Failed reconciliation

For the first time in a long time, Blaine took Ophelia’s hand as they walked into the mansion, and then up to their unit. 

All the maids in their black dresses and white aprons kept their heads bent. But not before she noticed the surprise of their faces.

Blaine increased his pace, and she ran after him, her heels clacking and her purse swinging beside her.

She was as happy as a little girl. 

They walked past the housekeeper, who was obviously displeased that they did not take their shoes off at the door, but she glared at the woman and her bow deepened.

Blaine turned to her as soon as they walked past their bedroom door. He spun her around, and she gasped and then blushed as he unzipped her dress.

Where has all this passion been? Who had he been giving it to? Was this why Ariel was unwilling to let him go?

He kissed the nape of her neck, and her eyes closed, as she squeezed her toes together in her shoes at the sensation traveling round her body.

“I have to see just how much damage he did to you.” She heard Blaine’s low voice behind her.

“What?” Her eyes whipped open, and she turned around to him. 

Then she remembered she was not supposed to be aggravating this man, so she exhaled as she leaned in close.

“Honey, we should not be wasting any more time.” She reached out and cupped his chin in the palm of her hand.

“I am not..” Blaine started to say.

“Shhh.” She leaned up and kissed him. “It’s not every day we have all this time to ourselves.” 

Blaine stiffened against her body, and not in a good way. She realized immediately that she had messed up. She should not have said that.

“Olivia.” He gasped. “Is she home? I was so..”

“Blaine!” Ophelia yelled, her eyes bright and angry. “Can you even see me? Olivia is fine, but can you see me?”

He froze and stared at her, although she had not thought those words would get his attention. 

She could see the struggle in his eyes. For the first time in a long time, she saw he really wanted to be with her, but he was also worried about their daughter.

Still holding his gaze, she sunk her hand in her purse and fished for her phone.

“Where is my daughter?” She cut the moronic nanny off even as she was cowering and greeting from the other end of the screen.

The nanny moved and soon the image of little Olivia lying awake on the bed filled her screen, her head all wrapped up in a bandage.

“Hi princess.” She said gently. 

The toddler’s eyes came alive as she reached both her tiny hands for the phone and blabbered, bringing it too close to her face.

“Mother and Father will see you tomorrow, OK?” She said brightly as Blaine came up beside her to stare into the screen too.

She discreetly ended the call before he could get a word in. 

She was desperate not to ruin this mood, although she feared things were slowly spiraling out of her control already.

“She must have mistakenly hung up, rubbing her face all over the phone like that.” Ophelia turned to half smile at her husband.

Blaine’s eyes still looked a little vacant, filled with worry.

“We will go to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning.” She said, watching him, and wondering why she was so unfortunate. Other women did not have to do all this just to get their husbands to sleep with them.

How had she gone from beating men away from her, all her life, especially after she won the Miss World trophy, to playing tricks to get a man in her bed?

Blaine finally looked up and ran his hand through his hair in distress. “Ophelia, I am so sorry.”

His voice was as soothing as a syrup and wiped her memory of all the negative emotions she had been feeling only a second ago.

“I just..” He stopped. “I have a duty to you, and I will do it.”

She watched him quietly. 

On another day she would have been pretty pissed at a man seeing him making love to her as some kind of duty. But coming from this man, and here, it sounded pretty hot to her.

“Kiss me already.” She said breathlessly, and Blaine swept her up. He crushed his lips against hers, his hands beneath her dress, grasping at her flesh, fingering her panties, stroking, firmly massaging.

She moaned loudly, throwing her head back as her back touched the bed. 

If this was duty, she would take it.

She gripped him, the heat of his skin rubbing against her sending waves after waves of shock round her body. 

He undressed her quickly, tossing her clothing at every angle of their bedroom.

She was not sure when they last had sex like this. 

It had to be the very first time. When she had asked him to her apartment in New York months after he had taken her on a date every single weekend.

This was the one thing that had swayed her decision about choosing him even when she was still dating Draco.

Blaine loved and made love differently. 

Where Draco was possessive and wanted to claim every inch of her, Blaine worshiped her body. His whole body was sensitive to the tiniest cues of pleasure from her. 

It seemed like every time he got under the sheets with her, his only goal was to please.

“Blaine!” She cried out loudly, arching her back as soon as he took her nipple between his lips. 

Her whole body was on fire, and she was desperate to feel him inside her now. 

He teased, pleasured and then took, and she was screaming his name over and over again.

“We need music if your voice is going to be this way.” Blaine moved his head away from her breasts to grin at her. 

She felt the walls between her legs clench at how ridiculously handsome he looked at that moment.

She reached up to caress his face as her other hand fished around for her phone beside her. 

Why had she taken this man for granted for so long? After this night, she would throw her weight into fixing their marriage.

She would go to Ariel’s house herself to strangle if she had to.

“I love you.” She said, gasping as his finger traced a line up her thigh and then sunk into the wetness suddenly.

He was staring at her the whole time, and it intensified the sensations she felt.

“And I, you.” He grinned, and then her phone finally connected with the speakers. 

Music was supposed to fill the room, but instead, what they both heard was Draco’s voice.

Ophelia stiffened as her eyes went wide, and Blaine’s fingers froze. 

He frowned in confusion. She wanted to stop the video so bad, hit pause so that Draco’s dirty talk would end, but she could not.

If she dared, Blaine would want to see her phone, and then he would definitely leave her for that pale witch.