urbandev | [111]

He kissed her again, harder this time, as if he could prove that he was really there.

"I thought you didn't want me, love, that's the only reason I left. I could never live without you."

"Of course I wanted you. I just needed some time to think. I... didn't even really think about leaving until I heard you hit something in the shower. I just... couldn't be here after that."

Her arms tightened a little as she talked and as her words died away, she leaned up and buried her face in his neck.

"I punched the wall," he admitted. He pulled her in, stroking he hair and murmuring soothing noises into her ear.

"Shh, love. We're here now, and I'm not letting go."

"Damn right you're not. I'm too fond of you already."

Her voice was trying to be light, but the words rang honest.

"... I love you so much, Reeve."

"I know, love, I know." He pushed her hair back and kissed her gently, his arms tightening to hold her close.

She let all the worry and grief and regret over the last few days go as she nuzzled against his neck, sighing softly.

He purred, relaxed but keeping her tight in his embrace. After coming so close to losing her, there was no way he was letting go.

She wriggled up a bit, leaning in to kiss him only to jerk a bit away from him, blinking as she heard a very put upon meow from under the covers.

".... your kid. Not mine."

Laughing, Reeve fished Mercy from the mess they'd made of the blankets. He set the kitten at the foot of the bed. "Why are they only my kids when they're causing trouble?"

Not waiting for an answer, he drew her in for the aborted kiss, pressing their lips together firmly.

She opened her mouth to answer only to find her lips very much occupied. She didn't mind. No, in fact, her hands curled into the back of his pajamas as she leaned closer.

Reeve moaned softly, his own hands stroking down over her hips.

Cats be damned. Mercy's gruff stare was forgotten with the glide of his hands along her hips. She moved with the touch, hands settling low on his back.

Reeve purred softly, settling their bodies flush together as he continued the kiss. His hands roamed over her back, slowly working under her shirt.

"God, Anita..."

Her skin shivered under his fingers and she arched a little, moaning under her breath.

He smiled at the reaction, bringing his hands up over her shoulders and stroking along her arms as he leaned in for another slow kiss. Carefully, he settled her back against the bed pressed down to her, making sure to brush her hair out of the way where it wouldn't get caught.

Snuggling back into the bedding, she smirked up at him as soon as he broke the kiss. "Seems like you're planning something, love."

The most innocent look he can muster settles on his face. "Are you accusing me of plotting?"

He settled between her legs, pressing close and leaning in for another deep kiss to wipe the smirk off her face.

"It's the quieter ones you have to watch out for."

Her legs parted to give him all the room he could want, pulling him in eve closer with her hands as she murmured happily into the kiss.

He laughed softly against her lips, pressing in for another slow kiss. His hands worked her shirt over her head slowly, and he only broke away long enough to tug it off her head before coming back to trail kisses down along her shoulder.

Her head turned to nuzzle murmuring lips against his hair, shifting a little restlessly under him. "... you so were plotting this."

"Wasn't," he protested, stroking over the bare skin. "But I'm not above taking advantage of the opportunity."

Slow heat builds along the skin he stroked, making her squirm a tiny bit.

"... forget the opportunity. Take advantage of me."

He purred, sliding against her and cupping her breasts lightly, letting his thumbs flick over her skin.

"If there were a plan, that would most certainly be part of it."

Sighing softly, she lazily arched up, pushing closer to his wonderful hands. She didn't bother to muffle her moan as she let her eyes slide closed.

"What else would be part of it?"

He purred, pulling back enough to watch her reactions to his touch. If she was beautiful in her normal state, then when she was like this -- he didn't have words. She was radiant.

Not to mention hot as hell.

He pressed his mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her skin as he moved his mouth to replace his hands. "Maybe you should tell me."

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