Post by Mimi on Aug 31, 2006 21:45:57 GMT -5
2.4 This Woman’s World
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
-- William Shakespeare 116
“Doc what’s going on with us,” Roman asked himself, lifting her portrait from his desk. He studied her portrait closely; she was smiling—in the middle of one of her infectiously adorable laugh spells, head tilted back, and mouth agape. Her hair cascading around her shoulders in a blonde halo of curls, eyes dancing with joy—love filled her face. She was a remarkably beautiful woman: a perfectly symmetric face, a pert nose, and small mouth, creamy skin with brown freckles.
“Roman.”
“Bo,” Roman said looking up. “Hey come in… have a seat.”
“Thanks,” Bo said placing a file on Roman’s desk. “I wanted to go over some things in the Dukoff case… but I you seem miles away from here.”
Roman shrugged, “I guess I am.”
“Marlena?” Bo asked looking at the picture in Roman’s hand.
“Yeah, isn’t it always about a woman?” He said placing Marlena’s picture back on the desk, and looking towards Bo. “She’s different man. I can’t put my finger on it but Marlena’s changed…”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean she’s not herself… not since I’ve come back from this last trip. Something’s changed Bo.”
“We all change bro…”
“Of course we changed,” Roman responded uneasily, clenching his fist close to his chest. “I’ve changed. The Marlena I married was just so different. So full of life and enjoyed being in my company… enjoyed being my wife.”
“Are you saying she doesn’t anymore?”
Roman ran his fingers through his hair exasperatedly. “I’m saying I don’t like who she has become. I don’t enjoy being in her presence. Don’t get me wrong… I love her. I would do anything for her and my children, but so many things have happened.”
“Not of her doing Roman.” Bo pointed out.
“No, we all know it’s not Marlena’s fault she fell in love with John,” he said rather sarcastically. “She thought he was me. I’ve heard the story. It doesn’t change how I feel. That man has ruined my life.”
“Roman is this about John or Marlena? I don’t see how the two are in conjunction. She’s with you; she married you. You two just had a baby, man. Come on, Marlena has been in love with since you first protected her.”
“That’s just it… I don’t feel like I can protect her anymore. Everything around us is shaky. I’m shaky. Bo, I can’t control myself anymore… not when it comes to Doc. A couple of weeks ago, I nearly struck Doc,” he confessed lowering his voice. “It was purely anger… she said something and I felt my hand rise.”
“Did you?” Bo inquired concerned.
Roman shook his head.
“Good.”
“How could I do that to Doc? How could I even think of striking her? She’s the love of my life Bo. She’s the mother of my children… and now when she looks at me there’s this distant glare. It’s like she’s looking beyond me. It’s tearing me up. We haven’t spoken in weeks. I’m sleeping on the couch. It’s bad Bo.”
“No, you have to talk to her. You can straighten this out. I know Marlena. She’s a forgiving person and she loves you. Think about your children… about little Belle… she needs you and Doc strong and together.”
Roman agreed, “I think we do need to talk. It’ll be good for us to have it out. Doc says communication is the most important aspect of any relationship. I’m going to head over to Salem University,” He said grabbing his coat.
“Good.”
“Thanks man.” Roman said before hurrying from the office.
~~~~~~~~~~
“So the new patient cancelled,” Marlena said, twirling the telephone cord between her fingers. “Did she reschedule Chloe?”
“Yes… Mrs. Miranda Christopher… in two days.”
“Okay, thank you Chloe. You can go on home. I’ll lock up when I’m finished here.”
“Goodnight Dr. Evans.”
Marlena replaced the phone on its cradle and checked the clock. She’d promised Caroline she would be home no later than four o’clock. On her last check on home, Belle was napping after a bottle and Caroline was starting dinner for the girls. Marlena opened her last patient file to pencil some notes. Cynthia Dobson, had been a patient of Marlena for over two years, one of the first cases upon her return to her practice. She was a wife and mother who’d been having an affair with her co-worker for over half her marriage, stuck in limbo on how to live two lives separately. Marlena listened in amazement at how she juggled two relationships with men who she claimed to both love and respect. The similarity to Cynthia Dobson was not lost on Marlena; she’d felt the heat rush to her cheeks when Cynthia described how much she loved her husband and yet wanted to be with her lover.
Marlena was so enveloped in the file that she didn’t hear John wrapping lightly on the door. “You busy Doc?”
She looked up, “Yes I am. I’ve gotta get home to the girls.” She said closing the file in front of her. “What are you doing here?” She asked impatiently.
“You… I heard that you were back to work today. I wanted to see how it was going.” John said crossing the room. She looked him over; he stood in front of her desk in a black turtleneck, black leather jacket, and dark jeans.
“Did you hear that from Kristen?” Marlena asked, tapping her feet underneath her desk.
“No. I didn’t hear anything from Kristen. I haven’t seen her.” He said furrowing his bushy eyebrows at her. “Why would you ask me that?”
Marlena pushed herself away from her desk. “She came to visit me today,” she told him as she walked to replace Cynthia Dobson’s patient file in her cabinet.
“Why… what did she say Doc?”
“In a word—she wants you,” Marlena told him superciliously. “She wants me to let you go.”
“It’s not her decision… or your decision for that matter,” he huffed. “I’ve told you how I feel about her.” John said touching Marlena’s shoulder lightly causing her to shiver beneath his fingers.
“John, I don’t like people assuming that I’m holding you back. I’ve told you,” she said sitting on the edge of her desk in front of him. “Move on.”
John watched her incredulously, “Don’t say that to me. I’m in love with you; you’re in love with me. This conversation is pointless.” He said trying to retreat from the room.
“Wait a minute,” She called after him.
John stopped and turned to face her, “Doc… I’m not involved with her.”
“John she…”
He rushed back toward Marlena, “Did you hear me? I’m not in love with her. I don’t want any woman as much as I want you.” He said cupping her face between his hands.
Marlena sighed heavily, “You can’t have me,” she said seductively. An overwhelming urge rushed her suddenly and she could do nothing except lift her lips to John’s mouth. She kissed him urgently. “I don’t want you to be with her.” She cried between kisses. “I don’t want you to be with anyone.” She said possessively sucking hungrily on his lips while his hands fumbled with the buttons of her suit. She pushed them away and looked wide-eyed at him. She wanted to be in control. She guided his hands in an upward sweep from her thighs to her hips, lifting her skirt with them. Pushing aside her undergarment, he caressed her slightly, teasing her moist middle with sweeps of his fingers in tantalizing motions.
“No,” she said close to his ear, sucking the skin of his neck hungrily until the familiar redness appeared. Marlena’s fingers traveled down his chest to the waistband his jeans; releasing the tension that her seduction was causing as she unbuttoned his pants, she lowered them slowly to his knees. She watched him as she did, licking sensually across his face and mouth. He cupped her from behind and lifted her, helping her wrap her legs around his hips. He entered her forcefully, tightening his grip around her body and forcing her back into the nearby wall. She moaned loudly as their bodies crashed against one another, as John roughly moved in and out of her body. He wanted her always….he needed her always….and her body belonged to him always. His mouth traveled to her neck as he sucked on her soft skin, determined to leave his trademark. He felt her disapproval as her hands clenched his hair and yanked his mouth from her skin.
“No….you can’t. Not there….” She moaned as he sucked her mouth to his, all the while desperately thrusting in and out of her body.
“Then where? I am leaving a mark…I don’t care what you say.” John breathed harshly against her mouth, as Marlena shut her eyes. The sensation of the tip of his penis powerfully hitting her back wall momentarily silenced her. Her hands clenched onto his shirt as she balled the material in her fists while her legs clung around his waist. Her head was arched back into the wall, the pleasure overwhelming all her senses, threatening to rush her into the sweet oblivion.
“You can’t….not anymore….Ro….Ooo God….Roman saw it….” Marlena groaned as John paused for a moment. Thoughts of roman making love to Marlena invaded all of his thoughts as he yanked Marlena’s body from the wall and threw them both down on the couch. She gasped at his sudden action as her eyes grew in confusion as he pulled out of her body. Without words, John ripped his turtleneck from his body and dropped to his knees as his mouth dove to her sensitive skin on her inside thighs. She clenched her eyes shut as she bit her lower lip, desperately determined to hold back any cries of passion. With strong sucks, his mouth wrenched her light skin, occasionally nipping it with his teeth. Once he felt that was accomplished he moved to her other one as he heard her whisper what was he doing. He continued to mark her where he had previously done so before, knowing that if these were there…the chance of her not sleeping with Roman were greater. His eyes closed, his mouth working in overtime, his penis painfully aroused and ready….his passion even greater then before. He moved back and smiled as he noticed his handy work, the bright purple marks on her light skin, quite the contrast.
“Did you make love to him?” He asked as his mouth plunged to the skin above her pelvic bone and right above her hairline. He sucked hard as she tried to push his head away, unable to take the slight pain of him yanking her skin.
“John…stop…” She begged as she opened her eyes a bit and tried to sit up. The sudden force of his grasp caught her off guard as she felt her body pinned to the sofa once more.
“Did you make love to him?” He voice was a little more stern and demanding, as she moaned softly.
“No….I didn’t….I haven’t.” She whispered as she felt his mouth disappear from her tingling and sore skin. She opened her eyes slightly and watched as John leaned over her, taking her mouth in his and deeply falling into his sweet kiss.
“Are you lying to me?” The words were lost, smothered as their lips fought against each other.
“No….” Was all he heard as he filled her up again with his thick muscle. Her scream was silenced by his mouth as he continued to move in and out of her body, pushing her weak body to the limit, almost as if he were determined to break her in two. She was almost positive that if anyone came into the lobby, they would know what was going on by the thumping of the couch and the noises of lovers that filled the office. She felt him move throughout her body but wanted to be in control, she wanted him like never before. Maybe it had to do with Kristen but she needed him always and she refused to see him doing this to another. She pushed him off her as he fell to the side of the couch. She moved over him as she grabbed him within her small hand and held him tightly while she slid down his thick and long shaft. She stared into his eyes as she grabbed the back of the couch with both hands and began to move up and down him. Within moments, John felt her tighten around him as he forced her back down again and pushed in violently, each one becoming more intense then the last. His hands roamed her jacket as his mind raced about what was underneath. In the heat of the moment, his hands tore the fabric from the buttons, shredding the expensive silk and sending buttons flying. His mouth dropped to her chest as he marked her soft skin, leaving dark bruises anywhere possible. She was desperate to pull him away, she couldn’t have any more marks, what would she tell Roman if he asked again. Moments of debate ran through her mind and then it happened. Her body filled with a rush of burning heat, starting from her head, and running down to her toes. The room was spinning, his moans like music, his thrusts like pure and utter magic, his touches like silk, and his kisses like rain. Her body shivered as her mouth dropped and her uncontrollable cry fell from her lips. His name never sounded so good coming from her as he pushed in and out of her delicate body, milking everything out of her. Her hands tore the skin of his back as her legs hugged him to her tightly, trying to treasure this moment for as long as possible.
His thrusts became furious as he grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly with his. He shut his eyes in passion as he felt himself explode within her heated walls, spraying what was left of him into her. His body was drenched in sweat and Marlena’s skirt was crunched and wrinkled between them, while her jacket lay torn and useless.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
-- William Shakespeare 116
“Doc what’s going on with us,” Roman asked himself, lifting her portrait from his desk. He studied her portrait closely; she was smiling—in the middle of one of her infectiously adorable laugh spells, head tilted back, and mouth agape. Her hair cascading around her shoulders in a blonde halo of curls, eyes dancing with joy—love filled her face. She was a remarkably beautiful woman: a perfectly symmetric face, a pert nose, and small mouth, creamy skin with brown freckles.
“Roman.”
“Bo,” Roman said looking up. “Hey come in… have a seat.”
“Thanks,” Bo said placing a file on Roman’s desk. “I wanted to go over some things in the Dukoff case… but I you seem miles away from here.”
Roman shrugged, “I guess I am.”
“Marlena?” Bo asked looking at the picture in Roman’s hand.
“Yeah, isn’t it always about a woman?” He said placing Marlena’s picture back on the desk, and looking towards Bo. “She’s different man. I can’t put my finger on it but Marlena’s changed…”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean she’s not herself… not since I’ve come back from this last trip. Something’s changed Bo.”
“We all change bro…”
“Of course we changed,” Roman responded uneasily, clenching his fist close to his chest. “I’ve changed. The Marlena I married was just so different. So full of life and enjoyed being in my company… enjoyed being my wife.”
“Are you saying she doesn’t anymore?”
Roman ran his fingers through his hair exasperatedly. “I’m saying I don’t like who she has become. I don’t enjoy being in her presence. Don’t get me wrong… I love her. I would do anything for her and my children, but so many things have happened.”
“Not of her doing Roman.” Bo pointed out.
“No, we all know it’s not Marlena’s fault she fell in love with John,” he said rather sarcastically. “She thought he was me. I’ve heard the story. It doesn’t change how I feel. That man has ruined my life.”
“Roman is this about John or Marlena? I don’t see how the two are in conjunction. She’s with you; she married you. You two just had a baby, man. Come on, Marlena has been in love with since you first protected her.”
“That’s just it… I don’t feel like I can protect her anymore. Everything around us is shaky. I’m shaky. Bo, I can’t control myself anymore… not when it comes to Doc. A couple of weeks ago, I nearly struck Doc,” he confessed lowering his voice. “It was purely anger… she said something and I felt my hand rise.”
“Did you?” Bo inquired concerned.
Roman shook his head.
“Good.”
“How could I do that to Doc? How could I even think of striking her? She’s the love of my life Bo. She’s the mother of my children… and now when she looks at me there’s this distant glare. It’s like she’s looking beyond me. It’s tearing me up. We haven’t spoken in weeks. I’m sleeping on the couch. It’s bad Bo.”
“No, you have to talk to her. You can straighten this out. I know Marlena. She’s a forgiving person and she loves you. Think about your children… about little Belle… she needs you and Doc strong and together.”
Roman agreed, “I think we do need to talk. It’ll be good for us to have it out. Doc says communication is the most important aspect of any relationship. I’m going to head over to Salem University,” He said grabbing his coat.
“Good.”
“Thanks man.” Roman said before hurrying from the office.
~~~~~~~~~~
“So the new patient cancelled,” Marlena said, twirling the telephone cord between her fingers. “Did she reschedule Chloe?”
“Yes… Mrs. Miranda Christopher… in two days.”
“Okay, thank you Chloe. You can go on home. I’ll lock up when I’m finished here.”
“Goodnight Dr. Evans.”
Marlena replaced the phone on its cradle and checked the clock. She’d promised Caroline she would be home no later than four o’clock. On her last check on home, Belle was napping after a bottle and Caroline was starting dinner for the girls. Marlena opened her last patient file to pencil some notes. Cynthia Dobson, had been a patient of Marlena for over two years, one of the first cases upon her return to her practice. She was a wife and mother who’d been having an affair with her co-worker for over half her marriage, stuck in limbo on how to live two lives separately. Marlena listened in amazement at how she juggled two relationships with men who she claimed to both love and respect. The similarity to Cynthia Dobson was not lost on Marlena; she’d felt the heat rush to her cheeks when Cynthia described how much she loved her husband and yet wanted to be with her lover.
Marlena was so enveloped in the file that she didn’t hear John wrapping lightly on the door. “You busy Doc?”
She looked up, “Yes I am. I’ve gotta get home to the girls.” She said closing the file in front of her. “What are you doing here?” She asked impatiently.
“You… I heard that you were back to work today. I wanted to see how it was going.” John said crossing the room. She looked him over; he stood in front of her desk in a black turtleneck, black leather jacket, and dark jeans.
“Did you hear that from Kristen?” Marlena asked, tapping her feet underneath her desk.
“No. I didn’t hear anything from Kristen. I haven’t seen her.” He said furrowing his bushy eyebrows at her. “Why would you ask me that?”
Marlena pushed herself away from her desk. “She came to visit me today,” she told him as she walked to replace Cynthia Dobson’s patient file in her cabinet.
“Why… what did she say Doc?”
“In a word—she wants you,” Marlena told him superciliously. “She wants me to let you go.”
“It’s not her decision… or your decision for that matter,” he huffed. “I’ve told you how I feel about her.” John said touching Marlena’s shoulder lightly causing her to shiver beneath his fingers.
“John, I don’t like people assuming that I’m holding you back. I’ve told you,” she said sitting on the edge of her desk in front of him. “Move on.”
John watched her incredulously, “Don’t say that to me. I’m in love with you; you’re in love with me. This conversation is pointless.” He said trying to retreat from the room.
“Wait a minute,” She called after him.
John stopped and turned to face her, “Doc… I’m not involved with her.”
“John she…”
He rushed back toward Marlena, “Did you hear me? I’m not in love with her. I don’t want any woman as much as I want you.” He said cupping her face between his hands.
Marlena sighed heavily, “You can’t have me,” she said seductively. An overwhelming urge rushed her suddenly and she could do nothing except lift her lips to John’s mouth. She kissed him urgently. “I don’t want you to be with her.” She cried between kisses. “I don’t want you to be with anyone.” She said possessively sucking hungrily on his lips while his hands fumbled with the buttons of her suit. She pushed them away and looked wide-eyed at him. She wanted to be in control. She guided his hands in an upward sweep from her thighs to her hips, lifting her skirt with them. Pushing aside her undergarment, he caressed her slightly, teasing her moist middle with sweeps of his fingers in tantalizing motions.
“No,” she said close to his ear, sucking the skin of his neck hungrily until the familiar redness appeared. Marlena’s fingers traveled down his chest to the waistband his jeans; releasing the tension that her seduction was causing as she unbuttoned his pants, she lowered them slowly to his knees. She watched him as she did, licking sensually across his face and mouth. He cupped her from behind and lifted her, helping her wrap her legs around his hips. He entered her forcefully, tightening his grip around her body and forcing her back into the nearby wall. She moaned loudly as their bodies crashed against one another, as John roughly moved in and out of her body. He wanted her always….he needed her always….and her body belonged to him always. His mouth traveled to her neck as he sucked on her soft skin, determined to leave his trademark. He felt her disapproval as her hands clenched his hair and yanked his mouth from her skin.
“No….you can’t. Not there….” She moaned as he sucked her mouth to his, all the while desperately thrusting in and out of her body.
“Then where? I am leaving a mark…I don’t care what you say.” John breathed harshly against her mouth, as Marlena shut her eyes. The sensation of the tip of his penis powerfully hitting her back wall momentarily silenced her. Her hands clenched onto his shirt as she balled the material in her fists while her legs clung around his waist. Her head was arched back into the wall, the pleasure overwhelming all her senses, threatening to rush her into the sweet oblivion.
“You can’t….not anymore….Ro….Ooo God….Roman saw it….” Marlena groaned as John paused for a moment. Thoughts of roman making love to Marlena invaded all of his thoughts as he yanked Marlena’s body from the wall and threw them both down on the couch. She gasped at his sudden action as her eyes grew in confusion as he pulled out of her body. Without words, John ripped his turtleneck from his body and dropped to his knees as his mouth dove to her sensitive skin on her inside thighs. She clenched her eyes shut as she bit her lower lip, desperately determined to hold back any cries of passion. With strong sucks, his mouth wrenched her light skin, occasionally nipping it with his teeth. Once he felt that was accomplished he moved to her other one as he heard her whisper what was he doing. He continued to mark her where he had previously done so before, knowing that if these were there…the chance of her not sleeping with Roman were greater. His eyes closed, his mouth working in overtime, his penis painfully aroused and ready….his passion even greater then before. He moved back and smiled as he noticed his handy work, the bright purple marks on her light skin, quite the contrast.
“Did you make love to him?” He asked as his mouth plunged to the skin above her pelvic bone and right above her hairline. He sucked hard as she tried to push his head away, unable to take the slight pain of him yanking her skin.
“John…stop…” She begged as she opened her eyes a bit and tried to sit up. The sudden force of his grasp caught her off guard as she felt her body pinned to the sofa once more.
“Did you make love to him?” He voice was a little more stern and demanding, as she moaned softly.
“No….I didn’t….I haven’t.” She whispered as she felt his mouth disappear from her tingling and sore skin. She opened her eyes slightly and watched as John leaned over her, taking her mouth in his and deeply falling into his sweet kiss.
“Are you lying to me?” The words were lost, smothered as their lips fought against each other.
“No….” Was all he heard as he filled her up again with his thick muscle. Her scream was silenced by his mouth as he continued to move in and out of her body, pushing her weak body to the limit, almost as if he were determined to break her in two. She was almost positive that if anyone came into the lobby, they would know what was going on by the thumping of the couch and the noises of lovers that filled the office. She felt him move throughout her body but wanted to be in control, she wanted him like never before. Maybe it had to do with Kristen but she needed him always and she refused to see him doing this to another. She pushed him off her as he fell to the side of the couch. She moved over him as she grabbed him within her small hand and held him tightly while she slid down his thick and long shaft. She stared into his eyes as she grabbed the back of the couch with both hands and began to move up and down him. Within moments, John felt her tighten around him as he forced her back down again and pushed in violently, each one becoming more intense then the last. His hands roamed her jacket as his mind raced about what was underneath. In the heat of the moment, his hands tore the fabric from the buttons, shredding the expensive silk and sending buttons flying. His mouth dropped to her chest as he marked her soft skin, leaving dark bruises anywhere possible. She was desperate to pull him away, she couldn’t have any more marks, what would she tell Roman if he asked again. Moments of debate ran through her mind and then it happened. Her body filled with a rush of burning heat, starting from her head, and running down to her toes. The room was spinning, his moans like music, his thrusts like pure and utter magic, his touches like silk, and his kisses like rain. Her body shivered as her mouth dropped and her uncontrollable cry fell from her lips. His name never sounded so good coming from her as he pushed in and out of her delicate body, milking everything out of her. Her hands tore the skin of his back as her legs hugged him to her tightly, trying to treasure this moment for as long as possible.
His thrusts became furious as he grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly with his. He shut his eyes in passion as he felt himself explode within her heated walls, spraying what was left of him into her. His body was drenched in sweat and Marlena’s skirt was crunched and wrinkled between them, while her jacket lay torn and useless.
