Photo Credit : Twitter post of @noriegee
Hello my dears! The much-awaited homecoming of our baby girl to the waiting arms of baby boy is now here in this chapter. I hope I did justice to this homecoming, making them both happy after the grueling days that passed.
By the way, I have to warn you that this chapter has SPG content, so if you're below 18, please stop reading right here and read something else.
And to those who look forward to seeing FicMaine and FicAlden take their relationship one step further, read on. Here's hoping you enjoy this chapter. I would love to hear your comments, I'm not really an SPG writer so this is new to me.
Enjoy :)
October 2, 2016
It's been seven days, ten hours and fifteen minutes since Alden last saw Maine, since he last hugged her, kissed her, seen her. Her trip to New York was supposedly good for three days, thus, if he did his math right, she should have been home three or four days ago. They agreed not to communicate while she was in New York, and true to that agreement, Maine never contacted him at all, nor did she post anything on her social media accounts. It was almost as though there was a news blackout on her, because even Mr. T, her management and her family did not know of her whereabouts.
To say that Maine's absence was freaking him out was an understatement. He lacked sleep, couldn't eat and had trouble focusing on the road whenever he drove due to exhaustion from work. At his dad's insistence, he used his driver all week and tried to get some sleep on the road. But each time his phone vibrated, he would awaken, his heart palpitating, hoping it was Maine. But still no word from her.
He wondered if she was with Miggy. He was dying to ask Miggy but couldn't bear to find out from him firsthand that Maine might have changed her mind and went on with Miggy to Miami. What a sad anticlimax to their last night in LA, which was full of optimism and love. Their provincial promo tours would be starting in two weeks. It would be heartbreaking if she decided to stay in the US and left him to promote their movie alone.
He surveyed his image on the mirror and decided his glam team did a stellar job hiding his pallor. There were no telltale shadows under his eyes, his all-white ensemble made him look taller and every inch a celebrity. He was ready to face the people, ironically in an event where he first saw Maine.
It was a cruel twist of fate that he was invited to grace the Candy Fair on the very same date he first saw Maine and posed for a picture with her. It was on that year too that he first inked his contract with GMA, got cast for his first afternoon teleserye, and got paired to his first love team partner Louise. So many firsts, six years ago.
"Ok ka lang ba? Masama ba pakiramdam mo?" Mama Ten asked while touching his forehead.
"Ok lang ako Ma. Wala lang ako sa mood. Mamya paglabas ok na ko, promise."
"Hindi pa rin ba tumatawag o nagtetext man lang?"
He just shook his head and felt like crying. Tangina, wag kang iiyak, he chided himself. He sometimes hated how emotional he was. But Maine has turned his heart into mush and he would kill just to know what was going on with her right now. Lord, ok na ko kahit sila na ni Miggy, he prayed, as long as she's safe and ok.
He stepped out of the tent and was ushered by bouncers to the photo booth. Despite the different setup now, he still felt the nostalgia of his first Candy Cutie experience. Unlike before, he now walked on a red carpet strip that was lined with crowd control rope barriers. Girls were shrieking and reaching for him as he passed by.
Finally he reached the photo booth, which had wedding paraphernalia as props for the Candy Cuties and girls who lined up to get their pictures taken. He was supposedly opening the Candy Fair with a ceremonial photo with a lucky girl he would pick. He stood in front of the camera setup and was approached by Stacey, one of the event organizers
"Hi Alden, ready to start the show?"
"Yep, so how do I choose who to take the photo with?"
"We'll cue you when to choose. We're starting in a few---"
Music suddenly played. It was his favorite Sam Smith song, "Stay With Me," the song he and Maine dubsmashed when she visited him at Broadway the very first time. Lord, I don't know if these are just crazy coincidences, he prayed, but please, tama na, I miss her so bad, these reminders are not helping.
All of a sudden, an all too familiar voice took over the song. An angelic female voice was singing, and Alden broke out in cold sweat. Grabe ka paps, get a grip, he told himself. He looked around, searching, wondering where the voice was coming from. Was he hallucinating? He tried to maintain his professionalism, smiling at people, trying to look calm and collected. But he was sweating, his hands were cold and clammy.
"Oh, won't you stay with me?
Cause you're all I need
This is love, it's clear to see
Darling, stay with me."
Shit. Waitaminute. That's not how the song goes.
Fuck, his heart was beating furiously, where the hell is that voice coming from?
He craned his neck looking, but he couldn't find the person singing.
The crowd in front of him parted, the lights dimmed and a single spotlight beamed on a vision in white, her slim and shapely body clad in ripped white jeans, a white jacket identical to what he was wearing, white tank top and sneakers. Her hair curled softly around her shoulders, her face wore the sweetest smile while singing.
Maine was still more than ten paces away, but he could already see that she was shaking with nerves as she sang. As the song neared its end, her tears started to fall and she walked faster, almost running, straight into his arms. Her arms wrapped around his middle, hugging him tightlty, her face buried against his neck.
People screamed and cheered at them. Phones were shoved over heads to take a video or a photo at least of the hottest couple at the moment. The Sam Smith song played again, giving time for them both to compose themselves.
Alden felt his tears fall, but he didn't care. She was back, in one piece, safe and sound. She was in his arms and by the looks of it, she missed him as bad as he missed her. He buried his head in her shoulder, drinking in the scent of berries in her hair, nuzzling his cheek against hers. His hand caressed the back of her head gently, while his other arm pulled her closer to him.
"No space between us, baby. Never again," He whispered, kissing her temple.
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They were back in the condo, both showered and dressed in more comfortable clothes. The Candy Fair was a huge success thanks to them, the photo booth never lost its long line of ladies taking their photos with the Candy Cuties. They settled on the couch, catching up on each other.
"I was actually home a day earlier. But before that, Jecker called to ask me if I would be available for the Candy Fair. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you to come full circle and be there together on the same day we met, six years ago. So I told Jecker to coordinate with Leysam everything. I was dying to call you, babe, but I also wanted to do something special for you. Did you like my surprise?"
"Yes and no," He said, kissing her throat. "Those were the longest seven days of my life, babe. I was so worried something happened to you. But how did you come in without anyone seeing you?"
"I was lucky the flights weren't full," She said, smiling. "The few fans I talked to were kind enough to listen when I told them I intended to surprise you by coming back early."
"Did you have a good talk with Miggy?" A shadow seemed to cross over his face at the mention of Miggy's name. Maine noted the dark circles under his eyes, his cheeks that looked leaner.
"You lost weight, baby," She noted sadly, caressing his chin. "Miggy tried his best to convince meto get back with him but I never relented. I thought it would be a struggle but I never budged. I knew we were over even before I arrived in New York."
"I thought I lost you for good." His hand caressed her cheek, his thumb lazily outlining her jaw.
"All I could think of was coming home to you. I ached to be with you, RJ. New York was different, it wasn't what I imagined it to be. I realized that places only become memorable because of the people you share the experience with. Without you, New York was nothing."
She moved closer to him, straddling him, her hands cupping his face. Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling. Her mouth sought his, pressing against his lips, planting feather light kisses that quickened their heartbeats. Her kiss deepened, communicating everything she wanted to say. His hands caressed her thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise when he ran the back of his hand against her bare inner thigh. His hands traveled up her thighs, squeezing her butt, pulling her closer.
"I love you RJ, so much that it hurts sometimes."
"I love you more, Maine. Never did I ever put myself out there for anyone. Only with you."
He kissed her neck, cupping her bare breast underneath her satin tank top, his thumb caressing the soft nub that pebbled under his touch. Maine gasped with pleasure, alternately biting his earlobe then sucking it to ease the pain. He shifted their positions, gently laying her on the couch, her legs still making way for his body to be nestled in between.
Her hands caressed his smooth back, pulling at his shirt which he deftly removed. His hands cupped her waist, hooking his thumbs on edge of her top. His hands traveled slowly up her torso, slowly exposing her skin till his thumbs brushed against her nipples. He caressed both, watching her buck with pleasure, her eyes closed, hips straining against his. His mouth closed over one peak, swirling his tongue around the pebbled tip, while palming the other mound. His mouth moved to the other peak, sucking and swirling, creating so many sensations Maine never knew existed. She was dizzy with pleasure, her body felt like it was being licked with hot flames.
Her hand pulled his head closer, while one of her legs wrapped around his hips, his arousal pressing against her softness. Their bodies moved writhing against each other, rubbing erotically, as hands groped for secret pleasure spots, giving and taking, indulging each other's desires. He gazed at her, the unspoken question understood and answered when she smiled her acquiescence. He slid her shorts and undies down her long legs, caressing the smooth length as he continued looking at her.
His fingers caressed her folds, gently opening to reach her core, his fingers rubbing gently up and down, in circular motion till she gasped with pleasure, shuddering, her breath hitching. She moaned softly, calling his name.
"RJ.....ohhh...I want you....please, RJ...now..."
He divested himself of his pants and boxers, took a foil pack from his pocket, and positioned himself above her. Her apex was ready for him, as he entered her slowly, sliding into her slick velvety softness, feeling her tighten around him. He moved in a slow rocking motion, pulling in and out of her, pleasuring her, encouraged by her sighs, the tightening of her hands on his shoulders. He quickened the pace, faster, and faster, till her hips moved against his in perfect sync, rising and falling, building pleasure till they could no longer contain it within, as it exploded into a myriad sensations that took them to another place.
Their breathing slowed, bodies slick with sweat, both sated, happy. He kissed her lips tenderly, gazing at her, smiling when she blushed.
"I love you, Maine."
"I love you more, RJ."
His head dipped on her neck, licking her playfully, laughing when she yelped and squirmed.
"Stop it babe, pagod na ko," She said, giggling. She pushed him playfully, grabbing a throw pillow to cover her body.
"Ano yan, hey don't cover your body. I love looking at you," He said, pulling her close. "Thanks for making me so happy babe."
She kissed his nose and smiled, then seemed deep in thought.
"RJ, may tanong lang ako sayo," She said, still thinking.
"Sige what is it?"
"Bakit may ready kang rubber in your pocket? She asked, laughing. He laughed out loud, kissing her cheek.
"After that night we almost did it, I kept some in the car, sa trunk nakatago. I got one kanina when I put my stuff in the trunk. Do you mind?"
"Haha, no. Boy scout ha."
"For you babe, laging handa."