A Love Story
CHAPTER EIGHT
As the kiss ever so slowly began to deepen, Remus let his hands fall to her shoulders, then gently down across her back. As his hands came to rest at the base of her spine, Michelle leaned in closer to Remus until there was nothing to separate them, save for the beating of their two hearts. His lips left hers first, to travel down across her jaw line and back up again to her ear. Michelle curled her hands into the back of his neck, unconsciously pulling him closer to the ear he was tasting.
As he gently caressed her with his tongue, he softly whispered, �Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure I am what you want?� Michelle pulled away slowly, making sure that she had his full eye contact when she replied, �I�ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you (a gentle kiss on the lips), someone as caring (a kiss on the tip of his nose), as thoughtful (kiss on the forehead), as incredibly (nose), deliriously (lips), unavoidably (chin), simply (sigh), you.�
With that, Michelle drew to his lips like one dying for water, parched to all recognition. Two pairs of hands that had not seen lovers in years were beyond reason. Lips that had not been fulfilled in ages were tasting, exploring, vowing eternal faithfulness with their touch. Female hands that were reaching up to unknot a necktie were contrasting to male hands reaching inside and under a shirt. As Remus gently cupped her breast, rubbing the nipple with his fingers, Michelle responded in kind by kissing him with an intensity never before experienced by either of them.
Suddenly, from deep within the dark upstairs, they heard a scream. �What the--,� said Remus. Michelle collapsed in subtle frustration and replied, �it�s James, he must be having a nightmare��.Remus, I�m so sorry�� As the second scream erupted, Michelle leapt off of his lap and ran up the stairs. Arriving at the door to his room, Michelle saw a frightened little boy, covered by a twisted sheet, simply crying and holding out his arms to the only woman he could ever remember loving him as much as she did. Michelle instantly forgot her frustration at having been interrupted, and she ran to James� bedside. She pulled him into her lap and rocked him back to sleep; never once since entering his room did she utter a sound. She laid him back on his bed, covered him up, and softly kissed him goodnight.
As she turned to walk out of the room, she found Remus standing in the doorframe, with one single tear running down his cheek. �That,� said Remus, as Michelle made her way to his side, � was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Next to you, that is.� With no further preamble, Remus pulled her into his arms, kissing her with as much intensity as one (so much in love as he), could do. Before she knew what was happening, Michelle felt herself being swept up into his arms, until he was carrying her down the hall.
�Remus,� she said with a small laugh, �you don�t have to carry me. You can put me down, you know.� As the last syllable left her breath, she found herself being laid gently down onto her bed. �I know,� said Remus, �but tonight you deserve the best that I can give you. How could I not make love to you, the way a woman deserves to be loved by a man. You do want me, don�t you?�, said Remus as he laid down beside her, kissing her softly. �Yes, Remus, I do want you,� said Michelle, as she began to undo the first few buttons on her shirt. �No,� said Remus gently, pushing her hands away, �let me do that, tonight, let me do it all. Anything you want, it�s yours. Anything you desire, it�s yours. Just tell me��.�, said Remus, breaking off to deepen the intensity of their kissing. �Tell you what?,� said Michelle, between breaths. �Tell me that you love me,� said Remus, �I need to know that you love me, that someone does, please��.�
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