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2002
“you'll marry him”
“what?” Mariska replies laughing slightly as she sits down opposite Chris. She places his coffee in front of him and starts emptying sugar sachets into her own cup.
“Peter. He is the one you’re going to marry”
“Oh don’t be silly,'' she tells him but she can't help blushing. Peter and her had clicked instantly, he’d come into her dressing room and they’d spoken for hours, he had invited her to church this weekend and the smile hadn’t left her face since.
Chris watches her as she blushes and goes off in a day dream over another man. He didn’t mind. How could he? Over the years he had been with other Women, one night here and there but Mariska was the only one that had been so long term. When he had realised the seriousness of his feelings for her he had told Sherman and she'd even invited Mariska over to get to know her. They had become friends of sorts and he hoped that would still continue if Mariska did end up marrying someone. Peter couldn’t be more different than him, it would make sense to have what he and Sherman have. He was willing to share her as long as he didn’t lose her.
“You won't forget about me will you?” he questions half jokingly half hoping she’d tell him what he needed to hear.
“I don’t think I could ever let you go,” she says, sighing.
If it came down to a choice between keeping what she had with Chris and choosing a husband she worried she’d be single forever. The days were getting on and she wanted children but the pull of him was something she didn’t think she could ever walk away from. She did love him and she knew he loved her as well. She was never jealous of his other life anymore, she knew since he had started sleeping with her there had been no other flings, just a wife. Two women in his life that he loved was enough for him. She places her hand over his and looks him in the eye smiling “lets just hope my future husband is the open minded type.”
Chris smiled back happy that they both wanted the same thing.
“Good because I love you"
“and I love you silly”
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A few months later
Mariska was lounging on the sofa in her dressing room admiring the ring. Peter had finally popped the question last night and she had jumped straight into his arms. She was thrilled to have her future sorted, a wedding and children had been something she had wanted for a long time now.
When there was a knock on the door she knew who it was, she didn't bother to shout to come in because she knew he would anyway.
“Well well, the future Mrs Hermann” chris jokes as he walks in and sits next to her on her sofa, wrapping an arm around her and he places a kiss on her head. “Im happy for you”
“Thank you” she says, leaning her body into him.
“Did you speak to him?” he asks nervously knowing she would get what he meant. Had he agreed to share her? He couldnt imagine wanting to share her if he was Peter but he couldnt imagine any man willing to walk away from her either.
“I wont lose you” she says sitting back up to look at him placing her hand on his cheek. “We come as a pair”
“Are you sure?”
He grabs her leg and pulls her body onto him, he wants her close now feeling suddenly possessive.
“I'm sure. Dont you trust me?”
“I just dont think id be willing to share you if id got you first”
She laughs but it stings. She had often wondered if they’d be like this if he was single when they met. Would they be enough for each other? She tried to push the thought away, she never liked to think of ‘what ifs’ when he was around. In the beginning it had caused many rows but now here she was feeling the same way, loving two men as he loved two women.
Sensing he had said something stupid he pulls her down into a kiss, instantly he could feel his body stirring at the taste of her. No matter how much time they spend together the attraction never dulls. So many times they’d been here on this sofa, late back to work after needing to be together.
“I want you now,” he growls as he starts to unbutton her shirt, she moves back to give him room and starts to unbutton his. They savor undressing each other, knowing this is a bittersweet moment for them both. She is getting all that she wants but at what cost?
When she lowers her now naked body onto his she cups his face pulling him up to kiss her deeply, she moans into his mouth as he fills her and she holds back the tears that threaten her at what a disaster this could end up being.
He is slow with her today, wanting to enjoy tasting her as he slowly thrust into her. He bites down a little too hard on her neck and across her breasts but she doesn't complain, she knows he is marking her and she’s ok with it. She might just have to stay away from Peter for a few nights but it's worth it.
He takes hold of her left hand and she feels the ring slip off.
“One more time. One more time of you being mine”.
She nods her head agreeing, she was surprised the ring meant so much to him but it made her heart swell that he was clearly affected by this much more than he would ever let on.
“I’ll always be yours” she assures him, pressing a deep kiss on his lips again to reassure him.
“Tell me again” he moans a few moments later as he can feel her walls tighten around him letting him know of her impending orgasm. “Tell me”.
“Yours” she struggles to process the words orgasm ripping through her but she wants to say them as well “Always yours”.
He grabs hold of her waist holding her in place as he thrust hard into her, losing control of his rhythm as she repeats those words. It's all he needed to hear to spill himself inside her.