SHATTERED

23. HEALING

TWO MONTHS LATER

"Lau I want you to make love to me". Shock and disbelief was written all over his face. "Are you sure that's what you want". "I don't want to rush you". His heart yearned to be with her, but he didn't want to push her into doing something she wasn't ready for. "I miss you Laurent, I miss this, I miss us"" I miss you to baby, so much, but I...""Lau please I need this. Please don't make me beg". She anxiously waited with bated breath for him to speak, to say something, but his response was not given with words. Slowly he rolled on top of her, tenderly placing kisses on her cheek, down to her neck, ending at her collar bone. Slowly he made his way back up the other side landing on her lips. Pecking her lips a few times before he gently coerced them apart. Their tongues swirled together in unison creating a perfectly choreographed dance, with her following his lead. She felt butterflies in her stomach like it was their first kiss all over again. Her hands found their way into his hair, massaging the nape of his neck. The sweet interaction quickly turned into a needy hungry longing, pulling a moan from his lips. His mind and body wanted nothing more then to ravish every inch of her body. Desperately needing to release all the sexual frustration pent up inside of him. But his heart knew that her body needed to be handled with care, like she was a delicate flower.

Soft touches of his fingers tips drug up and down her sides causing her to shiver in delight. After slipped out of his boxer he returned to his spot back between her legs. He slid her gown up revealing her small baby bump. He peppered her stomach with kisses while his hands traveled up to her breast. He kneaded and caressed each breast, happily wrapping his mouth around one. The warmth of his mouth on her breast sent a shockwave straight to her center. He bit down just enough to cause a pleasurable pain and then soothed it away by swirling his tongue around it. By the sounds she was making he knew she was ready. He reconnecting their lips going back into that well choreographed dance, in and attempt to distract her from what was to come next. A hiss was heard from her as he slide into her nice and slow. Feeling her tense up he asked "are you ok, we can stop if you want to".

"No, I'm alright, keep going. Inch by inch he slid into her core, until his body was flush against hers. He studied her face, watched her eyes and listened to the sounds she was making in and attempt to refamiliarized his self with pleasuring her body. He moved from her lips to her neck while continuing the coddle her insides. With every thrust he went deeper and harder until he heard that familiar squeal. He knew then that he had hit her spot. That spot that made her beg for him to go faster, harder and deeper. That spot that made her body sing along to his every move. He continue to glide over her spot picking up in intensity and pace. For a moment he forgot who this was for and got lost in his own world. The way her body hugged his member caused his own body the react. He was quickly losing the will to restrain his self. The stimulation he received from her walls clenching and unclenching sent him over the edge. His pace quicken, his moans and grunts became increasingly louder and his trusts harder. The sadness heard in her voice when she called out to him snapped him back to the here and now. Never faltering in his stroke, he looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed tight and tears were flowing from her eyes, visions of her rape flashing before her eyes. He caressed her body like it was his own feeling bad because he started to lose control. She cried not because of what he did or how he was doing it. Because in all honesty this was the best he's ever made love to her and she wanted him to continue. He did nothing like what they did to her, yet she went back to that awful moment. All the emotions she had been suppressing were now being released. All the hate, angry and sadness came rushing back up to the surface and was being released through her tears. She hated how she was making Laurent feel, because instantly she felt the hesitation in his movements. "Don't stop, please don't stop". "Baby I can't, if I know I'm hurting you". "Your not baby, I promise". "Then tell me why you cry". "I can't stop seeing what happened to me". "Maybe we should stop baby. I don't want you to feel that way with me". "Please don't stop, Lau, I need this please. I need you". "But, Quinn, I". "Lau I can't let my last memory of sex be that. I don't want to see their faces anymore, I don't want to feel their touch. So please help build new memories, please". She placed a couple of butterfly kisses on his lips trailing her lips down to his neck where she molded her mouth around that sensitive skin on his neck and begun sucking. She wrapped her arms around his back and started rubbing soothing circles on his back, while lifting her hips up into him. Her tears never stopped flowing, but her actions were enough to get him to start moving again. Once he reestablished his rhythm, their bodies fell into perfect sync, allowing him to pick up his pace. His thrusts found that spot deep inside her and when he heard her squeal, he commenced his assault on it. The harder he hit it the more she cried. The faster he hit it the louder she got. He rocked his hips back and forth, back and forth, in and out. He was the maestro and she was his the orchestra. He directed every strike that made her body quivered, every stroke made her shuddered and every thrust sent tremors coursing through her. He was gentle and caring when he needed to be and he hit hard and aggressive when her body called for it. Every raw emotion she had built up in her came out this night. She cried and screamed, she smiled and laughed. She punched and clawed at him, but he never stopped. His only mission was to help her release the hurt and pain she carried. He made love to her all night while she repeatedly displayed different emotions. He poured all he had into her and he was rewarded for his efforts when she clamped down on him and her body started to violently shake. The shear force she put into locking down on him sent him into his own release. His essence shot out of him at a force so fast that for the first time all night he missed a beat. He hadn't felt this type of pleasure in such a long time that his body stopped cooperating with his mind. Together they rode their high until both their bodies stopped shaking. Bliss was the only way to explain how they felt. Lau laid on his side of the bed pulling Quinn into him and wrapping her into a tight embrace. Before he knew it they were fast asleep.

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This was something they both needed.
I hope it helped in there healing.

Now for Larry. Whats next for him
How is Chloe doing?
Will they tell her that her attacker's are dead

Vote and commemt if I want.