“You know what’s hot?” Bill says as they are walking up to their cabin. They had stayed to eat dinner with Kara and thus were walking in the moonlit night. Bill had gazed over at her repeatedly during their walk and smiled every time the light from the moon and stars caught her eyes and lit them up from behind her glasses. The way her lips pulled into a smile each time he gently squeezed her hand was beautiful. He knew he could never get enough of her.
Laura glances over at him through the side of her glasses and he can see her lips twitch into a flirty smile. “What?” she asks.
“Miss. Laura,” he responds with a small grin on his face.
“Bill, are you saying that me as a teacher turns you on?” she suggests as she looks over the top of her glasses, one side of her mouth turned up. Letting go of Bill’s hand, she moves it to his butt and gives it a small pinch, then returns her hand to his. She never was one for teasing, but it doesn’t hurt to do it on occasion.
“Laura, I know you have that effect on most of the men down at the main camp, especially me,” he says, grinning when he sees a rosy-red blush growing on Laura’s cheeks despite her looking down as they climb the steps up to their porch.
Once she recovers, she clears her throat and says, “I think ‘most’ is a bit of an exaggeration, Bill.”
The man in question opens the door and allows Laura to enter first, closing the door and locking it behind him. “I have to disagree. I’m on the outside so I see all of it.”
Once the door has been closed, they both step out of their shoes and Laura walks over to the lamp and turns it on, placing her glasses on the end table. The lamp bathes them both in a warm light. Bill pours them both a glass of the alcohol that was made just north of the cabin and as she takes her glass out of his hand, she pulls him into a kiss with her other hand on the back of his neck. The intimacy of the cabin atmosphere begins to grow in her, and with her shoes off, she has to lean up to kiss him which puts her right next to his ear. “That is the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I’m glad I can still turn a few heads. You know, that kind of stuff used to be able to get me into bed,” she reminisces, thinking back on all of her old memories. Pausing for a moment, she allows the weight of it to sink in, thinking about how much she has changed from the woman she was just six years ago. She then continues, “But lately, I haven’t wanted quick sex, especially not from you. So let’s go slow. Let’s be romantic.” Lowering herself back down, she looks into Bill’s eyes and sees that they have softened. Taking both of the glass tumblers, she sets them on the end table next to the couch and then places her hand on his shoulder as he starts humming the beginning of an old song that used to always be played.
Into the midnight sun
Wheels go ‘round and ‘round
You're on my mind
Sleep alone tonight
Sending all my love
Along the wire
They say that the road
Ain't no place to start a family
Right down the line
It's been you and me
And lovin' a music man
Ain't always what it's supposed to be
Oh, girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours
Bill lightly moves his hand onto Laura’s waist as she joins their other two hands together. They sway slowly, each getting closer and closer as Bill continues to softly sing the song. He smiles when he notices the soft light of the lamp catching her eyes and making her skin glow.
Under the big top world
We all need the clowns
To make us smile
Through space and time
Always another show
Wondering where I am
Lost without you
And being apart
Ain't easy on this love affair
Two strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy of rediscovering you
Oh, girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours
Laura rests her head softly against Bill’s chest as they continue to sway back and forth. As he finishes humming the rest of the song, he pulls their joined hands in and places them next to Laura’s head, gently rubbing her hand with his thumb. Releasing his hand from hers, he moves it up onto her neck underneath her wig, causing her to look up at him. Guiding her mouth to his, he softens his kiss and moves his lips over hers slowly, allowing their breathing to synchronize. When their lips release, he realizes that Laura’s hand is now cupping his cheek.
“I love you, Laura,” Bill whispers softly next to her ear.
As opposed to Bill initiating the previous kiss, Laura initiates this one. Pulling herself up onto her toes, she matches her own height with Bill’s and moves toward him, their lips like magnets. Once their lips pull apart with regret when the need for oxygen becomes too great, Laura takes Bill’s hand in her own, turning off the lamp and leading him back into their bedroom.
They move as one as they climb onto the bed, both relieving each other of their shirts. Each piece of clothing keeps coming off one by one. Their lips never disconnect; the magnet is never allowed to pull apart. Laura moves her hand up to the side of Bill’s neck and leans into his kiss, her mouth parted just slightly. As she flips over onto her back, she allows Bill to take control, to be the one on top. Leaning her head back, she grants Bill access to her neck and chest. She feels her body being pulled towards his, the arch of her back increasing as his lips trail down her chest and abdomen and then back up. She feels his chest expanding against her own, their breathing becoming deep. As she feels him slip himself inside of her, she thinks about how completely he loves her, and how completely she loves him. She lifts her hips higher and higher and then she feels a release.
Once they are both lying beside each other again, Laura says, “Bill, do you remember when you told me I was afraid to die alone?” At his hesitation, she adds, “Don’t worry, this isn’t a trick question.” She rolls over slightly to smile encouragingly at him.
Bill smiles sadly and responds, “Yes, I do.” He remembers the fight in their quarters like it was yesterday, though the details are slightly hazy. He doesn’t remember all of it because he was so drunk, but he recalls most of the conversation. There were a lot of words exchanged that night that should never have been said.
“You were right. I was afraid to die alone. I was afraid that when my time came, I would have nobody there that loved me, nobody that would miss me. I didn’t realize, or maybe I just chose not to realize, that that wasn’t true. Thank you for loving me way back then, before I even acknowledged to myself what was happening.”
“Laura, I fell in love with you long before your cancer ever returned. You should never have been afraid you would die alone.” Bill notices the questioning look now on Laura’s face and says, “And before you ask, I’ll tell you another time, not tonight though. Good night. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Laura says with a soft smile on her face. Rolling over, she snuggles into Bill’s side and rests her hand over his chest. She feels him place a soft kiss on her forehead and then she falls asleep.
Here is the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy it! The lyrics to the song Faithfully belong to Journey. This chapter is rated M.