Covering her mouth with her palm, she passed him, her eyes frantically roaming around the dimly light living room. “What..what do you mean, it wasn’t there?..who could have taken it?” Her voice was choked when she spoke.

“Maybe Roman took it” thinking out loud always used to help her focus.

“Actually, Roman left the loft right after I talked to you this morning, he said he’s heading to the office” he sat on the cozy fabric of the sofa, his eyes always on her.

“I’ll go there tomorrow again, I’ll look it up. Maybe one of the girls took it out of the VCR and just misplaced it” he stood up to gently grab her hand “heyyy..it’ll be all right. We’ll find it. I’m sure” offering a comforting smile, was all he could do to help her calm some. She nodded, circling his torso with her arms, falling into his warm embrace.

 

He looked at her, she laid her head on the nuk of his shoulder, eyes closed, her breathing somewhat shallow. He smiled, she was so tired “Doc..” whispering into her ear “I’m gonna go. Go, get some sleep”

She straightened herself up, her eyelids heavy, she had a cute smile on “I’m sorry John, I’m just so tired..it’s been a long day.. I’m gonna stop by the house tomorrow morning, look for the tape again”

 

“Baby, you don’t need to explain, it’s ok. Come on, I’ll lock up” he kissed her forehead and watched her climbing up the staircase.

She stopped, turning to look at his smiling face “John, could you stay tonight? I’ll feel better to know you are here.. “

“Of course”

Marlena sent him a small kiss and headed to her bedroom.

He wanted to go upstairs with her, to hold her all night, but he knew she needed time to process and pushing her was not a part of the plan.

Locking the door from the inside, he laid his tired body on her sofa.

 

It was late, Roman sat at the bar.

He couldn't bear to go home, it wasn’t home anymore, not now that she’s not there and he had no one to blame but himself.

Why did he have to be such a jerk about it? My god, he watched the craziest man he has ever met, raping his unbelievably amazing wife and he blamed her. Her. When all she was is a victim in all of this. Although, he couldn’t take her back, not after what she did for him. Yes, it was for him. She loved him. He took the round glass of whiskey in his hand and gulp the beverage with one sip. He signed the bartender to pour him another one.

Yes, he was upset, he’s entitled to be fucking upset. He loved her to pieces and she, she loved him, but she loved John more.

He always knew she couldn’t really believe that John was him, could she?

Do they kiss the same? Talk the same? Fuck the same? No..I guess they didn’t.

He was getting angrier and drunker by the minute.

 

His eyes scanned the room, he saw a tall guy hitting the jukebox. A song he’s never heard before started playing ( “Her Lies”- by Asaf Avidan & The Mojos). Closing his eyes, he listen to the lyrics, yes, someone has written a song about her, goddammit! He couldn’t stop thinking of her, the way she smile when she walks into a room, the way her hair moves when she walks, swaying her perfect hips the way that she does.

It’s been such a long time since they had made love and now, now it’ll never happen.

Opening his eyes again he spotted a tall blonde, from behind, she might as well be Doc. He couldn’t stop imaging her.

He remembered the last time they had made love, she was a little drunk. Pushing him to the sofa, she got down and sat between his thighs, her trained fingers undoing his jeans.

Her eyes never leaving his while her wet tongue licked his member from bottom to top. He could feel himself twitching in his pants just by thinking about that.

He remembered how he grabbed her, lifted her to her feet, she straddled him, slowly lowering herself on his erect member, a long sigh escaped her lips. She wasn’t like that before he left. Something changed inside of her when he was gone. It was “his” doing. It turned him on and made him furious altogether.

“Fuck I need her” he muttered, placing the heavy glass on the bar.

Man, this woman, how he missed her, her love, her body, her lips, her lies.

He needed to see her, to kiss her, to fuck her. Without giving himself another minute of thought he took off.

 

The penthouse was quiet and dark. John couldn’t sleep, his mind drifted to last night, to what happened that morning but mostly he was thinking of her and how she felt when Roman saw the tape. He wished he could have been there for support. He loved her, with every fiber of his soul.

Closing his eyes he tried to focus on his breathing, maybe some kind of meditation could ease him into a deep sleep.

She was probably asleep by now, curled up to a sweet little ball underneath the covers.

He wanted to believe they could be together soon, knowing what she went through, only urged him to stay with her, to support her every way possible.

Just by hearing his name on her lips, he could feel his heart beating fast.

When they made love on the plane for the very first time after years apart, he felt like he was flying, losing all of his senses. He writhed when she screamed his name because he wasn’t supposed to interpret it as a sign of love.

She did love him. He knew that.

 

Sleep enveloped him. Finally. His mind was still teetering between both stages when he felt her soft lips against his closed mouth, at first it felt like he was dreaming. Her loud moan from deep inside of her made him realize that this was no dream.

Sending his hands he cupped her face, while still moving his tongue inside her mouth.

He didn’t expect any of this but he relished in it, there was no doubt about it.

“Doc” he blurted “wait... I think you should slow down baby.. “

“John” his name sounded like a wee whisper “I need to shut it all off, please” she spoke in between kisses.

“I couldn’t sleep, I need to feel you, I need to know that you care” her voice was oozing with passion.

“You know how much I care” His hands made their way in between her firm hips, she moaned into his open mouth.

A loud thump at the front door startled them both.

“Doc!”’they heard “open up!” It was Roman.

Pacing to the door, she lit the small light on the vanity.

Opening The door she saw him “Roman, it’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here?” She was concerned, he was drunk.

He looked miserable “You..you.. broke my heart...you did.. but! But I don’t blame you, nope ma’am I don’t! But!... Doc, sweetheart, I need you.. one last fucking time..I do..so come on.. “ he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his pelvis. She could already feel him hard against her stomach. It did nothing for her, it only made her sad that her action caused him this behavior.

She tried to push him but his hands were all over her “ Roman, you’re drunk.. I’ll call you a cab” pushing him away from her he got a quick glance behind her back than he saw him.

John.