The Affair

Marlena lifted her head, meeting his gaze. She came over to the Pub to run away from the look in his eyes; she thought she’d be alone. Caroline (Roman’s mother) took the children to feed the ducks so she had the house all to herself. Her eyes widened in her blushed face. Her hands trembled on the back of the chair. Desire flickered across her face as her gaze roved over him. “Roma-John, I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to calling you John" she whispered, the sound of her voice almost drowned out by the music in the room. Seeing her lips wrapped around the shape of his name made his c**k ache. Fuck, he couldn't wait to hear her cry out for him while she came. It had been far too long since the last time. His stomach muscles clenched hard at the thought. "Marlena," he said. Her name on his lips was a sigh of relief, an affirmation, and a sigh of surrender all rolled into one. “John, you shouldn't be here...we shouldn't be doing this at all...Roman’s back, and he’s my-" “Husband?” He bit his tongue, fighting the groan threatening to escape, making sure no one was watching, he cupped her ass in his hands instead of answering. He wanted to hear her moans. The fabric of her pink dress suit molded to her form as he kneaded. The urge to tear it from her body and lose himself in her rage. He fought it back and bit at her throat. "I was your husband for all these years; I cannot simply forget it and move on, Doc. Have you moved on? Tell me." "You…and I…." Marlena drowned in sensation, too overwhelmed by the feel of John to think straight. He was everywhere, his velvety commands filling the intimate bubble around them. Heat and lust and the ache for more welled within her at each sinful word from his lips. Every inch of her skin seemed to hum with life and energy, enveloping her in peace and pleasure. Sensing it, he drew her to the corner of the room. "John." She couldn't help but moan his name as his big hands massaged her ass, and his lips and tongue played along her neck, driving her mad in the best way possible. She held firm to him, her hands clutched in the silky softness of his hair. The bulge in his pants rubbed across her center with every sway of his hips. “John...no…” she swayed. "f**k," he whispered, bucking into her more forcefully than before. She sighed at that added pressure where she needed it most. "Tell me, baby." His teeth were at her neck again, scraping along her sensitive flesh. "You can’t possibly forget what we shared" "I can’t," she gasped, letting her head fall back to grant him access to the racing pulse in her throat. "I can’t forget." "You can’t forget this, Marlena?" He dug his fingertips into the flesh of her ass. "Or this?" He slipped his fingers beneath the slit of her skirt and around her thigh, caressing across the thin scrap of silk between her legs. "Or this, maybe?" He ran his knuckles across her center, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her body jerked in the response each time. "Yes," tumbled all too willingly from her parted lips. "Do you remember how I used to taste you?" he asked, pulling her earlobe into his mouth. The sharp, erotic pain of his bite pulled another quiet cry of pleasure from her lips, another sway of her hips against his. "Do you remember how I buried my face between your thighs until you screamed?" "Oh God," she said, undone by his wicked whispers and the onslaught of sensation spiraling through her. "Because I remember." He brushed his knuckles across her center again. "I spread you out beneath me and devoured you. You came on my tongue, screaming my name. Do you remember that, Doc?" "Oh, God, yes." God, she screamed his name over and over. Ever since she came back to Salem, she had woken from an afternoon nap with his name reverberating in the air around her, and her hand buried in her panties as orgasm rocked through her. He dipped his finger into the band of her panties and across her already soaked folds. “We can’t...” she raised her hand to grab his wrist. "f**k," he said, his body tensing when she arched into his touch with a soft cry. He jerked his hand away from her. She cried out and opened her eyes to find him scanning the room, probably looking for a secluded spot. Before he could find one and convince her to go with him, she had to stop this. As much as she wanted him, this was wrong and she had made vows to her husband. “John, wait, I can’t.. we can’t do this. Don’t you remember our time in Mexico when we found out the truth? We said we would be faithful to them. I intend to keep that promise.” Back to the Past: Mexico John was reeling from the blow that he was indeed not the real Roman Boaty. But how could that be when he felt so certain about who he was. A month ago Marlena had been missing and presumed dead, and he was engaged to Isabella. Two weeks ago she came back to him at their special place and they went looking for answers to her time spent missing. They found more than expected when the real Roman jumped out of the bushes when he saw Marlena with John. Now Marlena has decided to reconcile with Roman and John just found out Isabella is pregnant. Roman described it as “maybe it was God’s way of telling everyone which direction they should go,” but it wasn’t that simple to John. “Doc, I have to tell you something, Isabella is pregnant and I wanted you to hear it from me.” Her face fell a bit but she caught herself, she was prepared to do the hardest thing she’d ever been faced with but she believed it was the right thing. “Of course she’s pregnant. The nausea, passing out, I tried really hard not to know she was pregnant.” “She thought you might know. God, Doc this is so screwed up. I don’t have any of my own memories and now the ones that I do have I’m supposed to forget.” “No, don’t forget it. Our memories are what make us who we are. Just think of this as a place you stopped along the way, and now you’re going to have your very own family. I think that’s wonderful, John.” “Everything is wonderful if you can forget one thing.. how am I supposed to move on from us, were we just playing house, Marlena?” “No, don’t do that, don’t diminish what we were to each other. We had real feelings and I don’t intend to forget them or my memories of my time with you.” “Ohh doc, I really loved you. But I know that he’s a good guy because I remember how you ran to me when you found out I was him. That tells me he’s one of the good ones. You be happy doc.” “I want you to be happy too, John.” She’s getting choked up but forces herself to finish this and end it once and for all letting them off the hook. “I will always cherish our time together. Do you know some women go their whole lives never finding anyone really great, and I’ve found two. I loved you.. love you.” He grabs her hand, as emotional as she is but finding the strength to let her end this on their terms, and smiles his charming smile. With that he drops her hand and walks away to his new life, whatever that may be. Back to the present: Pub Her impassioned plea finally breaks through his haze of lust. As much as he wants her, he knows they have to remain honest to their vows. He looks her in the eyes and says “You’re right, doc, you’re always right. Go. Now. Before I won’t be able to let you leave.” “John..” she questions with breathlessness in her voice. He can’t stand it anymore and says “I’ve gotta get out of here before I do something we both regret. I’ll see you later, Marlena.” She turned to watch him leave, willing herself to get her emotions under control before Caroline returns with the kids.