The Return

 

The Return

Chapter 5

Hole Hearted

His hand found its' way down between her thighs, the heat in his palm made him harder than what he thought possible. It had been too long since he had felt her lips on his , her hands upon his face. Reigne had that way, and she had not a clue as to what she did to his insides. She melted steel, thawed icebergs, she was the fission that split his atoms apart, each going out into the universe only to be piled back again. She had no inkling as to what she did to him. His other hand unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it down her arms onto the floor. Her bra came next, being unsnapped in mere seconds and discarded next to the blouse. Both hands now reached for her breasts, bringing them down to his wet mouth as she leaned back on him and moaned. Her arms came up around his neck, pulling him to her as he scooted up, swinging his right leg over the chaise, and carried her to the king sized bed.

Music began to play, just as he lay her down on the soft purple velvet duvet. He had forgotten. She always timed music at certain hours of the day and night. It was a trigger for her, a sync with her brain for other activities. He assumed, as late as it was, this was sleep mode, but couldn't help thinking she had all of this pre-planned. After all, her intuition was always spot on when it came to him. She never failed to know when he was on the property or even in town. She had that way. That he would guess as they would call it, “spidey sense”.

She reached for him, wrapping her legs around his waist, unbuttoning his shirt to lick his chest. He moaned softly as her tongue made small circles around his nipples. He quickly undid his jeans, pulling off every other stitch of clothing that was on his body. His hair covering her as kisses reigned down on chest and lips.

He raised up to unbutton her jeans, slipping them off to find that yes, she was commando. He smiled. Shane bent down on both knees, pulling her to his face as he felt her hands stop him. “No! Wait!” she backed up, sitting up on the bed looking at him as if to knock him backward.

“Morgana.” she stared at him, naked and unashamed. “What about Morgana?” Her words were biting and calculated.

He maintained his position, at least in body, other things beginning to dissipate each passing moment even with her unclothed. “What of her?” he sighed wearily of this subject.

“Did you...were you...have you...?” Her eyes were shards of blue diamonds. He couldn't lie to her. That was a no no, and besides she knew every time he did. How to approach this he thought, delicate or head on.

He hung his head and that gave her the answer she sought. So much for the night of freaky love he thought. It's not happening now and he might as well gather his things and be relegated to the guest room. At least it had a great bar unless she had been mad at him over his long absence and moved that out.

He stood up, ready to turn around and she grabbed his hand. “Don't go.” she implored him. There was tears in her eyes, and he knew that by that one gesture, he had hurt her. She asked, there was no way of getting around what was there. Morgana was the elephant in the room. In their lives. In-between their everything. She would always be and eventually one of these decades, she would end up tearing them apart and he wondered if that wasn't her plan all along. But what could he do otherwise? Servitude was exactly that, servitude. He was before Reigne. And until Morgana released him from his bond, he would be long after.

She pulled him upon the huge four poster bed next to her. Her arms lying him down on the soft duvet. She threw her leg over his, holding him tight, the fragrance of her hair rose up faint as the mist in the night. “Don't leave me.” she whispered in his ear. He put his left arm over her, holding her even closer than before. “I'll never leave you my love.” His voice broke, his mouth went dry. “Until she calls you mean. Until she finds out. Then she will 'need' you to come back to her.” He heard the tears in her words. He heard the faint desperation in her voice. There had to be some way. Some magic stronger than Morgana's. Reigne was strong, she just didn't believe in herself enough he thought. There had to be a way.