Amber laid beside Rafael after, feeling him absently stroke her hair as she traced her fingers over his adam’s apple.

Swallowing softly, he sighed and looked down at her, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards.

“Interesting adam’s apple is it?” he asked playfully.

She giggled softly against his skin and moved to kiss it. “Maybe,” she whispered against his neck. He smirked, hands gathering a fist full of her hair gently and bringing her mouth up to his to kiss her.

“My chest isn’t half bad either,” he purred. “I’ll show you mine, you show me yours?”

She looked at him nervously, “Rafael,” she whispered. “It’s not a pretty sight.”

He kissed her again, the side of his finger running down her cheek.

“You can trust me,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes and sat up, hesitantly tugging off her shirt. She wasn’t kidding. Her entire abdomen covered in scars. One in particular though was right where he’d almost put his hand earlier. An ugly jagged scar running all the way from below her bellybutton to her left hip bone.

He pulled off his polo, tossing it aside and pointing to the clean scar on his right side.

“All I got is the appendix scar from when I was nine,” he said regretfully, trying to make her smile. Moving slowly, he laid her down and looked down, tracing every scar on her abdomen with gentle fingers before he looked up at her. He moved again to place a soft kiss on each one, making his way back up to her lips. “You’re still beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her again.

She kissed back, pulling him closer against her and hiding her face in his neck, breathing a little hard as she fought the urge to cry. She just held him close.

“Are you okay? Did I…do something?” he asked gently, pulling the sheets up to cover her stomach again.

She shakes her head softly, “I’m okay,” she moved to look at him and press her nose against his. “It’s just scary to let someone who knew me before see my body now,” she said with a soft laugh. “How stupid is that? You can take the politician’s daughter out of the mansion but she’ll still be just as vain deep down…”

“It’s not stupid,” he replied, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “Thank you for showing me,” he added.

She smiled, “well I couldn’t make love to you with my shirt on for the rest of my life,” she teased gently, cupping his jaw and kissing him again. She took his hand, moving it to her stomach and letting his fingers run over each scar as she explained them. “Stabbing, gunshot, shrapnel. Most of it is shrapnel,” she said softly. She moved his hand to the big scar. “This one is the roadside bomb when I was in Pakistan,” she whispered softly, letting him feel every edge of the scar. “I tagged along to help refugees back to a safe camp and get a chance to interview a few in the process. No one saw it until we hit it.” She kissed his lips. “A seven inch piece of metal from the truck shot right into my side. Did a lot of damage but I was lucky, everyone else in that truck died.”

“That must’ve been scary,” he whispered, looking down at her.

She nodded, “if I had pulled the metal out, I would have bled out in about fifteen minutes. But lucky for me, another truck came by, saved me.” She closed her eyes and smiled at him. “They did everything they could to keep me alive. I owe those men my life.”

He smiled at her, kissing her lips again and pulling her on top of him. His fingers traced soft circles over her bare back as he kissed her forehead.

“I got other stuff you can see you know,” he said after a moment. “Started working out a couple years after…um…a few years back. My glutes are pretty impressive if I do say so myself,” he said with a smirk.

Her face lit up and she grinned. “Well don’t just keep them for yourself! Turn! Let me see these impressive glutes,” she giggled and pushed him gently to flip over as she grabbed his ass and smirked. “Wow, you aren’t kidding,” she purred softly. “You might be in the best shape of your life,” she kissed his lips again and nipped at the bottom one.

“Thank you,” he replied modestly. “I’m not even flexing,” he added, dropping a kiss on her neck.

She laughed softly and tangled her fingers in his hair. “Not even flexing? My god I’m dating the man of steel.” She kissed his lips hungrily.

Snorting against her lips, he hummed softly, grinding against her as he kissed her back.

“I can’t fly,” he mumbled. “I’d like to be able to fly.”

She nodded between kisses, “baby steps, first step, great ass. Next step, flying. Paciencia.”

“Your Spanish is a lot better than I remember,” he mumbled, reaching down with one hand to slide a hand down the front of her panties. “It’s kinda sexy,” he purred.

She closed her eyes and moaned, “I’m fluent in six languages now,” she chuckled softly and tugged him for another kiss.

“Hmm, you got me beat by one language,” he whispered. “Can you guess which one?” he asked as his finger made slow circles over her clit.

She moaned, “Mmmm, I dunno Rafi, which one?” She rocked against his hand.

“I don’t know, say something in each language, we’ll find out,” he purred, hand still moving against her.

She grinned and nodded, “Mluvite cesky?” She whispered as she moved a hand into his jeans, pulling out his cock.

He moaned softly, and kissed her jaw as his finger slid down to her entrance and traced around it.

“Řekněte něco sexy,” he purred.

“Saya ingin anda untuk mengambil saya,” she stroked his cock a little faster.

He groaned, pushing his finger deep inside her and thrusting it in and out in time with her hand on him.

“Bagaimana Anda ingin saya untuk membawa Anda?” he asked.

“Duro y rapido,” she whispered against his lips, kissing his neck hungrily and biting his pulse point.

“Ya yo se que tu hablas Espanol, carino,” he whispered with a smirk, pushing a second finger inside her and moving harder and faster. “Eres tan húmeda.”

“Sunt ud pentru tine, papi,” she purred and moaned against his lips.

“Și eu sunt atât de greu pentru tine,” he growled, moving away from her to kick off his jeans hurriedly.

“Foda-me xa,” she whispered and licked into his mouth growling playfully.

He arched a brow at her, smirking as he pulled off her jeans and underwear, shaking his head softly.

“Tu m'as perdu,” he replied.

“Baise-moi, mon cherie,” she whispered and kissed him hard. He groaned, moving to settle between her legs, and sliding into her, sighing when their hips met.

“Avez-vous besoin d'une minute? Je suis grand,” he said playfully, nibbling on her chin.

“Tres grand,” she smirked and kissed him. “But I can take it papi.”

He grinned down at her and pulled out before he pushed back in, giving her the hard, fast pace she’d requested and burying his face in the crook of her neck. Moaning against her skin, he reached down and lifted one of her legs, allowing him to sink even deeper.

“Ti piace quello?” he growled against her pulse point.

She moaned hard and laughed softly. “Wait, now you lost me.”

“Italiano,” he purred, looking down at her and brushing her nose with his. “What was the one I didn’t get?”

“Gaelic,” she whispered and kissed him. “I spent a few years writing articles about the IRA.”

“Oh really?” he asked, moaning as he continued to move inside her. “Real IRA?”

She nodded, “yeah it was crazy scary, but also very exciting.” She gasped when he hit her sweet spot, biting into his shoulder.

“Oh yeah, is that the spot, carino? Alli?” he purred, biting his bottom lip as he stroked over the same spot over and over.

She rarely moaned during sex but his thrusts had her moaning hard then, whimpering and burying her face into the crook of his neck as she panted.

He moved harder against her, groaning as he slid easily in and out of her.

“Dime, mi amor,” he whispered against her neck.

She gasped and whimpered, “mas, por favor, papi, mas,” she gasped and bit his skin again.

“Tu quieres mas?” he asked, moving faster, taking care to hit her gspot on every in stroke. “Asi te gusta, carino?” he purred.

“Si papi,” she whimpered, still hiding her face in his neck. “Me encanta, estoy loca por ti…”

He moaned loudly, pulling out of her and moving up to his knees, hands bringing her up to her hands and knees before he slid into her again and resumed his pace. He gripped her hips, pulling her hard back against him and closing his eyes to focus on the way her muscles gripped him tightly.

“Oh yes, I’m so close,” he sighed.

“Voy a venir, papi,” she moaned softly, pushing back with every thrust. “Mas…por favor. Ven conmigo.”

He reached around and rubbed fast circles on her clit as he moved harder against her.

“Venga, carino, venga,” he moaned in a strained voice as he felt his release quickly building.

“With me,” she breathed out as she moaned, orgasm hitting as she whimpered, muscles clenching tight around him as she rode out her orgasm. He came along with her, moaning perhaps a little too loudly as he unloaded inside her.

“Oh God, yeah,” he groaned, gradually slowing down, stroking her to prolong both their orgasms.

When he finally pulled out of her, she smiled and watched him collapse beside her, immediately laying her head on his chest and kissing his skin. “Wow,” she whispered softly, letting the pad of her fingers run up and down his skin.

“Yeah,” he breathed, trying to catch his breath as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, running his hand over his hair. “I have no objection to that ‘wow.’”

“Oh?” she chuckled. “You wouldn’t call speculation on me, counselor?” She teased softly as she nuzzled her nose against his neck. “Because that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was amazing sex.”

“I think that’s the first time in a while I’ve gotten a positive review from a journalist,” he answered, chuckling a little. “You know, we probably should be using condoms, especially if we keep having sex like that. I can grab a box later,” he added softly as he looked down at her.

Her eyes closed as she shook her head and looked back at him with a sad smile. “It’s actually not an issue.” She said softly. Again, he had to know sometime…right? “Um, this one?” She ran his hand over the big scar on her abdomen. “This one did a lot of…damage and…” She hoped he’d get the picture. “It’s not an issue,” she repeated in a whisper.

She closed her eyes and fought the familiar urge to tear up. She had never wanted kids. But having the option ripped away? That had definitely made her reevaluate.

“Oh…” he replied, face falling a bit.

He was a little taken aback by the revelation, and he’d be lying if he’d said he wasn’t a little disappointed. He’d always wanted children someday. Two, in fact. A boy and girl. But he supposed adopting would be just as fulfilling as having some of his own.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing her mouth. He wasn’t exactly sure what else he could say to comfort her.

“If it’s a deal breaker,” she whispered seriously to him. “I would understand.” She let her fingers stroke over his jaw. “I’m not gonna pretend like it won’t hurt but, I would definitely understand.”

He shook his head, giving her a gentle half smile.

“There’s always adoption. A surrogate. There are options if…we ever have that conversation,” he answered. “Though if I remember correctly you never wanted children. Is that…still the case?” He wasn’t trying to put any unnecessary pressure on her, but he was aging close to forty, he didn’t want to have his first child at fifty.

“I could see having a few kids, maybe two?” She whispered softly. “But definitely no more than two.” She smiled and leaned in kissing him. “One of each, yeah? A boy and a little princess like Lily.”

He smirked at her, nodding his head.

“Two is a good number,” he replied. He wasn’t sure how they would make it work with their careers being so demanding, but he supposed if they ever got to that point, they would make it work…somehow. “So is it safe for me to…take this mean you’ll be staying to town for a while longer?” he asked softly, smiling at her.

She smiled, “actually…I got offered a job here. And I took it,” she said softly. “So I’m actually gonna have to move out of my hotel room and into a real place she giggled. “War journalism was amazing when I was twenty and resilient but I’m getting old,” she laughed softly. “I need something with less risk of death.”

“If you’re old, I would hate to think what that makes me,” he answered, rolling his eyes. “Dear God…is Amber Woods…settling down?” he asked playfully. “Shit, I think hell froze over.”

She laughed, “I was wondering why I was so cold in my room last night!” She smiled and pulled him into a long kiss before frowning when she heard something outside the door.

“If Y/N comes in here to nag again, I might orphan her children,” he groaned half-heartedly, rolling his eyes.

“Hold on,” she said softly. Standing and quickly tugging on her clothes to peek out and catch the au pair reaching for the front door.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Amber frowned and made a face, “oh god, I’ve become my mother.”

“Well, good news, you’re not my mother. I’m just getting some air,” Izzy replied.

Rafael got up after hearing Izzy’s voice and pulled his jeans on, coming up behind Amber and looking down the hall at Izzy.

“Do you want some company?” he asked her. “You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself.”

“No, I like the streets at night,” she said softly. “They’re quiet and I can clear my head.”

Amber crossed her arms and frowned, “kid, you know you’re in the heights right? Come on, come watch a movie with me and Rafael and we can talk, yeah?” She smiled softly at Izzy.

Izzy shook her head, “I don’t need to be parented by everyone in this fucking house!” She shouted, walking out the door and slamming it behind her.