Luna Pierce Residence
 

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Luna contemplated telling Noah she wanted to get back together for over a week, and the thought of him rejecting her was terrifying. She couldn't imagine him wanting her back after she tore apart their family and broke his heart. Why would he? If it hadn't been for Soleil going through the pros and cons with her, Luna would still want to keep her feelings locked inside. Was it what she had wanted? No. But it was easier. It was safer. Her best friend was right, though. Luna needed to fight for Noah if she wanted him, and she did, so that's what she would do.

After dinner, Noah started Harper's bedtime routine while Luna cleared things up in the kitchen. It was easier with him around, and she missed the extra hands. She'd never admit that, though. Luna was stubborn and could be fiercely independent. So she hated it when he tried to give her more money than she had already received from child support. Plus, Luna made a decent amount on her own with her freelance photography work. So she really didn't need his money, but Noah insisted.

Luna kept herself busy for the hour Noah took to get Harper to sleep. It wasn't unusual for it to take that long to get her to go down, especially when she was still reeling from the excitement of having her daddy over for dinner. Just tell him how you feel. He probably misses you just as much as you miss him. Several thoughts were racing through her head, and she tried only to pay attention to the positive ones. But she couldn't help it. She still had doubts that any of this would go in her favor. So when Noah finally reappeared, Luna looked at him, smiling, "How'd she do?"

When he started to gather his things and say his goodbyes, Luna immediately felt her heart sink into her stomach. "Before you go, can we talk?" She questioned and nervously bit at her bottom lip.

Did Noah have every right to hate Luna? Possible. Did he though? Hell no. She was still the love of his life and the woman he wrote songs about. Probably always would be. But she'd gone against their vows and the love songs had been replaced by heartbreak. Wanting to be a part of Harper's life however meant that Luna would also always be a part of his life. It just wasn't in the way that he'd hoped for.

After finding out about Luna's infidelity, Noah went on a bender and got most of the rage out of his system. It was something he hadn't done since before he and Luna had become serious, and once he came down, it just made him miss the life he'd had with her before everything came crashing down. He still loved her and wanted Harper growing up with parents who could provide a positive influence on her even if things didn't work out for them.

Once Harper was asleep and tucked in, Noah prepared himself for goodbyes with Luna before emerging from the hallway. "She did great. She was exhausted, that only made her fight it more." Making his way over to his coat he picked it up and headed toward his shoes at the door, ready to go home and fall into bed. "Thanks again for having me for dinner. It was nice." It was more than nice, it felt like before; it was perfect. "Yeah, I can stay for a bit."

Setting his jack back down on the back of the couch, he sat down on the arm rest and looked over at her. Running one of his hands through his hair, he waited to see what she needed to talk about. It could have something to do with Harper but usually she didn't get this dramatic about telling him those kinds of things. Maybe she was going to inform him again about how he should hate her so it'd be easier for her. He didn't know but there was one way to find out. "What's going on? What did you wanna talk about?"

“Yeah, of course. You're always welcome here.” When Noah agreed to stay and talk, the speech she’d been going over all night dropped right out of her head. His accent got her every time. She watched as he came over and sat on the arm of the couch. There was no need to jump around what she had to say. He was either going to say yes or no. Getting up off the sofa, Luna felt like she needed to be standing for this. She started to pace back and forth while nervously picking at her nails. “Hold on, I’m trying to figure out how to start this,” she said, feeling Noah’s eyes on her.

Luna stopped pacing, “I miss you. I miss us. I miss you being here. I miss being able to watch you with our daughter. I miss your hugs and kisses,” Luna sighed, “And I keep telling myself that you could never want to fix this after everything I did. But then I did this pros and cons list about talking to you, and the only con was that I was the one who fucked up our marriage.” Luna wanted all of this to come out better, but she had all these emotions and thoughts suppressed for months that were oozing out of her, and she couldn’t stop them. “I’m still in love with you.”

“I’m just so sorry I didn’t talk to you about how I felt back then, and I’m sorry for what I did. You were amazing to me, and everything that’s happened to us since is all my fault, but I want to fix us if you’d let me. If not, I get it, and we can go back to co-parenting Harper as if I said nothing.” Luna stood in the living room, watching Noah trying to comprehend everything she had just dropped on him.

Noah's eyes widened for a split second before relaxing as he heard the words start pouring out of her mouth. It honestly felt kinda like a punch to the gut to finally hear all these things now. He hadn't exactly made it easy on her to say this after she'd cheated, with him being MIA and leaving her to take care of Harper, but he'd already made amends for that. Noah was finally feeling as though he was healing his wounds, and this confession only opened them back up. Still, he loved her and nothing was going to change that. There was no going back to being co-parents again after this.

"You done? Get it all out?" he looked over at her and waited for a nod before standing up. "Good." Promptly walking over to her, he placed a hand on her cheek as his other hand landed on her hip and he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Finally pulling away once he was satisfied, he left his hands on her as he looked into her eyes. "It's been far too long since I've been able to do that. Had to get it out it out of the way. Now, come. Let's talk." Working his hand to the back of her head, he placed a kiss on her forehead before leading her to the couch.

Once they were seated, he took her hands in his and rested them on her knees. "I'm not sayin' this is going to be easy, we have plenty to work on, but, Lulu, I never stopped loving you and I never will. Nothing is going to change that. But, I need us to be a team. I need to know that you're going to be open and honest with me. Even if you change your mind about us, I gotta know. It's going to take time to build that trust back up, but I'm willing to fight for us. Our family."

Luna nervously watched Noah from the middle of the living room and nodded. If this were a movie, this would be the part where a love song would start playing in the background as Noah approached her in slow motion. But this wasn’t a movie, and Noah stood before her in seconds. Surprised, her eyes widened before closing once his lips latched on hers for the first time in God knows how long. Luna was scared to move, fearing if she did, he’d disappear. When she realized this was real and not one of her dreams, her arms finally moved around his waist, and she let herself fall into him. Her stomach fluttered as he deepened the kiss. Noah tasted just as she remembered, and for a moment, everything made sense again.

Unfortunately, her inability to talk freely about her emotions ruined many past relationships. She often fought with herself on whether or not she should express them. It was a constant battle. The sense of dread sat in her stomach, listening to Noah. Luna knew this wasn’t going to happen overnight, and it was going to take a lot of time and hard work to get back to where they had been before her infidelity, but Noah was worth it. She was willing to do anything at this point. “What if we go to marriage counseling, or I see a therapist?” Luna suggested.

She scrunched up her nose at the sound of her nickname. Luna hated it, but it was only his for her, and honestly, she appreciated hearing it now more than ever. Luna lowered her head, “But what if you can't trust me?” She asked, her voice cracking. She was unable to look at him until Luna was sure she wasn't going to start crying. It broke her heart knowing she had broken the trust between them. It wasn’t like Luna had a full-fledged affair. She had a one-night stand while drunk and had a poor lapse in judgment. It, of course, didn’t make it hurt any less for Noah, and Luna knew that. If she could take that night back, she most certainly would. “I've never wanted to be with anyone else as much as I want to be with you, and I’ll do anything to fix us,” she agreed.

Looking down at their hands, still entangled on her knees. Luna loosened her grip and used her thumb and index finger to pull down his H ring, revealing her initials. She rubbed her thumb over the tattoo and sighed. Their relationship may have been public knowledge, but their marriage and the fact they shared a daughter were not. He may not have been selling out arenas, but he had fans, and they could be mean, judgmental, and territorial. She learned firsthand when they were only dating how intense they could be. So when Noah proposed a year into their relationship, they chose not to announce it and got married under the radar within six months. The same went for the birth of their daughter. Their priority was always to protect Harper from the craziness. “I just want you back, Noah.”

"If you want to see a therapist, I'm not going to stop you. Marriage counseling might not be a bad start though. They have experience, they can help." Noah offered. He felt like the only way for therapy to actually work was if the participant actually wanted it. They both wanted to fix their marriage, but ultimately it was up to Luna to decide if she wanted to go to therapy on her own. Whatever she chose though, he was going to support her decision. "We won't know until we try, now will we?" He said in response to her wondering if her could never trust her again.

Noah was a rockstar, not a massively famous one, but the typical lifestyle wasn't for him. He occasionally overindulged in booze and drugs but becoming Harper's father had settled him down some. While on the road, when Luna was in charge of caring for their daughter, he had fun. But never with sex. At least not when he was dating Luna. He'd found himself finally trying it during their separated but quickly found it wasn't for him. In the time, it felt good but waking up next to a stranger didn't sit right with him. There was only one person he wanted to be snuggled up next to when he woke up and she was in this room.

Watching as she revealed his tattoo for her under the ring for Harper, he smiled. All his fans had been led to believe his rings were for his parents while those closest to him knew the true way that he carried them all with him. Rings could be lost but not tattoos, they were more painful to get rid of. Even if he and Luna never got back together, he had no intentions of ever getting rid of her initials. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, everything else, we'll work it out. Okay? But for right now, I just want you to sit back and relax." Noah stopped to pull her hands up in his and place a kiss on her knuckles before letting go and fixing his ring. "I'm going to go grab us some more of that wine, we'll have a glass and figure this out."

Noah couldn't help but already be thinking a few steps ahead, he wondered if he should move back in here or should they move to his new place. This place harbored old memories, which were good for Harper but not necessarily good for them. It's not like Luna had made her mistake here but it had led to arguments happening here and the happy memories from before it happened somehow stung a little when he thought about them. Maybe a new home for Harper with both parents wouldn't be such a bad change; Noah constantly found himself wondering how their actions were going to affect her.

Returning to the living room with the bottle of white wine they'd paired with dinner in one hand and two glasses strategically placed between the fingers of his other hand, he rejoined her on the couch. Filling each glass about half full, he handed one to her before leaning back. "You're worried that I can't trust you again? Tell me, if we do this, are you planning on sleeping with anyone else?"

“I mean, therapy isn’t a bad thing. I’ve been too stubborn, thinking I don’t need it, but maybe I do?” Luna knew why she fought internally with herself, and it was due to how her parents raised her. They were two immigrants from Mexico, and conversations about mental health didn’t happen. It was why she struggled so much with her postpartum depression after the birth of Harper. “We can start with marriage counseling and see how that goes,” Luna agreed.

Luna forced a smile as Noah declared he wasn’t going anywhere. Still, she had an overwhelming feeling that after agreeing to try to fix them, he would realize it was not what he wanted after all, and maybe he preferred the bachelor life instead. She watched as he kissed her knuckles, this time causing a genuine smile to appear. Luna's eyes followed as he moved around the house, reminding her of better times. She looked up at him when he returned, a small smile still visible as Luna took the wine glass from him, “Thank you.”

“No,” Luna answered without hesitation. “I haven't even been with anyone since we separated,” she admitted, hoping that would work in her favor and show Noah that it was never about her wanting to sleep with someone else. “I just don't want you thinking you can't trust me because you can. My intention that night was never to go out and find someone to have sex with,” she sighed, hearing her inner voice telling her to shut up, but Luna continued anyway. “It was your first tour since I had given birth to Harper. I was drunk, I was missing you, I was feeling lonely, and the whole being a mom thing was overwhelming at the time. Harper was barely two,” she took another sip. “He was familiar, and at the moment, it was comforting,” Luna told him. It wasn’t an excuse. It was just what it was for her. “If I could take it back, I would. The only person I ever want to be intimate with again is you.” Luna hadn’t dated much before Noah. She had many one-night stands and friends-with-benefits relationships, but when she met Noah, and he started pursuing her, Luna could feel how genuine and different he was from the others. With him, the world was brighter and happier, and Luna felt complete. She never thought she’d get married or have a family, but here she was, and because of her unresolved issues, Luna almost lost the best thing to ever happen to her.

Now that Luna started to spill her feelings, she didn’t want to stop. It felt somewhat refreshing to get this all out finally. “I wanted you to hate me for selfish reasons,” Luna said, leaning forward and placing her wine glass on the coffee table. She turned her body to face Noah and picked her legs up off the floor. Luna brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, looking at him. “I thought if you hated me, it’d be easier to let you go, but I realized I don’t think I could let you go even if you did hate me.”

Luna wanted to hold his hand again. She missed how it felt, but she chose against initiating anything unless Noah didn’t do it first. Luna didn’t want to get too comfortable and overstep. She was going to take this at any pace Noah wanted to.

"You know me, love, I'm very pro-therapy. I never want you to feel like you're being forced into it though but if you want to, I'm of course going to support you." Noah first saw a therapist when he was younger and one of his best friends took their own life resulting in him falling into depression, then again, he had tried after Luna cheated but that therapist seemed more interested in prescribing him pills more than anything else. Still he was very much in favor or seeking help from professionals when needed. He would have found a new one but he'd gotten to wrapped up with his career and co-parenting that he never got around to it. "I think that's a grand idea. We'll look up some together, tomorrow." Noah was trying to leave hints that he'd like to stay the night, if she'd allow it. When he moved out, this became her place and thus, she called the shots on how long he stayed. Yes, they were in the middle of making up but there was still plenty to work through and he didn't want to push it and have her get scared again either.

It was bittersweet knowing that she hadn't been with anyone during their separation, but it made him feel slightly bad for having his one-night stand. Of all the stuff she said next though, he found himself getting hung up on the 'he was familiar' part. When everything had gone done, he didn't want to know who it had been. He frankly didn't want to hear anything about it. But familiar was someone she knew, someone she trusted, and were they still in her life. He had no way of knowing unless he asked, but he needed some time before he did that so it didn't come out wrong. His wife was feeling vulnerable and open, and it wasn't a side of her that he got to see often so he had to tread lightly. Slowly sipping his wine, he listened as she continued, and he waited for his turn to talk.

"Listen, I wanted to hate you too, for my own selfish reasons but I couldn't and honestly? I doubt I ever will. I could be wrong but I'm pretty positive that you're impossible to hate. It might just be one of your many superpowers." Noah knew it was a bit of a lame joke but he was trying to lighten the mood and it was the best he had in the moment. Taking another sip of wine, he set his glass on the table as well. "Here, give me your feet. I bet you could use a good massage." he offered with a finger wave before he started removing his rings and setting them onto the coffee table next to their wine glasses. Scooting back on the couch so it'd be easier for her to place her legs on his lap, he took one of her feet and went to work, careful to avoid the ticklish spots except for when he wanted to see her smile. "I love you and I believe you, and I'm sure we'll be right back to before in no time. No, we'll be even better than before."

"I hate that I'm even going to ask this but, who was he? You said he was familiar, so... is it someone I've met before?" He couldn't help it, he had to know. He didn't want to accidentally be too nice to the dude who came between them. "I know I said I didn't want to know, but I can't stand the thought of talking to this guy and not knowing he was the one."

His joke caused her to roll her eyes at him and smile, but it faded as she stayed on topic. “But you had every right to hate me. I did something horrible,” Luna sighed. “I don’t know how you can forgive me when I can't even forgive myself,” she added with a frown. Luna had been beating herself up about her infidelity. It hurt knowing she broke the heart of the only man to love her properly. “Other than our daughter, you’re the person I love most, and I hurt you. I hate that I did that to you.”

She didn’t deserve a foot massage, but Luna extended her legs and rested her feet on his lap. She leaned against the back of the sofa, watching him in awe. Luna still didn’t know how she got so lucky. She hit the lottery when it came to her husband. Noah pursued Luna for months before she agreed to their first date. Then he wrote a song for her, and she fell madly head over heels. She didn’t believe she deserved someone as sweet and caring as Noah. She always said it was because he was British. They were a different breed compared to American men. “I love you too,” Luna said with a growing smile, listening to his enthusiasm. Talking to Noah wasn’t as scary as she thought it would be. “Better than before,” she said with a nod, finally feeling optimistic about going forward.

Luna was a bit surprised when Noah started asking questions about Paul considering he wanted nothing to do with it when he first found out about her infidelity. “No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head. “You’ve never met him,” Luna softly answered. “He was just someone I would casually date before I met you. I hadn't seen or heard from him in a few years before that night, and we didn't keep in touch after either,” Luna assured her husband. She wanted to ensure Noah knew there was never a chance of a repeat with Paul or anyone. The two happened to be at the same bar that night, and one thing led to another. That was all.

Luna decided to take the plunge and moved forward, her bottom half on his lap and half on the sofa. Her arms hugged his neck loosely as she looked him in the eyes, “For the entirety of our relationship, our marriage, and now our separation, you’ve been the only man I’ve thought about—morning, noon, and night. You are the love of my life. You and Harper are my life. And just like you said, we’re going to be better than ever this time around.”

"Keep calm and carry on, remember?" he reminded her of a popular British slogan, but it'd really been quite effective for him. That didn't mean, he didn't have his moments where it all became too much, and he broke down. Nobody is perfect. Sometimes it was simply easier to push problems to the back so he could continue on until he had time to deal with them. Noah's schedule was usually so booked up, he practically had to slot out times for processing his emotions. "And all you need is love." he added on with some more wisdom from some famous brits before him. It wasn't perfect logic, but it never felt truer to him. In his mind, their love was all that they needed in order to get through anything.

Noah stopped massaging for a moment to take a gulp of wine while he waited to hear who he was. Returning to what he was doing, he tried to follow his own advice and remain calm but he wasn't satisfied enough with that answer. Even when she scooted closer, wrapped herself around him, and declared her love for him. "His name, Luna. What's his name?" he asked, his tone ever so slightly more aggressive than it had been all night. Noah worked hard at keeping his temper in check around her and Harper, he never wanted to scare them but he had to know. He wasn't sure why he was so desperate for the name, but it was going to nag at him until he knew; every unfamiliar name would put him on high alert otherwise. At least until he regained some more trust in her. He didn't want to believe that she would do it again, but he wouldn't be the first person in history to be burned like that.

Once she'd given the name - 'Paul. Fucking wanker.' - it didn't necessarily make him feel better, but it at least helped that little pest nagging him to scurry into his subconscious for now. The mood of the night had shifted and neither of them were as relaxed as they were moments ago. Wrapping his arms around her before she had a chance to slip away from him, he wanted her to stay right where she was. "Look, I'm sorry, baby. No more of that, I promise. Thank you for telling me, really. I couldn't stand the thought of potentially talking to him and not knowing. Don't worry, I won't go attacking every bloke named Paul that comes along or anything."

Attempting to restore the lovely time they were about have before his jealousy got the best of him, he continued, "we're already taking steps in the right direction, love. So long as we keep being honest and open with ourselves and each other, nothing is going to stop us. You're my queen, forever and always." One of his hands made its way up to her cheek, his thumb pushing her hair out of the way before leaning in and kissing her. He gave her a few soft kisses before pulling back and looking her in the eyes, searching for approval before he continued. Smiling once he'd found it, he pulled her in for a deeper kiss with tongue this time.

Luna appreciated his optimism. She just hoped he kept that mindset. "All you need is love," she repeated with a smile.

The way his mood shifted was one of the reasons why she didn't want to do this. She moved back, feeling herself becoming anxious. Luna rubbed her hands over her face before pulling them down and looking at him. "His name is fucking Paul," her tone matching his. Noah wanted to know, and he couldn't handle it. "See, this is why I was scared to talk to you. I knew you'd react when you heard something you didn't like." She knew this was hard for Noah and tried to be gentle when giving details. But Luna wasn't going to keep anything else from him. Ever. Noah deserved to know despite how much it hurt him.

Noah knew her well. Just as she was about to move away, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her there. When he started to apologize, her body loosened in his arms. "I've disrespected you enough with him and would never put you in any situation where you had to be in the same vicinity as him," Luna told him truthfully. "Are you sure you can handle this?" She didn't want to think about potentially fixing their marriage just for it to fall apart in the end because he couldn't trust her. This was why she didn't want to say anything about getting back together in the first place. It opened way too many wounds she worked hard to try and close.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I don't want us to have any secrets, either," Luna stated and sighed, unsure how they could go on with their night. It felt ruined. That was until he kissed her a few times before getting her approval to kiss her properly. Her hands moved into his hair, her favorite pastime, and happily reciprocated when Noah deepened their kiss. All her doubts slipped from her mind, and now she could only think about how much she missed this. Luna broke the kiss, one hand cradling the side of his face, with a smile Luna couldn't get rid of if she tried. She brushed her nose against his before leaning in to kiss him again. Now that they had started, Luna didn't think she could stop.

Pulling away, Luna was unsure if she should ask her next question, but she was going to shoot her shot, and if he declined, that was all right. "Did you maybe want to stay the night? I'm sure Harper would get a kick at having you here in the morning. I'd also really enjoy it too."

"Thanks, yes, I can handle this." Noah didn't like losing, that was well known. He especially didn't like losing the one woman he loved more than any other woman before. Harper, excluded but that was a different kind of love he held for her. "Listen love, good or bad, sickness and health, I'm gonna love you through it all. Remember? It was a one-time thing, with wounds we may have to restitch, but they'll heal. I still plan on growing old and wrinkly with you." Yes, he had his temper and trust issues to work on, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get his family back together.

Noah kept his eyes closed and let the feeling of her kiss linger for a moment before opening them to look at her. With his hand on the side of her neck, his thumb traced back and forth on her jaw while he smiled at the thought of staying the night. "I'd love to. Only if you're really sure that's what you want though." The thought of waking up next to her and having breakfast as a family sounded amazing; something he'd been missing for the entire separation. Being single and alone in the morning wasn't quite as appealing as when he'd been younger. He rather enjoyed his chaotic mornings with the loves of his life and not having them there made his mornings extremely lonely. The times when he had Harper stay over had been nice but it wasn't the same as them both being around.

If she wanted to talk more, they could but both of his head were in agreement that they had other things in mind after that last kiss. It'd been far too long and if she was willing, he wanted more. She'd already invited him to stay the night but he wasn't going to assume that meant sex was on the table, still, unless she told him no, he wouldn't know for certain unless he went for it. So he did. Using his hand that was still on her neck, he interrupted what she was saying as he pulled her in for another kiss. Once she reciprocated, he deepened the kiss, using one arm to stabilize them as he lowered her back onto the couch and readjusted himself between her legs.

They kissed like horny teenagers as they reexplored each other's bodies over their clothes. Eventually his shirt came off and he pressed himself into her so she could feel how badly he wanted her. He stopped kissing her only to whisper, "Let's take this to the bedroom." Harper had her sleep music playing and she was pretty decent at sleeping through the night but still the bedroom seemed more appropriate despite him wanting to have his way with her right here and now. Offering a hand to her once he stood up, they made their way to the bedroom.

Luna lowered her head, listening to her husband as he assured her they'd get through this. It was still difficult to wrap her head around Noah wanting to be with her after hurting him the way she did. When she finally looked up, Luna had tears in her eyes. She usually didn't allow herself to feel everything she was feeling, but it was becoming harder to keep her emotions in check when it came to her husband this time around. “I want to grow old and wrinkly with you, too,” Luna said, smiling. “I still don't know what I did in this life to deserve someone like you.” She wanted to make sure this time was different, that she was different. “I love you. Everything is going to be better than before. I promise.”

How this was going, Luna knew she and Harper would join Noah for his whole tour, not just a few days like they had initially planned. She would much rather miss work and be with Noah instead of him worrying about what she was doing while he was on the road. She knew it was risky for Harper's sake, but maybe it was time his fans knew the truth. A lot of them already speculated that they were married. So, it really wouldn't be that big of a deal. But that was a conversation for a different day.

"I'm sure," Luna answered, nodding. “You’re the only person I want to wake up to.” Before Luna could say anything else, Noah pulled her in for another kiss, and she eagerly accepted. Her arms wrapped around him as he lowered her back against the sofa and got on top of her.

When Noah's shirt was removed, Luna was slightly surprised as her hands moved over his shoulder blades before resting them on his biceps. She hadn't remembered Noah being as muscular as he was right now. Luna softly moaned against Noah's mouth when he pushed himself up against her. She instantly found herself wanting him even more. Whimpering in disappointment when Noah broke their kiss to suggest they move to the bedroom. Luna was slightly annoyed but didn't let it show and happily followed after her husband with her hand in his.

Once in the bedroom, with the door closed, Luna knelt before him. She kept eye contact as she undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles. Luna couldn't remember the last time she gave Noah a blow job. She did know one thing. This one would be the most memorable as of yet. Her stomach fluttered in excitement at seeing her husband's erection. She placed one hand around his shaft and put the other on his thigh.

Luna started slow, only putting the head of his penis in her mouth, twirling her tongue around it before gradually taking more. When the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged and felt one of his hands entangle in her hair, encouraging her to continue. Luna didn't think she'd get a second chance with Noah, so she tried to compensate for the lost time.

When she tasted a hint of his cum, Luna pulled her mouth off. She wasn't ready for him to cum any time soon. So instead, Luna moved her hands to his hips, pressing kisses against his stomach. Luna used him to keep her balance as her lips moved up the front of his body, and she got off her knees. Reaching his neck, Luna pushed her right hand up into his hair before grabbing a fist full and tugging gently. Then, leaning into his left ear, Luna whispered, "Love me like you paid me." She nibbled at his earlobe. Luna didn't know what came over her, but she wanted to make this as exciting and enjoyable as possible for Noah.

Noah's eyes followed Luna as she knelt before him, knowing exactly where there was headed and incredibly thankful that this was how the night was ending. His eyes rolled into the back of his head once he felt his wife's hand and mouth caress his penis. The feeling of her tongue around the most sensitive part of his member drove him wild, and it certainly took him by surprise when she deep-throated him, but he wasn't exactly complaining either. Before the split and after the birth of Harper, their sex life might have gotten a little vanilla; that was just one of the many things he pondered over during their split. The split had been awful, but maybe it was just what they needed to add that spark back into their sex life.

Feeling the pressure build as she continued to give him one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had, he let out a low, uncontrollable when she stopped just before he had reached his climax. He knew from experience that it felt better when they climaxed closer together. Once the initial frustration had worn off, he was back to enjoying the feeling of her lips moving up his body until she stopped at his neck. However, what she whispered in his ear sent him awakened something almost primal within him. He had the utmost respect for the mother of his child and the love of his life, but at the same time, he was ready to have his way with her.

Noah briskly pulled back from her and began taking off her clothes. First, he unzipped her hoodie and said, "Take it off." While she worked on removing her tops, he began undressing her bottom layer of clothing. Once her pants and underwear were down at her ankle like his, he focused on kicking his off while she did the same. Finally naked, he grabbed onto her thighs and picked her up. With her legs around him and his erection underneath her, he carried her over to the bed. Once there, he tossed her down onto the mattress and gazed upon her beautiful body for a moment, a fiery spark in his eyes.

Kneeling at the side of the bed, he grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. If he tried penetrating her right now, he'd been done for within a few pumps. He needed a break... an opportunity to get her to bring her closer to climax as well. Wasting no time, Noah removed all the rings from his fingers and placed them on the ground next to him while his lips kissed her inner thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs open more. Once ready, his hands worked their way up to spread her lips and give him better access to her inner folds. His tongue danced around her clit while his pointer and middle finger began exploring inside her; her moans gradually filled the room like music to his ears.

Once satisfied that she was ready, he lifted his head and smirked at her. Wiping her juices onto the back of his hand, he tapped her leg with his other hand as he stood up, "Roll over." With her legs on the floor and her chest on the bed, he had a nice view of her ass. Noah placed his hands on her hips and positioned himself behind her before moving one of his hands to his shaft and using the tip to tease her clit a little more. Keeping her lips spread with his penis as he worked his way down until he reached her vagina, Noah paused briefly before finally entering her. Returning his hand to her hip as she arched her back until they had found the perfect position.

Luna smiled, hearing the shift in Noah’s voice as he told her to remove her clothes. It was a lot sterner, and she fucking loved it. Luna listened, dropping them on the floor and stepping out of her bottoms that Noah already had around her ankles. She made a soft noise as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her over to the bed before tossing her onto it. Not long after her husband got between her legs, her vagina started throbbing. Because, honestly, it'd been so long for Luna that she knew she wouldn't last much longer than Noah. Her hand rested on his head as she grabbed his hair, unable to keep herself quiet. The more intense he got, the more Luna squirmed.

Following Noah's directions and rolling over, she propped herself up on her forearms and looked back at him. She moaned, dropping her head as her husband finally pushed himself inside her. Luna bent one of her legs before bringing it up to rest on the edge of the bed, wanting to give Noah better access, which it did. He glided in and out of her effortlessly, especially with how wet he had already made her. Luna moaned louder when Noah started tugging her hair before eventually using it to pull her back against him and stand her upright. He stopped thrusting but was still very much inside her. Noah moved her hair to one side before his lips explored the other side of her neck as his hands started to roam the front of her. When he stopped, Luna turned her head and looked back at him. She smiled before kissing him and whispering, "Fill me up." Luna leaned forward to resume her position on the bed.

Luna was typically more self-aware and could keep quiet for their daughter's sake, but not tonight. Instead, Luna could only focus on Noah and what he was doing to her. As he continued to thrust in and out of her and she got closer to her climax, her noises only got louder. She propped herself up again, but only with one of her arms and used the other to reach behind her and place her hand over one of her husband's that held firmly onto her hip. "Keep going, baby. I'm almost there," Luna cried. She opened her legs wider, so Noah could go deeper, "Harder, baby," Luna begged. She felt Noah's other hand slide up her back before gripping one of her shoulders to hold her in place, and he followed through with what she wanted. Once she hit her climax, moans and whines filled the room as she fell against the bed. She lay there momentarily with Noah still inside her as she felt her body fall from its high.

Luna picked herself up before fully crawling onto the bed, kneeling, and turning to him. Her lips immediately latched onto his. Their kisses were passionate but messy as her hands explored his unfamiliar body. Her arms moved around him as he started to push her back, bringing him with her as she fell against the bed. She could still taste remnants of her as they kissed.

"Fuuuuuck!" was the last thing to escape Noah's lips before he filled his wife up, per her request. Noah lay there on top of her, taking in her sweet scent while he regained the energy to remove himself from her. When he finally pulled out and stood up, it wasn't long before his wife was latched on him again. Noah needed more time to recover, but that didn't stop his penis from sending a message to his head that he was ready for round two. Luckily, he was experienced enough to know better. Noah hungrily kissed his wife as they returned to lying on the bed, his hands tangling up in her hair as he pushed it out of the way to give him better access to her lips. "I love you so bloody much," he whispered between kisses.

Once both were satisfied, Noah rolled off her and stared at the ceiling momentarily before feeling her snuggle into him. Instinctively wrapping his arm around her, he kissed her forehead before dropping his head back onto the bed again. The makeup sex had been quick but earth-shattering; it had taken a lot out of him, and he was ready for sleeping. "Let's get some rest, love," he told her with another kiss on her head before releasing his grasp on her so they could crawl under the covers. Noah stopped briefly to watch her in the dim light, admiring her beauty and grace as she moved. "Goodnight, gorgeous," he whispered into a kiss as he cuddled up with her again, a smile on his face as he fell asleep.

[ FADE TO BLACK ]

Noah woke up to Harper shouting "Daddy!" when she discovered him in bed with Mommy in the morning. "Morning, princess," Noah greeted her with a smile as she ran to his side of the bed and crawled onto them, on top of the covers. "Oof," he grunted as she nearly squished his junk while climbing over to Luna. Propping his hands under his head, Noah watched as Luna flawlessly explained the situation to their daughter; she was a phenomenal mother to Harper and always knew exactly the right words to say. Carefully grabbing his boxers from the ground, he slid them on himself under the covers and crawled out from under the covers. "You wanna come to help Daddy make breakfast?" Noah asked Harper once she was done so Luna could have a moment alone to get herself dressed.

He smiled and winked at Luna as Harper excitedly climbed off her, then scampered past him and off to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Noah had her help him grab the supplies, occasionally lifting her to get the out-of-reach items like the pans and eggs. While the pans heated up, Noah had Harper assist him in putting the eggs in a bowl and mixing everything up, leaving the occasional spills on the counter and floor; he'd clean up later but cleaning as he went wasn't his style. "Now, carefully... we're going to pour..." he told her as they moved the contents from the bowl to the pan. "Great job!" he encouraged her with a high five.

Luna had been up for quite some time, watching her husband sleep and wondering how long it'd be until his insecurities about her got the best of him. She didn't want to think of the worst but knew she needed to prepare herself.

Luna closed her eyes tightly, disappointed when she heard their daughter squeal excitedly from the end of the bed. She sat up, using the sheet to cover her chest, watching as Harper crawled over Noah to get to her. "Oh, be careful, baby. You don't want to hurt Daddy," she said, scooping her up as soon as she was within reach. While Luna cradled her daughter for their morning snuggles, Harper questioned why her Daddy was still there. Their daughter was getting older and was much more aware of what went on around her, and all she knew was that Noah had gone home after visiting. It wasn't normal for her to find Daddy in Mommy's bed. Luna expected questions. She glanced over at Noah before looking back down at Harper. "Mommy and Daddy talked last night after you went to bed, and we thought how fun and awesome it’d be if you woke to find Daddy still here." How Harper's face lit up caused Luna to smile back before she sighed, realising how rough her baby looked. “Who do you fight in your sleep?" Luna asked, not expecting an answer while brushing her fingers through Harper's hair before twisting it into a bun on the top of her head and securing it.

Luna looked up at Noah, who was now out of bed and in his boxers, asking Harper if she wanted to make breakfast with him. Luna couldn't pull her eyes away. In the daylight, she could see how much his body had changed since they'd last been together. Holy hell. And you got new tattoos. Jesus fucking Christ. Luna never thought she'd fangirl over her husband, but there was a first time for everything, and this was that moment. She smiled back at him and watched as they left the room.

Luna sighed, lying back against the pillows, enjoying the fact she got to be alone with her thoughts again. She still couldn't believe how well everything worked out in her favour. Last night was fantastic. They hadn't been intimate like that since before they were married. Finally, Luna got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up from last night. Once she finished, Luna got undies from the drawer and put them on along with his t-shirt from last night. He always liked when she wore his clothes.

When Luna entered the kitchen, she saw a sight she had wished for since Noah moved out. Slightly getting teary-eyed watching Harper with Noah, Luna collected her composure before making herself known. “What are my two favourite chefs up to, huh?” She asked, looking around the kitchen. Luna was surprised she wasn't having an aneurysm by the disarray of her kitchen. “Making a mess, I see,” she muttered and kissed him on the cheek as she passed by. Choosing to ignore the chaos around her, Luna focused on making her and Noah coffee. Once the coffee started brewing, Luna turned back to her husband. She leaned against the counter, “So, I thought maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if Harper and I joined you for your whole tour instead of just the week we had initially planned.”