Chapter 11

Maeve's POV

Sweat slowly tripped down my face, my legs started shaking uncontrollably as my head flew back and I screamed in agony.

"5 more seconds"

"I can't-"

"Yes you can and you will!"

And like he said, somehow I found the strength to continue but collapsed as soon as I heard. "Ok you're done."

As I laid on the matt on the floor of Michael's dance studio, the world slowly stopped spinning. A brown curly head popped into my vision. Aaron, my physiotherapist reached his hand out for me to grab, but I wasn't able to move, my muscles were too weak. I was done for the day.

"Come on!"

"Noo" I whined. "Just let me die in peace."

"You're being way too dramatic" he laughed.

As I kept focusing on my breathing, I even closed my eyes and while doing so I felt his hands on my left knee.

"How is your pain today?" he asked, knowing well enough that these exercises put me to my breaking point.

"A solid 5, thanks for that. Normally it's a 3."

"Hey, no pain, no gain!" For that comment he even earned a short laugh.

"I liked it better when you were massaging me."

"We can do that, later. But now we need to focus on your hand."

Ever since the accident I have problems with my left knee and left arm. Whereas my knee managed to get a lot better with lots of therapy, my elbow and hand's movements are still very restricted.

My fingers move slow, my grip is way more loose than on my right hand and my elbow does only bent until about 90 degrees. Last will not change until the day I die but my hand can be trained, it isn't said that it'll stay like this forever.

By know, I've learnt how to live with my deficiencies and I started to accept that I will probably never be the fastest runner, but I can run.

I will probably never be a dancer, not that I ever intended to become one, but it's good enough for dancing at home, in the kitchen or the bedroom.

I will probably never be able to play an instrument, for various reasons, one of them being my lack in sense of rhythm and the other one being the strength in my hand. But that's ok.

I can still cook, which I love to do ever since I was younger. I might need to take some more breaks but that also depends on my mood.

However, I've come a long way since the accident, I can be proud of myself. But sometimes I just feel there should be more progress.

Aaron sat down beside me as I must've drifted off in my thoughts.

"Do you remember what you told me, when we first met?" He asked as I sat up and mirrored his position. We were now sitting shoulder on shoulder, hands resting on slightly bent knees as I shook my head.

"You told me your diagnosis. And than you said and I quote 'Some day I'll be walking again, I believe it and if you don't believe it as well than we should stop right away'... I met this young woman, who was ripped out of her old life in a matter of seconds and she was fighting so hard, she did it for her family..." he looked over at me and smiled.

"You really would like her!" he added causing me to laugh.

"You've accomplished so much, look at you! You can do anything that you want! The only thing is that you have to do it in your own pace and find your way to do so, what's wrong with that?"

His words made me think. He was right. I needed to change my thinking if I want to make it any further. I CAN do anything that I want to.

"Come on now! A few more exercises and then I'll let you be!"

*****

After therapy, I quickly prepared dinner. For those occasions I was too tired to cook something fresh, I always keep precooked meals in the freezer that just needed to be heated.

So by the time Anna returned with Nicolas, dinner was ready.

"Hey little man, how was it? Did you have fun?" he came immediately running to me and although my muscles were weak I had enough strength left to catch him.

"We had such a great time at the park! There were so many kids today, Nicolas loved chasing after them older kids, he'll sleep well tonight" Anna told me.

"Oh I hope so" I smiled at her. "Tomorrow I'll need you in the morning, I have an appointment and I don't want to bring Nicolas along."

"Ok, I'll be there for breakfast then?"

"Perfect, bring your appetite!"

"Oh I will, are you by any chance making banana bread? I've been dreaming of it since the last time" it looked like she was about to start drooling.

"You'll have to wait and see" I giggled.

*****

As I entered our bedroomq after it took me only half a book and some kisses for Nicolas to fall asleep, I finally had the chance to take a well needed shower.

On my way to the bathroom I grabbed one of Michael's flannels that hung over the chair and some underwear for me to change into.

The scar on my lower stomach caught my attention and I let my finger slowly glide over it as I stared at my naked self in the mirror. Although it's healed, it's still very much noticeable since it's a contrast to my light skin. Just like the rest of them.

Michael doesn't care about these scars and whenever he sees one, he kisses it.

The memory of my husband loving my body just the way it is, made me smile. He makes me feel so good about myself and I can only return the favor by telling him how beautiful he is as much as I can.

After the shower I got changed into his flannel that luckily still had his scent. It was already dark outside and although I was exhausted, I needed to stay awake for when Michael calls.

So to entertain myself I decided to make myself comfortable on the couch in the living room and watch a movie. I had some snacks and a blanket covering me, the telephone placed next to me, ready for whenever Michael was.

About halfway through the film it started ringing and I was eager to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Maeve, hey, how are you?"

"I'm sorry, who is this?" I teased only to be rewarded with a soft giggle at the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry, I haven't called earlier, It's been a stressful day."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really, I want to hear about your day instead!"

So I told him all about my rather boring day, boring in comparison to his. But that's the thing, to him my every day doesn't seem to be boring at all. He love to hear about what we were up to.

"... and then I took a shower. Right now, I am watching a movie."

"I would love to watch a movie with you right now."

"I miss you, too" I admitted.

"I miss you more" he said in his natural deep voice.

"No... I'm wearing one of your flannels, just to smell your scent."

"What flannel?" he asked.

"The one you wore the day you left."

"And... what are you wearing underneath?" I heard his breathing become heavier.

"Nothing but my black panties..."

As I waited for his response I started biting my lip trying to contain my excitement.

"No bra?"

"No" I told him innocently. By now the movie was all forgotten, all I concentrated on was Michael's voice.

"Can you unbutton the flannel for me?"

With my right hand I started undoing each button and as I did so, I counted out loud, for Michael to hear.

"And 7... it's open" I let him know.

"Now, Maeve can you do me a favor?" he asked but before I could answer, already knowing where this is going, a whimper accidentally left my mouth. Michael took it as a yes.

"I want you to touch yourself, baby. Can you do this for me?"

"What do you want me to do, Michael?"

While I waited for his response, I imagined him smirking at the other end, being well aware of the power he had over me. "I want you to glide your hand down your body slowly and reach into your panties. Imagine it being my hand."

I did as told and let my hand move down my body, over my chest, stomach until I reached the hem of my underwear, I hooked my fingers underneath.

"And now?" I breathed into the telephone receiver.

"Tell me, baby, what does it feel like?"

"It's wet... wet and warm."

"Is it wet because of me?" he wanted to know.

"Yes" I spoke in a low voice. "Only because of you!"

"Imagine my fingers slowly tracing up and down your slit."

My fingers followed his description, my eyes closed, it felt good.

"And while I do so, you're legs would spread little by little, guaranteeing my fingers better access."

Again I followed his voice and with each time my fingers traveled up and down my slit, my legs spread a little more, giving myself little by little more access to my throbbing core.

"Michael?" a moan left my mouth. "I'm soaking..."

In a moment of silence all I heard was a gulp followed by heavy breaths.

"Good" he finally said.

His reaction made me smirk, knowing the imagination of me being this ready for him could have such an effect on him.

"When you start rubbing your clitoris I want to hear your sweet voice."

Jared's POV

Through the window, I watched Maeve laying on the couch. Unfortunately, I didn't have a clear view of her since she's at an angle that doesn't allow me to see her perfectly.

Moving a little further to the house, I found a window that offered a better view of Maeve, laying on the couch with the only light in the room coming from the television, that she didn't seem to be very interested in.

However, I could see that she was busy with something else. I needed to take a double look to be sure I was seeing correct. She was pleasuring herself and at first I was excited to be a witness but then I noticed she has the receiver of the telephone pressed to her ear, meaning she gets all her instructions from Michael.

Nevertheless I stayed and watched while Maeve had one of her hands massaging one of her breasts while the other one was working on her inside her panties.

The flannel that hung open on each side of her body was one of Michael's and a frown nearly instantly appeared on my face as I remembered him wearing it for our morning meeting the day he left.

My head shook lightly, trying to push the thoughts of Michael away, instead I should enjoy the given picture of Maeve, who seemed to be nearing her climax.

When she arched her back, she turned her head, so her beautiful face finally came into my view. With her mouth slightly opened, I imagined her moaning softly while feeling her own finger move inside of her.

Her eyes were closed as she was reaching her peak and stretched her neck while pleasure surrounded her. Her fingers started to decrease their speed as she rode out her own climax.

A soft smile covered her lips while she was catching her breath when she suddenly started laughing, probably about something that Michael said.

By now she has removed her hands from her body, the phone was still pressed between her shoulder and ear while she slowly got up from the couch.

My eyes stayed at her, the flannel still hung open as she switched the lights on and walked over to the window, staring out at the darkness.

For a moment I was scared that she might've seen me but since I'm hidden, surrounded of complete darkness, this was impossible.

Maeve, however, loves the night, I've learnt that. She'd find comfort in the moon and stars.

Standing with the phone pressed to her ear she started unbuttoning the flannel, to my dismay. About half way through she continued with only one of her hands. She was quick and I was surprised to see her buttoning this fast with only one hand. And then I remembered, she can't bend her other arm this far, that's probably also the reason the fingers on her right arm are this quick, they have to compensate for her weakness.

Over the time I spent here at Neverland, I learned more about Maeve and everything she went through which only showed me how strong she truly was because you could barely notice her disabilities if you didn't know about them beforehand. Despite all her weaknesses, she's perfect.