'Cause I don't wanna lose you now, I'm looking right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my hear that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now and I'll tell you baby, it was easy coming back into you once I figured it out

You were right here all along

-Mirrors by Justin Timberlake

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I feel like you guys should know this but ehm, MATURE CONTENT ahead. Skip over  towards the middle if you don't want to read it.

DELILAH

Fireworks.

Galaxies.

The whole universe.

I felt them all collide and melt into mush when Liam's lips met mine in a fiery kiss. It had all happened so fast, first we were arguing then he was on his feet, pressing his lips to mine. I couldn't fight him; didn't want to. I had been needing his touch for far too long. "You," he murmured. "I want you."

"You have me," I replied breathless.

I responded much too eagerly to his touch, my body arching into his while he ravished my mouth. His tongue seeked out my own while his hands left no part of my body unexplored. With lips going down to my neck and jaw he showed me just how much he wanted me by murmuring it into my skin.

My lips parted in a silent gasp when he bit down on my shoulder sending a bolt of elecricity straight to my core. He was backing me up against the wall, his hands going down the front of my body, teasing my breasts and then my thighs, ignoring the places that most needed his touch.

I'd forgotten how his expert hands could make me feel. He set every part of me ablaze. My body, my heart, my soul, everything was on fire because of him, for him. He had been the first man in my life and the only one that mattered.

I moaned softly when his hand came to rest between my legs, cupping me. The low groan that left his throat told me liked how ready I was for him. It was obvious through my dampened panties I was right where he wanted me.

"Bed," I whispered.

I felt him smirk against my skin before his eyes met mine with a teasing glint in them. "Not yet," was his answer as he began working my underwear down. My breathing came in low pants as they slid down my legs and I was left exposed. After searching for any hesitation on my part, Liam once again took my lips in his, easing the nerves that had suddenly appeared.

Liam knelt in front of me, looking straight at the part of my body that craved him the most. He pushed my legs open more, running a single finger over my slick folds, making me tremble just at the touch. With his gaze steady on mine he brought his mouth to me, humming in appreciation as soon as he made contact.

"Liam," I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue tasted me while his hands held my thighs apart almost forcefully. My fingers tangled in his hair pulling away or maybe pushing him closer to me aching core, I wasn't sure anymore. All I knew was that his tongue was becoming my undoing faster than I anticipated. When his mouth latched over my swollen nub, I bucked against him and he stopped any movement coming from my eager hips.

"Not yet," he rasped.

I didn't know how much I'd be able to take. When he pushed a finger inside me, I welcomed it. Even then it wasn't enough. I needed him to feel whole.

He increased the pace of his finger while his tongue flicked over me in a slow, torturous pace. I felt it building, felt how it was going to overtake my body in just a few seconds. I was so close, so damn close and then... he stopped. He stood up, towering over my near orgasmic bliss, cradling my face in one of his hands while he brought his leg between my own, locking me into place.

"You taste even better than I remember," he whispered. I didn't get a chance to reply before his lips were on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, on his lips but didn't give a damn. All that I cared about was the fact that this was actually happening.

"Oh fuck," I cried out when I felt the tip of him nudging my entrance. I had been so consumed in our kiss that I hadn't even noticed that he'd pulled his pants down.

"Wouldn't you like that?" He asked with a small smirk.

"You would too," I breathed. "Oh god." He brought my leg around his waist as he pushed into me slowly, stretching me out for the first time in five years. He gritted his teeth, groaning softly as I enveloped him completely. Something changed in that moment; there was still lust and carnal desire in his eyes, mine probably looked the same, but the minute he was inside me it was as if the world stopped, just for us.

He was home. It wasn't just raw fucking, it was our two flawed and troubled souls coming together as one. Liam felt it too, a small smile etching on to his handsome face as he placed a feather light kiss on my lips.

It was almost painful. The few other men I'd been with... They were nothing compared to Liam. His gaze was fixed on my face and my still covered chest. He let me get used to his size for a few seconds... and then he started. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he moved inside me, with slow, deep thrusts. I whimpered every time he pushed into me, because even though his movements were slow they hit all the right places.

"Fucking perfect," he muttered not breaking eye contact and picking up the pace. My fingers dug into his back for support.

It was all too much. The intensity of his eyes, of his thrusts... The unspoken words between us. And that's how he built me up, driving me over the edge without warning. I cried out, bucking my hips against his and throwing my head back against the wall. He didn't stop though, pushing into me all throughout.

I was so overwhelmed with what he'd caused that I didn't feel myself being picked up and then moved over to the bed. He pulled the shirt I was still wearing off, exposing my up until then, neglected breasts.

His tongue circled each of them, devouring them in the way that only he could. No other man would ever make me feel what he did, no one ever could, not even while I was away. His hand went between my legs while he ravished my chest. Soft bite marks were left on my body and good God, I didn't care. He could do with me as he pleased and I wouldn't have any objection.

Once again he settled between my legs and kissed me, not giving me a chance to think before he pushed inside once again. This time was different than the other though. There was no gentleness in his thrusts or in the way he kissed me.

I moaned in pleasure and pain as he brought my limp legs and wrapped them around his waist, reaching deeper than before. "Come on," he grunted. "Take it."

And like he owned it, my body obeyed. I reached back, holding on to the pillows because I was sure I was falling, smashing against hard ground every time he pushed into me with desperation.

He pulled all the way out before slamming back in. I was a moaning, writhing mess. It was too much. It was everything. And I knew it wasn't just the sex, but the fact that it was him.

Short, erratic thrusts; that was all it took for us to come apart together. He groaned into my neck and I cried out his name He didn't stop moving, drawing out our intense climax as much as he could.

He buried his face in my neck, placing a soft kiss there. Finally, I was in his arms like I always would have been had I never left. 

Liam pulled back and a slow smile crept on his face. I returned it ans soon, we both erupted into laughter. He cradled my face in his hands, his eyes shining with undiluted happiness. This had meant as much to him like it did to me. 

I sighed content and sated, nuzzling into his warm embrace. "That was amazing," I whispered.

"Mmhm, it was," he said placing a kiss on my head. "You feel as good as I remember."

I bit my lip, feeling shy at his statement. "You do too," I replied. 

"We have so much still to discuss." His grip tightened as he spoke the words, as if he was afraid that the words would make me run away once again. 

"I know," I said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Liam tilted my chin up so that he could see my face. What I saw in his took my breath away. "No, not tonight." I closed my eyes, savoring his gentle caress and the fluttering feeling in my belly. "It's you," he whispered. "It's always been you."

I pressed a kiss on the palm of his hand and he leaned down, kissing me slow and sweet. His hand traveled down my body, as if having me this close and naked to him wasn't enough. It would never be enough. We couldn't fight the strong connection between us. It had been there since we were teenagers.

We were destined to be together no matter how much we fought it or even the pain that we'd caused, that I'd caused. I didn't want to lose him, I didn't want to lose Adrian. I had been wrong all those years ago thinking that running was the safest option. Perhaps staying would have been harder, more challenging. But it also would have been the most fulfilling. I would have had Liam by my side and I would have watched my son grow up. 

"Stop thinking," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "It's in the past. We can get through it."

"You forgive me?" I asked him. 

He was silent for a long time and I dreaded his answer. What if he could never get over what I did? I couldn't blame him but could I live with the thought of never being enough? What if-

"I forgave you a long time ago," he said quietly. 

"What? But you were so angry and-"

"I was. Sometimes I think back and still get a bit angry, but I forgave you a while after you left." He sighed, brushing my hair back, studying all my features as if he was looking at me for the first time. "I couldn't have been a good father to Adrian if I would have held this against you, Delilah. The anger and hatred would have held me back. Hell, I might have even resented him had I not forgiven you."

I swallowed thickly, feeling how my heart constricted because of the pain I had caused. "So I forgave you, that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. It hurt for the longest time."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I should have talked to you, I should have done things differently."

"Yeah, you should have," he murmured. "But I should have too."

"What?" I asked, once again facing him. "What I did wasn't your fault it was my decision, Liam."

"But we were in a relationship. I knew that you weren't happy, I knew that something was wrong and instead of addressing the problem and talking to you I just did things to make you happy. I never sat down and talked to you, that was my mistake. Maybe if I would have talked to you you wouldn't have felt the need to run and we would have found a way to work things out. In a way, it is as much my fault as it was yours." 

"It wasn't your fault," I repeated. I let out a shaky breath and he shifted to lay on his side and look straight at me. "I'm always going to regret this. We could have been so wonderful together, so strong and instead I broke our family. I was terrified, Liam."

"I know, and I should have done more to reassure you. But you have to know I would have never left you alone with Adrian. I was never going to turn my back on you." 

"Are you ever going to trust me?" The whispered question held so much fear, so much importance. 

"I'm trying, but sometimes it's hard," he admitted. "I'll try harder though. I don't want to push you away anymore."

The sincerity in his eyes and the conviction in his words tore me apart. I cried into his chest letting the guilt I felt lose. Liam simply watched me with a pained expression showing me that he didn't like seeing me like this. "Let it out," he said. "It's okay, you can let it all out. I forgive you Delilah, but you have to forgive yourself too."

For the first time since I had returned, the weight that I'd been carrying around was being lifted off my shoulders. The knowledge of having Liam's forgiveness allowed me to let go of what I felt. He soothed me, running his hand down my bare back . It felt good to let go. I felt a little bit lighter, like everything would end up being okay despite my mistakes.

I couldn't believe that through the mess I had caused, such care and adoration could shine through him for me. He saw past my imperfections, past my mistakes and still cared about me... still loved me. 

He hadn't said and maybe we'd gone about things the wrongs way, but I could see it even though the words hadn't been spoken.

Perhaps it had taken me a long time to realize that what I needed had always been right in front of me. The love of my life had always been with me even when I had walked away. 

I wasn't going to do that again.

"He called me mom," I said with a small smile.

"He did, didn't he?" Liam said, running his thumb over my cheekbone. "You are his mom."

"I finally feel like I am," I replied.

I reached up, running my hand through his soft hair down to his face, admiring the devotion that had always been there. 

"Make love to me," I whispered. 

Our bodies molded together for the rest of the night. With care in every touch and love in every kiss, I knew that I would go down swinging for us. No one could tell me that we didn't belong together when we were like this. We made each other better, stronger... complete.

I didn't need anyone else.

My fears were erased.

My confidence restored.

We were one.

I was completely and irrevocably in love with the father of my son. 

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A/N:  I think this is the most in depth they've gone regarding her departure. Seems like Liam also carried a bit of guilt of his own.

I hope you've enjoyed! 

Thanks for reading :)

-Luz<3