Proving Her Love

With all the time he'd had to think about it, Isaac still didn't feel properly prepared.

As he stood next to Kyrie in the guest room they so often shared, he just couldn't seem to formulate any words. Isaac had spent all afternoon trying to figure out what he wanted to say to her and now that he was here all of those 'scripts' flew right out the window. Funnily enough, it made him think about when he'd first confessed to Kyrie in the first place. He wasn't as upset about what Kyrie had done anymore, or at least, he was trying not to be; Vivian's suggestion to not think about it was much harder than it seemed, and now that he was with Kyrie it wasn't really an option considering that would be a big point of conversation here. Isaac wanted to really explore why Kyrie had done what she'd done. At the same time though, he didn't want to know: he knew it was going to make him feel inadequate and jealous, neither of which would really be productive or useful right now.

Kyrie was equally tongue-tied, perhaps even more than Isaac was. She wracked her brain for something to say to him, and yet she was continually paralyzed by the fear that she'd say the wrong thing. Should she try and give him a more complete explanation completely unbidden? Should she avoid the subject entirely and simply talk to him like she usually might? Or should she apologize again for what she'd done? He had told her that morning that he still loved her, yet would he still appreciate her touch? Even after knowing that she'd also touched Renard?

Biting at her bottom lip, it wasn't words that ultimately won out for her, it was action. Feeling like reaching out to touch him would be the best way to break this silence, she moved forward in a rather cathartic rush. Wrapping her arms around him, she nestled her body up against his as she clung tightly. This action caused a wave of relief to course through her body and she let out a contented but shaky sigh from how right this all felt. Actions were definitely more powerful than words in this case.

When she did this, Isaac at first tensed up a little, but then the swell of love hit him and he was soon returning her hug, holding her close as he breathed in her scent. It really was amazing how easily the hesitation and worry melted away in his mind as he held her, and he couldn't help but wonder why he had even been having such a hard time finding words in the first place. Kyrie had always been the easiest person for him to talk to and this time shouldn't be any different. Telling his brain to stop fretting, he decided that this evening would be a time for more impulse and emotion. It was the only way that he'd be able to get through the subjects he wanted without getting too bent out of shape about them. So with that thought, his lips loosened, and some words slipped out.

"I've missed this..."

Kyrie clenched her eyes shut to keep from crying as her grip on him tightened: it was just so reassuring to hear that Isaac felt the same way that she felt! It was the way that she'd always hoped but never expected that he'd respond to this whole thing...

"I know... It's hardly been a day but I..."

Kyrie couldn't finish her sentence because she was quickly getting overcome with emotion, but Isaac still knew exactly what she was trying to say. Slowly guiding her face away from his torso, he got her to look up at him and she could only barely make out his features in the gloom of the room. Still, what she could see was completely full of affection for her.

"But your heart longs for me, and you can't help but feel my absence all the more strongly."

Kyrie made a sound of affirmation while she nodded and Isaac couldn't help the love that rushed through him for the woman in his arms. It really couldn't be a lie then, that Kyrie loved him and longed for him just as he did, and he soon leaned in to give her a soft kiss that Kyrie eagerly returned. Even though Renard had likely done something very similar to Kyrie, that thought didn't even really cross Isaac's brain as his lips tangled with hers.

As the kiss broke, thoughts of Kyrie with Renard came sneaking back into his mind and Isaac knew that these thoughts would only begin to silence after questioning her about it. Well, maybe not silence, but they might be easier to ignore if he knew the answers to them. That way he wouldn't have to spend ages pondering the question of why.

In an effort to make them more comfortable, he gently led Kyrie to the bed so that they could both sit down. Kyrie carefully crawled into the bed next to him, because underneath their standard nightgown she was actually wearing that lingerie that Vivian had made for her. Isaac had enjoyed it so much the first time she'd worn it, and since tonight was the night that they'd try for reconciliation she felt like she wanted all the cards in her corner. If things didn't turn towards sex and they just fell asleep together then that was perfectly fine, the lingerie was just in case it'd be useful: she didn't want to reveal it's existence beforehand.

Isaac kept a reassuring hand wrapped around her waist, and Kyrie leaned her head up against him as he slowly stroked his fingers through her hair. He was trying his best to keep this whole thing peaceful and reassuring, but he wished he could guarantee that the upcoming questions would keep his demeanor like that. He couldn't just not ask them either: it would feel even worse to continually wonder about Kyrie's time with Renard on his own. If that was the case he could inflate things, make them up to be worse than they actually were, and it would creep into his thoughts every time he had free time... It was so much better to get them all out of the way first rather than have them keep creeping back as monstrous shadows.

Keeping his tone carefully not accusatory, he then spoke.

"Why Renard, Kyrie?"

Kyrie flinched from this question, but soon she was closing her eyes with a soft sigh. This wasn't a question of why she'd slept with Renard in the first place, it was a question of why she didn't want to just cut off her relationship with him. That was really... A harder question to answer. She'd tried explaining it to Vivian, but she wasn't sure that she was really able to convey it properly or fully. Vivian had ultimately been satisfied with what she'd blundered together and shown her, but somehow Kyrie felt like Isaac wouldn't be satisfied with just that. For him she felt like she needed to put some serious thought into how she was going to say this.

"Because... Because he pushes me. He pulls me out of my comfort zone and exposes me to new things that I never would've thought of on my own, and through that I feel like I'm both learning and growing."

"Do you not... feel like you're learning and growing with me?"

The hurt in Isaac's voice sent a ping of pain through her, and she turned her body in a panic. Pressing herself up against him in an almost comforting manner, she brought a hand up to his cheek.

"N-no! It's not like that... It's in... It's in radically different contexts. With Renard I feel like my creativity is blossoming, but with you it's... It's more a process of learning about you and growing with you through mutual love and understanding. I don't... I don't feel like I'm not growing with you, it's just that Renard focuses on very different aspects of me than you do."

"... You don't think I could help your creativity at all?"

Once again, the sheer amount of pain in Isaac's voice caused Kyrie's heart to wrench, and her own expression softened with a mixture of sympathy and her own pain.

"It's not... It's not that you don't help my creativity at all... I come up with things to draw because of you sometimes, and I know you want me to flourish, and encourage me to work with what I'm passionate about but... But Isaac... You've never done something like drawing. I love to hear your input and I love showing my drawings to you, but there's only so much you can say without truly knowing what's it's like to try and craft an image of some kind with your own hands. So you... You can support me extremely well, and I'm always happy to know that you have my back, but I think you might be hard pressed to help me explore my capabilities."

He hated to admit it but she was right. Isaac would love to believe that he was the only person that Kyrie would ever want or need, but the fact of the matter was that he didn't have any sensibilities for the more artistic side of things. Renard had tried to get him to try designing bits of the garden before, but the only thing Isaac had been able to do was make a fairly symmetrical pattern that had made Renard truly exasperated with Isaac's lack of imagination. Isaac was good at following instructions and figuring out how things were put together, but making them beautiful was another matter entirely. Isaac had quickly realized that the whole practice was irritating to him more than helping him break out with some inner artistry so in the end Isaac had been relegated to just the busywork. This was perfectly agreeable to him but it did mean that he really couldn't help Kyrie in this matter.

As he thought about all of this though, he had to admit that it wasn't necessarily Kyrie's interaction with Renard that Isaac disapproved of: it was the fact that they had sex together. All of these things that Kyrie was mentioning shouldn't need to include sex, and yet she had expressly said that she didn't even know how often she'd had sex with Renard.

Isaac's silence stretched on for so long that Kyrie had reached up with her other hand to gently frame his face. Trying to see past the darkness to discern what he was thinking, she also tried to subtly trace his features with her fingers to get more of a read on his emotions. All indications were that he was perfectly neutral, but this long silence made her think that it was something worse than neutrality. She opened her mouth, thinking that maybe she should say something, but really... What could she say? She didn't know what Isaac was thinking at this moment, and without knowing that how could she even begin to try and address what had him so taciturn?

Thankfully, Isaac did break the silence, but it was with a question that wasn't any easier than the last.

"Why do any of your interactions with Renard include sex though? What you've told me about why you want your relationship with Renard to continue doesn't sound like it needs sex. And really, Kyrie, that's the big thing that I find so awful about all of this. I don't... I don't mind if you're friends with Renard, but having sex with him... … I thought that was something that should only be shared with the one you love, and I thought that you felt that way too."

"I-I... I did feel that way..."

"Did?"

Kyrie bit her bottom lip as Isaac pushed her on this, and she couldn't help thinking that this was another question that Vivian had asked her as well. It was easy for her to say why it had included sex the first time: Renard had forced her, end of story. Yet... She had let him take her so many more times than that... She may have been forced the first time, but she certainly hadn't the next dozen times.

… So why did her relationship with Renard include sex?

She lowered her head as she really tried to think about this: she had been ashamed at first because she had enjoyed the sex that she'd had with Renard even though her entire mentality before then was that she should only ever enjoy sex with the one that she loved, namely Isaac. Yet her body had reacted to Renard's! Perhaps it was because it was somehow thrilling to be so vulnerable and exposed? Her relationship with Renard had been founded on the discovery of secrets and it was in exploring those secrets that the two of them had gotten a stronger bond. If that was the case, maybe it was that the sex she had with Renard had become so closely tied with getting her to explore that it felt wrong to continue without it? It felt like without the sex, she wouldn't be as willing to let herself out of her shell.

… How could she possibly say that to Isaac though?

He had been patient the entire time that her mind struggled with this, and when she looked up at him again he shifted a little in acknowledgment of her. He was still eagerly awaiting her answer, well, perhaps eager was the wrong word, it more looked like he was steeling himself for absolutely terrible news, but news that he just had to hear. As a result, Kyrie's lips trembled a little as she opened them.

"I did... I thought that sex was only something that I should share with you but... But sex is when I... I don't really know how to explain it... When I'm most open to suggestion? I know that... I know that sounds horrible, but I feel like if Renard was to try and get me to expand my horizons without sex it wouldn't... It wouldn't progress nearly as well."

She could feel heat rising to her face to even be talking about this at all, but that embarrassment was dwarfed by the concern she felt at feeling Isaac droop in her hands. It was like more nails in the coffin to Isaac. He had hoped that maybe she would have an argument that he'd be able to refute, one that he'd be able to compensate for, because if he could at least get her to stop having sex with Renard then that would help a whole lot with his own comfort on the situation. Unfortunately that just wasn't an option. Deep down he knew that things were going to turn out this way, with him being completely unable to cut Renard out of the picture, but he had hoped... Vainly, it would seem.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he dug his fingers into her hair along the sides of her head, and she let out a soft sound from that.

"I just... I wish so badly that I could be the only one... That I could provide you with everything that you would ever want."

His eyes clenched shut at as he said this, and Kyrie looked at his face with an expression scrunched up in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Isaac--"

"Don't apologize. I know it's unrealistic of me to think that I could be fulfilling to you in every way, and I believe you when you say that even though you have this thing with Renard you still love and cherish me. It's... It's entirely selfish on my part to want even more than that."

Once again, Kyrie could feel her eyes tearing up a bit, and she blinked furiously before moving her arms to wrap around Isaac's neck in a tight hug. Nuzzling her face up against his, she spoke softly, though her voice was full of emotion.

"I love you, Isaac. I love you so much. You... Even after what Renard and I have done you still... You still want me to be happy. I... I don't know what I'd do without you."

Isaac's own eyes teared up to hear this from the love of his life, and even though he felt a bit hopeless in trying to turn Kyrie's body away from Renard, he could at least feel satisfied knowing that this love for him still burned bright.

Unable to resist this wealth of emotion, he leaned in to take her lips in another passionate kiss. A harsh tremble coursed through her spine and she pressed her body into his, longing for more of this love, more of this reaffirmation of his affection to her. It felt so good to have him close again; it felt like it had been so much longer than the few days she'd been without him, and now that she had him again she was practically drowning in ecstasy.

When he pulled away from the kiss, the two of them were breathing hard, and Kyrie looked up at him with half-lidded eyes before he tilted her head slightly to kiss her cheek.

"Then let me feel it, Kyrie. I want to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that your love for me has not wavered."

On one hand, her mind flit with both nervousness and shyness: Isaac was challenging her to show him more tangible evidence of her love, and if she didn't do it right then was she potentially at risk for losing him? … This worry was actually a small part of her mind though, because the biggest part of it was eager to show him just how deep her love ran. She knew that her love for Isaac was strong, all she had to do was exactly what her body wanted to do with him to show him just how much he meant to her. Before, she might've been too shy to act on this, but her encounters with Renard had made her more willing to listen to the wants of her body.

With only slightly trembling hands, Kyrie's hands moved to once again frame his face, and she leaned in for another kiss. This wasn't a burning and sexy kiss though, it was a persistent and pleasurable one. Leaning heavier and heavier on him as the kiss continued, Isaac soon realized that she was guiding him down, and he let himself sink until he was laying on the bed with Kyrie straddling him. Both of his hands settled in on her hips as she did this, and she continued her kiss until both parties got lost in that haze of contentment and desire.

Briefly breaking the kiss, Kyrie sat up and rather smoothly pulled her nightgown up and over her head to toss it to the side. Even in the gloom Isaac could see that this hadn't left her completely naked, and when his hands returned to her hips he recognized that silky feeling. His eyes widened in a bit of surprise to realize this was her lingerie again, but there was also a bit of pain as a thought occured to him.

"Kyrie, you… This isn't something you've ever done with Renard, is it?"

"No! No of course not."

Here Kyrie leaned over him, her breasts tantalizingly close to his face as she moved down to kiss his head.

"This lingerie is for you, Isaac. You're the only one who has ever seen it and that will continue for as long as it exists."

Once again tears could be felt stinging the edges of his eyes: Kyrie had put this on specifically to make him happy, to try and pleasure him, and it felt good to know that she still thought of him like this. Pulling her in for a crushing kiss in an attempt to hide his own tears, Kyrie matched his passion, her soft body pressing hard against him and causing him to let out moans into the kiss as she moved.

So lost in this consuming passion was Isaac that he hardly noticed when he began to lose clothing. She guided his hands to explore her body a bit more, and while he did this, she got to work on his clothing. His hands moved up to squeeze at her lace covered breasts, and while his hands reveled in the soft feeling of her skin mixed with the high quality fabric, she was sliding his own shirt down his arms until he broke contact with her long enough for her to slide his shirt off entirely.

Once again guiding his hands, she brought them slowly to her backside so that her hands could slowly run up his torso, tracing the muscles and bones as she quietly explored his body. His hands gripped the yielding flesh of her ass tight and he leaned up towards her to suck at a spot on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a bright red mark there. He continued to lick, kiss and suck his way along her shoulder, until numerous bright red marks became emblazoned on her. Kyrie moaned softly as he did this and her hips pressed into him until they could both feel Isaac getting hard beneath her.

As he leaned in for yet another kiss to her lips, she let out a soft appreciative noise that was soon being echoed in Isaac as low hums. Her hands were soothingly running along his chest, sending waves of comfort rolling through him laced with that subtle arousal. His eyes closed as she moved along his body, and his hands still held her tight as he got lost in the feeling of Kyrie. She was so eager to touch, so eager to have him again... The woman who was usually so shy was doing her best to show just how much Isaac meant to her, and it was certainly coming across loud and clear.

Her touches began to get lower and lower on him as her whole body slowly slid down, and Isaac realized with a spike of arousal that she was going down on him. She had done it before, but it had always been done with subtle prompting from Isaac. He hadn't prompted her at all this time, though, this time she was doing this of her own accord. She was giving him feather light kisses along every bit of exposed skin on her way down, and he could feel so clearly just how much she didn't want to lose him, and he knew then and there that she never would.

Letting his hands dig into her hair as she went further down on his body, soon she was getting his sex out of the rest of his clothes, releasing his prominent erection for her to see. When one of her hands went to wrap around his penis he let out a soft moan as she accompanied that with a soft kiss along his length as well. Her hand lightly teased him, almost experimentally massaging and squeezing while her kisses moved up to the tip. His hands had been progressively tightening their hold on her as she stimulated him like this, and it wasn't long before Isaac was letting out a moan as he felt himself sink in to the warm embrace of her mouth.

She let out her own moan of satisfaction when she heard his pleasure and she only hoped that he could feel just how much she loved him. Eager to get more sounds from her lover, she began to bob up and down on his sex, her other hand moving up to massage his balls in a way that made Isaac moan more, his hips beginning to move now as Kyrie moved on him.

He loved this woman. This woman who cared about him. This woman who brightened his days. This woman who put on embarrassing clothing because she knew he'd like it. This woman who pushed past her own insecurities to reassure Isaac of her ever constant affection... She was the most beautiful thing he could ever ask for.

Overwhelmed by this thought, his hips began to move a bit more, and she let out a soft sound of surprise but otherwise worked to match his pace. Her hands moved faster and harder against him while her mouth accommodated his new pace, her tongue even venturing a little to further pleasure him.

He could feel his orgasm quickly coming, and he tapped at her in a rather urgent way to let her know so that she didn't have to take it in her mouth, but she remained exactly where she was. The mere realization that she was going to take him so completely easily tipped him over the edge, and he let out a loud moan, holding her close up against himself as he came. She let out a soft sound as his warm cum hit the back of her throat, but she'd been ready for it, and instead of immediately pulling away she kept him in her mouth, lightly massaging his shrinking sex as her tongue continued to stimulate him.

Unable to take anymore of the teasing while he was so sensitive, he pulled himself out of Kyrie's mouth with a shudder. Expecting her to find something to spit his cum out into, his hands loosened on her head to make it easier for her to move, but much to his surprise, she stayed right where she was, her head resting now against his thigh as she breathed heavily. Well... There was no rush, he supposed.

Lightly massaging her scalp, she let out a happy sound before closing her eyes. By this time her mouth had flooded itself so much with saliva that the taste of Isaac's cum was heavily diluted, and she wondered if she would actually be able to swallow it. Honestly... It didn't taste pleasant, but... but it just felt right to do here. She couldn't quite explain it, but the desire to swallow his cum was so strong that she forced herself past her discomfort and swallowed hard.

It was hard not to hear what Kyrie was doing, and the motions on her scalp stopped as his eyes widened in both surprise and utter love for the woman resting up against him. She really hadn't needed to do that... There was no reason why she couldn't just spit it out, he would hardly be offended. But... But she'd swallowed it instead.

Pulling her up now, she let out a soft sound of surprise before Isaac captured her lips in a crushing kiss. She felt almost embarrassed as he did this, but he held her fast to him and soon she was practically melting into him. Even though they weren't joined up at the moment, he felt more combined with her now than he ever had before. He supposed that was maybe the only good thing about this whole sordid affair: the fact that she didn't just sleep with him made him appreciate the love and affection that she showed him all the more. This was all his and his alone, and he loved that fact.

Unable to take the passive role in this any longer, as they kissed, Isaac eased her underwear off her body. The fabric felt so nice that Isaac was reluctant to take the dress off entirely, but he wanted to feel Kyrie's sensitive parts directly. To that end, he slid her arms through the straps so that he could push the dress down below her breasts, exposing her pert nipples to the night air. He could feel the heat from her cheeks as he did this, and once he'd pushed the dress just enough to expose her breasts he rolled her over so that her body was splayed beneath him. She looked up at him with those shy but sexy eyes of hers, and he couldn't resist moving in for yet another kiss. She hadn't even been thinking of her own pleasure when she had pleasured him, and Isaac, having been very convinced of her love, longed to bring her to release as well. The mere thought of that was causing his sex to wake up from its stupor.

Easing himself down on top of her, Isaac let out a soft moan the moment that his rising sex touched against Kyrie's now exposed sex. This moan was echoed by the woman beneath him, and this easily was able to get his erection ready to go again. She wrapped her arms around him then, linking her hands behind his back while her legs tightened around him as well; they both seemed to be equally trying their best to get as much skin touching the other as Isaac ground his length against her moist folds. The sheer amount of moisture he felt from her made him groan a little louder, and he couldn't help pushing his hips into hers harder.

With each thrust of his hips, he was getting closer and closer to actually being inside of her, and as Kyrie's anticipation built around this so too did her voice. Her moans were getting louder, almost more insistent, and this only spurred Isaac on more. His pace was steadily getting faster, nothing too fast, but always incredibly consistent. It was as if he was a machine, unaffected by the pleasured moans that both he and his lover were emitting. Soon though, one of these thrusts smoothly slid himself inside of her.

The woman in his arms gifted him with a loud cry of pleasure, and while a shudder of desire and a moan were emitted from Isaac, he continued with his motions, not even pausing for a second. In fact, the only difference made was that he began to speed up a bit. Now that he was pushing in and out of the wetness of Kyrie's sex instead of just grinding against her, soft slaps could be heard with each impact of flesh, and he closed his eyes as he thrust deeper into his lover. His hands lovingly caressed her soft breasts despite the fact that their bodies were so close, and he could feel her body writhing with pleasure all the more against him.

A couple hard thrusts more and her body began to tense up and Isaac could feel a harsh tremor running through his body as he also got close to another orgasm. Their sounds combined into one deeply pleasured moan, but instead of just wanting to stay deep inside of her, Isaac was hit with a strong urge to do something that he'd never actually done before to Kyrie. She had taken him in her mouth now, and she had taken him with her sex many a times, but there was one thing she'd never had and he wanted to know if she'd take that just as well. He'd already decided that today was a day of impulse and emotion so he didn't even try to resist the sudden urge that he had. Thrusting hard a few more times into her, as he brought her to her orgasm he was brought to his own pretty much at the same time. Before he had spilled much inside of her though, he pulled out and angled his penis over her torso. Her moan quickly got cut off by a gasp as she felt his cum splash all over her bundled lingerie and breasts, even going so far up as to hit at her neck a little. The smell of sex was all the more prominent now that it was on her instead of inside of her, and she could feel herself blushing to know that his seed was not only inside of her but also on top of her. It felt... Well it felt weirdly intimate to have him cum on her like this and she couldn't quite explain why.

One of Isaac's hands rather lovingly touched down exactly where she felt the stickiest, and Kyrie let out another gasp with a harsh shudder to be touched so intimately so soon after an orgasm. Isaac's hand slid up her body, pushing his cum around and leaving a more obvious trail of it up her chest and even her neck before teasing her mouth with a finger. Kyrie's body trembled, her nerves still on fire from their recent high and as Isaac parted her lips just enough to insert the tip of one finger, he leaned in close.

Nuzzling the side of her face, he breathed in deep: she was so damn beautiful, everything about the woman in his arms was absolutely perfect. She may have slept with another man, but perhaps that was even more of a testament to how perfect she was: not even other men could resist her. Needless to say, she had proven her love to Isaac with flying colors, and he softly kissed her cheek.

"... Promise me that you'll never leave me, Kyrie."

Even through her trembling and still aroused body, she mustered the strength to pull him in for a hug. Nuzzling him as well, she kissed the side of his face.

"I promise, Isaac. I will never leave you so long as you still want me..."

"Well I will always want you."

With that said they shared another kiss, the two of them finally feeling like their relationship was beginning to mend instead of continue to fray as it had been before.

It felt good. It felt damn good, and it was going to continue feeling good for a while longer.