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Chapter 1
Ellie crossed her legs gingerly, taking care not to knock the person sitting next to her on the subway. Sitting across from her was a man she thought she’d never see again in Washington D.C., much less riding on the subway with her.
Alan Grant gave her a knowing smile as he ran his long fingers down his camel-brown suit jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles. The two of them had spent a long day testifying in front of congress. Ellie felt like the two of them made an especially potent one-two punch, damning and discrediting Biosyn with their scientific analysis and as witnesses to what had happened in the Dolomites.
“I feel like this could make a real difference,” Alan had said to her earlier as they descended into the subway station. “I had this weird feeling in my chest when we left chambers. And at first, I was worried…then, I realized what I was feeling was –”
“Hope?” Ellie turned to him, smiling.
“Bingo,” he said, tapping his nose.
“This is our stop,” she called out to him. He nodded and grabbed his padfolio from his lap and got to his feet. He reached out a hand to her and pulled her up next to him.
The automatic doors slid open and they stepped out onto the platform. They made their way up the staircase and into Ellie’s neighborhood.
As Ellie fished around in her purse for her keys, Alan’s hand settled on the small of her back, guiding her in after she unlocked the door.
Although he had been staying with her there in D.C. for 5 days, he already felt like he was at home. It certainly wasn’t because of the actual townhome, as welcoming and as cozy as it was. It was all down to being near Ellie. When he was with her, he felt like he was back home, where he belonged.
They had rekindled their long dormant, but still powerfully fiery relationship quickly, but for whatever reason, they held off on consummating it. Every night since their return from Italy, they had spent the evenings curled up in Ellie’s bed, holding hands, kissing, and cuddling, with the TV blaring in the background. Everything was so much like it had been in 1993.
But when Ellie’s hand would brush up against his waistband, he would tense like a man in a dentist’s chair. He could not organize his thoughts on going down this road again with Ellie. It’s not like he hadn’t enjoyed their sex life when they were younger. Quite the contrary: he lived for sex with her. But they were both…so much older.
Could I even keep up? Could I even satisfy her?
As Ellie kicked her high heels off, his mind wandered back to those very early days, when their lust for one another was so intense, it was hard to focus on anything other than one another.
He watched her massage the arch of her foot, exhaling deeply.
“Tired?” he asked, pulling off his loafers.
“You could say that again,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “All I want is a shower and my bed.”
He grinned. “I am amenable to that schedule.”
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He lathered up some of Ellie’s peppermint body wash in his hands and dragged the suds up and down her back, neck and shoulders, massaging her firmly, working out any knots he came across. She groaned loudly, letting her head drop back, resting on his collarbone.
“Those hands Alan…they work magic.”
Ellie then returned the favor for Alan, taking her time as she rubbed him down. She delighted in how much he visibly relaxed during her ministrations, with his mouth agape and eyes clenched shut. As the jets of warm water rinsed the suds off his back, she gave him a long, firm lick between his shoulder blades.
“God…what are you doing back there? Attempted murder?” He turned around to face her after he turned off the tap. He ran his hands through his hair, shaking it into a messy, wavy, pompadour. Ellie bit her lip. What a silver fox with gorgeous hair.
“If only I could find someone who would…uhm…stab me in the shower.”
“You’re so bad,” he said, pulling her into a wet hug, being careful not to press his half-mast erection into her belly.
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“Don’t you look nice in that shot?” Ellie asked Alan, nudging him with her toe.
“I didn’t realize they’d be filming any part of the testimony,” he grumbled. “If I knew I’d be on TV I would have…”
“Would have what?” Ellie smirked. “Left me high and dry?”
“Well, no, but…” he trailed off, unable to think of an alternative.
“That’s what I thought,” Ellie said, ruffling his hair. Alan kissed her wrist as she brought her hand back down to rest on his chest.
“Hey, Alan?”
“Mhm?” he said, picking up the remote and flipping through some other TV channels.
“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?”
Alan was taken aback by her bluntness.
“What?”
“Oh, you heard me. Don’t make me ask again.”
“Well…I do. I want you.”
“So…what’s the hold-up?” He shifted uncomfortably.
“Well, I’m not the guy I used to be…I’m going to be 65 soon.” Ellie’s eyes lowered and she blushed.
“Alan, you know they make a pill for that.”
He shook his head quickly.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I mean, not really. It’s been a long time for me. I know how much we want this and I’d hate to disappoint you.”
She curled up close to him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Oh Alan, you just being here with me is more than I ever dreamed could have happened.” She took hold of his hand and kissed it. “Three years ago, I was extracting myself from a lifeless, loveless marriage, re-entering the singles market as a 50-year-old woman. I never thought I’d have a second chance with my first love.”
He smiled at her candidness.
“Me either.”
She wrapped an arm around him and he returned the motion, dropping a series of kisses on her forehead.
“Do you have any uh…protection?” he asked shyly.
She laughed.
“Alan, I’m 53. I’ve had an irregular period for a while now, which makes me think I’m going to go through menopause.”
Alan’s eyes widened.
“Oh, put your eyes back in their sockets,” she said, poking her elbow into his ribs. “Surely you know what menopause is. You are a scientist after all.”
“Oh, I know what it is. I think.” He made a face feigning ignorance. She rolled her eyes.
“I won’t get pregnant. And I’ve had a boring monogamous marriage and had a clean check-up recently.”
“Well, I am pretty much a virgin at this point,” Alan said, waving his hand downward. “It’s been at least…7 or 8 years.”
“Have you been to the doctor for a check-up recently?”
He nodded.
“Georgetown made me when I took up their part-time appointment…what was it…2 years ago?” Ellie gave him a wide smile and shimmied her shoulders.
“Well, in that case, I am ready whenever you are,” she said, kissing him thoroughly, cupping his face with both hands.
“Tenacious as always,” he whispered against her lips. She giggled and threw her leg over him, straddling him.
She could not contain her excitement as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. Alan chuckled.
“Oh, so this is what boobs feel like!”
“Less talking, more kissing,” she said before descending on him, laying siege to his mouth with her own.
Alan could feel his heartbeat accelerate like a Camaro on an open highway.
“Oh god, I have missed you,” Ellie moaned as she rolled her hips against his groin. Alan tried to think of something clever and romantic to say.
“I’m so happy this is happening.” Ellie giggled.
“Smooth.”
“It’s no lie,” he said, gripping her hips. Ellie could feel her nipples grow taut as Alan’s head dipped down to her breasts to give them each a lick and a suck through her nightie. She threw her head back and gasped.
He felt her nightie move up under his hands, causing him to harden slowly. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them. Ellie looked at him slightly puzzled.
“What are you – ooohhh…”
He placed his fingers under her nightie and pushed her underwear to the side. She felt his long fingers firmly but gently explore her opening before settling on her clit, drawing small tight circles on it. She bit her lip hard and leaned down further onto Alan’s lap.
“You seem to remember what to do,” she breathed into his ear. “Oh those hands…how I’ve missed those hands…”
“They’ve missed you…I’ve missed you…you feel like heaven, darlin’.”
“He never touched me like this,” she groaned before sinking her teeth into his shoulder. “He never made me feel this good .”
Alan shuddered, feeling fully engorged now. Removing his fingers, his hips rose up to meet hers. Ellie whimpered.
“Please, Alan. Please…” He pushed up on her hips and flipped her onto her back and quickly pulled his boxer briefs down, finally freeing himself. Ellie wriggled up the bed while simultaneously pulling her underwear down.
Alan held himself in his hand and shyly looked down at her.
“Ready?”
She licked her lips and locked eyes with him.
“Yes. Take me, Alan.”
He took a deep breath and then lowered himself onto her. She draped her arms around his neck as he settled into a slow, steady rhythm.
As her orgasm slowly built, she wondered through a haze what Alan had been so nervous about. He still instinctively knew how to please her; it was as if no time had passed. She felt him pull her legs high, almost nearly up around his ribcage.
“I don’t know if I can feel enough of your body, Ellie,” he moaned into her ear. “I wish I could burrow into you.”
She grabbed the pillow from behind her head and lifted her hips into him, sliding it under her hips.
“Oooh yes, that’s my baby,” he said, his angle of attack changing subtly, the pillow allowing him to plunge deeper into her while simultaneously rubbing her clit with the base of his member. She gave a strangled yelp.
He paused, breathless.
“Did I hurt you?” His eyebrow furrowed, as he gave her a moist kiss on the lips.
“Yes, but it felt good.” He looked confused.
“Should I –”
“Don’t stop, please keep going,” she said as she writhed like a woman possessed. Alan gave a short, bark-like laugh before starting into her again.
She felt the bloom of her orgasm begin and her eyes rolled back into her head. Alan automatically sped up, encouraged by the blushing pink color spreading across her decolletage and breasts. As he felt her pulse and cum all around him, he heard her squeal loudly, arching her back off the bed.
“Oh Alan, oh ALAN,” she screamed. He continued to thrust into her, feeling himself close to the finish line. He leaned down to her ear and whispered to her in a low voice.
“That’s it, my darlin’ girl, give your love all to me…bathe me in your love.”
“Yes, Alan, yes…”
“Say that you’re mine,” he whispered, as he kissed her neck.
“Oh I am yours…all yours,” she whimpered, still shuddering from her orgasm.
This was the last thing Alan remembered as he finally lost control, spilling himself into her for what seemed like an eternity.
“Honey…honey,” he heard her say. She was caressing his ears and neck. He blinked a few times and then slowly looked down at her, his breath still ragged.
“Are you ok?” she asked. “You’re shaking.” He leaned down and touched his nose to hers.
“I am pretty sure I traveled through space and time just now.”
She laughed into his neck.
“That makes two of us.”
“God…I love you, Ellie. I love you so much. I don’t know how I ever let you go.” He nuzzled his face into her chest, breathing in her perfume.
Ellie dragged her fingers across his lips and gazed into his sea-blue eyes.
“We have spent so many years apart, Alan. I won’t allow it to happen again. We can’t. Not after all that we have survived and been through.”
He kissed her fingers.
“Are you saying…”
“I’m saying I want you here with me, in D.C.,” she said slowly. She swept her fingers through his thick grey hair. He smiled like a schoolboy.
“I’ll pack up the dig. I can leave tomorrow or the day after. Then, I’ll come here and be with you.”
“That might be the best idea you’ve ever had,” she said, tears pricking at her eyes. It was finally becoming a reality. He was leaving the desert. He had finally chosen her.