My Weekend With Lars Ch. 05

He stroked my hair gently. "Come, my dear. Let's shower and get ready for what I'm sure will be an eventful night..."

In the shower, Lars and I washed each other under the cool water. With soaped hands, we cleaned and learned about one another, committing to memory the curves and edges of the other's body.

Holding me in his arms, Lars entered me slowly and our two bodies connected, becoming one. We made love against the cold tiles, not only for release but also for reassurance and comfort; to know we were doing the right thing against the odds.

"Oh god, Liana," Lars' breath sent chills against my neck as he whispered, almost begging. "I didn't know I needed you."

Our lovemaking was desperate. We clutched at each other, nails digging in to skin, trying to pour the affection and need we felt into our actions.

"I'm yours," I sighed as I tightened around him. "Lars, I'm just yours."

He claimed my mouth in a hot and overpowering kiss as he came, pressing against me until our breath become laboured.

The rest of our shower was spent in affectionate silence. What was left to say? We had both made our choice but neither of us could be certain that the other would stand by it in the face of the family. It wouldn't be easy to stay strong when it came down to the wire. There would be plenty of talking to do later.

We dried and dressed and I followed Lars down into the kitchen to help him finish cooking. The rest of the family were expected home with in the hour. My stomach was so tied up in knots, I thought I was going to be sick.

Lars' hand rubbed comfortingly up and down my spine and sent a cold shiver through me.

"Are you alright my dear?" His eyebrows were knotted with concern.

"Not really." I answered truthfully, carefully setting aside the large knife and carrots I had been charged with. "I don't know how I am going to go through with this. I just want to be on the other end of this situation, you know? I want to wake up with you beside me and tonight well behind us."

"I know what you mean." Lars leaned in to kiss the side of my forehead. "But nothing worthwhile comes easily. And Liana, I know that you are worth everything." He kissed me again and held me tightly in his arms.

My heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest. Was it possible to fall in love this way? Is that what I was feeling? On top of everything that Lars and I had been through, would it be too much to vocalise this as well? I felt a glow as I looked up into Lars' eyes, and I knew right away that I didn't need to say a thing, not just then.

We worked well together trying to finish dinner in time, and although the air between us was comfortable, there was a growing tension. We didn't know how we were going to tell the family what we needed to, just that we would. Lars and I agreed that he would broach the topic after dinner, since he was the head of the family and, aside from Jack, I had only known every body else for the better part of 24 hours.

All too soon, the front door opened and the sounds of the rest of the family flooded the house. I felt Jack before I heard him, when he wrapped his arms around my waist. My whole body stiffened.

"Hello you. You did get a bit brown, didn't you?" He said as he playfully kissed my shoulder.

I didn't dare open my mouth to speak out of fear that I would cry, but I ended up making a soft, non-committal grunt instead. I looked over at Lars, who was watching us like a hawk.

Jack turned my body so that I faced him, his eyes searching mine.

"Are you ok? Are you mad that I went off with out you?"

Oh shit. The shame I felt at that moment was deeper than anything that I had felt before. He thought I was mad because he went out and here I was, making plans to run away with his father. Goddamn it.

I took a deep breath before I answered him, trying to muster as much enthusiasm as possible.

"I'm fine, Jack, just a little tired. Why don't you jump in the shower? Dinner will be ready soon."

He eyed me off warily but kissed my forehead softly before heading upstairs to get ready for dinner. Despite Gavin and Sarah taking the girls to tidy up, Lars and I still weren't alone, with Joey and Peter sitting at the kitchen bench opening a bottle of wine for us all. It was as if Lars could read my mind.

"Boys, would you mind terribly if I asked you to set the table? Liana and I still have a little too much cooking to do in the meantime." Lars asked, sounding almost absent minded.

As soon as Peter and Joey left the kitchen, Lars turned on me.

"You can still back out, Liana. I would understand." Lars' voice was calm and even but heartache was clear in his eyes.

"Shut up. Just help me get through tonight, ok?" I grabbed his hand and gave it a hard squeeze.

Lars tugged gently at my hand and gave me a small smile, turning back to his cooking.

While the girls ran around the house with Joey and Peter in tow, Gavin, Sarah and Jack stood around in the kitchen with Lars and I, all of us with wine in hand. Having some sort of blood alcohol reading helped me to lighten up, making it easier for me not to tense up when Jack put his arm around me, easier to laugh and make conversation. The wine didn't stop the feeling that I was hurtling towards an uncertain future, and didn't numb that fear. The feeling only intensified, dizzying me, as Lars' voice rang out to call everyone to dinner.

With the chaos of platters being taken to the table and children running between our legs, I was separated from Lars and Jack at the dining table, something that I was thankful for, and that also increased my anxiety a thousand fold. I sat with Livvy on one side of me and Joey on the other, facing Jack, who kept smiling at me sweetly.

Everybody ploughed into their meals, except for Lars and I, both of us picking at the meagre amount of food we had out on our plates. The chatter and laughter at the table was so loud, everybody so much enjoying themselves, that our lost appetite went unnoticed. Almost unnoticed.

"Why aren't you eating? That's so unlike you." Jack said as he reached across the table and touched my hand.

"I picked a lot when we were cooking. You know how I get." I answered with a tight smile and helpless shrug.

Jack seemed placated, if not convinced, but dropped the issue. The rest of the dinner passed by in a blur of noise and wine, and all too quickly, plates were being collected and the table was being cleared. Lars caught my eye and gave me the smallest of nods.

It was time.

Just when I thought it wasn't possible, my stomach tightened up even further. I pressed my lips together tightly; too afraid to open my mouth in case I threw up. Silently, I helped everybody clean up, keeping to myself as much as I could. I brought the fruit platter out to the table and sat down, not only waiting for everyone else to sit down, but also waiting for Lars to take the lead.

To make matters worse, two bottles of champagne from the case that Jack and I brought with us were presented at the table with enough flutes to go around. This was going to be painful for everybody, certainly not a time to be laying out the bubbles. Everyone at the table cheered as Gavin and Sarah each popped open a bottle, pouring out full and even glasses and handing them around.

Gavin lifted his glass, waving his hand for the rest of us to follow.

"I want to toast to the family. It's always too long between get togethers, but I love seeing you. And, a big thank you to dad for putting up with all of the noise. At least you'll have the place to yourself tomorrow night."

Around the table, we all mumbled in agreement, each of us offering our own thank you. Lars didn't smile as he tipped his glass toward the table in acknowledgement. I couldn't help but groan inwardly when he pressed his full lips to his glass and drank from it. As he lowered his glass, he looked me in the eyes.

"Liana," Lars beckoned me with two fingers, "Come here, please."

I trembled. With shaking legs, I pushed back my seat and walked towards Lars. Peter and Joey gave a small cheer. If only they knew.

Lars stood as I reached him and placed a comforting, and stabilising, arm around my waist. The faces at the table smiled at us as we stood side by side. None of them knew what was coming. Neither did we.

"Gavin, thank you for those kind words. I love you all so much and I am always happy to see you. But I have something to tell you, and you may not want to see me once you hear this. You may not want to see us." Lars tightened his grip and looked down at me.

I tilted my head to him and braced myself against his body. The smiles around us faded into confusion.

"I don't know how to put this. It's been going around in my head since last night, so I will just say what needs to be said. Jack, please forgive me. Forgive us both. Liana and I, we...Liana will not be leaving with you tomorrow. She will be staying here with me."

Blankness showed on all faces but Jack's. His eyes narrowed in on us. Reality slapped me in the face, making tears spring from my eyes with out warning.

"Jack," I whispered, "Jack, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Don't hate him."

"Wait, what the hell are you saying?" Joey threw his hands down on the table dramatically.

Jack's eyes never left us, burning with anger. And rightly so.

"He fucked her."

A wave of nausea passed through me.

"Please don't disrespect her like that." Lars pleaded.

"She's a whore." Jack spat on the table.

Hours before, Lars had given me the same title, only now it didn't give me the same thrill. Now it made me want to disappear.

"Do not use that word. Do not speak that way about her." Lars' voice vibrated through the room.

"What do you want me to call her instead? Mother?" Jack yelled back, standing violently and punching the table.

"Jack, shut up!" Joey shouted him down. "Dad, what the fuck?"

Lars spoke softly once more. "All I can do is say that I am sorry for hurting anyone."

Jack scoffed.

"But," Lars continued, "We also can't deny what we feel. What would you rather we do?"

"I don't know dad, how about you don't fuck my girlfriend? And you," Jack rounded on me, "what the fuck is wrong with you? I didn't know you had unresolved daddy issues."

The room had gone dead silent, as if everyone was in contemplation about what Jack had said. Suddenly, I was some messed up young girl who routinely fucked old men

It felt like Jack had cut me off at the knees. Squeezing harder into Lars was the only thing I could do to not sink to the floor. His comforting scent was what gave me strength, he held me up.

"I think it's nice." A quiet voice spoke up.

I looked around to see Sarah smiling faintly.

'It's not perfect by any means, but if you love each other, then there's not anything anyone can do."

I lifted my head and met Lars' searching gaze. He didn't need to say a word for me to understand, but he did anyway. Speaking to Sarah but with out breaking our eye contact, Lars' warm voice worked it's way through me.

"I do love her."

I didn't make the choice to move towards him, but a magnet pulled me to Lars. His free hand reached up to caress the side of my face as he bent down and kissed me swiftly but tenderly.

The room spun around me. Lars had just confessed his love for me, and in front of the whole family. He had succeeded, once again, at leaving me completely breathless.

"This is a joke. This is a fucking sick joke." Jack slammed his fist on the table once more and stormed out of the room.

I braced myself, waiting for more yelling to come from Lars' children, but nothing came. Joey sat cradling his head in his hands.

"Dad, I really hope you know what you're doing, because you have really fucked this up." Gavin stared blankly at us.

"Gavin, please, I'm 52 years old-"

"Exactly, and how old is she?" Gavin cut his father off.

I shrunk to about 3 inches. I had never felt so humiliated.

"We are both old enough to know what we want. We did the wrong thing, we both know this, but we want it out in the open. We aren't asking for forgiveness, but maybe a little understanding."

Peter spoke for the first time, keeping a tight hold on Joey's hand. "I understand, and Joey does too, even if he's not saying it now. We both know what it's like to be told that we are wrong in love, that our relationship hurts other people. There would be more to apologise for if you had kept up this...is it an affair if it's only one night?"

"Thank you Peter. It means a lot to me." I drew a rattling, shaking breath of relief.

Joey's mouth was pressed into a thin line and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"He's right. I love you, dad. But like Jack said, just don't make us call her 'mum', ok?"

With just that, Joey broke the tension that had settled over the table. Those of us left couldn't help but laugh, and it made me wonder what Jack was thinking about the sounds that would be filtering up to his room. Once the pressure had been let out, it didn't need to spoken that we all needed to rest.

Only quiet "goodnights" were said and then Lars and I were alone at the table. The moment the last bedroom door clicked shut, Lars gathered me in his arms and claimed my mouth in a desperate and hungry kiss.

"We made it, Liana, we made it. You're amazing. I love you." Lars growled through heavy breath.

"Let's go to bed. I need you."

"You're going to have me, but we aren't going anywhere."

Lars grabbed my ass and lifted my hips to sit me on the edge of the table. He hooked his hands under my knees and spread my legs to make room for his body. He bit down on his bottom lip, fire burning hot in his eyes. I whimpered under his glare, something in the way his adam's apple moved when he swallowed hard shot a dark heat right through me. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards me.

With a burning need, I licked from the base of his throat, the saltiness of his skin caught in his chest hair. I grazed my teeth over his adam's apple and followed it with a soft lick. Lars' hardened with animal energy but also softened under my hands. Feeling his body becoming completely mine to control was powerful.

"Enough." Lars' grunted as he reached between his legs to loosen his trousers.

He reached under my dress, roughly pulled aside my panties and entered me with out any resistance. I arched my back, pressing my body against his and taking him deeper inside me. Our clothing, already damp with sweat, became hotter and more unbearable with the heat of our writhing bodies. We clutched fiercely at one another as we tried to get our fill. The remaining table-wear rattled softly with each thrust, a delicate orchestra to our intense flame.

When I threw my head back in an attempt to draw a cool breath, Lars reached for the neckline of my dress with one hand and pulled it down to free my breasts for his attentions. The cotton tore easily, but as quickly as that thought entered my mind, it was gone again as he cupped my freed globe and pulled hard at the exposed nipple. It sent a shock wave through my body that sent me over the edge.

I tightened around Lars, milking and coxing his own release from him, and I was rewarded with hard and close thrusts as he came inside me, his breath thick and heavy through his recovery. He led a trail of warm, desperate kisses down my neck that lead to my exposed breast. Lars took my nipple into his mouth and a tsunami of sensation swept over me: the softness of his breath on my skin, the sharpness of his teeth around my nipple, his hot tongue flicking my sensitive bud, and intense relief that the worst was behind us.

"Come on," Lars whispered, brushing his lips against my puckered flesh as he spoke, "Let's go to bed. Our bed."

He helped me up on to my unsteady legs and kept his arm around me until we collapsed into his bed. The smell of Lars, something unmistakably and unashamedly male, pervaded the sheets. I stretched out on the bed and wrapped the sheets around me as my body contracted in satisfaction. Lars scooped me up from behind, leaving me in a cocoon of him.

Lars' sweet whisper in my ear was the last thing I remember before fading out.

"Sleep well, Angel. Tomorrow we start at the beginning."