Chapter 63

When Fran woke up a couple hours later her head was pounding. Groaning she sat up and found the bed empty. Where was Richie?

Unsure she looked around and found a couple aspirins with a glass of water on her bedside table. After taking some and brushing her teeth, she put on some comfy clothes and headed over to the kitchen to find Richie.

He was standing with his back to her pushing scrambled eggs around in a pan.

“Good Morning.” She wrapped her arms around him. He tensed and didn’t turn around.

“Morning.” His voice was hard. She frowned.

“Rich? Is everything ok?”

He turned around and looked at her with squeezed eyes. She still looked pale, but her eyes were back to normal. It seemed she was finally herself again.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” he wanted to know and put the eggs on a plate.

“Uhm, no not really.” She admitted. He nodded lightly, but didn’t say anything. Fran watched him worried and wait for him to continue, but he didn’t say anything.

“What did…what did I do?” she finally whispered. His eyes searched hers and he could see fear in it. He sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Let’s just say you get mean when you are drunk.” He said without looking at her.

“What?” it wasn’t more than a whisper and she sank down on a kitchen chair. Rich didn’t look at her, but stared out of the window.

“Richie, please tell me what happened.”

“Why? It wouldn’t change anything.” He said still with no smile on his face. Her eyes got teary. She had never seen him like this before. He was cold and emotionless.

“But I need to know why you wanna separate.” She said with tears streaming down her face now.

“What? Separate? …Why should I..?” shocked he looked at her.

“Fran, Frannie…” he kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in his.

“Darling, I don’t want us to separate. I just need some time to come to terms with it. I know you were drunk and didn’t mean it, but it hurt a little.” He admitted.

“Oh my god, please tell me what I did.” She pleaded. He sighed and pulled her in his lap before reluctantly telling her.

“God, Richie…I’m so sorry. I should have never….you know, I love you…I’m sorry….” She stuttered over and over again after he told her about last night.

“I know, darling. I know.” He kissed her temple softly.

“I’ll never touch alcohol again.” She said after she’d calmed down a little.

“Fran, I don’t think that’s necessary. You just need to make sure you don’t drink too much.” He tried to assure her.

“No, I’ll stop with it. You know my background. Who tells me I’ll not turn into such a monster as my father did. Just imagine, my poor baby. No! No more alcohol!” she said determinant.

“Also when you are with Kim?” he wondered.

“Yep, no more…means no more. It wasn’t fair anyway. She doesn’t get a hangover.” Fran told him. He looked at her surprised.

“No hangover! Wow! That must be great!”

“Yeah, I think so too.” Fran moaned and held her head.

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The next morning Jon woke up alone in his bed. A little worried how Kim might feel after her ‘talking party’ with Fran yesterday he first checked the bathroom before wandering into the kitchen.

To his surprise Kim was standing behind the kitchen counter preparing breakfast and looking absolutely stunning. Well, she was only wearing some lose comfy pants and an oversized grey sweatshirt, but in his eyes it made her even more beautiful. Her hair fell in soft waves down her back, her eyes were sparkling and she was humming softly along to the radio.

“How are you feeling, honey?” Jon wanted to know. She turned around a smiled at him.

“Me? I’m great.” Kim smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him sweetly. Actually it was the first night since they ran into Nigel a couple weeks ago that she didn’t have nightmares and woke up shaking at night, but she couldn’t tell him. Not now! He would be too concerned while he was away.

“Really?” he looked at her sceptical.

“Yeah, why shouldn’t I?” she flipped the pancakes.

“Well, you were a little drunk last night.” Jon pointed out carefully. She wrinkled her nose.

“Was it bad?” she had to admit her memory was a bit clouded. She knew where she was and with whom, but she couldn’t remember any conversation.

“Nah, you were kinda fun, didn’t leave my side all night and didn’t wanna go to sleep.” Jon told her chuckling. “But I was sure you would have one hell of a hangover this morning. You took something already, right?”

“Nah, I never have problems with  hangover.” Jon stared at her.

“You gotta be kidding!”

“No. Never had one and I wasn’t a saint at college even though I was just 16 years old when I started. I simply don’t get a hangover.” She explained.

“I can’t believe it.” He shook his head in disbelieve. She laughed.

“Maybe it’s because I only drink the good stuff.” She giggled when he pulled her close and checked her face more closely for any signs of pain or hangover.

“Believe me that’s not it hon, I started with the bad stuff in the old days, but today I drink the good stuff and I still get a hangover.”

“Well, I’ll try to remember that when I wake up after a party night with you. I shouldn’t turn on my favorite rock radio station then, right?” She teased him. Jon groaned.

“No, please…don’t. But you could make such a great breakfast like this one here.” Jon’s gaze wandered over the pancakes, fresh fruits, scrabble eggs, toast and fresh baked muffins.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Jon asked smiling.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Kim turned away from and busied herself with the pancakes.

“Kimi?...Hey…” he gently turned her around.

“What is it?” he asked softly.

Kim sighed. She didn’t really wanna tell him. She didn’t wanna seem clingy.

“Well, it’s just…it’s just that this is actually our last day together before you’ll be leaving.” Jon smiled softly.

He wouldn’t leave tomorrow; he had a couple more days in New York, but he had to do some preparation for his trip and Kim needed to work during the next week, besides he wanted to visit the kids before leaving for the first promotion work.

“I know, honey.” He pulled her close and kissed her temple.

“I’ll call you every day…I promise.” Kim looked up at him.

“Don’t promise it, Jon…you know there are tons of things that can come up and make you forget calling me…” Jon wanted to protest. “…and that’s ok, Jon…really. You’ll be working, this won’t be a vacation trip……Just call me from time to time, ok?”

He smiled. How did he get so lucky? She really seemed to understand his whole crazy lifestyle and he prayed she would still be this understanding and supportive when he was really gone. He knew it would be hard on her.

“I promise.” He whispered and leaned down to softly kiss her.

Kim moaned when his tongue lazily danced with hers and his hands found their way under her oversized sweatshirt. Gently his fingertips teased her fast hardening nipples. She nearly screamed at the loss of his touch when he pulled away from her shortly, only to grab her waist and sat her down on the counter top.

“Jon?”

“Yeah, honey?” he asked in an husky voice while tossing his shirt aside and reaching for hers.

“Uhm…here?” she looked around nervously. He smirked.

“Why not? We are alone, Kimi.”

“Yeah, I know...I just…ohhhhhhhhh…” Whatever comment she had on her mind vanished when Jon’s mouth lashed down on her breasts. Her hands clenched into his hair and tried to guide him a little, but she soon realized that he was in control this time and she didn’t mind at all.

He slowly pulled down her pants and made her lean back onto the counter. She hissed shortly when her heated body hit the cool stone surface, but she was immediately distracted by the gorgeous man in front of her who was kicking off his jeans.

God, he was just amazing. These strong arms and this hard, but yet soft chest and this small trail of hair that was leading down to his now proud standing erection.

“Do you like what you are seeing?” her eyes found his face and she could see a mixture of a self-confident and naughty smile. She nearly moaned loudly. This smile had her wet and ready in seconds.

Kim nodded and he carefully positioned himself on top of her. She was pretty happy that he had to fight for balance and not her in this unfamiliar space.

She softly caressed his cheek and looked deep into his beautiful eyes. She didn’t wanna hurry. She wanted to savor their time together, it would be their last for a long time.

He smiled when she kissed him gently and let his finger ran over every inch of her body. She started to tremble uncontrollable and hoped he would sooner than later get to the spot where she really needed him.

Jon started to place soft kisses on her neck, down her shoulders to her breast, deeper to her belly and finally down to her core. But just when she thought her would touch her, he pulled back.

“No!” she screamed in frustration. Jon chuckled.

“I thought you wanted it to last a little.” Her eyes focused on him.

“I need you, Jon.”

“Oh, god Kim.” He groaned. Her pleading nearly made him come without any help. Pushing aside his idea of prolonging this whole sweet torture, he entered her in one fluent motion.

“YEEEEEESSSSS!” Kim moaned loudly. She crossed her legs behind his back and met his slow trusts.

Their eyes locked and it seemed as if time would stand still while they were slowly rocking themselves closer to their release. When he felt her being close, Jon changed his position lightly and went for a faster pace. It didn’t take long until Kim screamed his name while her walls were squeezing him incredibly tight and made him join her in her sweet release.

Still breathing strongly Kim wrapped her arms around his back as well and held him close. She wanted to remember this feeling when he was gone. Thinking about the next couple months brought tears to her eyes and she tried her best not to let him see them, but she couldn’t fool him.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Jon asked concerned and softly swept the tears away from her cheeks.

She looked at him sniffing. “I just love you so much, Jon.”

“Oh, Kimi…I love you too.” He pulled her close and hid his face in her gorgeous long hair, hoping she wouldn’t see his own tears in his eyes. She smiled softly and pressed herself closer to him when she felt something cool and wet tickle on her naked shoulder.