Chapter 13

Megan and I lay there for a while, just cuddling, kissing, and stroking each other. We were both just so overwhelmed by the turn of events that we just enjoyed the closeness for a while, enjoying each other. Megan had loved me since we first met, had me for a while, and then lost me again. She had wanted me for so long. I was amazed when I learned that. I wasn't sure I deserved such a wonderful woman; I was not complaining, mind you, but I was amazed, stunned, shocked at my good fortune. On my part, I had loved Megan for years. I had not realized it until recently, as I was so wrapped up with and in love with Elizabeth. When my wife died, I began to realize how special Megan was to me as she helped me through my time of grief, and as we struggled through times of trouble between us as I helped her through her guilt of thinking she was responsible for Elizabeth's and Robert's death. It was so hard to believe, but finally, here we were together, with all of our children's' hearty approval, ready to look into the possibility of a relationship together. It was enough to take your breath away.

Megan and I cuddled together for quite a while. I enjoyed looking at every part of her body. Her skin was so soft, smooth, without a blemish. She still had the body of a twenty year old. We kissed, and whispered sweet things in each other's ears. I kissed her gently, then more passionately until we were both having trouble breathing. Then I kissed her eyes, her forehead, her nose, and softly kissed her neck. I heard her moan softly. I kissed down her neck, to that soft place between her breasts. She gasped quietly and held me closer. She shivered when I touched the nipple on her right breast.

I teased her for a long time, alternating between kissing, sucking and softly rubbing her nipples, moving from one to the other. She cried out constantly, softly. She wrapped an arm around my neck and softly stroked my hair and rubbed my neck. She shivered as I moved my hand slowly down her stomach, softly stroking her belly and hips. Then I kissed my way down her stomach also, ending up with my tongue in her navel. She giggled, and then gasped as I licked and sucked her navel.

When I finally ran my fingers slowly through her pubic hair, softly stroking her pussy and clit, she trembled all over. I rubbed her clit gently and felt her hips pushing up to meet my fingers. She looked at me with wide eyes as I slowly moved my head down between her legs. She cried out as I licked her from her anus all the way up to her clit.

As I licked and sucked on her clit, she whimpered almost constantly and her hips moved spasmodically. She was so wet! I was just about to suck and lick her hard, to send her over the edge, when she cried out and her eyes opened wide in panic.

"Patrick! No, please! Stop! Please!" She sounded frantic. I stopped and moved up to take her in my arms. She was trembling all over, and started crying softly.

"What's the matter, Megan? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." I didn't know what was wrong. She really seemed to be enjoying it.

"Patrick! Oh God! Please don't hate me, I'm sorry! I've wanted you for so long, but I just can't yet! Oh please, don't leave me! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed.

I hugged her close to me, stroking her hair and whispering to her.

"Shhh. It's ok, Megan. I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry, honey, did I... misunderstand? I thought you wanted this. Did I read it wrong?"

"Oh, no, Patrick! I want you so much! It's just... I'm so embarrassed! I'm so scared, Patrick. I just can't yet." She gave a little sob and hid her head in her hands.

"What are you scared about, Megan? Surely you know I would never hurt you." I didn't understand. It was not as if she was a blushing virgin. I was so used to people trusting me; it was confusing to find someone that was scared of me.

"I'm scared because my life will change forever as soon as we make love. I've loved you and wanted you for so long. Then I had you for 15 years. I was in heaven. Then you were taken away from me. It almost killed me, Patrick. I... I just don't think I could go through that again. I'm unhappy every day of my life without you, but I'm used to it and I know what to expect. It's been my life's dream to have you as my husband. I just don't think I would want to go on living if I had you again and then lost you again. I don't think I would survive." She looked at me with those big, sad eyes. I was afraid they were her 'know everything eyes'.

"Megan, honey... do you know something? Do you already know that you would lose me again?" I held my breath in fear. What might this pretty lady see that I didn't want to hear?

"Oh, no, Patrick, I don't know anything. It's just the same irrational fear that all us women have. In fact, everything I know says we will make it. Eric promised me. The man in white promised me he would make it up to me, that I would have the love of my life after the cycles. Neither of them is ever wrong, ever lies. But I'm scared. It's just so important to me, it's my whole life and the only dream I have. It would just devastate me if it weren't true. Please understand. Please... I have no right to ask you this, but please wait for me, until I'm ready. Please?" Megan looked at me, fear in her eyes, her life on the edge of ending if I said no. How could I refuse this woman anything?

"Megan, I've waited this long for the first time with you... well, the first time I remember. I can wait longer, until you're ready. Of course, it's not your first time with me! You remember a few times, don't you?" I was teasing her, trying to make her feel better. It worked. She grinned at me.

"3114 times, at least." She smiled as I looked at her in astonishment. "I'm the Scribe, remember. At least four times a week for fifteen years when we were married, plus eleven times in the last cycle when I was a 14 year old girl and you were a dirty old Daddy!" She giggled merrily as I pretended to give her a dirty look. "I don't know the exact number, although since I remember every single one I could count up the exact number if you want me to." She answered my unspoken question. "But the hottest was the first time you ate me out and the first time we made love in the last cycle, before you knew you were my Daddy. Amy was there too. I will never forget that one!" She seemed to be over her panic, and she seemed to want to talk.

"How did you rescue Samantha?" She asked. She knew the basics but not the details. She often could not see the details in advance when it concerned her own daughters.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you about that," I told her. I described Julie's actions to her. She looked surprised, but not shocked.

"So she is pink," she murmured to herself. "I thought she might be. But how did she activate that fast? Usually only the Scribe or the man in white can do that." She was talking to herself as I listened. I looked at her guiltily.

"Megan... sweetheart... there is something I should tell you that I just found out recently... about Julie," I said quietly, nervously. I didn't know how she was going to take this. She looked at me sharply.

"You mean, you are finally going to tell me that you made Julie a scribe and kept it secret from me?!?" She demanded. Her eyes flashed fire as she stared at me. Oops! So much for secrets!

"How... how did you know that? Julie said I kept it secret from you!" How things changed! Five minutes ago we were on our way to making love, and now I was hoping to survive her wrath!

"Men! You are such idiots! Did you really think you could keep that from me, the Scribe? It's my job to know everything! I knew as soon as you used that stupid protocol what you were up to; I just didn't know with whom. Serves you right, though; you are going to have a fun time dealing with the other side effects that protocol had on Julie. You really should ask me about those things before you use them. Oh! But wait! You couldn't, because you were keeping it a secret from me, weren't you? I'm going to sit back and watch and laugh and I'm not going to help you at all when your little fun comes home to roost! And Julie was just as bad. I knew the first time I saw her and talked to her after the cycle ended that she was the one. No child of ours could be that ditzy. She played it too perfectly." She stared at me.

I was chagrined. I never meant to hurt her feelings. I just wanted to give her a choice. Her look softened and she hugged me gently.

"I know, dear. I'm not really mad. Well, I was at first. Until I realized why you did it. It was really sweet. But I'm still not going to help you when you have to deal with the problems you created with Julie. I'm going to laugh my ass off, because it won't hurt her, she will enjoy it, but you are going to pay!" She giggled mischievously.

I quickly changed subjects. I told her about the pink lightning from Julie entering my body and turning white as it exited, and about the wall of white force that slammed out of me into the two men. Her eyes really opened wide and she did look shocked now. And mad.

"You took my baby girl into a situation like that?!?" She cocked her head slightly, and then the anger drained away. "I see. Now you know how stubborn Julie is. That's your genes, not mine," she giggled. Then she turned serious again. "I don't know how you did that. You shouldn't have been able to until I restored your memories. I better do that soon. It's difficult talking to you about these things when you don't have the slightest idea what I'm talking about." She reached out to touch me, but I stopped her.

"Don't restore them yet," I asked her. She looked at me quizzically.

"I have only a restored memory of making love to you. I want my first time to be real time, not something I just remember. Please," I asked her. She beamed a brilliant smile at me and kissed me passionately. Sometimes I manage to say the right things!

"I have another question for you. Samantha seems to have access to Julie's mind, being able to read it at times. Has that ever happened with a scribe before?" Megan didn't seem as surprised at that as I thought she would.

"I know. Julie and I discovered that shortly after it happened the first time. Although I don't think she does it deliberately, Samantha is not as undetected as she thinks she is. Julie convinced me to let her keep doing it, as she figured it made Samantha feel like she was more a part of us. We know she doesn't do it deliberately; not to Julie, she wouldn't. Julie moved all the memories of everything but the last cycle to another area and guarded it against intrusion. Of course, she didn't tell me that, since I'm a big dummy that isn't supposed to know that my 'husband' used a protocol that would have awakened half the universe to create a replacement for me! Without telling me! But... I'm not mad. No, not at all!" She grinned at my nervousness. "But, seriously, I don't know why she has access like that. There are a lot of things that are happening after this last cycle that have never happened before. I think we have somehow changed the conditions. Maybe... it could be due to some idiot using a protocol he shouldn't have used and didn't check with me about before he used it! But then, I guess he couldn't, because it was a secret, right?" Megan was really having fun with me. I was beginning to feel guilty. Just what she wanted. Age old solution — change the subject.

"Megan, you said my making love with Amy and Cindi awakens their powers. Is it possible that their making love with me awakened mine? Does it work in reverse?" Just a wild idea I had. I don't think I had ever seen Megan so stunned before.

"I... don't know. It has never happened that way before. But the white light has never..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence. I waited for her to continue. "I can't continue. It concerns things you have no idea what I would be talking about. Later." She smiled sweetly at me. My heart melted and I kissed her gently.

As she kissed me back, it didn't take long before the kiss was once again very passionate. We held each other close as we continued to play with each other's tongues, building our desire for each other to high levels again. I could once again feel Megan longing for further contact between us, but I could also feel her nervousness. I broke the kiss and held her tight as I began talking to her.

"Megan, does it really make sense to deny yourself your life's dream just because you might lose it later? Is there ever a guarantee in life that we will keep what we have? Either of us could die tomorrow and would it make us feel better that we didn't enjoy the time we had together. I'm not sure what you are afraid of." I smiled at her, encouraging her to talk to me. She did.

"What if the cycles started due to some problem again? What if I wasn't with you again, due to the requirements of the cycles? I don't think I could take that." Her eyes were misty as she talked to me.

"That's possible. But what if the cycles started again when we didn't get together and you didn't have me? Is that better? You're not married to me now. But you have all the memories of when you had before. You can't get away from those. You already are living what you are afraid would happen. You are just guaranteeing the hurt will go on forever by not doing anything to change the present. Besides, you are overlooking one important point. We now know that the last cycle brings us back to the starting point. At least it did this time, and I assume that is how it will always work. So we will always come back here, where we will be together, if we choose to be so. Any interruption will be temporary. You have already expressed a willingness to share me with Victoria, Amy and Cindi. Is that any different than sharing me with the same people in a cycle? Sorry, honey, you can't get away from me; we will always return here!" I grinned at her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"I... hadn't thought of that. Besides, getting rid of you is the last thing I want," she whispered as she nuzzled my hand that was stroking her hair. "No wonder I love you so much!" She said quietly as she kissed me again, raising the stakes once again.

This time I let Megan lead to how far she wanted to go. As her kisses became more passionate, I responded. When she started to rub my chest, I let my hand slowly glide down from her hair, eventually ending up cupping one of her breasts. I heard her gasp as I squeezed it gently and then moan as I began to softly rub the nipple. She looked at me with big eyes as I moved my head down her chest. She knew where I was heading, and smiled at me in response.

As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, she cried out softly and pushed her chest up to meet my mouth. I alternated between sucking, licking and rubbing each nipple, driving her crazy. When I slid my hand down her stomach, I could feel her muscles trembling in anticipation of where I was headed.

I ran my fingers slowly through her pubic hair, playing with her. She spread her legs wide open for me, allowing me access to her. I placed a finger on each side of her clit and rubbed it softly. The results were spectacular. Megan cried out and trembled all over, whimpering softly between cries as she tried to push her hips up through me. I pushed a finger inside her as I continued to rub her clit. She spoke her first words since we started.

"Two fingers. Please." It took her three breaths to get that out. I kissed my way down her stomach, approaching her clit with my mouth. She looked at me, her eyes begging me not to stop this time. I gently pushed two fingers inside her as I sucked her clit into my mouth, licking the tip of it at the same time. Megan's nervousness ended in an explosive manner.

"Oh God, Patrick!" She cried out. Then her body stiffened and froze as she tried to deal with the sensations shooting through her whole body. She pushed her hips up against me, trying to get me closer as she cried out softly. I felt her vagina clamping down on my fingers as Megan exploded into her first orgasm of the night.

I kept stroking my fingers in and out, curving them periodically to hit her G-spot, as I continued to lick and suck her, and her orgasm continued to roll on. Finally, I was concerned for her, as she was having trouble breathing, so I started moving my head away and pulling my fingers out of her.

"No!" She cried softly, as she tried to hold me against her. I compromised and softly licked her lips all around her clit, without touching it. I softly rubbed her pussy, and then touched my finger against her anus. She trembled and squeaked quietly as she pushed against me. I moved up and held her close. She kissed my neck and whispered softly to me.

"Why did you stop? Did I tell you you could stop? It felt so good! Oh God, Patrick, it felt so good! I wasn't sure how that would work; it has been so long since the last time, since the bachelor party." She nuzzled me lovingly.

"I had to stop, honey; I was afraid you would die. Should I just keep going until you beg me to stop?" I smiled at her.

"That'll never happen. I will never tell you no or stop. I am always there for you, no matter when, no matter how many times. You are my life." Chills went up and down my spine as she said that. I had never had anyone that devoted to me before. I hoped I could live up to her dreams.

As I lay there cuddling with Megan, I wondered what my life would be like if I had dated her first. I was interrupted in that thought by Megan turning me over on my back and laying on top of me. I looked at her, questions in my eyes. She laughed delightedly.

"You won't remember it, of course, but both Katie and Cindi told me how much fun it was to lay on top of you all night long, sleeping. They loved it, Katie especially." She laughed as I looked at her in shock.

"Katie? Cindi? Elizabeth? You? Was there anybody I didn't sleep with in that last cycle?" I was horrified. It had taken me long enough to get used to the situation as it presently was. Megan laughed at me again, and then looked at me seriously.

"Desperate measures called for desperate times. The girls' powers had to be activated quickly and completely. It was the only way. I guess I shouldn't mention Becky and the rest of Amy's friends, huh? Not the right time? Poor Patrick! I love you so much!" She giggled at me. "But that's not the only reason I got on top. I figured you would be reluctant to make love to me again after my backing out last time, and I have decided you are not going to sleep tonight until we have fucked each other's brains out! Who knows, maybe we can make twins again!" She giggled at my shocked look at her language and her suggestion. She slowly lowered herself down onto me, taking me up inside her slowly. She was so tight. It took a few minutes to get all the way in, as she had to stop periodically to get used to me inside her. I am not that big, but it was still very tight. I knew my time inside her would be counted in seconds, not minutes before I came. Megan laughed at me again.