With a nod, Mark then sat down at the extreme of the bed, facing her. After a moment he shifted closer, and then raised his hands up to her cheek.
He took a deep breath and looked up at her. Her eyes were full of uncertainty. An unfamiliar urge rose inside him: the urge to put his arms around her and tell her it was all right. He didn't. In his experience, things were rarely all right. "Mark?," she said, so softly that he had to lean forward to catch her words, "Will everything be alright? No."
"All will be fine....! Your kids will return back to you! I ensure you that!" Mark said then she put her hands on his.
"You sure?" She said on an exhale of breath, almost in a teary tone.
"Yes!", Mark responded in assurance.
Then Diana flew at him and hugged him tightly. ....
"Oh baby! How it feels!" It had been one of her fantasy's. Hugging her this close and tightly passionately.
Then they both disengaged.
Their faces were only inches away from each other. She felt his breath against her lips before he kissed her, and she leaned into it, her eyes closing. His mouth was as soft as she remembered, his lips brushing hers gently, sending shivers all through her. She raised her arms to wind them around his neck, to slide her fingers under his curling dark hair, to lightly touch the bare skin at the nape of his neck, the edge of the worn collar of his shirt.
He pulled her closer. He was shaking. She felt the heat of his strong body against hers as his hands slid down her back. "Diana," he whispered. He started to lift the hem of her sweater, his fingers gripping the small of her back. His lips moved against hers. "I love you...."
You're mine. You'll always be mine.
Then he grabbed her again... This time around, she was the one who initiated the kiss. Her children are far from her, maybe she could use this to distract herself.
Fire sizzled up and down his veins as she kissed him this time around, her body melting against his. she wanted it, no denial but a special part of her are being taken away from her..
He slid his hands up into her hair, knocking her knitted cap off and letting her curls spring free. He kissed her neck as she pulled his shirt up over his head and ran her hands all over him-shoulders, back, arms, purring in her throat like a cat. He felt like a helium balloon-high from kissing her, and light with relief. So she wasn't done with him after all.
There was none of the frenzy there had been in the nightclub six years ago. It was a kiss meant to give solace, to say everything there was no time to say. He kissed her back, hesitant at first, then with greater urgency, his hand stealing up into her hair, winding the tresses between his fingers. Their kisses deepened slowly, softly, the intensity growing between them as it always did, like a blaze that started with a single match and flared into wildfire.
She breathed his breath as they kissed, each kiss drawn out now, lingering, exploratory. Her hands drifted over him, his shoulders, the muscles of his arms, his back. His bare skin felt like hot silk under her palms.
When his hands found the hem of her tank top, she stretched her arms out, arching her back, wanting every barrier between them gone. The moment it was off, she pulled him back against her, their kisses fiercer now, as if they were struggling to reach some hidden place inside each other. She wouldn't have thought they could get any closer, but somehow as they kissed, they wound themselves into each other like intricate thread, each kiss hungrier, deeper than the last.
Their hands moved quickly over each other, and then more slowly, uncovering and unhurried. She dug her fingers into his shoulders when he kissed her throat, her collarbones. She felt him shudder, wanting her, and she knew she was on the very brink of where there was no going back, and she didn't care. . She locked her ankles around the small of his back, and he groaned against her mouth, a soft, low, helpless sound. His fingers dug into her hips.
Her heart hammering, she jerked away from him, pulling her sweater closer to cover up herself. "Mark stop... This is not the right time...."
He looked at her, his expression dazed and worried. "I'm sorry. Was that not any good? I haven't kissed anyone but you, not since…" He trailed off.
She shook her head. "No, it's just-I can't."
"All right," he said. He looked very vulnerable, sitting there, dismay written all over his face. "We don't have to do anything-"
She groped for words. "It's just too much."
"It was only a kiss."
"You said you loved me." Her voice shook. "Show me you love me.. bring my kid's back to me!"
"Our kids!" he said, hurt sparking in his voice.
"I'll bring them back!" He added.
"Thanks... but I just can't, okay? not right now." She started to back away. He was staring after her, his lips parted.
After they both disengaged from each other and we're back to normal. Diana quickly wore back her clothes and then noticed something... The last time they kissed, Owens caught them and she has not seen him since she returned from Delta City, so, she asked about his whereabout but she was replied with complete silence.
"Hello... Talk to me!" She said almost desperately.
"He is dead!" Mark finally responded.
"Hannah killed him!" He added.....
"I'm sorry!" She said, wanting to console Mark....
Soon after the sound of some car engines roared to life. Seemed some persons or someone had just arrived at the president generals villa... Who else if not Richarlison? Maybe he had just returned. Then Mark stood up to go peep through the window, indeed it was Richarlison. He immediately left the room to catch up them. He has been patiently waiting....
After he left, thoughts from the court flashed across Diana's mind.
"I know for sure Jake is not my kids father and If Otani is not their father, who then is? Jake?????"
"Was she misconceiving Jake for Otani?"