Chapter 102

Richie looked over his shoulder then back to Elena. "That's the best mood I've seen that asshole in in four weeks."

"Yeah well, best mood I've seen her in too," she smiled up at him, "How is your mood?"

He stood, walked to the stereo and flicked on the loveline channel and turned to her, holding out his hand. "My mood is much improved now that we're alone."

She stood and walked too him placing her hand into his. "I'm glad your mood is better, any particular reason?"

"I've got my wife in my arms again," he pulled her into him. "I can get away from most of my crew for a few days and remember that I'm more than Jon's right hand man, more than just a harmony and a guitar." He leaned down into her as Otis Redding crooned.

He sang along...”These arms of mine...they are yearning. Yearning from wanting you. And if you...would let them hooold you. Oh I would”

He turned her around in a slow circle...

“And if you

Would let them

Hold you Oh how grateful I will be”

She twirled slowly as his voice washed over her senses, settling her nerves and relighting her soul. "You're always more than a harmony Richie, and definitely more than a guitar."

"You make me feel like everything," he whispered and caught her mouth in a slow, languid kiss. "You are my everything," he said on a low voice.

Her arms slowly moved up to wrap around his neck as she deepened the kiss. "You're my all, my hopes, my dreams, my salvation, but best of all, my love."

He pulled her in, their bodies moving slowly and so in synch that he couldn't begin to figure out what part of him wasn't touching her. He lifted her slowly, dragging her along his jeans, his belt, his shirt, until he could get to her mouth. He poured all of the loneliness from the last few days into their kiss, to heal himself inside of her. "Mine," he murmured against her mouth.

A whispered "Yours" left her as her lips touched his, the tip of her tongue teasingly tracing his lips. "Always."

He walked her back to their room as Solomon Burke bled into the end of Otis. The longing kept the mood there as he slowly traced his fingertips over her neck and around the scooped line of her shirt. "Your skin feels like silk," he whispered. He dipped lower tasting her shoulder as he pushed off the sleeve. "It tastes even better," he mumbled as the shirt lowered. He nosed along the lace until he found her nipple and sucked through the black material.

She arched into his lips, her small hands slowly traveling along his back, defining each ridge and muscle before sliding forward to flick at the random buttons that managed to get done that morning. "You feel like heaven."

He pushed off his shirt and tugged down her dress, lowering her onto the bed. He traced the tip of his finger along the scalloped edge of lace at her bra, then slowly down her tummy and grinned when a small shudder came from her. "I've missed touching you," he said.

A heated smile chased the sparkling glitter of her eyes, "I've missed being touched and touching in return." One slender finger slid up along his chest wall, teasing over pebbled nubs before gliding over the hard ridges of his abs. Tilting her head her lips slid down to graze over those same nipples before moving up to nibble at his shoulder and neck, "missed your length, your heat, your little sleepy noises. God baby I even missed you hogging the covers." She bit down lightly before laving over her bite with her tongue.

"Shhh," he said softly. "I want to look and to touch," he pushed her back, nuzzling his way down her belly to the thigh high scraps of lace that covered her. He slowly drew them down bumping his way up over her ankles to her calves. He smiled as she grew restless. "Shhh, love. Let me take my time," he said with his hot breath over her center.

She gasped on a shudder as he lazily perused her body with eyes lips and hands. "Ponyyyyy..."

He slid his tongue slowly into her folds, feeling her open for him, her scent surround him as he got the first taste of her. He groaned, muscling his shoulders in until she arched up to meet him. "God, yesss," he slipped two fingers inside of her, dying for the grip and the heat of her.

When she cried out he pushed her for more dragging her higher, slowly and steadily. He dragged the very tip of his tongue over the sensitive knot inside of her. "My name, Elena. Tell me."

"Richieeeeeeeee," she gasped softy, her hands slipping into his hair, "Goddd Richieeeee..."

He pushed his cheek into her hand, longing for the connection. He rose up, tucking himself into the shelter of her thighs, into the love he felt there in her eyes and the way she gave herself to him.

He curled his fingers under her shoulders and covered her completely; surrounding her with everything he had as he slid home. And as Unchained Melody poured from his speakers outside he slowly, completely took his wife as only he knew how.

Slender hands held tight as legs wrapped solidly around the man who loved so deeply, and knew her so completely. Bodies meshed as souls collided in one burst of brilliance that would have burnt most souls to a crisp. Whimpers shuddered into moans that built into cries of longing and passion. Sweat mingled as lips clashed and eyes met, until that one startling moment when nothing else existed save two bodies joined as one soul. "Richieee.. god...

He fell into her, into the love that sustained him, wrapping around her as the travel and the loneliness collided into just what he needed. Elena. His Elena...and slept.

She wrapped around him, a study of passion soaked exhaustion, each inch of her pressed tightly too him as her nose found that one spot she loved to sniff, even in her sleep. Eyes closing she fell into sleep as her arms held tightly to the one thing to keep her grounded and safe, Her Richie.