Her eyes fluttered open feeling the weight on her waist somewhat unfamiliar. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, she turned to the side seeing Marcus heavily asleep.

Suddenly everything that happened last night came to mind. Every tiny detail inscribed in her brain. She was sure they had done that before. Countless times even but why did it feel like it was their first time. Like it was her first time to have an intimate, passionate and magical moment with him?

"Mmh...mmh. Rue. Baby stop" he had said between kisses but she didn't want to back out.

Kissing him actually made her heart thump louder than usual. It was like an indication that her heart had longed for this. That she wanted it.

He put his hands on her waist slowly pulling her back. With their faces merely away from each other, Marcus looked at her. Shock written on his face.

"I'm sorry. I-I thought that you wanted this,"Ruby had said in between catching her breath.

His right hand still lingering on her waist, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear,

"I've wanted it too bad. To kiss you, to make love to you, to make you mine again but I can't do it if that's not what you want. Ruby I don't want to force you into doing anything"

Her heart beat even faster. She wanted it! She wanted to kiss him again. To have his lips dancing with hers. To taste the mixture of his mouth wash with a sprint of vodka.

"I want it. I want you. I want us to be together again because I love you too, Marcus Pierce. I love everything about you and that's why I suppose, I married you"

And with the words said, she had breached the gap that had somehow pushed them further. Their lips were at it again. She parted her lips allowing him to taste her, hell have his tongue down her throat if need be. Point was, kissing him was like going to heaven and back. He was a good kisser. A really good kisser who had taken his time to savor the moment, to taste the recesses of her mouth like a pirate looking for more treasure, his hand slowly traced the line on her back moving upwards against the fabric of the knee length she had worn.

With every touch her skin tingled with delight. His left hand stayed fixated on the zip just below her neck. The dress's zipper. She could tell what he was thinking, whether it was right to undo the zip or just kiss and do nothing more. But she wanted more. Her throbbing center wanted more.

Her hands explored his body, forcing the jacket off his shoulders. That would surely give him a clue, that she was hands in with making love. Once the jacket was off, her hands moved down to the hem of the clay shirt he had on pulling it up his head.

She giggled a little watching how lusting his eyes were. Like a kid about to get some ice cream. And they parted their noses touching, both of them taking time to breath.

"I love you. I love you so much, shortcake"

Shortcake? She raised her brow. I mean sure he was 6'3 and she on the other hand 5'3 but she wasn't that short? Was she? Either way, she liked the nickname.

"I'm not that short," she said her breath fanning his mouth.

"But you do taste like strawberry shortcakes,"he teased.

"I do not!" She laughed, slapping his chest lightly.

"You do! And it turns me on, I want to rip that dress off you but time for bed"

Typical of her husband, afraid that she was fragile and wasn't ready. It had been the same since the very day she exited that hospital. Him cooking, him coming to her rescue when she screamed having seen raccoons in their trash cans and him tucking her in like a baby. But enough she had enough of that!

"You want to go to bed?" She pouted.

"Only if you join me. After the stunt you pulled, I think I deserve some rest. Probably a cuddle too? Will-ah-do you want to cuddle -in bed- with me?"

She shook her head sideways standing infront of him innocently.

"No?" He asked with a frown.

And will he did this, Mikaella reached for the zipper, tugging it till it came down. She slid the dress off her shoulders, off her body.

"Rue-don't" Marcus' Adam's apple bobbed up and down,"please don't"

But the dress was already down the ground and her bra and matching black panties on display to him. His eyes racked her body, God he couldn't help it. He simply couldn't it.

"Oh fuck it!"

He took two small strides carrying her in his arms as they went upstairs. Making out, being wild and nearly knocking the valuables in the house was how it started at first one here she was. On all fours, with Marcus teasing her to orgasm...she was already wet and he knew it yet there he was teasing her opening with his length.

She wanted to scream at him for denying her the deserved pleasure. To tell her to get it in already and when he finally did, they both moaned in pleasure. He was huge, which got her thinking, did she like it huge? She moaned his name countless times, cussing and loving the speed at which he bucked his lips against her ass.

When his chest leaned on her back, she thought he was coming and together they came, their bodies sagging at the intense pleasure but it didn't just stop there. Minutes later after their first move, she was on top of him wriggling her hips as they entwined their fingers together. Her head fell back feeling his length so deep inside, feeling as if she was high, overrode with intense please. The best part of making love with her husband was that they had their eyes on each other every single time while they did it.

It was like they were sealing their love.

She trailed her fingers on his chiseled jaw, kissing his chest slightly. Merely touching his chest and licking his chest yesterday wasn't enough. Her husband was a freaking God in every way and when it came to sex. She would absolutely give him a ten out of ten.

His chest heaved up and down until his eyes opened and his grip on her waist tightened.

"Good, I thought I was dreaming"

"Good morning to you too,"she smiled.

He pulled her closer, their legs tangled in the sheets, and kissed her.

"So...are you still going to the foundation?"

Ofcourse not, she was done running away from him. Sure her memories of him and everything else had disappeared but that didn't mean she had to push him away because of that. She loved him, he loved her and pretty soon they would be...so memories or not, she was still Ruby Grayson.

"No. How about a movie marathon? And a cuddle? Maybe ice cream? I want to make up for everything,"she said genuinely.

"Well you could start with the kisses. Two hundred and sixty of them and maybe more"

She chuckled, what a goofball. Her goofball. And amidst the cuddle they were in, a pang of guilt ate her from the inside. Why hadn't she had the guts to tell him? How would he react to the news? Was he even ready for such news? Had they even talked in the past about their plans?