Chapter Forty Two ~ Talk the Talk...Can You Walk the Walk

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Melanie Pov

Later on that night...

I had just finished pouring myself a cup of tea along with a cup for my dad. We had just finished eating dinner and was sitting down watching a movie.

"It's been a long time since it's been you and me watching a movie together."

"I think the last time was right after mom died."

"It was."

"I miss her every day especially when I see you. Melanie you have grown up into a fine young woman and your mother would be just as proud as I am. You still make my chest poke out."

"Thanks daddy. We both have come a long way and I'm thrilled to see you moving around again."

"I have Marc, the doctors and especially you to thank. You never gave up on your old man even when he did."

"You did the work. Look at you, I wouldn't be surprised if Ms. Denicola down the street didn't ask you out for dinner."

"She has but I keep turning her down."

"Why?"

"I don't think I'm ready to date."

"Nonsense. You're a good looking man, intelligent, have moves smooth like Jaggar, still have all your teeth, a good retirement and a sexy bald head," I said rubbing it and laughing.

"You think I still got it?"

"Drop some of that Barry White and then let me know."

"What am I going to do with you, Mel?"

"I guess you have to keep me."

"I wouldn't trade you for the world."

"Same here Barry." We both laughed as the credits scrolled across the television.

"I'm headed up to bed."

"I am too daddy. Just let me rinse these cups out." I did and followed him up the stairs. He kissed me and we hugged before we parted ways.

I closed the door and headed to the bathroom to take a bath. I took off my clothes. Looking in the mirror I caught a glimpse of my nude body. Looking at the scars made me mad. The indentations from the pins and severed skin was like a horror movie. I never thought about my injuries until this very moment. I knew they were there but to ashamed to admit it.

I turned and my back was worse. Even after months, my skin was still trying to get back to its original color. I could still see the incision from where the rod was inserted and remove. I definitely wouldn't be wearing a strapless anytime soon.

"Damn you Alfred!" I never thought I could hate someone as much as I hated him. He lucky that train got to him before I did. I sat on the side of the tub and put my face in my hands. Visions of that day mocked me. I looked up and my hands were literally shaking.

It's over Mel! Yes it might have but I still had the battle scars. I wondered when Marc looked at them did he get grossed out about them? Maybe that was the real reason why he didn't want to go all the way. Looking at my scars was too much, that had to be it.

I would have thought the minute I said I was able to do the do he would have been jumping my bones but he didn't. Yep that had to be it, he just wasn't interested. What we did in his office earlier was just a quick fix although it was good but this was the first time he didn't give me what I completely wanted.

The phone rang and I grabbed it off the counter. Looking down it was Marc.

"Hello?" I took a deep breath.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah."

"Did your dad make it over?"

"Yes Marc. He's headed to bed." I leaned over the tub and turned on the water. I added some bubbles and some lavender bath beads.

"Is that water I hear?"

"Yes. I was going to take a bath," it came out a little acerbic than I intended.

"Well I have a little confession to make?"

"What would that be?"

"Ever since I left the office I can't get the image of you on my desk out of my head. Whenever I get a free thought, I think of that perfect body arched giving in to me. It's like a poetic reflection coming to life."

"It's not perfect damn it! I have scars. You don't have to be facetious Marc, I see what it looks like and it's no where close. I can see why you truly been ignoring me these last few days. Come to think about it, you hold me but that was the farthest you would go. Today you did that just to take me out of my misery. You gave me a mercy orgasm to pacify me."

"Wait a mercy what? Stop. I know what you are thinking and it's so not true. Why do you doubt me really wanting you?"

"I don't doubt...its just, maybe I do oh gawd I..."

"Mel you have no idea how many times I've wanted to take you. I dreamt about the things I wanted to do to you but that wasn't what you needed. You needed me to show you how much I truly loved you and even at desolate times I needed to be your support. I knew soon that wall you built up was going to come down."

"What do you mean?"

"You faced a serious trauma sweetheart. It's okay to finally respond to that but I will not watch you tear yourself apart. What Alfred did to you was irrefutable. He hurt you which in terms warranted me to make him go away where he could never hurt you again. To see you in pain, pained me too and I never want to see you suffer like that again. You're strong Mel, a fighter. What I've learned from you is to never give up even through the bad times, we can conquer all. Those scars are apart of you and they don't change how I feel about you."

I wiped the loose tears from my eyes.

"Although these last six months have been difficult for us physically, I realized that in spite of the hurdles that are thrown at us, we were able to overcome them. We have a strong connection but during that time I wanted you to know that our relationship wasn't just about sex. When you couldn't walk and to watch you will yourself, it showed strength. Marc Hernandez don't like weak women and my woman, the one I'm so in love with, is one of the strongest women I know."

I wiped another tear away.

"See you have me all in my feelings. I think it's the love we have for another and the bond we share. I'm not perfect as I said before but you really do make me a better man."

"All in your feelings uh? What have you been reading?" I giggled wiping another tear away.

I heard him chuckle.

"Do you really love me Melanie like you say you do? Do you trust me?"

"I really do love and trust you. I didn't think you would have been the man of my dreams, but I was totally wrong. Even being Mr. Asshole at times, I still love you."

"Oh so you still calling me that?"

"He's one of the best parts of you, because that's when I know, that you're not taking nothing off anyone especially me. It makes you hard but sexy as hell."

He chuckled. "It's business nothing personal."

"It use to work my last nerve, but I'm willing to love him too but only to a certain point. I would hate to have to kick his butt."

"Oh really?"

"Yep!" I said easing in the water.

"Well when I get home, let's see how tough you really are."

"Oh I'm ready," I laughed covering myself with bubbles. Liar! Are you willing to show your imperfections? Maybe I needed to rethink my answer.

"Marc I really wished you were here. This is the first night I won't have you here with me and I have a feeling it's going to be a rough one."

"It won't be that bad. Let me guess you will wear wool pajamas because you're always cold? I'm telling you when I get back, I'm burning all one-hundred pairs. I want you nice and naked every night."

"You better not touch my Victoria Secret pajamas."

"I don't care whose's secret it is, but I won't stand for them."

"But they are comfortable."

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were hiding something."

I remained silent putting the phone on speaker so I could wash off.

"I hope not. I might have joked before but there is nothing like being in your arms at night and waking up in them too. Call me a softy, but the intimacy between us I just absolutely love."

I got out the tub. There were the tacky scars again almost ridiculing me. Maybe a plastic surgeon could take them away. I could make an appointment as soon as possible. Maybe until then I could keep the lights off, stay under the covers or even expose certain parts of my body instead of blinding him all at once. Yep that's what I would do.

"When I come back I promise you and I will take a trip. We can go wherever you want. You can call Reba or a travel agent and we can go for a few weeks. I want you to be happy and I want to be the man that puts that's beautiful smile on your face everyday."

"Okay I will. As soon as you get back I don't want to hear you can't go. I could see us sailing in the Mediterranean drinking wine and dancing."

"Or making love in the sand or a little Caveman or Cavegirl action inside of a cliff. Yeah I like that much better."

"You're a sexaholic, maybe I need to be finding you a treatment center instead."

"Who can talk Miss. I'mFeeningforyourlove."

"I change my mind. I think instead I should have plastic surgery."

"For what?" He blew out a deep breath.

"Maybe you're right, I should take it easy. The doctor said I'm close to being myself again and now I'm rushing it." I looked at my naked body and quickly put the towel on.

"What you need is the Marc Hernandez Stress Reliever. I hear it can do the trick. I swear if you knew how much pent up sexual energy I have we would both combust."

"Marc please."

"You know your man, me, lays it down real good?"

"Stop it Marc." I sat on the bed.

"You have no idea what you do to me physically and emotionally. You have turned me into a feen and I can't get enough of you." He moaned a little giving me a hint of what he wanted to do.

"I would hate for you to drown so I should be good, I'm sorry. See what you do to me?"

"I'm actually sitting on the bed."

"Even better. Let's play a game."

"What kind of game?"

"A fun game. All you have to do is follow my lead."

"You're not going to make me do anything crazy?"

"I promise you will absolutely love it."

"Okay."

"Inside the desk on the right hand side there is a Bluetooth earpiece. I want you to get it and put it in your ear." I walked over and slid out the drawer and sure enough it was there. I turned it on and a green light came on.

"Did the light turn green?"

"Yes."

"Good. You can press the blue button on the left hand corner of your phone and then you don't have to hold it anymore. Then I want you to put it on the stand next to the television and turn the television on."

I did and somehow my core started to tingle. Moments later Marc appeared on the middle of the screen. He was lying in bed looking directly at me.

I smiled covering my mouth. Technology was going to be my saving grace. I would ask later how all this came to be, but right now I wanted to do a jig.

"I want you to stand in front of the long mirror and I just want you to look at your reflection. I want you to see what I see." I did waiting on his next command.

"I want you to loosen up the towel and let it drop to the floor." 

I hesitated. Did he not hear me earlier? Why was he doing this? I could easily turn the light off and put on the lamp. Surgery after surgery was depicted on my flesh. I had seen them all but I wasn't quite ready for him too.

I walked over to the light switch and turned it off. I quickly turned on the lamp.

"No you don't. Turn that light back on Melanie."

"No!"

"I swear if you don't your ass will be bruised for days. Turn on the gotdamn light this instant."

"You should be able to see me just fine."

"I can't. There are too many shadows. Either you want to play or you don't. What will it be?"

"Fine! Urgh!" I turned the lamp off and then turned the main light back on. I stood back in the same spot and crossed my arms.

"Take it off Melanie."

I continued to hesitate. I knew he loved me and if he technically saw me in the true flesh, this could be over. Every time I showered, I wouldn't let him watch or I took it when he was gone. Yes I wanted sex but I figured it would be fast or with the lights off so that he wouldn't have time to really focus on them. He had seen the scars but not in their entirety. This would be the first time he would see the full reminder of Alfred's revenge.

I swallowed hard with my hands nearly gripping the top of the towel.

"Melanie, baby you don't have to be afraid. I'm right here."

My lips twitched. I was nervous as hell.

"I want to see the real you. I want you to see you."

"I can't. I see them everyday. I don't need to subject myself to this." I paused. "I don't want to see the real me." I could feel wetness clouding my vision.

"I love you Mel. In order to love someone you have to love yourself. Neither one of us is perfect. I don't expect you to be, you would be boring."

He made me chuckle. Maybe I was being to hard on myself. They always say it's the inside that counted.

"Close your eyes Mel."

I swallowed this time with a lump in my throat. I slowly closed my eyes. It was quiet. I just stood there until I heard a noise. I quickly opened them and he was gone from the screen. I panicked until I saw him walking up towards me.

"You're here?"

"I couldn't leave you so I turned around."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Being a whiney baby."

He chortled at my words and removed the earpiece.

"JJ can handle it tonight. I will finish up in the morning. You're more important than this deal." He kissed me on the forehead and pulled me in a hug. His cologne was my turn on. Being in his arms was my drug. He stroked the back of my hair as I closed my eyes enjoying the moment.

"I don't want you to be scared. No more light offs unless we are going to bed. And I don't want it fast, you are not just a fuck, you are the woman that I admire and plan to hold on too," he whispered in my ear and my body paused.

"I know you better than you know yourself sweetheart." He raised back with that smirk on his face.

Maybe he did know me better than I knew myself. What woman wouldn't want a man that really knew them from the inside out? I was afraid of what I would uncover but he wasn't.

I stood still while he stared down at me. Our eyes were locked and his were begging me to trust him. This was different from every other time with him. I was fighting away my insecurities, my rawness, the brokenness of my self assurance. This was my test of talk the talk...but was I able to walk the walk?

"You never have to be afraid as long as you are with me." He slowly pulled the towel away from my body never taking his eyes off of me. The towel slowly fell from my body leaving me completed naked and vulnerable. My reaction was to pick it up and forget this but just as the thought hit me, I felt his hands covering mine. He brought them to his lips and kissed them.

I exhaled.

He brought me closer to him and raised my chin where he kissed me on the cheek. He kissed me along my jawline and down to my neck where I stroked the top of his head. I could feel his hands grazing across my back and down my spine. He raised back up and turned me around to face my reflection in the mirror.

I looked straight ahead as his hands started from my hips up to my sides. He kissed me along my neck and his hands traced lines up my stomach up to my breasts where he paused and looked at me. We stood there silently.

"You are beautiful to me no matter what. Trust me, trust yourself."

The words were comforting. I needed to let go. If he saw that then why be afraid?

He took off his shirt and pulled me back to him where we were skin to skin. Hugging me from behind I rested my head under his chin. Standing there staring at our reflection was not only calming but the anxiety for slowly floating away.

I stood there as he kissed all my scars and cuts. He started from the top of my head all the way down my body leaving not a patch of skin untouched. My body was wavering ready to take the plunge. The touch of his lips against my skin was so..."oh gawd."

He brushed his lips against mine and then started to nibble on them. He ran his tongue over my lips tracing them with the tip. It felt so divine. He moved down to my chest using his fingers to guide his lips down. Moving back up he fondled my ears, tracing his fingertips down the small of my back.

"Tell me where do you want me to touch you," he whispered against my earlobe. "I want you to take my hand and show me."

I took it and glided it across my breast where he followed using his lips. They were soft and my buds instantly hardened to the point I needed relief. I guided his head where he lightly caressed them and worked them gently taking much care and attention to them.

It felt so good. I was so ready for him to take me it was a shame. He worked his way down to my stomach, then my thighs. He held on to me and I found my knees getting weak. Rising up we both ended up looking at each other in the mirror. He walked in front of me making a three-sixty. My eyes followed in pursuit. Holding out his hand, I took it where he lead me to the bed.

Standing in front of me I went to unbuckle his pants but he pulled back. I reached forward again and he pulled back again.

"Why are you pulling away?"

"Because tonight it's all about you."

"Well I want..."

"This is not about what you want but about what you need. There is more to love making than a lay. It's intimacy from a simple touch or even a whisper. I want to show you. I want a deeper connection with you. I want you to totally be mine and never have to worry that I'm not attracted to you emotionally and physically. Let me prove that to you. Let me cater to you."

I nodded where he laid me on my back and went back to work seducing my body. He was right. Between his hands caressing my skin and his lips searing in places that most women would blush on, this dominant had taken total control over my body.

My back arched as the flames of my hidden cave were enraged with pleasure. Lifting myself up, he speared my folds working that tongue of seduction causing my lower half to gyrate to his ministrations. I couldn't hold back, my moans became grunts and my fingers dug in the side of the bed.

"Oooooooooooooooh," was all that came out. My body sizzled as I laid back and he wrapped my legs around his neck. His hands moved slowly up my sides and up along the side of my neck. He had pushed my arms above my head keeping them secure as he went in for the kill stroke. His fingers parted my lips and I sucked them as if I was sucking on a lollipop. My body seized again and again.

He wasn't rough but somehow my body was responding to every single move he made. Again I seized, three times my body shook causing me to want more.

He laid my legs flat as I tried to recover. He climbed in behind and brought me back to him. He kissed my shoulder and then made his way to my neck. His arm wrapped around me gently massaging my breasts where his fingers began to descend further down into my drenched and aching folds. My legs automatically opened anticipating his divine touch. Before I could take my next breath, his thumb and finger had started a mirage of seduction.

"Marc..., yes oh yes," I said wrapping my arm behind me pulling him closer. Our bodies were forging ahead I could feel him nice and ready behind me.

The artistry of his fingers proved that he could not only get the job done but he was the master of my

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