Falling In Love Again By Mistress
	TiTLE: Falling in Love Again SERIES: Biker Love AUTHOR: Mistress DISCLAIMER: DOn't own don't sue DESCRIPTION: Two lovers get reunited ARCHIVE: My fellow Fallen Angels yes, anyone else ask NOTES: This is the fifth in the Biker Love series....enjoy I never expected to see him again. I thought when we said out good-byes that that was it...goodbye. But here his is, looking beautiful even surrounded by the filth and waist of the other customers in this dive. He outshines them all, a jewel of radiance and innocents. I can see the other patrons eye him as he brings me up to speed on his life I can see their eye's roam is body and I have to resist the urge to wrap my arm around him. I want to stake my claim. I don't have the right, not any more. "I missed you." I almost missed his soft declaration in the noise of the bar. I can't stop the small smile that plays at my lips as his fingers move to touch mine. God, I've missed his touch. I've missed him with my whole being. Just being near him brings back the ache in my heart. I can remember the feel and taste of his mouth. His skin is so smooth. "I missed you too." I don't try to be subtle, I have to touch him. Our finger's lace together and I can't hide the sight that escapes me. When Taker walked in I almost fell over, and then he stepped through the doors. His hair, his face, his clothes all bringing back memories that I thought I had buried. He saw me and I could see the shock, the fear and the emotion echo in him. It was like the first time I saw him happening all over again. I got a feeling of second chances, redemption. He smiled and leaned closer, his hand tightening on mine. "I've been miserable with out you." He's only inches away from me. I can hardly breath as he looks at my face with such intensity, it's riveting. And then I feel his hand slip from mine, he pulls back with a small smile on his lips. My heart drops as he turns from me and wraps himself in Jeff's and Takers conversation. Maybe this is just his way of finally saying goodbye for good. I nearly jump out of my chair as his hand rests on my thigh. His thumb strokes absently at my leg, rubbing in slow circles. It was a familiar touch, one i had felt a hundred times. This time though it meant so much more. Warmth, that's all I know as i sit with him. His arms wrap around me. It's quiet, serene, as we sir together. No words only touch. We hold each other, holding on to what we had and what we're building. I should have known that I would never stop loving him. Just seeing him brought back the memories and feelings I had buried. Our love, so strong. Like a slap then a caress came flooding back to me. Everything I knew and tried to forget came rushing back. The color and depth of his eye's. The feel of his hair against my skin. The satiny smoothness of his flesh under my touch. The taste of his mouth, the feel of his touch. And I knew. I knew that I belonged with him, forever with him. He is my heart, with out him it doesn't beat, it grows cold. His the air breath and without him I suffocate. He is my everything and without him I'm nothing. I can't deny that, not any more. I can't try living without him, it's torture. When I had left, for pride, it nearly killed me. I tried to be strong. i tried to be hurtful, so it would hurt him less when I left. I didn't want him loving me. I didn't want him to live with out me, I didn't want to own his heart. And he understood. He was strong, he said goodbye when he knew I couldn't. But I had to. That was he true measure of his love for me. He let me go. But I should have know he would come back. How many times did I pray that he would walk through the bar dor and take me in his arms? How many times did I pray he wouldn't because then I would know i had failed? Too many to count. I knew if I saw him again it would be over, all the hurt and pain and loneliness. All the anger at myself for leaving him would vanish. But I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it if he walked in and just walked by, if he was over me. But he didn't. When he walked in the door, that spark was there. The love was in his eye's, the tenderness when he touched my hand. Now that we were alone all I wanted was to make love to the man in my arms. I wanted to feel him above me and below me, around me and inside me. I wanted to remember his body, memorize his every curve and dip, every inch of his body with my fingers and tongue. His lips are soft, just how I remember. His taste is sweet, slightly tangy and something totally him, my X-Pac. "Matt!" I jump, feeling like I just got caught necking in my bedroom by my father when I was 15. Pac jumped up with me, anger and annoyance on his face. He echoed my own, "What Dogg?" The man gasped as he tried to catch hi breath. His eye's held a wild fear to them and my stomach suddenly dropped then knotted. "It...it's Jeff." Seeing Jeff like that, broken spirit, broken soul, sobbing on the floor. It ripped my heart out of my chest. I'm supposed to be the protector, he's my baby brother. I'm supposed to keep him safe. I failed. He was nearly...nearly.... I can't stop crying for him as I pack our stuff. Two small bags is all we own....nothing really. Pac and Dogg just stand by and watch, they don't know what to do. I don't either. I want to kill him, I want to hold Jeff until the hurt is gone. I want to curl in Pac's arms. I....can't.... -------------------- Matt paced around the small room he and his brother used as a bedroom. His mind kept flashing pictured of his brother scared and crying, clutching his clothes. He kept imagining JR pressed against his baby brother, Jeff screaming and crying out for help. Losing his footing on the rug, collapsing to the floor in a heap of sobbing pain. X-Pac was instantly by his side, holding, soothing. matt clung to him, trying to force the images out of his head. ------------------ Jeff was hurt and it's all my fault. I left him here alone. I knew that guy was bad...I should have known. I should have been here. It's all my fault. And then his arms are around me, holding me. His voice is soft and reassuring, soothing the pain in my heart. His hands caress me, sooth me and consume me. I can't help but cling to him, he's my rock, my support. Jeff's the one hurt and i'm the one sobbing my soul out. I'm supposed to be the strong one, I'm supposed to protect him. I'm supposed to take care of him. I have to finish packing but he won't let me out of his arms. My bags drop beside us and I look up at Dogg's understanding eye's. His smile is sweet ad gentle. These are my family and I have missed them so much. My room though bare before is depressingly so with out our stuff throne around it. "Come on...let's go." His voice is soft, breath heated on my ear. He guides me out of the room, out of the bar and onto his bike. I see Jeff sitting behind Edge, clinging to him in desperation, like my own hold on Pac. We drive away and I wish we could burn the place down. I never want to see it again. i never want Jeff to come back here. I know if Taker and the ministry have anything to say about it, especially Edge and Pac...we won't I can't seem to stop my tears. When I think about what Jeff had to go through just an hour ago...it makes me sick. And I wasn't there to protect him. Then I feel strong, caring hands on my shoulders. i look up into the eyes I've memorized and I drowned. So dark and deep you could get lost forever. And I want to. i want to be lost and then found by him. Maybe I have. It's like he reads my mind as his arms wrap around me. He holds me, his voice soft and soothing. I need this. I need him. I need his love. When I turn my head and brush my lips to his neck, he moans. I tell him my need with my mouth and hands. I can't speak and I don't want to ruin this moment with words. Just touch, only touch. Just to feel each other. When he slides his hands under my shirt, shutters trail up my spine. I can't stop the gasps and his lips claim mine. I've missed him so much, dreamt of him every night since we left to go our separate ways. He would haunt my dreams and warm them. My back is flat against the blanket we sat on and his body is pressed down on to me. His hands are like fire and ice. Cool against my skin and making my blood boil with need. My shirt is finally removed as his lips come back to let me taste everything that he is. Warm and wet against mine. He only rests gainst my lips a moment before trailing wet kisses to my ear "I love you." The words were barely a whisper...almost drowned out by the blood pounding in my ears, but they couldn't have meant more if they had been shouted at the world. My arms tighten around him, holding him as close as possible. I don't want anything between us, not even air. We touch each other as though the first time. Maybe it is all over again. This is our second chance at new beginnings. We both feel the power and emotion and it's overwhelming. We don't want to rush, we need to savor. Our clothes are removed slowly. he even takes sweet delicious time unlacing my shows. When he finally pulls my socks off, he runs a gentle touch up the arch of my foot, before tugging my jeans down my body. Standing, he removes his own clothes, revealing himself slowly as I watch. It's sensual and beautiful. He kneels down, his touch is soft and light as he runs his finger tips up my legs. Brushing gentle sweeps up my thighs, coming up to touch me, to hold me. My eye's close as i concentrate on just that ouch. The touch I have had to imagine and dream about for so long. A cool breath and then a warm kiss on the tip of my cock sends shivers down my spine and whimpers into the starry night. His mouth lets me in and it's bliss, pure and adulterated bliss. It's slow and killing. Killing me softly with every movement and touch. And I would gladly die right then. And then he pushes me higher, he kills me a little more. A slick probing finger. I gasp but my voice is far away. I arch but feel out of my body with pleasure. I am flying higher and higher and falling. I can't tell which and that's what makes it so delicious. It goes on and on and I can't think, I can barely breath as the sensations roll through me and hold me. And then he is above me, my legs around him. When he enters me I cry out and tears streak my cheeks. But not in pain, never in pain. The love and passion, the emotion and devotion in him is so overwhelming it slams into me. It fills me and destroys me, heals me and kills me. It saves me. We move as though we were never apart. We move in a rhythm older than time and sacred to all lovers. The pressure builds in us, bringing us closer slowly. His body shivers and shudders over me and pulses in me. We rock together, moving our bodies against each other. The heat builds until it threatens to ignite us both, consumes and burns. When it finally takes us both it's like tasting a bit of heaven. Paradise and pure joy. It takes my breath away in a silent scream and he moans my name like a prayer of reverence. That's the way we stay. He lays on me, pulling a blanket over us to keep us warm. His kisses are soft and set before he stills into sleep. And as I follow I know that I have finally found it. i am finally home. THE END