Thanks to tigerlilly8 and fivedollarshake

Part 3: "What He Wants, What She Needs"

"Hey honey. How was your day?" Laura asked from her place on the couch.

"Fine. Great. How was yours?'' Will asked as he shut the door of their apartment, his voice devoid of any real emotion. It had been four days since the incident at the store, and he barely spoke to her. The one time that they did make love, if you could even call it that, he hardly looked at her. What was supposed to be one of their most intimate moments, instead made her feel like a whore. After he came, he just turned on his side and slid over as far away from her as humanly possible. She silently cried herself to sleep afterwards.

"What is the problem? What the hell is your deal?" She said as she stood up, her face flushed in fury.

"What are you talking about? All I did was ask how your day was." He retorted with flinty eyes and what appeared to be genuine confusion.

"You said you would forgive me. I feel like I'm in a fucking prison." She said in a low tone, trying not to get hysterical or cry.

"I'd said that I'd work on forgiving you. But how in the hell lam I supposed to forgive someone who isn't even there? All you do is sit back and smile and agree with every bloody thing I say. It's like you're holding a fucking' banner saying 'I'm sorry.' Well I am sick of it. And you say you feel like this marriage is a prison. Is that right? Well fine, then. I release you. Divorce me if you want." He said, shocking them both. He began to head up the stairs, but she stopped him by grabbing his shoulders and spinning him abruptly around.

"Stop running away. That's not what I meant and you know it! You hardly look at me, hardly touch me... You make me feel dirty. That is not forgiveness. You- you're not even trying. It's like you only said that so you wouldn't miss out on the opportunity of punishing me. You won't kiss me or-" Her voice broke, but she still resisted the urge to cry. He roughly grabbed her wrists and held them over her head with one hand pushing her forcefully against the wall.

"Is this what you want? Want me to touch you?" He gritted out before crushing his lips to hers. His free hand went to the zipper of her jeans, quickly undoing the button forcing his hands down into her panties. Laura gasped in surprise and pleasure. She rocked against his nimble fingers, moaning when one of them began to caress her where she wanted most. Will abruptly broke the kiss and released her wrist, putting his hand underneath her shirt. He roughly grabbed her left breast, making her cry out in pain and shock. He immediately stopped all of his ministrations. As he looked at the tears rolling down her cheeks, he hastily stepped away from her, his entire being feeling with guilt.

"Oh god, Laura. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was- I never meant to hurt you, my love." Laura looked at him, this broken man. Her love, her husband, confidant and best friend. She looked at what he emotionally had been reduced to because of her betrayal. She saw confusion, pain, and love in his eyes. What caught her attention most was the love. He still loved her. She locked eyes with him and slowly walked over to him, giving him a comforting embrace.

"I know, baby. Just make love to me. I need you to make love to me..." She trailed off as she began to tenderly kiss his jaw. She began rubbing her hands over his muscled chest. He grabbed her hands and kissed them gently.

"All right, my love." He said as he led her to their bedroom.

It was as if nothing had changed. He was loving, caring, and attentive. He moved in and out of her with slow, leisurely strokes. He felt as peace for the first time in what seemed like a life time. She was right there with him, nearly unblinking eyes filled with her love for him. He imagined his eyes mirrored hers; their bodies as well as their souls becoming one.

Laura grasped his shoulders tightly as his pace quickened. She never thought she would ever feel a happiness such as this again. Just his simple caresses gave her complete elation. She knew that this was where she belonged, and she would never leave him again.

"Yours. I'm yours. Forever- yours, Will." She panted as she felt the pressure build inside of her. She never felt so complete as she did now.

"Laura- Laura, I love you so much." He said as he felt her clenching around him. They came together; one, whole, complete. When they both came down, he held her close.

"I'll never let you go." He whispered to her, brushing his lips across her forehead.

"I'm counting on it." She whispered back as she kissed him tenderly. They both saw endless clear waters ahead of them. Neither noticed the impending dark clouds, ready to drop the storm of the century.