Part Fifteen:

Bo opens the door and steps aside to allow her to walk in ahead of him. He quietly closes the door behind them and pauses in the foyer, watching her as she walks into the living room, running her hands over the cool leather of their couch. She turns and looks at him, a small smile on her face, “It seems like a lifetime since we’ve been here…together.”

He throws his keys down on the desk and slowly makes his way over to where she was standing. He takes her hand in his and places a soft kiss on top of her wedding rings, “I’m glad you’re home.” She caresses his face with her hand and smiles at him as he leads her over to the couch, “Here sit down, you need to get off your feet.”

“I’m fine, Bo. The baby’s fine. You don’t need to fuss.”

He situates himself on the couch so that he’s facing her. He places his hand on her stomach. She looks down at his hand and lays her hand on top of his. She looks back up at him and their eyes lock. He reaches out with his other hand and brushes a few strands of hair away from her cheek and tucks them behind her ear. He leans in and softly kisses her. He breaks their kiss, “I need to fuss over you and our baby, Nora, I want to fuss over you. We’re here together in our house for the first time in over six months; we have a new baby on the way, and a new hope for our future.” He looks down for a moment and then back into her amazing brown eyes, eyes that he loses himself in every time he looks in them, “I don’t know how long I’m going to have to be able to fuss over you,” she begins to protest, he places his finger over her lips, “We have to prepare ourselves for that fact, Red.”

“I’m going to get you out of this, Bo. Todd Manning is not going to hurt us ever again.”

“Regardless of what he’s done to us, I still came after him. I still put him in the hospital.”

She reaches out and places her hand on his cheek, “I don’t want to talk about Todd Manning or what’s going to happen three days from now at your hearing. All I want to do is be here with you, in our house, in our own little world where once again, no one else is invited.”

He leans in and rests his forehead against hers, “I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?”

She raises her eye brows, “Now that’s the best offer I’ve had in a long time.”

She jumps up off the couch and makes her way towards the stairs. She turns when she notices that he’s not following her. She tilts her head to the side, “What’s wrong?”

He looks up at her, eyes brimming with tears, “It’s just I’d given up hope that we’d ever find ourselves back here, like this…like it was before, it just seems like a dream.”

She walks back over to the couch and stands in front of him. She holds out her hand to him, “Well, it’s not a dream…it’s a new beginning.” He slips his hand in hers and together they head toward the stairs.

They touch and kiss each other as they make their way up the stairs. They make it halfway up the stairs before he turns and presses her against the wall, their tongues fully locked in a passionate kiss. He holds on to her hips, pulling her closer against him. She smiles against his mouth when she feels his desire pressed against her, only causing her to want him more. She looks up at him, her eyes glazed with passion.

His hands slowly make their way up her sides, causing her to laugh against his mouth for a moment, his touch tickling her, as he makes his way to her breasts. He runs his fingertips over her breasts, her nipples hardening against the thin material of her dress, as their bodies are pressed against one another.

He reaches around her, cupping his hands around her bottom, lifting her up a bit. He uses the wall as leverage as he lifts her all the way up, her legs wrapping around his waist, in one fluid motion. Her arms wrap around his neck as they deepen their kiss.

They make their way up the rest of the stairs towards their bedroom. He pushes the door open with his shoulder, their lips still locked together in their passionate duel. Her legs are still wrapped tightly around his waist as he makes his way over to the dresser. He presses her against it as he reaches around her to turn on the radio.

The soulful strains of the music coming from the radio fill the air as she slowly slides down his body until she stands pressed between him and the dresser. He lays his hands on her hips pulling her into the bathroom.

She brings her lips back down onto his, parting his lips with her tongue, deepening their kiss. He turns her around, still moving their bodies to the music as they make their way towards the shower. His hands move lower on her hips, sliding down her leg, finally making their way under her dress.

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingertips softly brush across her. Her nails dig in a bit harder as he continues to brush his fingers over her, teasing her. They look deep into each other’s eyes as he slowly backs her against the counter. She reaches up and pulls him down to her, once again parting his lips with her tongue as his hands continue to run up and down the side of her legs, the thin material of her dress barely causing a barrier between his fingers and her bare skin.

He breaks their kiss; their eyes locking once again as he reaches behind her neck and loosens the ties that confine her dress to her. They continue to look into each other’s eyes as he slowly lowers the bodice of her dress, revealing her sheer strapless bra. He lowers his lips onto her chest, kissing across her collarbone before traveling lower, his tongue slipping between her breasts, as his fingertips brush lightly across her.

She arches her back as his tongue travels across the top of her breasts, caressing her soft skin. He reaches between them, unhooking the clasp of her bra, brushing his hands across her breasts as he slides the material from her skin. He runs his fingertips lightly along the outside of her breasts, barely making contact with her, as he takes her mouth in another passionate kiss.

His fingers slip into the waistband of her silk panties, hooking the sides as he slowly lowers them over her hips. She reaches between them and slowly unbuckles his belt, pulling it from his pants, dropping it onto the floor beside them. She unbuttons his pants, allowing them to fall to his feet. He steps out of them, kicking them behind him, as his hands continue to explore her body. Her fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. She leans in and kisses down his chest as she slips the shirt down his arms until it lies in the growing pile at their feet.

He wraps his arms around her once again, pulling her towards the shower. He reaches around her and turns on the water. They step into the shower, the hot water cascading down their bodies as he pulls her close, kissing her passionately as the room fills with steam. He slowly backs her up against the wall of the shower, their bodies pressed against each other as they deepen their kiss.

It doesn’t take long for the passion between them to reach a fevered pace, their hands seeking out the other, as their tongues continue their seductive duel. He reaches behind her, lifting her off her feet, as he slowly slips inside her. Their dance continues, the once hot water turning cold before they step out of the shower.

Moments later they make their way back into their bedroom. They lay spooned perfectly against one another. Bo pulls her even tighter, resting his head against her shoulder as he leans in to kiss her hair; inhaling the scent of the shampoo he just finished washing her hair with. He kisses her neck, before whispering in her ear, “I love you, Nora Buchanan. I never imagined six months ago that we’d be here. But here we are, together again, and I’m never letting you go.”

She turns around to face him, reaching out to run her finger down his face, “I love you too, Bo Buchanan, and I want to spend every day telling you that, and every night showing you. The love I have for you is the best part of me and I am so lucky that I have the chance once again to share the best part of me with you.”

A storm begins to roll across the sky as the passion between them begins once again. He begins to kiss her shoulder, making his way down her arm, as their need for each other builds once again. She rolls onto her back, his hands seeking out her body as they begin their dance…

She wraps her hands around his neck pulling him back down to her. Their kiss deepens as his hands seek out her breasts. After a moment he breaks their kiss, his mouth now caressing her skin. She arches her back causing him to take more of her into his mouth. His other hand caresses her as his mouth continues its sensual assault.

His hands move lower reaching once again under the sheets, brushing lightly along the inside of her thigh as he seeks out what he’s searching for. She inhales quickly at his touch. He continues to caress her breast with his tongue as his finger slips in and out of her, teasing her with his movements. She reaches above her, gripping the headboard, her knuckles turning white as her grip tightens with each caress.

He reaches up with his one hand, removing her hand from the headboard, laying it above her head, their fingers intertwined. She brings their hands to her lips, kissing them once before dropping their hands beside her. She reaches out with her other hand; his breath catching in his throat when her fingers lightly brush across him.

He moves from beside her until he’s straddled over her. He sits up and looks at her lying there in front of him, her skin flushed with unreleased passion, her breathing quick and steady. She reaches out and lays her hand over his rapidly beating heart. He takes her hand off his chest and intertwines his fingers with hers, taking her other hand in his once again and drawing them high above her head. He leans in close and whispers in her ear, “You’re so beautiful, so very beautiful. You take my breath away.”

She leans up and kisses him, a tear escaping from her eyes, “Now, Bo…make love to me now.”

She releases a deep moan as he slowly slips inside of her. His movements start out slow, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm; as though they were dancing.

She wraps her long legs around him drawing him deeper within her. They stare into each other’s eyes. The emotions playing across their faces and reflected in each other’s eyes continue to bring them closer to the edge. They know what each look, each moan, each catch of their breath meant. They knew what the other wanted, what they needed with just a look; words have never been needed.

His movements quicken, her hips moving to meet his. Their pace intensifies just as the skies light up and the thunder begins to roll across the sky. The skies open up in a mid summer thunder storm. The rain beats down on the roof, giving them a new song to ‘dance’ to as they continue to move in perfect harmony.

The lightening once again streaks across the sky, the thunder clapping so loudly it drowns out their voices as they call out each other’s names in ecstasy; their bodies finally giving into their release

They lay together afterward, their hearts still racing, their breaths coming rapidly as they come down from their lovemaking. After a moment he rolls her on top of him. She sits up, straddling him, their bodies still intertwined in the most intimate way possible.

He looks at her, her skin still flushed, her heart still racing. He reaches out, running his finger down her body; starting under her chin, making his way down her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach. He smiles, “You feel so good,” he whispers, his hand resting on her still flat stomach.

She reaches down and places her hand on top of his, “We’re going to do this, Bo. We’re going to make it after all.”

“Without a doubt, Red, without a doubt. No matter what you’re stuck with me.”

She rolls off of him and he pulls her close, their bodies once again spooned together. They lay in silence for a while, the rain beating down on the roof of the old converted barn the only other sound in the room.

They fall asleep to the sound of the rain, their bodies finally sated. He awakes a few hours later, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at her while she sleeps, taking in the line of her face as the moonlight dances across it, the glow of her hair as the embers from the fire in the fireplace play across it.

He memorizes every thing about her as she lays there beside him, the sheets barely covering her. He thinks back to the changes her body went through when she was pregnant with Sarah, how they celebrated some, and how he held her and tried not to laugh as she cried over others.

As he watches her sleep he continues to burn her image into his mind, his eyes filling with tears, as he watches the rise and fall of her chest, the fear of what lies ahead overwhelming him. Even in sleep her hand lies lovingly across her stomach, and in that moment he falls in love with his wife all over again.

TBC….