Love Always Wins

45

Wednesday April 29th.

Fresh from a long run out in the beautiful Swiss countryside that Seb loved so much, he entered the sprawling home that he shared with his wife. He smiled and nibbled on his bottom lip as he gave his head a little shake; there were times he still couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to be able call Chloe his wife, right now was one of those times. He loved coming home to her, he loved how their whirlwind, rollercoaster romance had seen them get married in Vegas and get pregnant within a year of being together and how they'd come through everything that had been thrown at them stronger than ever. After being together for a little over one year, their love affair was still burning as bright now as it did when they'd first given in to their feelings for each other. Their love still felt fresh and new, making him still feel the same rush of those heady feelings and explosions of butterflies every time he looked at her and their lust for each other still pulled them together with a strong magnetic, primal, animalistic attraction that he'd never experienced with anyone else. He'd never wanted someone like he wanted her. He'd never had such a strong, deep connection with someone like he had with her. No one incited the deep, erotic feelings within him like she did, no one made him feel so alive like she did. No one had ever loved him like she did and he'd never been more in love than he was right now. Removing his ear buds, his music was instantly replaced by Chloe's and he kicked off his trainers in the hallway before entering the lounge. The music was loud, although she was no where to be seen as he looked around. There was something he could smell though - bleach. He followed his nose and ended up in the kitchen to find her standing at the sink with her back to him, wearing another one of his t-shirts, another pair of his sweatpants, with her hair tied back in a simple low pony tail and with bright yellow rubber gloves on her hands. Leaning against the wall, just inside the doorway, he smiled, she was obviously cleaning the sink and the mop and bucket he could see in one corner told him she'd also cleaned the floor. The nesting instinct had kicked in and he was glad she had a window and the french doors open to let out the strong smell of the bleach. She was humming along to the music, a track he recognised from a Fifty Shades of Grey movie they'd watched recently, and was swaying her hips. Today was a good day, one of her upbeat days; she deserved that because tomorrow was going to be a very difficult and emotional day for her, Catherine's funeral had come around very quickly and his wife's state of mind had been very up and down ever since her nan's passing. Every 'up' day she had, he embraced fully. Unable to resist her a moment longer, he quietly stalked across their large kitchen until he was behind her, where he swept his arms around her front.
"Shit!" She gasped and jumped, startled because she hadn't heard him come back from his run and didn't know he was here. "You made me jump, you bastard!" She removed her gloves and threw them into the sink, then turned to face him and swotted his chest.

"Sorry I just couldn't resist." He grinned sheepishly and kissed the tip of her nose. "You know I love seeing you dance."

"How long had you been watching me?"

"Not long." He answered truthfully. "Don't stop on my account though." He turned her around, sliding his hands over her bump, letting them come to a stop on her hips.

"I'm not dancing now. You've put me off." She stated flatly.

"Please liebe. You have no idea how breathtaking you look when you dance." He murmured into her ear, letting his lips brush over it lightly.

"No."

"Please." He began to sway his hips, trying to encourage her to move with him. He heard her huff out a breath, she placed her hands on top of his and after a beat, started swaying her hips in sync with his to the music, letting her head fall back against his shoulder and baring her neck to him.

She closed her eyes and relaxed her whole body, leaning back against his strong frame, letting the slow, sensual beat, deep bass and smooth vocals penetrate her entire being. She quickly found herself marvelling at the fluidity of Seb's hip action as his sways began to occasionally drift into rolls and gyrations. How had she not known this about him? He was good at this, really good. It wasn't long before she felt his hot breath fan over her skin, she shivered with ill concealed delight as his teeth grazed along the edge of her ear and then moaned softly as his lips delicately kissed just below her earlobe. When he then took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently on it, she could feel his actions pulling pleasurably low down inside her.