Love.

Rage? It had been, several hours, since the humiliation she had felt, over the Lady Gaga expose. Toren’s? What was he doing there? She was putting two and two together and finally making four. Martin must be working with him. On a project? Most likely.

It was 3am in the morning. Sat drinking the wine. Mulling things over, she ucking hated him, when he used that phrase ‘nother glass of wine?  Ah go on then.. ! ‘ He was right, she was drinking too much.

Frustration? Missing him? She could feel it building up inside her. All of the emotion, hating him, loathing him, wanting him, needing him. A knock at the door? This time of the morning? No, for her not unusual. She went to see who it was.

The shock? He had stepped into the apartment. The cupboards either side. Wooden slatted doors. Dimly lit. She had grabbed at him thrown him back against the door as it slammed shut. Up close, screaming at him? He could smell the wine on her breath. More drinking. Drunk? No real surprises there.

“You b’stard! Did you enjoy seeing me humiliated earlier? Have a good laugh? “ Her hands, pounded his chest, as he grabs hold of them grips her wrists. The five foot one inch love of his life.

Love of his life? He hated that she could get under his skin, inside and twist his guts to make him feel queasy, uneasy. That sense of longing, of yearning, of wanting HER. Needing HER.

Tears? “I hate you! Hate you!” She tries to free her hands but he keeps hold of her wrists as she forces his hands back and her fists hit into him. “Hate you! “ His head down, down, to brush his lips against her forehead, down across her cheek to kiss the tears.

Locked on her lips, as he lets go of her wrists her hand around the back of his neck and holding on to him, as he moves towards the main room. Shoving aside a small table to get to..

The small leather sofa. A two seater. The covers dragged off it thrown down onto the floor with them following to fall down on to it. Kissing her, his hands inside her top, around her waist, the slight ripple on her skin of a scar. Cupping her beautiful soft mounds in his hands, sliding his fingers across her taut nipples as she softly moans, nibbling on his ear, whispering. . cursing, moaning...

The top opening up, as his tongue lashes across her nipples, the breathing heavier, her arms under his top pushing it up as he removes it, throws it to one side. Standing up grabs at her hand. Pulls her up and towards the bedroom. Clothes hurriedly removed. Naked flesh on flesh.

Hungry, demanding, insatiable. His tongue on her thighs. lapping at the part of her body that drives him crazy. She hates them, he loves them.

Large, imposing, columns that lead to the one spot he knows his tongue will search out and taste the moist response it delivers. His teeth gently across it, gripping it, pulling at it, nibbling at it.

The groans, getting louder and louder. She almost orders him onto his back. He felt her tongue taking in the full on rock hard expression of lust that he had no control over when close to her. Against his skin, her tongue moving up as flesh shifts against flesh,  her body shifting slightly.

The soft, catching of her breath, as she moves back to rock gently against the object of his affection. Sweat from her drips onto his chest, her lips against his to linger for a few seconds before her head raised, thrown back, as her body shakes.

Her hands, down against his chest, pounding on his chest as the long drawn out moan gets louder and louder. The ripple like a mini earthquake, her body feeling the full on rush that has every inch of her tingling with her heart racing, her lips sensing, wanting, swallowing up, his tsunami like an incoming tidal wave to leave

all of her senses, in disarray; askew..

Finally, she collapses, against him. Moves to one side, her head resting on his chest. “I hate you!” He smiles kisses her forehead, pulls the duvet over them. Her head moves to raise so that she can kiss him. Lips on lips, linger. Slip back for her to rest her head against his chest, as he whispers to her.

“Apart from my creator, I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you. Moments when I realize how much you, are, a part of me, a part that if I let go, I would have no reason to exist. How ever much we rage, we feel the fury, the love I have for you echoes time after time.

No matter what you say or do, you’ll never stop me loving you, is so true. You are, you always will be, THE ONE.

The soft murmur from her lips, sleeping? He wraps his arm around her, resting it gently against her. His eyes on her.

Ah that moment of pure heaven; a sense of being wanted, loved; no longer lost.