A/N: This song kept popping into my head while editing, so now I'm going to get it stuck in yours. Also, explicit content and adult stuff. 

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I stare at Remy for what seems like an hour. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I don't know, Maggie. What you said today, I ... Fuck. Jane is beautiful and kind, but ... Dammit ..." He places a hand on his forehead. He seems so nervous and it makes me nervous for him. "I love you. I have always loved you." He drops his hand and looks at me from beneath furrowed brows. "It's not fair for me to be with someone else when all I want is a chance to make it work with you."

I gape at him. "You are insane."

"Am I?" he asks.

"I said I missed out. Why the fuck did you think that was me saying you should leave her so we can be together?" 

"Because today was the first time you have ever admitted that we weren't together because of you," he says. "Before now, it was always that we were too close, that we couldn't escape what happened in the past, that there was no way I could love you the way you needed."

With a huff, I pull him inside and close the door quietly behind us. We go into the living room and I sit, gesturing for him to do the same. He complies, still staring at me like a pitiful idiot. "Look, I've been going through some shit. I lost my job at the hospital -- yet again -- watched Penny try to leave Mickey to fucking save him from her ... It made me realize I had been just as stupid at that age, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see you be happy with someone else," I tell him. "You two are great together and we ... We know we don't work like that."

"We don't?" He raises an eyebrow in question. "Do we know for sure that after all this time, nothing has changed?"

"Yes," I sigh. "Us being anything more than friends just doesn't feel right."

"Doesn't feel right?" He places his hands on my knees. "What about that time when Gabe was still a baby? When you were so afraid to end your year-long dry spell after giving birth ... so you called me. And then you couldn't stop calling me." His hand glides up my thigh to my hip, making me warm when his fingertips dig into my skin on their way back to my knee. "I vividly remember having a great time last Thanksgiving, too. Everyone laughing downstairs while we made love over and over on your old bed ..."

"Yeah. A whole week before you started dating a twenty-six-year-old." I push his hands away. "Every time we get together it's because we're coping with some other pain. Yes, the sex is hot, but it's because it feels dirty and wrong and it fucking hurts. We try any other time and we're left crying or we can't look at each other for days," I remind him. "Sex isn't love, Remy. If you need to get laid so bad, go back to Jane."

He sighs. "We aren't ... having sex anymore." I stare at him, waiting for the punch line. "She gave me an ultimatum a couple months ago; no more sex until marriage."

"Remy," I say with a laugh. "You were going to propose because you were horny? You live in Vegas."

"I know how stupid it sounds, but that's what I'm saying. It was never about love with her," he admits. "I only went to her because you let me get close and then pushed me away. I was filling my time, hoping that you would let me in again, just like I always have and probably always will." 

"Filling your time? So, it's my fault you're a commitment-phobe?"

"Yes, technically," he retorts. "Why do you think I don't stay with anyone for longer than a few months? Why do you think my marriage fell apart?"

I roll my eyes. "You married your sub like a fucking idiot. No one expected that shit to last."

"Goddammit, Maggie, you never fucking listen." He pulls my face to his and places a luscious kiss to my lips. 

It catches me by surprise, but when he takes my lips again, I close my eyes and start to float under his touch. His hands trace over my jawline toward my chin, one teases my skin as it slips lightly down my throat. A hum escapes me before I can stop it.

He pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead against mine, never loosening his grip on me.

"I may have loved Z, but I have been in love with you since we were together in Vegas. I can't look into the future and not see you and Gabe, but you always stare at the past, trying to find a way to punish yourself with it. I can't show you how much you mean to me until you let me." He leans away and stares me dead in the eyes. "Look at me and tell me you what you said today was bullshit. Tell me you don't want me." He waits with bated breath. With my heart pounding, I open my mouth but hesitate. "Tell me, Maggie. Right now. Because I swear to God, I won't leave until you admit you're still in love with me too."

I can't form words. I find myself panting while my heart threatens to beat out of my chest. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard as they graze against the inside of my top with every breath. 

I want him. I know I do. But why?

Does it even matter?

When my silence extends, he kisses me again. His lips lingering against mine before slowly pulling away. His hand slides to the back of my neck and grips it gently as his lips take mine more seductively than before. I want to hate it, I want to push him away, but when I place my hands against his chest, they slide up to his neck and pull him closer. 

He leans me back, and I don't care that my robe falls open to expose the matching, silk slip underneath it. He pushes my knee up, then slides his hand down between my legs. He breaks the kiss, his gaze darkening when he discovers my lack of panties. His fingers stroke through my folds for a few tempting moments before he pushes two inside me. He kisses my neck, tracing his tongue along my sensitive skin while he teases his fingertips against my g-spot. 

The pleasure builds with every movement of his fingers, covering my skin in a wave of heat. When his thumb rubs against my clit, I stifle a moan by digging my teeth into his shoulder. 

His fingers leave, trailing the slickness up my thigh as he reaches up. He grabs one of my wrists and places my hand on the erection hiding in his pants. When he kisses me again, I grip him in my hand, my pussy aching painfully to feel him. My senses blur to a warm, needy haze. I focus only on the feeling of his tongue slowly teasing mine, the sound of his belt unfastening. But in the back of my mind, I know we have to stop.

"We can't do this," I whisper against his lips.

He growls. "Stop hesitating."

"I'm not." I kiss him again, taking his lower lip between my teeth. "But Gabe is upstairs. If you're going to fuck me, you have to give me a place to scream."

"He sleeps with headphones I bought him," he says. He inches down his pants down just past his hips and pulls out his impressive cock. "Scream all you want."

 My mouth goes dry.  

I climb up to straddle his lap. Lifting his shirt, my eyes dance over his muscular chest and core, his hard cock lying heavy against his stomach. His hands trace up my legs to my hips. I kiss him hungrily as I grind myself against him, I feel him graze my entrance. He pushes my hips down as he flexes his upward, stretching me around him as he starts to slip inside.

I sit up with a sigh and sink him deeper, loving the nearly painful ache that comes with him filling me just past my limit. His hands gliding over the skin of my legs, hips, and down to my ass. He grips it tightly in his hands before one disappears and returns with a hard smack. I gasp when I clench around him, the pain quickly warming into pleasure. 

Swirling my hips as I drop down, I whimper quietly every time I feel his head drag against my walls as I raise back up. He flexes his hips to meet mine, pushing himself deep against the pleasurable spot only he has ever reached. 

I feel blinded by the pleasure of him moving inside me, worshiped by his hands as they claw at my skin for more. My eyes open and find him staring up at me. His lips parted, his eyes wild with desire. As his hands grip me tighter, coaxing me to move faster and faster, I feel myself melting to his will. I look down at him through the hair that falls into my face, challenging him to take me the way I know he wants. 

He picks me up in his arms and lies me back on my back. He pulls down on my top to expose me, lapping his tongue against my nipple before catching it between his lips. I pull him to me, kissing him, loving the way he teases me with light brushes of his lips against mine between quiet sighs of pleasure. He churns his hips, stroking himself against my most sensitive spots, the sound of my wetness deriding my futile attempt to stay quiet.

He presses my legs against my chest, pinning me down as he pumps his hips hard and fast against my ass. I grit my teeth, fighting to hold myself together. I'm helpless in this position, pinned, wrapped tight around the merciless stroking of his cock. Just the way he wants me. 

I stare into his eyes, seeing the pleasure he gets from my torment. Beneath that, I see the need he has for me, the mirror of my own darkest desires. 

The head of his cock rubs hard against my g-spot over and over. I feel my brow tense harder, the pressure building inside me screams for release. I grip his wrist with my hand and his eyes snap to mine. Please, I beg him silently.

Without a word, he loosens his grip on the back of my knees. Dragging his fingers slowly down my inner thighs before pushing them apart. He pushes in deep with one, quick thrust. I gasp and spread my legs wider, wanting more, wanting him to tear me apart. 

He leans up slowly to sit back on his heels, lifting my hips off the couch to meet his. He thrusts hard and deep, making me arch back with a silent moan. He thrusts harder, faster than before. I stare down, watching him sliding in and out of me at a pace that makes me clench around him, but I keep myself on the edge. Part of me fears what happens next. Another part of me begs for it. My eyes roll back with the intense wave of pleasure that rushes over me. 

I'm close, so close when suddenly he stops. "Gabe," he gasps.

"Dad?" Shit. I lean up and see his startled expression over the back of the couch. "Mom? Oh my God! Ah!" he yells and quickly covers his face and runs from the room.

Remy pulls out and we scramble away from one another. He tries to cover himself as I readjust my clothes and go after Gabe. He's fully dressed, his jacket and shoes on. "You should have been in bed asleep! What were you doing!?" I yell at him, flustered by more than one part of this scenario.

"Sneaking out, obviously!" he squeaks, still covering his eyes. "What were you doing!?"

"Having sex, obviously!"

"Oh my God," he whines. "I'm gonna be sick."

Remy laughs. He walks over to stand beside me, still fastening his belt. "And where do you think you're sneaking off to?"

Gabe's hands leave his face, his cheeks as red as mine. "A friend's -- no, what the fuck? I'm not the one in trouble here! You're with Jane! Why are you and mom ... Ugh!"

"I broke it off with Jane," Remy says calmly.

"What!?" Gabe yells.

"Exactly what I said," I agree.

"But, wait. You two ... You're together now?"

"No," I say at the same time Remy says, "Yes."

Remy gives me a sideways glance. "We were ... discussing it."

"Discussing it? Good lord," I sigh. I look back to Gabe who looks lost between bewilderment and hope. "How do you feel about this, kiddo? Would you be okay with us being together?"

"I mean ... Yeah. Of course, but ..."

"But what?" I ask him.

"You two will finally be together? Like, together, together?"

I look at Remy, only to find him looking back at me. "We're going to figure that out."

I watch the smile spread across Gabe's face and it makes my heart skip a beat. But the feeling fades. "You're lucky you're not grounded for trying to sneak out. Go back to your room."

"Okay. Well ... ew, this was mildly traumatizing, but yay! I'm kind of excited," he says with a huge smile. "Love you guys," he says and starts to make his way up the stairs.

I hang my face in my hands. "This is crazy," I groan. "I don't want to crush his dreams, but how the hell are we supposed to make this work?"

Remy looks at me with a smirk. "We could always go to therapy."

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