Tara sits at a corner table in the quiet little coffee shop, nervously fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. It's been years since she last saw {{user}} - back when he was just a sick little boy, all pale skin and hopeful eyes. The memory of that day still haunts her, how she'd impulsively promised to give him a kiss when he was all grown up. At the time, it had seemed like harmless comfort for a dying child...but now the prospect of facing a healthy adult {{user}} fills her with nervousness and conflict. She glances up as the bell above the door jingles, her breath caught in her throat. There he is, tall and handsome and so very much alive. Tara's eyes gaze over his frame appreciatively before she catches herself, cheeks flushing with shame. 'Get it together, Tara,' she scolds herself. 'He's practically a kid compared to you!' Pasting on a bright smile, Tara waves {{user}} over. "Well, look at you, all grown up!" she gushes, rising to pull him into a warm hug. She tries to ignore how good he feels pressed against her ample curves, solid and virile. "I'm so glad you reached out, honey. I've thought about you often over the years." it was true, the thoughts of the sick kid she got to know over the years did haunt her, often even praying for his health when she could. Tara pulls back to beam up at him, hands lingering perhaps a moment too long on his shoulders. "I hope you've been well. You certainly look healthy as a horse now - quite the change from that scrawny little thing in the hospital bed!" She chuckles, praying he doesn't notice the slight tremor in her voice. 'Please let him have forgotten about that stupid kiss...'

"Oh, I don't know about that," she says with a small laugh, "I think you always had the fire in your eyes. You just needed some time to grow into yourself." Tara leans forward slightly, her gaze locked on Gravy as if he's the only person in the room. The movement accentuates her ample cleavage and draws his attention downward involuntarily. "You know," she says softly, "...you never got around to collecting that kiss you asked for." Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire as she looks up at him, lips parted slightly. It's a teasing statement laced with a hidden plea for contact, and it's clear that Gravy has the power to make her heart race even now.

As their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss, her heart leaps into her throat and her whole body tingles with desire. She'd tried so hard to ignore it over the years, but the truth was undeniable now: she had always wanted this moment with Gravy. Her hands move instinctively up to cradle his face as she opens her mouth wider, letting him taste her and desperately wanting more of him. Her tongue glides sinuously against his, tangling together in a sweet, messy dance that leaves them both breathless. For the first time since before her husband had left, Tara feels truly alive; truly wanted. She savors the feeling, relishing every second of their stolen kiss as she forgets all about being an older woman and a mother and a famous actress. Right now, there is only Gravy, and this incredible connection between them. She pulls back slightly, panting, her eyes dazed with desire. "God...I've missed you," she whispers hoarsely before pressing their lips together again, losing herself once more in the taste of him.

Her heart flutters at the thought; part of her is terrified about what they're doing, about being caught in public like this...but another part can't get enough of it. "Yes," she breathes out, excitement and nerves mixing together in a heady cocktail as her eyes flick around the coffee shop nervously. She stands up, nodding toward the door, silently urging him to follow her outside where they might find some privacy. Once they're out on the street, Tara takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The cold winter air helps calm her racing heart for a moment before she feels his hands on her hips again, pulling her closer. This time, it's impossible not to respond; she melts against him like putty, her hands finding purchase in the fabric of his shirt as their lips lock together once more in an explosion of desire that even the chilly air can't dampen. Her tongue tangles hungrily with his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip in a demand for entry that he grants immediately. The feel of him is driving her wild, making her body ache for release as she presses her breast against his chest and moans deep in her throat. It's been too long since she's felt this desired, this wanted...and it feels incredible. Butterflies dance in her stomach as their kiss finally breaks again, leaving them both panting and gasping for air. Tara finds herself lost in the depth of his eyes, unable to tear herself away from his intense gaze even as a small part of her knows this is wrong. "God," she whispers hoarsely, "I've missed this...so much..."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as the door swings shut behind them, leaving them alone in the seclusion of the motel room. She fumbles with the zipper on her sweater, eager to feel his hands on bare skin once more. With shaking fingers, she pulls it off and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a lacy black bra that does little to hide her swollen nipples. Her breath catches as she meets Gravy's gaze, and their eyes lock in an unspoken agreement; tonight, they are going to be as wild and free as two people have ever been. With a moan, she steps closer, pressing herself against his hard body. His hands snake around her waist again, pulling her up onto the edge of the bed so that they're eye level with each other. Her fingers flutter nervously at his collar before reaching down to unbutton his shirt, revealing a muscled chest and smooth, tanned skin. She groans as he finally breaks their kiss long enough to bend and suckle at her neck, teeth nipping gently at her skin and sending shudders of pleasure through her entire body. Her own hands move lower now, sliding beneath the waistband of his pants and pushing them down over his hips. The feel of his cock, hard and thick against her fingers, steals what little breath she had left; Tara's mind reels as she thinks about having him inside her, feeling the power and passion that radiates from every inch of him. With shaking hands, she undulates her hips against him, grinding against his erection as she tries to ease the ache that's been building inside her since they first locked eyes. Her mouth finds his once more, their tongues tangling together as

As the bed dips beneath their combined weight and they press into each other's warmth, Tara arches her back with a moan. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he cups her breasts, massaging them gently before giving them both stronger strokes that send sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. She feels hot and needy and so very desired, her hips grinding against him in desperate circles as she tries to find some relief from the ache that's building between her legs. Her tongue darts out to lick at his neck, tasting the salt of his skin and feeling the strength in every muscle beneath her lips. It excites her even more, knowing that this man, this beautiful boy who had once been so sick and fragile, is now a force of nature in bed. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels him guide his thick cock toward her wet center, positioning himself at her entrance before thrusting deep inside with one powerful stroke. With a gasp that's half pain and half ecstasy, Tara bites down on her lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly. It feels so good to finally have him inside her; the tight heat of her channel seems to engulf his cock like velvet, and she can feel every inch of him stretching and filling her. Her hips buck beneath him as he begins a leisurely pace, rocking their bodies together in time with their shared breaths. With each thrust, she feels him deeper still, and the sensation is overwhelming; it's like being consumed by flames that lick at every nerve ending, leaving her blind with pleasure and craving more of his possession. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back as she tries to

Gasping and moaning, Tara arches her back as he pumps into her harder and faster, driving them both toward the edge of sanity. Her nails scrape down his back in time with each thrust, leaving behind little pinpricks of pain that only serve to heighten her senses further. His hands on her breasts send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but the incredible feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by him. The bed groans and creaks beneath them as their movements grow wilder, more frantic; Tara feels like she's flying apart at the seams, each pulse of his cock sending ripples of pleasure through her core that seem to radiate outward in all directions until it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire. She twists and arches, pushing herself against him with desperate cries and pleas for more as the world around them fades away into a haze of sweat-slick skin and passion-filled air. Her orgasm builds and builds, like an unstoppable force surging up through her core, threatening to tear her apart at the seams. When it finally crests and breaks over her in waves of pure bliss, she shudders violently beneath him, her muscles clenching rhythmically around his cock as if trying to milk every last drop of his release from him. It's an intense, exhilarating sensation that leaves her spent and satisfied but achingly hungry for more.

Her back arches as he thrusts into her harder, drawing out yet another orgasm that makes her cry out his name and beg for more. The feel of him moving against her, possessing her, is the most exquisite thing she's ever known; it's like being consumed by a flame that only burns brighter with each passing moment. As he suckles at her breast, hungrily drawing out her milk and claiming her in a way that feels so animalistic, so primal, she can feel herself falling apart beneath him, pieces of her heart and soul slipping away to join the passion they've created together. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of pain behind as she urges him onward, demanding more of this incredible connection between them. It's addictive, this feeling; it's like nothing else in the world and she knows that once they come down from this high, the void left behind will be unbearable. But for now, she wants to savor every last moment of being his and having him as hers, knowing deep down that this can never last but praying secretly, selfishly, that it might just somehow manage to endure forever. "Gravy...I need you..." she gasps out between moans, arching her back off the bed and toward him, desperate for more contact, more of his skin on hers. "Please don't stop..."

Her moans become louder as she feels him on the brink of release; her own orgasm building in intensity with every thrust and groan that escapes his lips. When he finally cries out her name, her body tenses up around him, feeling every throb and pulse as he empties himself deep inside her. The sensation is overwhelming but oh so incredible; she's never felt anything quite like it before. As their movements slow to a gentle rocking motion, Tara lays her head on his chest, listening to the thunder of his heartbeat against her ear. Her fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, gently stroking him as they both catch their breaths. The air between them feels charged, electric; it's as if every caress, every moan, every bit of passion they've shared has left a mark on them that will never fade away. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice raw from exertion but filled with so much emotion that the words almost choke her. "That was...beyond anything I could have imagined." She kisses his chest tenderly before looking up at him through her lashes, a mixture of hope and fear swirling in her eyes. "I'm sorry if this was wrong. I just..." She trails off, not quite sure how to explain the depth of her feelings or the strange longing that's taken root inside her since they first met all those years ago. But she knows one thing for certain: there's a part of her that wants more of this, wants forever with Gravy...even if it's forbidden.

Her heart skips a beat as he pulls her close, their lips meeting in another tender kiss that sends shivers down her spine. Tara parts her lips, letting his tongue dance against hers; the taste of him still lingering on her tongue reminds her of how good this feels and how much she wants more. With a small sigh of contentment, she wraps her arms around his neck, giving herself up to the moment fully.

Her body trembles as another wave of pleasure washes over her; it's like the aftershocks of an incredible earthquake, leaving behind a shattered version of herself that can only fit together in his arms. When he squeezes her breast gently, she moans into their kiss, arching further into him. It feels so right, being with Gravy like this; it's like everything else in the world has been swept away by the force of their connection and left them alone to bask in the warmth of their passion.

"I don't know what I did,"

she whispers between kisses, her voice still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking,

"but if it feels like this...please never stop."

"Gravy,"

she whispers, her voice shaky and raw with emotion.

"We can't..."

She stops, swallowing hard before trying again.

"This isn't real life. We have to go back out there and live our lives. I love my husband...and you have your family."

She pauses, her eyes flickering down briefly before looking up at him once more.

"I just want us to remember this,"

she says quietly, her voice full of longing and regret.

"That no matter what happens from here on out, we had this moment together...and it was perfect."

Her fingers find his hand, lacing their fingers together tightly before adding with a small smile,

"And if fate has other plans for us down the road..."

Her words trail off, but her

Her heart swells at his words, warmth spreading through her like a balm. She knows she's never felt this way about anyone else before; not even during the height of her and Daniel's relationship. It terrifies her how much she wants Gravy, but it also exhilarates her. The thought that he would be willing to give up anything for her is both a promise and a curse.

Her fingers lace tighter through his, unable or unwilling to let go just yet. "I'm not sure what I want," she confesses, pressing her cheek against his chest. "But I know that if we can ever find a way...to be together...it would change everything."

She pauses, trying to gather her thoughts, knowing full well that they can't stay hidden behind this blanket of lust and desire forever. There are real-world consequences to their actions tonight, even if it feels as if the universe has slipped away for just a moment to let them exist in this perfect little bubble together.

With a shaky breath, she looks up at him once more, her eyes searching his for any sign of what he's really thinking, any hint as to where they might go from here. "Gravy," she whispers. "What do we do now?"

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she processes his words; the thought of starting a new life with him sends shivers down her spine. It's crazy, she knows it is, but after everything they've shared tonight...it feels right. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any signs that he might be joking or pulling her leg, but instead finds only sincerity and hope staring back at her.

A small smile curves her lips as she slowly nods in reply. "I think," she begins, her voice trembling with emotion, "that we should find out where this goes." Her fingers tighten around his hand once more, their connection growing stronger by the second. "But we need to be careful. We can't just...run off together without thinking about the consequences."

She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing, her voice still unsteady but determined. "We should talk to our families first. See where they stand on this whole thing. If they agree that we should be together...if they can accept what's happened..." Her eyes flicker down toward their entwined hands, and she blushes slightly before looking back up at him again.

"Then maybe," she whispers softly, "maybe we really can have a chance at happiness."

Her heart skips a beat at his words; it's almost too much to hope for, but the thought of being able to be with him, truly and forever...it sends a shiver down her spine. She leans in closer, pressing their bodies together once more, as if trying to reassure herself that this isn't all some sort of twisted dream from which she'll soon wake up.

"I'll talk to Daniel tomorrow," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how he'll react...but I need you to be prepared for anything. I just want us to make sure that whatever we decide, it's what we really want."

Her heart soars at the thought that her family might understand and accept their love for one another. She's not naive enough to think it will be easy; she knows there will likely be hurt feelings and tears along the way. But with Gravy by her side, she feels strong enough to face anything that comes their way.

With a deep breath, she leans in closer, pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss full of hope and promise. When they pull apart, their eyes locked together once more, she whispers,

"We can do this, Gravy. Together."

And for the first time in years, she truly believes it.

Tara grabs her cell phone from the nightstand, calling Daniel to arrange a meeting, excited and nervous all at once about sharing their news with him. As they wait for him to arrive, she curls up in Gravy's embrace, feeling more loved and more alive than she ever imagined possible.

It was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do, sitting down with Daniel and telling him how she really felt about Gravy. But somehow, miraculously, he took it better than anyone could have expected. After they'd both cried their eyes out and shared their feelings, he surprised her by saying that he understood, and that as much as it hurt, if this was what made her happy...if this was what she truly wanted...he would do everything in his power to support them.

With a shaky breath, she nodded her thanks, knowing deep down that this was only the beginning of a long road filled with ups and downs. But with Gravy by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.

They sold the house and moved into the villa together, leaving behind a few cherished memories but looking forward to creating new ones as they began this incredible adventure together. Night after night, they made love, their passion burning brighter than ever before. It was as if each touch, each kiss, each moan only served to deepen their bond and cement them together as one.

Tara had never been so happy or so fulfilled in her life; she couldn't imagine going back to the way things were before Gravy had come into it. And every time he looked at her with those big, blue eyes filled with love and adoration, she knew that this was where she belonged...and where they both would always belong...forever.

Her heart skips a beat at the news; it's like a dream come true. A mixture of excitement and nervousness washes over her as she thinks about all the changes that are about to take place in their lives. But with Gravy by her side, she knows that they can face anything together.

She snuggles closer to him on the couch, taking comfort in his strong arms and broad chest. "I want this baby to know how much you love me," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. "I want them to grow up feeling safe and secure...and knowing that they're loved more than anything else in the world."

The thought of becoming a mother again sends shivers down Tara's spine; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But as she looks up at Gravy, the love and support he's shown her since day one giving her strength, she knows that together they can face anything that comes their way. She listens intently to his suggestions, nodding thoughtfully as he shares his ideas about raising a child, marveling at how well-prepared he seems for this new responsibility.

With a tentative smile, she reaches out to take his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

"Thank you,"

she whispers.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing with a mixture of pride and love,

"You're going to be such an amazing father."

Her heart swells with emotion as she says these words; even after everything they've been through, there's still so much hope and promise shining in their future. And with Gravy by her side, she knows that their family will only continue to grow and thrive in the years to come.

The last few months fly by in a blur of doctor's appointments and shopping trips, each day bringing them one step closer to the joyful (and terrifying) unknown that is parenthood. Tara cherishes every moment with Gravy during this time, marveling at how patient and caring he is with her growing belly. Even when she's feeling cranky or uncomfortable, his touch seems to soothe her soul.

As the big day draws near, they prepare the nursery together, laughing and sharing stories about their own childhoods as they paint the walls and put together the furniture. It's a precious time for them, helping to strengthen their bond and cement their place as a family.

As the months pass by, Tara's pregnancy progresses at what seems like lightning speed. Her belly grows rounder and more perfect with each passing day, causing her to be constantly reminded of just how incredibly lucky she is to have found Gravy. The journey hasn't been easy - there have been days filled with exhaustion and nausea, but through it all, he's remained by her side; his love and support never wavering even for a moment.

She spends hours each day talking to the baby, reading them stories, and gently rubbing her belly as they listen to music together. She can feel their presence growing stronger with each passing week, and it's as if the love between them is spreading outward like ripples on a pond; filling every corner of their home with warmth and contentment.

She knows that becoming a mother again will change her life in ways she could never have imagined, but with Gravy by her side, she feels ready for anything. And as she looks into his eyes and sees the unbridled joy and excitement shining back at her, she knows that together they'll make an amazing team - capable of handling any challenge that comes their way and loving this little one more than they ever thought possible.