"Love Unspoken"

by

Elizabeth

They stood in perfect silence, she at the foot of the bed, he at the door. Their engagement had been relatively short and joyous, and yet they had not yet shared a bed. At first they had tried, but Gracie or one of the others had always unwittingly foiled it in some way. Then Maxwell had found himself overwhelmed by preparation for a new play. Finally, they had decided it wise to provide proper role models for the children.

But now there were no such barriers. Now as they stood perfectly still, he in tux and she in white gown, 5 years of words unspoken and unacknowledged tension flowed silently between them. As Maxwell recalled his own behaviour over the previous years, his face twisted into a tortured apology. Fran needed no words to understand his emotions. Theirs was a conversation without words, as those who are intimately close often do. She gently shook her head, smiled, and Max felt the relief of forgiveness wash over him.

The distance between them slowly decreased as they stepped cautiously toward one another. Maxwell could see her love for him written plainly on her face. His own eyes expressed every joyous word of love he had ever known. As her hands clasped in his he felt the soft, delicate lines of her hands, hands that had longed to caress him, to hold him, to be held...

He felt her arms slip under his, pulling him close. He returned the embrace, pressing closer to her until he felt the contour of every part of her body against his. Fran buried her face in his shoulder. A feeling of elation welled up inside her, spilling onto her face and almost coaxing tears from her eyes.

The bedside radio was tuned to an FM station, and Pachelbel's Canon was quietly playing, but they were not listening.

Maxwell began to cover her neck with tiny kisses, tracing a line up to her ear, along her cheek and concluding at her lips. At first their kisses were soft and gentle. Slowly, slowly, their feverish kissing lengthened and deepened.

Maxwell's fingers began searching for the zip running up Fran's back. This was something he'd longed for, dreamt of, and imagined in every minute detail. But now, presented with the real thing, adrenalin rushed through his arms and fingers making his hands shake, and he fumbled ashamedly at the zip. Fran sensed the growing tension in his body, broke the kiss, and met his dark, uncertain eyes with hers. Her soft smile was a silent statement of encouragement and support, and she clasped his face in her hands and kissed him gently on the nose. She moved her body close to his again, knowing that he would derive comfort from the closeness of her body. His hand, now driven by a mind of its own, moved straight to her zipper and unfastened it.

Fran loosened his bow tie and began working on the buttons on the front of his shirt. He quickly slipped his jacket off and let it fall on the floor. Fran traced her fingers over his bare chest, followed closely by her lips. She began to lightly trace her her lips across his supple skin, gently toying with some of the hairs with her teeth. Soon, as the passion in her began to stir, she began to cover his chest with kisses.

As Fran slipped her arms out of her gown, the bodice fell away, hanging loosely behind her. Fran felt a slight flush revealing herself to her lover for the first time, but it didn't last long. The dress slipped away into a satin pool on the floor.

The low, incandescent light of the bedside lamps lent soft overtones to Fran's curvaceous, slim form. Maxwell's eyes drank in the beauty of her figure momentarily, and then he beckoned her to the silky white sheets.

Their love making was soft and sensual. For Fran it was the culmination of five years of unrealised longing, a long forgotten sensation brought back with overwhelming beauty. She was touched by Maxwell's soft, gentle approach, his unspoken care for her body. Nothing could have been more different to her rather more "physical" encounters with Danny and his clumsy, self-serving manner.

Neither words nor murmurs escaped, for their lips clung together. Their bodies molded perfectly together like two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, moving rhythmically together in magnificent consummation.

Moments later, though to them it seemed an exhilarating eternity, their joining culminated and at last they were fulfilled in one another's arms.

Outside, the dusky moon rose into a perfectly clear star-studded sky. Her light shone down on the two lovers snuggling close, falling asleep together. Their union that night had been as their love had been for the previous four years: unspoken.

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