83. Anxious

Genre: Drama, Romance
Characters:  Cian, Renee
Prompt: 83. Anxious
Word Count: 2,056
Rating: M
Type: series
Summary: Renee and Cian get away
Warnings: Sexual situation, detailed, Slight nudity
** I hope this makes everyone happy!

After a two hour flight and a 15 minute taxi ride, they arrived at a sunny beach resort surrounded by dense vegetation and wildflowers that mixed with the heavy scent of salt water giving off an earthy aroma. A light wind blew creating a wave within the trees and bushes that made the humid air more comfortable and relaxing. Thank God Renee forced me into this dress! She thought, quickly glancing over the signs pointing to the beach and restaurant. Within each breeze, the sound of rushing water from a waterfall was dulled by the swaying of the trees. “I’ll go sign in and check out the room to make sure it doesn’t smell like stale cigarettes.” Renee touched Cian’s arm gently, “Make sure they get all of our bags.” She shouted over her shoulder on her way into the small building. 

The guy came out shortly, piled their suitcases onto the run down cart with a squeaky wheel that seemed to grow louder with each step. “You can just take them to the room, I’m going to…” She paused, looking around for something to use as an excuse, “check out the beach.” She hurried off after watching him round the corner. She followed the sand pathway to the beach, admiring the way the crystal clear water crashed against the huge rocks and exploded into tiny beads saturating the sand. It was intoxicating, the scents, the sounds, and overall feel of this place. 

Her initial feelings toward this trip were filled with concern since she figured it had to do with Renee’s sudden attitude towards both Wilson and Ramone but now that she was here, she was happy, anxious to let loose with a few drinks, and forget about the last few stress filled weeks. 

’100…101…” Cian counted the pavilion style suits locating their room on the far end of the resort.

Before entering, she turned, looked at her surroundings and sighed. She pushed back a brief thought of the two men fighting over her and entered the suit gasping at the beautiful view the second she opened the door. The rooms were furnished with items made of the best silks and satins, the floors polished enough to yield a reflection, the windows spotless and nearly invisible. 

Heading up the stairs toward the bedroom she noticed her suitcases sitting by the bed, one double bed in the corner of the room by a huge window. “Renee?” She shouted loud enough to be heard in the other room. Where were her bags and why was there only one bed?

“She’s in her room,” Cian whipped around with her eyes widened, “on the other side of the resort.” He finished as he approached her with a worried expression.

“On…the other side of the resort?” She frowned with a baffled look lacing her eyebrows together.

“She wanted to be close to the department stores and away from us.” He looked her over but stopped his eyes from going past her shoulders. Cian’s mouth open and closed without a word being said as her eyes drifted to the floor. She stole small glances, afraid that a lingering look would weaken her. “What room?” She managed through partially clenched teeth. “I don’t know. I gave her my card so she could book which room she wanted and left it at that. She told the front desk to turn away any visitors other than room service and housekeeping unless it was a matter of life or death.”

“So I’m stuck here is what you’re saying to me?”

“Unless you want to kick out $1,982 a night for your own room, yes.” He reasoned, leaning against the wall pleased with the success of their set up.

Cian wasn’t amused. In fact, she was everything but amused. Seeing him the other night and trying her best not to kiss him was hard enough and now she was stuck on this beautiful island, in this lavish suit with him and nowhere to run. 

“Why, Wilson?” She lowered her eyes to the floor as she slowly paced, “Everything is against us! Why won’t you let go? Why can’t you just let it be?”

He followed her with his eyes, “Because I love you too much.”

There is was again! Those three words that’d once slipped through icy lips and were now being spoken with reason, one she wasn’t sure of or sure that she really believed.

“You don’t love me!” She stopped pacing and faced him with the same darkness in her eyes he’d seen the other night, “You love the idea of me! Someone that can be your lover and friend at the same time!” Each word spoken with anger and hurt that she hoped she caused him as she relived the night she saw him with Angel.

“You’re wrong.” He moved away from the wall, “I love everything about you,” He took a step forward to match each step she took backwards, “the way you walk, the way you talk, the way your laugh makes me laugh,” He continued as the light slowly returned in her eyes, “I love the way you joke with me, the way you smirk,” She backed into the table with a thud causing the glass vase full of fresh oranges to shake.

“The way your eyebrows fuse together when you’re mad, the way your eyes always tell me what you feel,” He slid his hand up her thigh, dragging it up to the center of her back pulling her closer to close the tiny gap between them, “and you lips…” He trailed off staring at them hungrily. She turned her head as he went to kiss her but he recovered with a tender kiss just below her ear. “Don’t Will…” She sighed unable to control her breathing. With his thumb and his index finger, he turned her chin, forcing her lips upon his. He forced her lips to open with his tongue deepening the kiss.

Cian repeated his action, moving her hands up the back of his shirt then down the front. She couldn’t fight it. There was no point in trying. Even if she’d had the power to pull away he’d just pull her back into it with something else she couldn’t fight against. He’d weakened her the last time he saw her, standing so close to her with tears in his eyes as he spoke of his feelings for her. She wanted to kiss him that night. Wanted him to lift her off her feet and show her just how much he loved her like he said he would. After thinking it over quickly, she dropped her hands to his belt buckle and began undo it. He released her lips, looked down at her hands that continued to pull the thin leather belt from him. He searched her eyes, her certainly present as she let the belt hit the floor and began unhooking his jeans. “I can’t.” He held her hand still, “I’d have to do this right.” He shook his head. Cian tilted her head back and kissed his lips lightly, “You have to do this right now.” She whispered against his lips removing any other questions he may have had about her certainty. Without hesitation, he lifted her up on the table and dropped his lips down on hers. This kiss was different, deeper than they’d ever experienced and full of more passion than they’d ever imagined. He pulled down her thin dress straps and ran his hands along her breasts. Too anxious to wait until she was fully out of her clothes, he kissed urgently down her neck, massaging her breasts, kissing and teasing both with his tongue. Back and forth, he showed each extreme care before kissing his way back up to her lips. She helped him out of his vest and shirt, giggling as he instantly crushed her lips with his.

He ran his tongue up and down her neck, growing more and more aroused as she let out soft moans, tugging at the dress around her waist until it came over her head and landed on the floor next to his belt. Pulling Cian to the edge of the table, he wrapped her legs around him and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He stripped her of her last remaining item of clothing, standing back with a lustful smile as he took in the sight. Wilson unzipped his jeans the rest of the way, pulling them down only enough to relieve himself of the growing pressure. Leaning over her, he placed one kiss on her lips, then her chin, and her chest gliding his hands along her smooth brown skin. Lowering his hand between her legs he felt around until she let out a deep gasp. He moved his finger at the rhythm of her breathing, enjoying the look on her face as she squirmed and took handfuls of the sheets into her hands. She was caught somewhere between pleasure and pain as he slowly moved his finger in and out while removing his jeans and briefs with his free hand.

The bed dipped as he hovered over her, still moving his finger within her while their lips connected. She sighed when he removed his finger, pouting in protest, “There'll be a lot more.” He laughed huskily, parting her legs with his knees. He positioned himself between her legs and with hesitation, searched her eyes one last time. The light was there, completely there with something else he’d never seen before and couldn’t identify. He pressed into her slowly, stopping with each inch to allow her to adjust. Cian moaned through clenched teeth, with a tighten grip around his neck. He pressed forward again, stopping as he heard the pain in her moans. Sensing his apprehension, she shook her head, “Keep going.” She rubbed his back to assure him that she was ok. Wilson hesitated once again but obliged with slow gentle thrusts that still amounted to deep pain filled gasps. 


After a while her body gave way to him, allowing him to moving within her fully and with less pain. Her moans were driving him crazy. He was fighting hard to refrain from losing control and gaining momentum. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her and leave her sore with bad memories. He kept going at a steady pace, the urges becoming harder and harder to fight but he somehow gained control until she did something completely unexpected. Locking her legs around his waist she rocked her hips into his, picking up speed with each twist. “Don’t do that!” He groaned, stopping his own movement. It was too soon for that, much too soon for what she was obviously going for. She ignored his request and continued to twist her hips against him with loud pleasure filled sighs. “Cian please…” He groaned again, begging her to stop before it was too late but she continued, watched him as she moaned louder and bit down on her lower lip. He caved, gripped her hips tight as he followed her rhythm and soon took over. He lost control, quickly forgot where he was as he delivered fast but gentle thrusts into her until her muscles tightened around him. He too felt himself near his end, quicken his pace, making sure she’d climax just before he did.

 Both spent, they held each other, laughing at the realization of what they’d just done. Wilson buried his face into her neck and mumbled I love you against her shoulder, kissing it tenderly between each word. Cian smiled as she caressed his hand. It dawned on her that less than 6 hours before, she told Ramone she wasn’t ready but here she was, underneath Wilson, naked, sweaty, and for once, couldn’t care less. Ramone had been a good friend to her. Gave her the shoulder she needed when her heart shattered and needed rebuilding but Wilson loved her, proved it with his genuine friendship and each delicate kiss he was placing on her.

Through her stubbornness, he still loved her and with that she let down the final piece of the wall blocking him from her heart. He owned it, would always have that part of her no matter what happened from this point on. “I love you too.” 






** I apologize if this was a little too graphic for anyone but I made it this way for a reason. I wanted to show the other side of Wilson. The controlled Wilson. With Angel, sex was all about him and never her since he had no feelings toward her. Cian is the love of his life. The one he has been pining for since they were first separated. This experience was about her, what she wanted and needed.