A Beautiful Forever

chapter 24

Elliot

“Did you see the size of that bath in there?” I say to Paige the next morning.

She raises her eyebrows, “I did, do you think you’ll fit?”

“I think we’ll both fit.”

A smile creeps over Paige’s face. “Well, what are you waiting for? – go and turn it on.”

I get up and stride over to the en-suite and turn on the massive bath, waiting for the water to get nice and warm before I return to

Paige. She’s lying on the bed, smiling to herself while she’s looking at her phone. I flop down beside her. “What are you grinning

about?” I ask.

“Us,” she says, showing me one of the photos of us on the Cobb last night. “Although, I do need one more very important one to

make my collection complete.”

I fold my arms up behind my head as she climbs on top of me. My arousal starts to stir because she’s straddling me, and we’re both

naked. She grins and wriggles her hips making me harder. “You’re not taking a photo of that are you?” I ask, unsure of where this is

going.

“No,” she says, leaning down to kiss me before sitting back and aiming her phone at me. “I want a photo of you lying there, naked

beneath me.”

I’m grinning as she taps her screen, and it makes a clicking sound. She turns her phone around for me to see, and it is just me,

waist up.

“See, you can’t see anything, but I’ll always know what was going on.” She moves her hips over my shaft again, and I pull her face

towards me to kiss her, sliding my tongue in her mouth as we take turns tasting each other.

She reaches over to the night stand and picks up a condom and then breaks away from me, “Wha-!” I start as she slides off me, but I

quickly jump up and follow her as she heads to the en-suite and beckons for me to follow her.





Paige


Tearing the foil off the packet with my teeth, I take the condom out and roll it down the length of his shaft as I plant feather light kisses

over his chest and neck, taking my time, sliding my hand up and down his rock-hard shaft as I finish.

He moans as he leans down to kiss me, pulling me towards him, so we’re pressing firmly against each other, he’s all hard muscle

and smooth skin to my soft tissue and curves - we press together like our bodies were made to absorb each other, it’s amazing.



“Get in,” I say as I push him back a touch and lean over to shut off the tap.

He does as he’s told, and I climb in on top of him, taking him inside me before the water has a chance to wash away my natural

lubrication.

Moaning slightly as I connect us to the base of his shaft he says, “I told you it was a big tub,” in this low sensual voice that never fails

to set my body on fire.

Rocking my hips slowly, I lean in, gently brushing my lips over the stubble on his chin before grazing his lips with mine, leisurely

sliding my tongue along with his, so I can savour every piece of him, I want to remember his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. I want to

make love to him every possible moment I can until he goes, I need enough of these moments to last me my life time, because when

he goes – there will never be another man for me. Not as long as I live.





Elliot


The water sloshes slightly as she slides up and down my shaft, my hands roam over every part of her body, touching and squeezing

as my mouth connects with hers in a kiss that I never want to end.

As I feel my own orgasm building, I reach down in between us and start to circle her *, she moans in my mouth, and I almost

explode right then and there. She feels so amazing as she clenches herself around me and whimpers in my mouth, grinding on top

of me, moving closer and closer to her climax.

A fresh bout of arousal washes over me as her hips spasm, but she refuses to break our kiss, moaning her orgasm into me as she

struggles to keep her mouth moving. Shuddering along with her, unable to hold on any longer, I continue to kiss her, refusing to let

her go even for a second. We don’t stop touching and kissing until the water turns cold, and we start to shiver, deciding that then

would be a great time to get some breakfast.





Paige


“Here, put this on,” Elliot offers as he holds out a white fluffy robe for me to wear, I’m still shivering after our extended bath and the

thickness of the robe is welcome against my skin. He hugs me to him, rubbing my back and arms to create some friction until finally I

start to heat up again.

Looking over the menu, we call down to reception and ask if we can have our breakfast brought up to us. We don’t want to waste

time getting dressed and eating in the dining room. We’re perfectly happy right here.

No more than twenty minutes later there is a knock on the door and a tray is brought in sporting coffee, orange juice, warm

croissants, scrambled eggs, bacon and a selection of fruits. It smells devine, and my stomach grumbles loudly in reaction.

“Hungry?” Elliot asks grinning as he thanks the staff member and turns the lock on the door.

“Famished!” I say, sitting down at the small table and pouring us both a coffee from the pewter pot. I feel a little goofy with the grin

that’s plastered across my face, but we can’t stop smiling and touching each other while we eat, you’d think we were school kids!

Elliot has become snap happy and keeps taking photos of me with food in my mouth. I'm laughing because my face looks funny

when I’m chewing, but then he just takes a photo of me laughing with food showing in my mouth, and that makes me laugh more

because it’s gross.

“Delete it!” I say to him, grabbing for his phone.

“No, it’s mine,” he teases as he holds his phone away from me. He looks at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know; I don’t

think it’s fair that you have a topless photo of me, but I don’t have one of you.”

I shake my head laughing. I'm not about to let him take a photo of me topless. “No way mister. You’re not getting a titty shot of me.”

“Not of your breasts Paige, of your back.”

I take a deep breath to steady the sudden nerves I feel at him mentioning it. I have become used to him tracing the Phoenix's wings,

tail and claws when we’re in bed together, showing it around him doesn’t seem so scary anymore. But he still doesn’t understand

the true meaning behind it. I'm not sure how I feel about doing this.

“You don’t have to if you really don’t want to, I just think you’re so beautiful and your tattoo is breathtaking, I want to be able to still

look at it while we aren’t together.”

I sit and stare for a moment, studying his hopeful face. “Alright,” I concede.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” I stand up and move over to the bed before I can change my mind. Undoing my robe so it falls to my waist as I sit with

my back to him. I twist my hair and hold it up on top of my head with one arm and look over my shoulder at him to check if he's ready.

It’s then that he takes the photo. He smiles fondly at it as he brings it over to me to look at. It almost looks like a professional photo;

the lighting is perfect, and my face has a mixture of trepidation and adoration on it.

“Beautiful,” he breaths, looking at it and kissing my neck.

He sighs heavily as he puts his phone to the side and meets my eyes, I can tell he wants to say something, but he’s warring with

himself before he begins.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I just… I just want you to know that I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. I want you to know that I – ”

“Don’t Elliot,” I say quickly, cutting him off. “Don’t say anything to make this harder. I’m staying and you’re going. Please don’t try and

change that.”

“It doesn’t have to end when I go Paige, you could come with me – or I could come back – or you could come with me and then we

both come back,” he argues regardless. “Don’t end this Paige, you know how I feel about you, even if you don’t want to hear it, and I’

m pretty sure you feel the same way about me. We can do this Paige; we can do this anywhere you want, any country you want. I just

want you.”

Tears are threatening to spill from my eyes as I pull my robe back over my shoulders and close it tightly around me. “Elliot, you can

do so much better than me. Why are you pushing this?”

“Because I love you dammit!” he yells suddenly, his outburst scaring the shit out of me as he jumps off the bed and starts to pace the

room. I sit there, trying not to cry as I watch him work through his emotions. When he stops and looks at me his eyes are shining as

well. “Why won’t you tell me what makes you so sad? Why don’t you trust me enough to love you no matter what you may have done?

”

“Because you wouldn’t Elliot, you couldn’t love me if I told you everything about me,” I say, tears flowing freely now as I stand up and

try to move towards him.

“Why won’t you just tell me Paige!” he yells, exasperation written all over his face as his eyes plead with me. “Let me make my own

f*cking choices!”

I place my now shaking hands on his chest and look into his eyes imploring him to stop, “Please Elliot, can you just accept that the

time we have left is it? I can’t go back with you. I need to stay here and finally deal with my mother, and you need to go back to your

life.”

“Paige – you are my life, can’t you understand that? I don’t want to go back without you.”

He circles his arms around me and kisses me as the tears continue to flow from my eyes, pressing his forehead against mine he

breathes in deeply and speaks in a strained voice, “Come back with me Paige.”

I step back from him, our eyes locked as he waits for me to answer, his eyes widen as the realisation hits him that I’m not going to

answer him. Pressing his palms to his eyes before he rakes his hands through his hair, he blows out a charged breath and steps

back from me.

Moving quickly, he pulls on a pair of pants, dropping his robe on the floor where he stands, and picks up his shirt and shoes, then

looks at me, pain behind his eyes as he shakes his head, frowning. Making his way to the door, he pauses momentarily before

walking out, closing it quietly behind him.

For some reason, I feel worse than if he had slammed it, at least I’d know he was angry and going off to calm down. Right now, I don

’t know what he is and not knowing scares me even more.

A sudden panic overwhelms me, and I drop myself to the floor, crying into my hands. Oh god, I thought I could handle this. I thought I

could cope with him leaving, but I’m falling apart and all he’s done is walked out the door.

My emotions start to churn in my stomach as I think about the strain our separation is going to cause over the next five days, I don’t

want to spend them fighting, but I know I can’t go with him. It wouldn’t be right.

The acid in my stomach rises as the image of him boarding a plane and leaving me hits home, running to the bathroom; I heave over

the toilet until the entire contents of my stomach is gone, and I’m left with nothing but my tears as I cry into the bowl, wishing I’d never

started this.





Elliot


Dropping my shoes on the floor, I stuff my feet into them as I pull my shirt over my head, I can’t go far because I’ve left my wallet,

phone and the car keys in the room with Paige. I just need to get out of there before I start begging her and make a total fool of

myself.

A cold blast of air hits me when I step outside, but I couldn’t care less; I need some fresh air and a chance to calm down. I walk

through the gardens until walking isn’t good enough anymore, and I break into a run. When I reach the edge of the garden, I keep

going, pushing myself harder and faster until my legs burn, and my chest hurts from sucking in the chill air. I drop on the ground and

stare up at the bright blue sky, watching as cumulus clouds float slowly across its expanse, mocking me with their perfection as my

insides rage on in turmoil.

I have five days to go; that's it. I don’t want to spend them fighting. I simply wish that she’d come with me. I don’t want to leave her

behind.





Paige


I took a shower to try to calm down, and now I’m attacking my hair with a comb to try to detangle my curls. I forgot to pack

conditioner, but it serves me right for letting Elliot love me. A head full of knots is the least that I deserve.

When the handle of the door turns, my breath catches at the sight of him, he looks distraught, and I feel terrible that I’m the one

causing his beautiful heart so much pain. I stand, watching him carefully as he walks towards me with grace and speed, his arms

reach out, and he pulls me towards him, our mouths crashing together in desperate need.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, holding me to him. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that, I shouldn’t have yelled.” He kisses me again, more

softly this time and presses our foreheads together. “Forgive me Paige, I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t let this end.”

I close my eyes tightly as a single tear leaves my right eye and slides down my cheek, Elliot holds my face and kisses it away,

capturing my mouth and sliding his hands under my shirt and over my bare skin. I’m overwhelmed by my need for him, the fear I

experienced from him leaving earlier heightening my already intense emotions. That’s when I lose my rational mind, that’s when I do

something unforgivable.

“I’ll come back with you,” I whisper to him, even though I know, deep down, that I’m not going to.





Elliot


I think my heart just exploded in my chest, did I hear that right? She’s coming back with me?

“You will?” I ask her, not quite believing me ears.

“I will,” she whispers, tears falling freely from her eyes.

Wiping her tears with my hands, I draw her mouth to mine, slowly sliding my tongue in unison with hers. I have completely lost my

mind, and I’ve lost it in her. Lifting her shirt over her head, I throw it on the floor, picking her up, so she’s wrapped around me, her

body quivering as we kiss.

I carry her over to the bed and lay her out in front of me, kissing every part of her as I try to convey everything I’m feeling right now in

the way I am touching her and loving her with my body.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t come back,” she whispers as her nails drag along my back as she presses herself against me.

“I’ll never leave you Paige,” I whisper back, sliding against her body as we rub our arousal against each other.

“I need you Elliot. I don’t think I can breathe without you,” she murmurs as she tilts her hips, guiding my tip inside her. I freeze

momentarily, locking my eyes with hers as she thrusts her hips upwards, urging me to enter her. “Just you, I need you,” she repeats,

and I slide myself inside her, moaning at her hot wetness as she clenches herself around me.

“God you feel amazing,” I moan as we move rhythmically together, in a sensual dance that I’ll never have enough of. I’m crazy about

her. I'll do anything to be with her.

Clinging to each other, our mouths connected along with our bodies, we moan and whimper as we slide together, our climax

building until we release it as one, gasping for air but refusing to part. If only we could stay just like this, unmoving forever, this is

sheer bliss.

As we lay together afterwards I trace over her tattoo with my fingers while she rests her body over my chest. I can’t help but notice

that out of everything, she said just now, she avoided saying those three words that would mean the next five days would be filled

with hope instead of trepidation; she never said she loves me, even though I f*cking well know she does.