Always and Forever
Pairing(s): Kate Howard and Mitchell “Coleman” Radcliffe
Summary: She’s always picked the wrong men for the “right” reasons but what if she picks the right man with the “wrong” reasons?
Disclaimer: Own nothing but this story
Author Notes: I suppose you could call this a “goodbye” tribute to Megan Ward, but a “hello” to more Colemate scenes! Also, the leap in time is correct; C&K have been married for a while in this, hinting the leap in time, and have little Stella. Olivier, their son, hasn’t been born yet.
Sitting on the floor, her head nestled against Coleman’s shoulder, Kate felt more at home than she had in years. She watched him as he finished the last of his beer. The firelight sharpened the lines of his face, but even in the hard light, the charm of his smile was undiminished. The last six years had added a rugged quality to his masculinity. He was as lean as he had ever been and his hair was still near brown with only the slightest sprinkling of gray. He turned his gaze to her and found her staring intently at his profile. His eyelids lowered and his smile became provocative. “You’re still an interesting woman, Kate,” he whispered hoarsely. With his finger he traced the line of her jaw and let it lower to the column of her neck. His finger stopped its descent at the hollow of her throat where it began drawing sketchy, lazy circles. “And I’m still in love with your bewitched self.”
Her eyebrows raised, prompting him onward. She couldn’t find her voice, it was lost in the soft swirl of emotions generated by his feather-soft touch. “I’ve never been in control when I’m around you, not in complete command of myself.” His fingers found the top button of her blouse, released it, and toyed with the edge of her collar. Kate closed her eyes and she felt her body warming from the inside out, heard the ragged sound of her uneven breathing as he unhooked another button and then another. She had to draw in her breath quickly when his hand slipped under the soft fabric of her bra to lovingly cup a breast.
“Oh, Coleman,” she sighed, turning her body, twisting in his arms in order to move closer to him. She felt her nipple harden, and moaned in contentment when his head lowered and he took her breast in his mouth. The soft movements of his tongue and lips comforted her and helped increase the thundering tempo of her heartbeat.
Slowly he undressed her and then when she was naked, he discarded his own clothes. He lowered himself beside her, letting the hard length of his body mold against the soft tissues of hers. His arms wrapped around her, his hands kneaded the soft muscles in her back. “You’re mine,” he whispered roughly against her neck. His lips warmed a trail of hungry kisses down her throat, over the hill of her breasts, around her navel. “You’ve always been mine.” The possessive sound of his voice made her blood thunder in her ears and the moist warm heat from his swollen lips ignited her skin. She ached to be a part of him. The void within her no longer needed to be filled with the depth of his passion. She began to yield with the persuasive touch of his hands on her buttocks. “Stay with me,” he pleaded. Heavy-lidded eyes held hers in a heated gaze that continued to promise a lifetime of love. She would always believe those eyes.
“Forever,” she whispered, pushing aside her doubts and letting herself become swept up once again in the tide of rising passion. She felt the weight of his body as he shifted to part her legs and claim once again what would always been his.