It was over and done, Roman never wanted this to happen but she has left him no choice. He sat at the bar, looking over his shoulder every once in a while, glancing at all the happy people.
Fools.

They were dining and dancing, enjoying their full, wonderful life, without knowing this kind of pain.

Leaving her was never an option, it would never be something that he’ll do with his right mind, but this was beyond everything he could endure.

He had known her, in more ways than one, he was inside her,  inside her heart, this could never be undone. She was John’s. Utterly and completely his. He was a fool to ever think, she would be able to love him the same again.

So he let her go. He signed these damn papers and let her go.

 

They took the lift, making their way up to “Tuscany”, the elevator was always too slow but right now she couldn’t care less. She was free. Free to love this man, free to express it.

At first, she was unsettled, couldn’t believe her marriage to Roman was really over. This was not the way she would have wanted this to be over but then again, it’s been a week and a half ever since Roman finally signed the divorce papers. The feeling of liberty enveloped her after the grief faded.

Looking at herself in the big elevator mirror she was pleased. Her white spaghetti straps dress clanged wonderfully to the curves of her waist, the rim of the dress ended just a couple of inches above her knees. John always loved that she showed more skin. Usually, she wouldn’t wear it, not in public anyway, but ever since last week she was walking around with this ridiculous sense of raw, carnal sexual feeling.

Marlena couldn’t shake it, nor did she know where it came from. Choosing to not wear a bra tonight Marlena, felt her erect nipples against the silky fabric of the dress.

It did not go unnoticed by John, as he stood behind her, encircling his arms around her waist, locking his fingers on her abdomen.

“You look gorgeous tonight Doc, but then again, you always do” John’s smile shined through his reflection seeing her smiled back at him, he loved her smile, it made him feel like he was the only man alive like everything was all right with the world.

“Thank you, Sailor!” Teasing him, turning to face him when the lift arrived on its floor.

 

He knew they would be here tonight. He has heard her conversation with John that morning, making plans.

John.

How he loathed this man.

Ever since last week, John was at her office more and more often, Kit couldn’t stand it, their cute small talks, stolen kisses when they think no one’s watching but he did, oh yes he did.

In fact, all he could do right now is watch. Watch as this man touch her, kiss her and soon, he would probably make love to her again.

Making a reservation for one, he has asked for the most secluded table in “Tuscany”.

Catching a familiar giggling, his eyes wandered the busy room and there she was, my god, she looked beautiful. Even from afar, he noticed her erect nipples, the vision sent shivers down his spine, reliving in his mind the day he had finally touched her. The way she squirmed underneath his probing fingers with just the slightest touch, her breathing ragged, uneven. His pants felt tighter, he had to pace himself, he would have her and when he does, she’ll be completely at his mercy.

 

Maggie had arranged them a fine table, right next to the dance floor.

John kept looking at her, could not believe this day had finally arrived, a day, like today, that he could take his lady out to a restaurant without the need to hide, without the fear of someone seeing them together. She appeared to be so relaxed, quiet. Her spaghetti straps keep sliding down her firm arms, ever once in a while, she sent her long fingers to raise them back.

“Tell me” John spoke “how’s the mentoring going? I mean, I’ve seen you mentoring before but this time, I don’t know, there’s something different about you, can’t put my finger on it” he leaned forward, placing his warm palms on her hands.

They were cool to the touch, he would need to work on warming her up.

“ there’s something different about Kit. He’s very bright and funny. In some ways, he reminds me of you sometimes” she smiled, he frowned “me? Well, I suppose you miss me during daytime more than you know it..” his sly smile made her giggle

“ Ha! Well, I guess I have… missed you.. a lot” he could feel her foot rubbing his Calves,  her eyes sending him sensual looks.

“Than I’ll have to take that as a challenge. I would just have to make sure to visit you on a daily basis”

Standing up he offered her his hand, realizing he wanted to dance she couldn’t help but smile.

It’s been a while since she last danced, especially in “Tuscany” it was always too bright to dance there but now, the lightning was dimly lit, it complimented her skin, or so she thought.

Placing her dainty hand in his palm, he guided her to the dance floor, the slow song that was on faded away and jazz sexy tune begun. ( “You shook me”  by Willie Dixon).

Placing his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body, they swayed to the music. She held her hands around his nap, playing with his hair every once in a while, she loved doing that, she had missed all the smallest things about their relationship.

Occasionally, a wondered hand drifted off lower to caress her behind, they were in public so he kept it to the minimum. Lord, he had to pull down all his stops to not take her there, right on the dance floor.

 

He closed his eyes, taking another sip from his whiskey.

“Man, I wish I could swap places with this guy.. woof, she’s hot..” the bartender said, simply throwing random sentences to the air. Was he talking to him, he didn’t know and couldn’t care less, still, he turned his head to see what was he talking about. Then he saw her. Them.

“Fu..” he muttered “just what I needed..” frustration took the best of him but he wouldn’t let it show so he kept watching them. For a moment it seemed that the room stood still, as though every single person was under a spell, no one could take their eyes away from them.

 

Her forehead pressed against his, both eyes were closed now, still swaying to the smooth sounds, she felt him getting harder and harder against her stomach, the sensation sent highly erotic vibes all through her body. It’s been such a long time since they were intimate, she has missed being with him so.

 

The song was sensual, although he liked darker music, it didn’t mind him staring at her.

John's stolen strokes on her ass made him angry, furious that these weren’t his hands touching her.

He knew that she was totally unaware to what has occurred in her office a week and a half ago but he cherished every bit of it, he remembers hearing her breathing, watching these full parted lips, asking him, no, begging him for her release, yet, he didn’t comply.

He would have her, on his terms. Love would have nothing to do with it, it’s going to be rough, carnal, animalistic sex and he couldn’t wait.

 

Roman rolled his eyes for the umpteen time, the song had finally died and it appeared as they were heading back to their table. John fucking Black and his sexy wife, oh no, his ex-wife.

Ex-wife, he has never used this term on her before and it felt wrong.

Standing up, he couldn’t take this sight anymore.

 

“I’ve missed dancing with you,” she said while John moved his chair closer to her, he didn’t want to keep away from her body for one more second.

Marlena fixed her hair, gazing into his blue orbs, a huge grin Smeared on her beautiful face.

“I love dancing with you Doc and that song, man, very sexy, just like my lady here... which I hope has every intention of “shaking” me tonight as well” He laughed when she lovingly hit his left forearm

“you goof!” Her smile faded into one of her bedroom expression “you know I will..” her experienced hand sent under the tablecloth, squeezing his inner thigh. She watched him closing his eyes, inhaling deeply.

Delighted by the sensation, it made her hot and she couldn’t wait for them to get back home.

 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t they happy couple! Mr. Black and the lovely Dr. Evans!” Roman’s comment threw them by surprise, her hand bounced back on top of the table.

“Roman, fancy meeting you here” Marlena was the first one to respond, he was clearly drunk again. Why was he always drunk? Her mind drifted for a second but he pulled her back in “yeah very fancy, well, I hope you’re having an enjoyable night. I’ve heard the shrimps are a must! Yeah, well, I’m leaving, have a nice fucking evening “ rambling, he continued on his way to the entrance to catch an elevator.

Marlena granted John with an apologizing look when she stood up, he sighed, nodding his head as a sign of approval, he hated what it’s doing to Roman but he also hated seeing Marlena that affected by his nasty remarks.

 

“Roman wait, please wait” he already pressed the button, watching as the red light around the button lit.

“Doc, why don’t you get back to your date, huh?” he smirked.

“I would but first, I want to talk to you. I know that you are hurting, please talk to me” she placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

Turning around, he gazed at her, straight into her hypnotizing eyes, these eyes used to look at him with such need, with such desire but all he could see now was just sympathy.

“Save it, Marlena. Don’t worry about me anymore... I’m good”

The lift arrived at its destination, he got in, while it closed he took a quick glance at her eyes again, yes, he was still in love.

Dammit.