Unfaithful
by Apple-chan

Disclaimer: His, not mine.

HaoXJeanneXLyserg. A wife, her husband, and her lover. Their feelings, their actions...and the consequences that follow. Rated R for sordidly graphic sexual and adult content. And yep, I'm trying to watch myself--trying being the operative word.^^;;;



Chapter 1: The Wife


He was late.

It was always like that, ever since...A long, shaky breath.

...Ever since.

He always came home late. Always, hours after their son falls asleep.

Hours even after she falls asleep--or so he thinks.

She knew why, of course.

It wasn't because he didn't want to be with her. It wasn't because he didn't want to be with their son, either.

He just didn't want to remember.

Sometimes, he even refuses to look at her.

He never tells her why...but she knew.

She rolled over on the bed, and closed her eyes. Forced herself to fall asleep, but she couldn't.

No matter how much she tried to, she just couldn't.

It was always like that with her, just as it was always like that with him--he comes home late, and yet still, she waits for him.

But he doesn't know.

He would come in through the door and he would whisper her name. She would answer with her even breathing--but he tries.

He taps her shoulder gently then. Still, she doesn't show any signs of being awake.

Afterwards, he gives up, sighs, and presses a soft kiss to her cheek. And then he lies down, beside her.

And he sleeps...without even knowing that she waited.

And that's when she finally falls asleep.

This time, though, it would be different, she vowed to herself.

This time he would know.

The slight creaking sound of the door reached her ears.

He's here.

"Jeanne?" His soft, whispered voice. Soothing, gentle...and warm. Friendly, loving...and sweet. Powerful, and forceful. Seductive, and sensual.

Heartbreaking.

She breathed in deeply, breathed out. It was uniquely paradoxical, the way he affected her. He can make her heart whole...yet at the same time, he can smash it into a million pieces as well.

She affected him the same way, she knew. She knew that she hurts him every time she looks at him. She could feel his pain every single time she smiles, or laughs. She could feel his anguish every time she speaks to him in the softest of tones.

But it didn't use to be like that. Everything used to be...normal. There was no paradox, there was no irony. Everything was parallel. Everything...made sense, somehow. Everything was bright, and beautiful. Life used to be so perfect.

Until that night.

Nothing is perfect. Everything changes.

Everything.

Parallels intersected, crashed. A dream ended...and a nightmare began.

What used to be so beautiful became ugly. What used to be bright became dark.

And what used to be painless...became inconceivably unbearable.

Things change.

She felt her heart skip a beat as he tapped her shoulder. Yes, even after everything that's happened--he could still do that to her. He could still make her melt, if he wanted to. He could make her fall on her knees if he wanted to.

And if he tried...he can make her do anything he wanted. Anything.

And she would do it willingly, for him.

Only for him.

Long minutes passed.

And finally, he sighed. She could practically feel the disappointment--and sadness--in the timbre of his breathing.

He still wasn't used to this, she knew. She had always responded to his calls in the past, willingly giving in to his desires for pleasure, for love.

Until that night.

Now, refusal was her foremost option. For the past days, weeks...months, she had someone else to turn to for comfort, for pleasure...for love.

She had him. He offers her practically the whole world each in every single time they meet--in hopes of taking away all of her pain.

But sadly, he has never succeeded. He never has, and he probably never will.

Only one person can take away all the pain that she felt. Only one.

My husband.

Just as he leans down to kiss her softly on the cheek, she opens her eyes and turns to him.

He was startled, but he gave her a faint smile. "You're awake."

She nodded. "I am." And then, she slid her arms smoothly around his neck, pulled him against her...and kissed him with her whole being.

She could feel the longing deep within him as he kissed her back, and she could feel his desire as he slipped off her nightgown and touched each and every single inch of her hungrily. She could feel his yearning as her hands traveled inside his open dress shirt, the heat emanating from his skin, the tremors vibrating inside his chest.

And as her hands reached inside his pants to touch the central part where every single nerve ending in his body was connected, she could feel everything--and more.

And the wondrous thing of it all? As much as it all came from him--it came from her, as well. She shared his longing, she shared his desire...she shared his yearning.

And much, much more.

Pain included.

The bed creaked from the intensity of their movements. Naked, they begged each other what they craved, and the other didn't cease until all passion for the other one was spent, every single inch of desire fulfilled, every ounce of longing poured out.

Every kind of thirst, quenched.

Sated and completely replete, they held each other in the darkness...lips locked, bodies entangled, essences merging, uniting as one.

Souls shattering. Hearts breaking.

As completion reaches its peak, heaven is reached...and so is hell.

Along with pain, comes suffering.

He bears it all, and so does she. Just as they have done in the past.

Just as they have done...that night.

Rose-colored glasses have shattered. Tears have been shed. Blood has flowed.

Hearts have been broken...hearts that are still continuously breaking, up to now.

They will endure this...together, and alone.

For the love of a daughter--who was taken away before she even had a chance to live.

For the love of a son--who cried each and every night in anguish and loss...for a sister he had only known for a short time.

For the love of a husband, to his wife...and for the love of a wife, to her husband.

...Yet, sometimes, love just isn't enough.



TSUZUKU.



End Notes:

Will be continued when I am striked by another bad bad mood again. Which will probably be in...a couple of weeks or so, I gather. Watch out for it.