my car. The car ride was spent in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable in any way, it was relaxed with the radio quietly in the background. I couldn't help but wander what she was thinking. Did she regret agreeing to come out with me? Did I make the right choice in asking her? I hope not. I wanted to be with her again. It was painful not being close to her.

We arrived at the restaurant and I parked the car. We walked hand in hand through the front door and went up to the waiter at the door.

“Follmer, party of two.” I told him. He took a few seconds to look at his clipboard and looked up smiling.

“Yes Mr Follmer, your tables is ready, please follow me.” He got two menus and then led the way to our table. I helped Monica to her seat before sitting down in my own next to her. The waiter handed us both the menus. “Can I get anything for you to drink while you look through the menu?” He asked as he took out his note pad for orders.

“A bottle of the finest red wine you have.” I ordered, knowing Monica wasn't a big fan of white wine.

“As you wish.” The waiter wrote it down on his note pad and then walked off to the kitchen.

I knew I was nervous. Scared. I think Monica could tell as well.

“So how have you been?” I asked her.

“I’ve been good. Yourself?” She asked me.

“I’ve been good. Listen I...” Before I could spill my guts the waiter came back with our bottle of wine. He filled both of our glasses and then took down our orders. During the meal we made friendly table conversation. The wine helped me relax and calm my nerves.

In the restaurant was a dance floor and as the evening grew later, music started to play. As soon as a slow song was on I knew I had to make my move.

“Monica, would you care to dance?” I asked her as I held out my hand for her if she accepted my offer. And she did. I was over the moon when she placed her hand in mine and followed me willingly to the dance floor.

At first I placed one hand on her hip and the other held her hand in my own. One of her hands was on my shoulder, the other held my hand. We danced together and unconsciously moved closer and closer, until we were pressed up against each other. I couldn't believe this was happening. Both her arms were tightly wrapped around my neck, as my hands caressed her back gently. I knew now was the time to say what I wanted to say. It was now or never.

“Monica, there was something I wanted to tell you.” I managed to get out of my mouth. My lips were suddenly dry and my heart started racing.

“I’m listening.” She replied. She didn't move her head from my shoulder, but she did snuggle into my neck more. I could feel her gentle breath against my skin, giving me goose bumps.

“I wanted ...” I took a deep breathe. I had to say this now, or I never would. “I wanted to tell you that, my feelings for you, the love I felt for you in New York.” I took an even deeper breathe as I felt her tense slightly. “They never went away. I know you may not feel anything for me now, but I wanted to tell you that I still love you and I hoped you’d feel the same but I know that you’ve probably found...” She placed a finger against my lips as she lifted her head from my shoulder, I had started to babble on.

She slowly took her finger away and looked me in the eyes. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I expected her to walk away or tell me it was over. But she didn't. She leaned in and placed her lips on mine firmly.

At first I was far to shocked to respond. But that shock soon went away and I was kissing her back. I kissed her with all the love I had held in these past few years. All the emotions I felt for her. I showed her with my kiss that I meant what I said. After minutes of kissing, we pulled back to catch our breath.

“I love you Brad. I never stopped loving you.” Tears filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry I left you. I regretted it everyday. I missed you so much. I thought you hated me now.”

“I could never hate you Monica. I love you to much.” I kissed her again, but this was only a light kiss as she pulled back before it became to passionate.

“Stay with me tonight?” She asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” I answered her with no hesitation.

The drive back to her apartment was tense. Our love and want, no not want, need for each other was evident. It took all of my strength to keep my eyes focused on the road and not at the beauty in front of me.

We walked up to her apartment in silence, but as soon as the door was closed behind us our passion ignited. I couldn't keep my hands off of her any longer. They had to feel her. Touch the softness of her skin. Feel the curves I have missed for so long. I pinned her against her apartment door, my hands helping her off with her coat, letting it drop to the wooden floor. I kicked off my shoes and she did the same with her own as she too, helped in the removal of my coat.

Our lips parted and we gazed into the fire in one another's eyes. I lifted her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I stood her up next to her bed and stared at her lovingly. Her hands came up to my shirt buttons and one by one she undid them, slowly showing my firm chest. She bent her head down and as she opened each button she kissed her way down my exposed skin. Once all the buttons were undone she stepped forward and pushed it down my shoulders.

I reached round to her back to find the zip of her dress. As I did, I caught the smell of her perfume. The one she had worn in New York. The one she knew drove me wild. The dress fell from her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts to me. Her breathing quickened as she watched me admire her. My fingers ran softly down her shoulders to feel the mounds of flesh I have missed. The second my fingers touched her she took in a deep breath and her eyes fluttered close. As I continued to caress her upper body, her hands found their way to my pants, she undid the button and zip and pushed them off my hips. Letting them fall to floor. I stepped out of them and flicked them across the room, she did the same to her dress.

That was when I kissed her. I needed to feel her lips on mine. Her tongue and my tongue together, wanting to become one. My hands traced down her curves, her body shivered in my hands as they made their way down to her thong. My fingers hooked the string on either side of her hip, my lips let go of hers then. Giving her time to stop me. To put an end to this madness. To tell me to get out. To hit me.

But she didn't. She leaned up and placed her lips on mine. Letting me know to continue. I drew down her thong as my hands touched every piece of flesh I could along the way, until I let gravity take effect and the thong dropped to the floor.

We continued to kiss as my hands felt over her curves. The curves I have been dreaming about touching again for years. Her hands were no less busy, I felt them caress my torso down to my boxers. With no hesitation she peeled them off of my hard mass. I sighed into her mouth as my desire for her was set free.

I moved her under the covers of the bed. Her legs spread instantly for me, but I wanted to feel her. Lips moving. our tongues entwined together. While one hand ran through the softness of her hair, the other made its way down her hot body. Down to her mound. My fingers felt the heat before even touching her. I ran my fingers teasingly up and then down each lip, before plunging two fingers into her depth. She gasped and bucked her hips towards my fingers. My thumb began to massage her clit, softly at first and then harder as her moans became more urgent. Before she came I pulled my fingers away.

I wanted to be inside her when she came. I needed to be inside her. She spread her legs and opened up for me. Slowly I pushed my member into her. Letting go of her lips as she gasped out. Once fully embedded I rested in her. Letting us both realise what we were doing. Her hands ran down to feel over my cheeks, massaging them. I knew she wanted me to move. I started moving within her, feeling her skin surround me. Her very being mix together with my own. This is what I had missed. To feel at one with this women. To feel loved.

My lips catches hers in a frenzied kiss as my hips couldn't keep going slow. She moaned into the kisses, making me love her more and more. My lips moved from her lips down to her neck.

“Oh Brad,” she breathed out as I felt her come. She came, moaning my name into the night air. Her release subsided and allowed myself to fill her with my seed. Giving her my love.

I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back, breathing heavily, catching my breath. The sweat glistened off our heated bodies. Monica looked over at me, she moved into my side and rested her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her.

“I love you Brad,” she whispered as she was lulled into a gentle sleep.

“I love you too.”
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