From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
Maybe it was the booze he’d drank that made him whisper the words or maybe it was the feel of her soft body against
his. Sam wasn’t really sure and if he were honest with himself he would admit that he didn’t really care either.
He had been denying his attraction to Ivy for over a year and now he was finally able to do something about it.
He’d signed his divorce papers earlier tonight and he would hand them over to his lawyer first thing in the morning.
Grace and Julian no longer stood as a barrier between them. His marriage was over. Ivy’s marriage was over. Maybe
by sleeping with her he would finally be able to get her out of his system once and for all. He hoped so because
if it didn’t then the wanting her every waking minute of every damn day just might kill him.
He shook his head then walked down the steps to where Ivy stood and slowly turned her to face him. She stared at
him for what seemed like an eternity and then without any warning whatsoever, she placed a slender hand behind
his head and brought his lips to hers. Heat coursed through his veins as her slender body melded into his. He was
so lost in the kiss that he didn’t realize he was holding her up off the steps until he heard someone cough below
them. He pulled away, albeit reluctantly, then gave her a sheepish grin and without any thought to what he was
doing, he leaned down and scooped her up into his arms. He didn’t even spare a glance to see who had coughed. He
just turned, walked back up the stairs, carried her into his apartment, and kicked the door shut behind them.
The second they reached the inner sanctum of his apartment, he lowered her to the floor and backed her up against
the door then covered her mouth with his. He wasn’t at all surprised when her hands flew to his chest and started
to unbutton his blue shirt. The moment all the buttons were undone, she expertly slid her hands up his chest and
slid the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms to the floor below. She pulled away to give him a satisfied
smile then in a practiced move she turned them so that he was now the one backed against the door. He groaned as
she leaned in a placed a kiss along his jaw. Her nails raked across his chest and he’d thought he’d died and gone
to heaven as she began to kiss her way down his chest toward the waist band of his jeans. He closed his eyes in
ecstasy and leaned his head back against the door as her slender hand ran over his erection.
When her fingers started to work on the snap of his jeans, Sam decided it was time to return the favor. He quickly
turned her around so that her backside met with his arousal then he moved her hair to one side and placed a kiss
at the pulse point on her neck. He gently sucked and as a pleasure filled moan tore from her throat, he smiled.
He’d almost forgotten how responsive she was. He ran his hands up her arms then grabbed the material of her red
jacket and slid it off her shoulders and arms. Once it was free, he tossed it to the side, pulled her back flush
against him, and placed a kiss on the smooth satin skin of her shoulder blade that the silky white tank top she
wore didn’t cover. Then he slid his hands along her waist and up underneath her shirt to cover her breasts with
his palms. He gently began to knead them and her response was immediate. Her head flew back against his shoulder
and one hand stole it’s way to the back of his neck and brought him in for a heated kiss, a kiss that seared what
little doubt he had into oblivion.
She ran her other hand down his side then reached behind her and smoothed her hand over his bulging erection. He
moaned in response then tore his mouth from hers to pull her shirt over her head. She leaned forward so that he
could gather the material up then once she was free of it she started to lean back against him. But he held her
where she stood and began to kiss his way along her back while his hands worked at releasing the snap of her bra.
He unhooked it with ease then raised his hands to his shoulders, slid a finger underneath the straps there, and
gently, seductively tugged it down her arms, making sure to let his finger graze her arms all the way. She responded
with a shiver and he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. It had been so long since they’d been together
and yet it seemed like yesterday.
"You think that’s funny, do you?" She asked a playful smile on her lips as she turned around to face
him. He sucked in a ragged breath as her breasts came into view. She was just as he remembered. Her taut nipples
caught his attention and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to touch her. He covered a breast with his
palm and the fit was perfect. He was sure her breasts had been made for his hands, his hands and his alone. But
touching her wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste her too. He slid his hands around her back then pressed her closer
as he bent his knees and took one dusky nipple into his mouth. She tasted even better than he remembered.
Her hands stole their way into his hair as his mouth teased and tormented her breasts. He smiled against her skin
then took one nipple between his teeth and gently bit. Ivy came unglued. She cried out his name as she lost control
and he couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his chest as she climaxed. He would have preferred to be inside
her, but just knowing he caused the pleasure he could see on her face was almost enough to make him lose control
right along with her. But he didn’t. He was determined to be inside her when that happened.
"Sorry." Ivy mumbled leaning her head against his chest. "It’s… it’s been a long time for me."
How long, he wondered? How long had it been since she’d been with a man? He couldn’t stop the jealousy that rose
in his chest anymore than he could have denied that was flaring between them. He raised a hand to cup her chin
then raised her head and used his other hand to move her hair back off her face. "How long sweetheart? How
long has it been for you?"
She took a deep breath and averted her eyes before she spoke. "Years. It’s been years."
Years! He’d known she wasn’t sleeping with Julian, but he’d just assumed that she, like her husband, had taken
other lovers. But evidently he’d been wrong. He couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face at knowing he was
the man that was about to change that.
He leaned in to place a kiss on her lips, while at the same time lowering a hand to the back of her knees and once
again swinging her up into his arms. He never broke the kiss as he carried her into the bedroom and gently laid
her onto the bed. They removed the rest of their clothing, and as they began to explore each other’s bodies, Sam
felt the years melt away. Being with Ivy this way made him realize just how much he had missed having her in his
life. It also made him realize that one night would never be enough… not for him or for her.
Ivy woke to find herself wrapped in Sam’s warm embrace. The memories on the night before floated through her brain
and she couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her lips as she recalled the pleasure they had given each other
last night. It had been over twenty years since they had last made love, but last night had definitely been worth
the wait. Sam Bennett had always been an exceptional lover and time had only improved his technique. A small tinge
of jealousy coursed through her as she thought about the woman that had been privy to sharing that time with him,
but just as quickly as it arrived it was gone. She was the one that was in his arms now, not Grace, and she planned
to make sure she stayed there.
She turned her head to look at him and had to draw in a deep breath when she found his beautiful green eyes openly
watching her. She tried to judge his mood but found she couldn’t. But then he smiled at her and she knew...
After twenty years of wishing, wanting, praying, Sam Bennett was finally hers. She finally had him, as he had always
had her, heart and soul.