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TITLE: Romance and Candles CHARACTER(S): Danielle Panabaker and Grant Gustin @theflashgrant SETTING: Vancouver, BC Canada on Jan 26th CONTENT RATING: NC - 17 SUMMARY: Danielle plans a date for her and Grant on the evening that marks them 7 months married

Danielle came home from work after a short day on set. She only had to film a couple of scenes in the cortex so it wasn’t that much to be done. It gave her enough time to figure out what she was going to make for her anniversary dinner with her husband and to settle everything in order. Alison would be entrusted by one of their amazing friends and Jesse had made sure that she would be able to pick up the little girl later on that night and the dogs were going to be taken care of by their walker who would bring them back around the next morning. It had been seven months since she and Grant got married and celebrating it tonight seemed in the cards. So, with everything and everyone out of the apartment, she settled herself to get to work. Something simple would be made to eat, but the setup in the living room was anything but. All of the lights were out sans a bunch of candles she lit and placed all over the room to light everything up, and a picnic would be set up on the floor for both of them. Even a small cake for dessert was on top of the coffee table for them to eat her. Once Danielle was done, she brought her phone to her hands and called her husband. “Hi”, she spoke into the phone. “How long are you going to be?”

Grant was going about his day on set normally like he always would, glad that it was almost the end of the week. He was feeling tired from all the hours they worked and he was glad that they'd have the weekend to celebrate Alison turning six months and just getting some family time. He hadn't seen his wife in a while and he figured that meant she had a short day, something he was envious of. He was finishing up one of his scenes when his phone rang, seeing that it was his wife herself. "Hey," he greeted. "Um...I don't know. I have one more scene to do so probably another hour or so. Why?" He asked her curiously. "Are you home?" He added as he made his way back into his trailer. Once he finished talking to Danielle, he got ready for his last scene of the day and made his way towards set to get that done as soon as he could. Now that he knew Danielle was home, he just wanted to get done so that he could join her.

Danielle ‘s surprise was evident on her face. She didn’t realize she had finished setting everything up so early. “Oh”, she started out and stood up, turning on the lights in the living room and blowing the candles out so she wouldn’t burn them out. She even let out some nervous giggles in order to hide what she was doing. “I am. I’m just about done getting dinner ready, but I can slow down and wait until you get home”, she started out to speak, but her words trailed off as her eyes went to look at dinner. In her haste, she probably should have said something to Grant about tonight and she scolded herself for not remembering to. But she could always keep everything warm in the oven. “You’re going to be an hour? That’s okay. I’ll see you when you get home then”, she said before she hung up the phone. About a few moments later, she started on her actions again, this time pouring herself a glass of wine as she finished lighting up the last candle in order to celebrate.

Grant was confused as to why Danielle was being so weird and short, not telling him why she wanted to know when he was home. "Alright then," he said, hanging up the phone and going about the rest of his work day. He was already somewhat annoyed and bothered by the fact that Robbie was back and he and Danielle were posting all sorts of pictures and talking about it. Trying to ignore it, Grant just did his thing and when it was time to go home, he met with his driver and got in the car. He texted Danielle to tell her that he was on his way home and once he got home, he thanked the driver and started making his way inside their apartment. Grant had no idea where Danielle was but found it weird that the lights were off, only until he reached the living room and saw candles and what looked like a fancy dinner being made. "What's all this?" He asked in a confusing tone.

Danielle didn’t miss the tone that her husband had given her and she winced at it. okay, maybe it would have been better to tell him about what she wanted to do tonight. “It’s been seven months”, the brunette started out, taking a few steps towards her husband. Her phone was at her place on the couch and forgotten at this point, hands now together in front of her and wringing as she walked. The pause was more or less for dramatic effect and the smile on her lips—soft and never yielding for anything—still upon her rosy red lips. “Seven months since we became husband and wife and those seven months have been absolutely wonderful and amazing.” Her tone of voice didn’t match his at all. Instead, it was this soft, melodic, proud song that floated around the air and surrounding them. “I know it’s a milestone and it’s a milestone that people usually don’t celebrate, but I figured since we spent our six month anniversary on a hammock in the Caribbean.” Danielle’s words trailed off and she was now standing in front of her husband, hands on his arms as she tilted her head up to look at him. “Happy anniversary? Are you okay?”

Grant thought it was a nice gesture, what Danielle decided to do and even if they normally didn't celebrate a seven month anniversary like this, she had a point in saying that they didn't really get to celebrate their six month marriage anniversary since they were just getting to St. Martin. "Well thanks, that was nice of you to do," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat. After a weird day of being away from his wife and hearing all about her and Robbie filming together and him calling her his wife, Grant definitely wasn't in the mood to celebrate anything but he wasn't going to let it go to waste. He could tell Danielle worked hard on it and it was a nice idea. "So what did you make?" He asked, changing the subject. "And where are the dogs? Is Ali even home?" He asked, feeling like he didn't have a clue about anything going on right now.

Danielle wondered what was going through Grant's mind. It wasn't the reaction that she thought that the night would get from him and it unnerved her. "Baby", she spoke out now, watching as he brought his arms to his hair which caused her hands to fall back to her side. The subject had been changed and Danielle was still so confused about everything. Hazel eyes ended up searching her husband for anything, wondering what was happening, and maybe today hadn't been ideal at best; but that was that. "Oh", she whispered out as she tried to answer all of Grant's question at once and pointed while moving her arms while talking. It was a nervous habit she had. "I made a roast. Ali is with Jesse for a good three hours so we can get some alone time, and the dogs are with the walker until tomorrow morning." There was a pause now, her tongue darting out to lick her lips and she shifted on her feet. "I can get rid of the candles and move the picnic to the dining room if this is all too much. It's too much, isn't it? It's been a long day and you probably just want to rest and I'm sorry for not thinking about what you wanted to do. I'm so sorry."

Grant listened to Danielle explain where Alison was and where the dogs were. He could tell she put some thought into this and planned the night so that it could be just the two of them without any interruptions. He shook his head when she suggested getting rid of the candles and moving the picnic to the dining room. "No, no. It's not. It's great. I really appreciate you doing all of this. I'm sorry I'm in a weird mood," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. "If it was any other night, I'd probably be way more accepting and excited about it but I just...I don't know," he said, pursing his lips. Grant knew he should be honest with Danielle about how he was feeling so he took a deep breath before speaking. "It's just weird, you know? Seeing you and Robbie acting like husband and wife. Especially now that we're married. It hits home and strikes a nerve, even if it's fake," he said to her honestly. "I don't know, I guess I just didn't expect all this once he came back to film."

Danielle looked onto Grant with a worried expression on her face. Something was bothering him and she figured out what it was, but she wouldn’t push it. She wanted Grant to tell her on her own, know that she was there for him no matter what the cost, and was going to make things better. Even so, when she heard it, she realized that it had been the same thing she had gone through just earlier with Grant and Candice for work and it was going to be hard. It was going to be hard for them both to do this; but they had to because of work. “I know what you mean”, she whispered out and took his hand, leading him towards the picnic area where they’d be able to sit down and talk about this. “And it’s okay for you to feel that way and I’m glad you’re talking about it with me. It’s hard, but you know what? We’re gonna get through this hurdle together too.” Maybe it wasn’t so much of a hurdle but just something that they just had to talk out in order to get through. “I love you. That’s why I did all of this. I tried to be romantic and surprise you with dinner and the candles because you deserve to know that I love you and I appreciate you—I even got us cake. It’s behind you.”

Grant nodded when Danielle said she knew what he meant, knowing she had similar thoughts with his own relationship on screen. It was hard and stressful and now Grant knew how she felt, even if he did earlier on when Robbie was on set more frequently except they weren't married then. He was just starting to realize his feelings for Danielle in the very beginning of that and then when they started dating, it only bothered him more and more. "I know we will. I mean there's nothing we can do about it, right? So it's just...something we'll have to talk about whenever it's bothering one of us," he shrugged. "I'm so lucky to have you and I really think it's sweet that you put this all together and I didn't know about it at all. You caught me off guard and it's a great way to spend an anniversary," he told her. "You did? We get to have cake again? Awesome," he said, smiling for the first time all night. "I'm going to have to hit the gym this weekend with all the cake we're eating," he chuckled softly.

Danielle nodded her head. She agreed with Grant wholly on this. It was just going to be something they had to talk about as a couple and as spouses. Open and honest communication was something that she prided them on having and it was best to be able to accommodate needs and feelings because of it. “Exactly. We just have to talk to each other and then we’ll figure things out together because we’re a team and I’m here to stay. I’m not going anywhere. I promise”, she whispered out and reached for his hand. Lacing their fingers together, Danielle smiled as she told Grant about the cake. Her heart lifted and warmth radiated from her when she heard Grant’s laugh and joke. Things were getting back on track and she hummed appreciatively for it. “Can I come watch”, she asked her husband, trying to be as sultry as she could with her words before she reached forward to cup his face. It commanded attention, and her thumbs brushed against his cheekbones gently. “Now, can we make the most of our night alone before Jesse drops off Alison? I never get an hour alone with you that we’re not sleeping, let alone three when we’re at home. I want to be selfish with my husband tonight and hoard him and his attention all for me.”

Grant licked his lips and nodded when Danielle said she wasn't going anywhere and they'd just figure things out together. "You're right," he whispered, squeezing her hand gently while staring into her eyes. "Of course you can watch, I'd very much like that actually," he smirked, winking at his wife. Now that things were starting to get back to normal, Grant found himself forgetting about his day on set and focusing on the rest of the night he had to spend with his wife without the dogs or their daughter around. "I think that's your best idea yet," he teased, grinning at Danielle. "We'll have to make the most out of those three hours. That's going to go by pretty quickly..." He said. "We should first enjoy this amazing meal you made because it looks awesome. And it was such a good idea to make it a picnic style," he said, finally sitting down in front of where everything was, excited to start eating.

Danielle bounced a bit and took the wine she had opened up and poured Grant a glass. “It’s going to go by quick, but that means we just have to make the most of it, you’re absolutely right”, she started out and finally handed her husband a glass of wine. The roast was simple and she had made some greens to pair it with, giving into a whole plethora of good food in front of them both. “I wanted to make it romantic”, she said as she pointed towards all of the candles that were around them now. “And I know our living room isn’t exactly the most romantic spot that we could have it, but a night in and a candlelight dinner just the two of us was exactly what I felt like we needed.” There was softness to her words now while she spoke, but her words carried so much weight. It was the truth—or the truth in which Danielle believed to be. “I just wanted tonight to be special, to make up for last month.” They were traveling all day on their official six months and really didn’t have time to celebrate each other in that sense; but she was glad that they would have that chance now. Now would be the time for Danielle to give Grant his plate, and only after did she bring her glass of wine up. “Can we toast to love tonight?”

Grant smiled softly at his wife, taking the glass of wine from her. He enjoyed having a nice piece of meat with a glass of wine and it just proved how well his wife knew him. "You're always romantic," he said, smiling at her. "It definitely works, you made it look very romantic," he told her. Once he had his plate, Grant looked up and nodded when Danielle suggested toasting to love tonight. "Absolutely. To love. Happy Anniversary, baby," he said, clinking his glass to Danielle's before taking a sip. "This all looks so good," he said, starting to eat the meat and veggies that were on his plate. It was a nice way to celebrate an anniversary, even if they actually missed the one they were celebrating a month ago. "I think we did okay, missing it last month. We were on a beautiful beach instead," he chuckled before taking another bite. He had finished rather quickly, not eating much all day and once he took the last sip of his wine, Grant sighed contently. "That was delicious. Thank you babe."

Danielle clinked glasses with her husband when they did the toast. The smile on her face still stayed close as she brought the glass to her lips to drink the wine. Now, they were able to eat in content, happy that the worst of the day was behind them. It was just them and them alone and the brunette was going to make the most of it. There was a smile on her face as she ate; nodding her head to show Grant that she was listening to him about last month and they were together. “All that traveling though”, she offered up at this rate to get him to remember just how much they had done that day alone, but glasses needed to be refilled and Danielle was going to do just that. “You’re welcome”, the brunette whispered to her husband as she poured more wine into his glass, nodding towards the cake that was sitting on top of the coffee table behind him. “Do you want to bring that over so we can dig into dessert? I think you’re going to like the flavor of the cake”, she continued knowingly. It had taken her all day to find a bakery in Vancouver that was willing to make an exact replica of their wedding cake in such a short time, but she did it. And once the cake was in front of her, Danielle cut a piece and picked it up with her hands, placing it on her husband’s lips to feed him.

Grant thanked Danielle once more when she refilled his wine glass, happily taking another sip. He enjoyed the nights that they got done with work early enough to have dinner and to have a nice glass of wine with dinner, or maybe even more than one like he was tonight. When she motioned to the cake behind him, Grant smiled and nodded immediately, never being able to resist cake. "You know I won't say no to that," he replied, getting up to bring the cake over, setting it in between them. Watching as Danielle cut a piece, he grinned when she started feeding him by guiding it to his mouth with her hands, Grant taking a bite in return. He immediately recognized the taste of it and realized what flavor she had gotten, staring at her in disbelief. "You got the flavor of our wedding cake?! How?!" He asked her, smiling and leaning forward to take another bite. "This is amazing. I haven't had anything like that since our wedding obviously. It's so nice to be tasting this flavor again."

Danielle nodded her head rapidly when Grant asked her how she had managed to get the wedding cake flavor. "That's my secret", she teased out of her husband, and let out a soft gentle giggle afterwards. She was just lucky that she was able to find a bakery in Vancouver that had bourbon vanilla as one of the flavors cakes that they made and tasting it in the shop itself had brought back memories of their wedding that she couldn't pass up. "There's a shop near Granville that has the flavor and I couldn't believe it when I found it. It's almost exactly the same, isn't it? The chocolate's missing, but at least they have the vanilla that we chose." And Grant was right. It was just a great thing to have, to remind them of such a romantic day, and she hummed when she leaned forward to her husband in order to steal a cake filled kiss. "Now it's like our wedding", Danielle laughed out again; and soon, she was done with her piece of cake and licking her fingers clean slowly and absentmindedly.

Grant listened to Danielle explain where she had gotten the cake flavor that was similar to what they had on their wedding day. "Uh oh, you shouldn't have revealed the place, now I'm going to go there all the time and get fat," he teased, licking his lips. "It's delicious, I missed the bourbon vanilla so much," he said to his wife. Smiling against her lips as she kissed him while he still had cake in his mouth, Grant chuckled and nodded. "Perfect," he whispered before leaning in to swipe his finger along the icing, putting some on Danielle's nose before leaning in to kiss it off. He continued eating the cake and occasionally putting icing on Danielle's face that he could lick off until the cake was completely gone. "I can't believe we just devoured that. Or I should say me but you had some too," he smirked, shaking his head. Standing up, Grant started bringing in all the dirty plates and glasses so that Danielle wouldn't have to, already doing enough by putting it all together. He started washing everything and cleaned up in the kitchen, wanting to get it done fast so that he still had some alone time with his wife before having to get their daughter.

Danielle giggled at her husband's antics, even going as far as to squirm away for a bit when he decided to place icing on her face; but she would always hum appreciatively when he would lick it off of her or kiss her with it. And of course, she would return every single one he had given her. The cake was gone now, the both of them eating it to the point where it all disappeared, and she was disappointed that there wasn't any more for them to have. "We'll get the cakes on special occasions so you won't be tempted", sighed Danielle; but she did give her husband a wink before helping move things into the kitchen to wash up. While he did that, the woman was able to clean up the living room enough so that they'd be able to sit on the couch now--the candles were still burning around the and the wine glasses that they both had would be refilled. "Are you going to come back when you're done", she asked of her husband, taking another sip of her glass and humming when the wine tasted sweeter because of the cake.

Grant smiled when Danielle said they'd be able to get this cake flavor on special occasions, feeling like that was a good way to settle his craving and so that it would be a special thing like their wedding was. Hearing his wife ask if he was going to come back into the living room when he was done, Grant chuckled. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna stay in here all night," he teased, shutting the water off and drying his hands. "I need to pee and then I'll be in there," he called out to Danielle, making his way into the bathroom. When he opened the door, Grant was suddenly met with two balloons hitting his face and when he saw that they were Superman balloons, Grant got so excited. "Babe! You got my balloons?! Two of them?!" He asked her, grabbing them by the string and running into the living room with them. "These are awesome! I love them!" He continued on his excitement, completely forgetting about having to pee at this point.

Danielle 's eyes widened when Grant said he was going to use the bathroom. That was where she had hidden the second part of the gift she had for him and wondered if it was the right place for it. When her husband's excitement reached her ears, maybe it was the best place for them. Placing the wine glass down, she nodded her head and clapped her hands together when he came out to the living room with them. "I'm so glad you love them", she spoke out, her tone just as excited as his was. She had been feeling so guilty about forgetting them just a few days earlier that she had to get him at least two of them that was there. "I hope they last. I know how much you wanted them. I did good on my promise, didn't I? Happy anniversary, baby." That had given her the incentive to stand up, laying her hands on his torso before tilting her head up at the balloon. "You're so much better looking than Superman."

Grant smiled and nodded. "I love them so much, I hope they last too," he said, looking up at the balloons, still holding them by the string. "You did and I knew you would. You never disappoint," he said, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he hugged her. Smiling when she placed her hands on his torso and said he was much better looking than Superman, Grant shook his head. "I don't know about that, Superman is a great looking dude," he said proudly. "But I can pretend to be him and then I'll be just as good looking," he teased, now realizing that he still had to pee. "Hold my balloons," he said before running back towards the bathroom. Once he was finished, he made his way back into the living room and smiled at Danielle who was still holding the balloons. "We have to put them somewhere safe so that the dogs don't get to them when they get back," he told his wife before joining her on the couch and grabbing his glass of wine to take a sip.

Danielle let out a laugh through her nose and took the balloons. "Silly", she had muttered under her breath as Grant walked away from her to use the bathroom. The balloons were still in her hands as she moved to sit down on the couch, looking at them properly at this point. She was studying them and looking at their details before Grant would come back and sit with her, but now she had moved so that she was practically sitting on his lap in order to get close to him. "I know what you mean. Those four would chew through a tank if you give them one", the brunette said as she handed the balloons back to him by placing the strings on his side of the couch. They weren't going anywhere, and that gave her enough momentum to wrap her arms around his neck to steady close. "There", she whispered out now, hazel eyes looking into green. "Much better."

Grant watched as Danielle sat in his lap, smiling and wrapping his arms around her gently. "I know, they can't be trusted. And if one of them pop my balloons, I might just cry," he said to his wife. Now that the balloons were by the arm of the couch, Grant was focused on his wife and the remainder time they had left together just the two of them. "I agree," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her gently. "I miss this, just having you to myself like this. We don't get to have it often. I love the dogs and of course our daughter but it's just nice to be here with you in the peace and quiet and not have to worry about anything else right now," he said softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear gently. Staring into her eyes, Grant licked his lips before leaning closer, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips against his wife's. He wasted no time kissing her passionately, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth while cupping her cheek with one hand, nibbling on her bottom lip at the same time.

Danielle agreed with her husband's sentiments. She loved her life as a mother, she really did, but there were times where she wanted a moment to herself or a moment with her husband--but then her anxiety about leaving her daughter would flare up again. She was doing better with it, and maybe that would be enough for now. Her eyes didn't leave Grant's at this point, just watching him and listening to him speak. His voice always brought out something for her--a calming factor like he would say hers did, but it was so much more. The tension at this rate because of it would flare up and her breath caught in her throat, eyes darting back and forth from keeping his gaze and staring at his lips. But once the gap was closed between them, all bets were off. Danielle returned the kiss that Grant started wholeheartedly, deepening it by running her tongue against his. She sucked at it gently, bringing her hands down to fist his shirt and tug at it without taking it off of him.

Grant let out a soft moan as he felt Danielle's tongue against his, both of them kissing each other passionately at this point. When he felt his wife tugging at his shirt, Grant moved his own hands to the hem of Danielle's so that he could start pulling it off her body. They didn't have much time and Grant wanted to make the most of it. Pulling the shirt over Danielle's head, Grant tossed it to the floor and helped her with his own shirt so that they were both shirtless. Grant kneaded one of Danielle's breasts through her bra, his thumb moving in a circular motion against the fabric. When he pulled away from the kiss to breathe, Grant started pressing light kisses to her jawline, moving towards her ear and biting on her earlobe playfully before kissing the skin underneath it. Grant pulled Danielle closer and started bucking his hips against her body, desperate for friction in between his legs as he started kissing her neck.

Danielle breathed heavily, moved quickly, and desperately craved everything that was happening. It was like it was all at once--encompassing everything and she wanted Grant more and more. Laying down on the couch now that her shirt was off, she pulled off Grant's with his help and finally they were able to continue with their actions. His hand provided pleasure and his lips upon her frame was more than enough to set her off. When he rocked his hips against hers, she did the same in return, the figure igniting within her to the point where she let out a low moan of frustration. "Oh my god", she whispered out, her bottom lip quivering in pleasure when Grant started kissing that spot near her ear. Her hands at this point raked against his side and appreciated all of the muscles that had formed on him, bringing him even closer to her. "Isn't it great we have no interruptions", Danielle mused out and tugged off Grant's belt, throwing it onto the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Grant felt a throbbing in his cock the more things got heated, hearing Danielle whisper out in pleasure which made him groan. He started sucking on her pulsepoint while kneading her breasts with both hands now, still through the fabric of her bra. "Mhm," he mumbled against her skin when she mentioned not having any interruptions. It was great that they could be making out on the couch like this and not have to worry about a dog coming around or hearing Alison make noises. Lifting his hips when Danielle tugged at his belt, Grant wasted no time taking Danielle's bra off now, sick of the barrier in between them. He then took one of her breasts into his mouth, moving his tongue in a circular motion quickly before sucking gently. Doing the same to the other, Grant's hands started moving lower and he unbuttoned her pants, trying to get them off desperately so that they could have all of their clothes out of the way.

Danielle was putty in Grant's hands at this point. Everything about their actions had proved to be lascivious in nature and god if that meant she didn't want more. Her body was on fire and all she wanted was her husband. His actions had proven time and time again that she could already be slick with want and need just by a few actions alone and this teasing was only frustrating her further. Soft mewls escaped her as his tongue moved about her body, but it was as if her hands had a mind all on its own. "Fuck", she purred out now, wanting to get some sort of action to reciprocate towards her husband and that was it. Her hands made quick work and soon she was able to palm his cock through his pants, lifting herself up to use her free hand to unbutton them. "Clothes are stupid", she whispered out to him, stealing another heated kiss afterwards. "No more clothes. Need them off."

Grant tugged on Danielle's pants so that they would be kicked off her legs, now only in her underwear which Grant would get rid of shortly after. He was still in pants and when he felt Danielle start to palm him through them, he let out a soft moan. It felt nice but he needed way more at this point, so he sighed in relief when Danielle started unbutton them. "It's like you read my mind," he said to her, smirking and nodding when she said clothes were stupid. "Agreed, totally just getting in the way here," he mumbled, kicking his pants off so that he was left in just his boxers. Hooking his fingers into Danielle's underwear, Grant tugged on them roughly and gasped softly when he realized he had ripped them completely. "Oops?" He said to his wife. "Not really sorry about it though," he murmured before capturing her lips into another heated kiss.

Danielle let out a gasp when her underwear was torn from her. Her eyes would follow it to the ground, but she returned the kiss that was given to her just the same. "That's so hot", she mumbled through the kiss, hands already going to tug down Grant's boxers now. She need all of the clothes away and though she wasn't as rough as Grant had been, she was definitely eager to have some sort of friction so that they would be able to have something--feel something. With that same sentiment, the brunette would pull away at this point, shifting her legs to be able to keep her husband in between them, and brought her hand back down between them. Lips would suck gently at Grant's jawline, but that same hand from earlier would be able to palm his cock once again, this time without the barrier of clothes hindering their pleasure. "I want you", Danielle purred out and used her free hand to bring one of Grant's down to her center. "Baby, feel. I'm so wet already", she mewled out again and this time even rocked into his hand.

Grant smirked when Danielle said it was so hot that he ripped her underwear right off her body, shrugging in response. She had taken off his boxers now and now that they were both naked, Grant was ready to give them what they both wanted. He leaned his head back in pleasure as he felt his wife's lips against his jawline, letting out a moan in pleasure. "I want you too," he breathed out, feeling Danielle grab his hand to put in between her legs to feel how wet she was. "So wet for me," he whispered, biting down on his bottom lip. That's all Grant needed to start guiding his cock into Danielle's center, the tip brushing her clit teasingly before thrusting into her. He sighed and let out a moan once he was completely inside of her, enjoying the feeling. "Much better," he said before beginning to move in and out of Danielle slowly.

Danielle moved so effortlessly at this point. They were finally connected and that had brought out a soft moan from the brunette's lips. She was reeling at this point, arching her frame and keening so perfectly at this point. All that mattered to her now was them and them alone, nothing in this world could ever compare to the feeling of her husband and her connected like this. "So much better", she agreed with him, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. But now she was begging for some friction, begging for him to continue and needed him to do so. Once they started rocking with each other, her eyes closed and her hands went up to cup his cheeks and bring his face closer to hers. The slow movement was definitely intense, building up more of that tension, and it was utterly amazing. It was like they were both savoring the moment, savoring the sensations that were there, and savoring each other. "So perfect", she whispered out again. "So fucking perfect."

Grant smiled and pursed his lips, focusing on pleasing both himself and his wife, still moving back and forth so that he was thrusting in and out of her. He started picking up his pace a little bit, this time more steady and firm each time he entered Danielle again and as he started building up to a climax, he started moaning and voicing how good it felt. "So perfect," he whispered in agreement, picking up his pace even more as he gripped the back of the couch for some support. "I love being inside of you, it always feels so good," he breathed out, reaching down to start rubbing Danielle's clit now that he was thrusting into her harder and deeper. He moaned at the feeling, a tingling sensation starting to build up in his body and he knew it wouldn't take much more to send himself over the edge. "Ah, fuck," he moaned, leaning his head back as he tried his best to keep up with his thrusts. "I'm so close, baby."

Danielle growled softly. All of the sounds that were coming out of the both of them filled the room and soon she was completely gone. All of her was encompassed by this feeling, this intensity that was rocking to her core, and god it felt utterly amazing. Even now, she was just reeling with pleasure, the actions that Grant had been giving her just honestly becoming too much and she nodded her head as he spoke. He was close, and she was determined to send him straight to that edge just has she had wanted. Immediately, her lips went to his neck and sucked at his pulse point as best as she could. Heavy breathing and her own erratic movements would prove to hinder it completely; but she managed to do it and soon enough she was more than satisfied with the mark she had left on him. However, she didn't even get a chance to voice just how amazing it had felt, how wonderful it was to be connected to him once again, before her climax hit her. It was rough and every part of her clenched and unclenched--the feeling of euphoria washing over her like a tidal wave. "Tom-my, oh my god", she let out as she came, eagerly searching for his lips to give him a heated kiss while her hips rocked intensely--both to prolong her orgasm and to goad out his.

Grant was trying to hold off the best that he could, always trying to make sure that he made Danielle come first but sometimes it was impossible to do that. This time the more he continued thrusting into her, the harder it was to hold back but he sensed that his wife was close, always noticing how her sounds got louder and more frequent when she was about to reach her climax. Feeling her muscles clench against his cock was all it took for him to come as well, practically experiencing it at the same time as his wife, hearing her moan his name which made him moan hers shortly after. "Fuck," he moaned in pleasure, bucking his hips to ride out his orgasm and so that his wife could do the same. Crashing down in pure bliss once they were both done, Grant rested back against the arm of the couch and guided Danielle's head to his chest, still inside of her for the moment so that they could prolong the nice intimacy they had going right now. "That was perfect," he murmured before kissing the top of her head gently.

Danielle rested against her husband now, letting her arms just stay besides them both and her head on his chest. It was great to have such a thing, considering it was more than hard for her to have some time alone with her husband like this. “Hmm”, she started out now as he spoke, moving her hips just a little bit and jerking since they were still connected. Sensitive to each touch, each movement, the brunette didn’t dare to jerk anywhere else; but still she stayed with her husband. “Only the best for my husband”, she whispered out quietly, turning her head to press just a soft kiss to his chest as he had done to the top of her head. Every part about that was true. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for Grant and she always wanted everything to perfection. “I’m glad we had such a calm night now. It’s the best thing about what happened. I love you and I only want what’s best for you.”

Grant smiled softly and slowly pulled out of Danielle when it got to be slightly uncomfortable, still holding her in his arms and grinning when she kissed his chest. "You're always the best," he sighed contently, running a hand through her hair now. "It was a great night. Even if it didn't start off so great, you managed to turn my mood around completely. I don't think anyone else is able to do that," he said to his wife. "I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her sweetly. Grant then looked at his watch and realized it was getting kind of late, almost Alison's bedtime and he knew that they should probably go get her from Jesse's. "We should get Alison so that we can put her to bed. I thought he was going to be watching the dogs too. It's going to be weird that they're not coming back until the morning. We don't really need the walker to be doing that kind of thing since they're usually with us all the time anyway."

Danielle let out a sigh through her nose once she was reminded of that fact. To think that Grant’s mindset was just somewhere that wasn’t the best had her completely saddened. She didn’t want him to feel like that—the jealousy that she had felt just weeks ago. it just eats and gnaw at self-esteem until it was no more. “I’m here for you, always. I just don’t want you to think that you can’t come to me because I know what you’re going through. I’d do anything to make you happy.” But for a while she paused and turned to look at the time. The three hours alone had gone by so fast and she realized that he had a point. They had to be able to pick up Alison. “I know, but four dogs and a baby is hard for one person. He’s not you, you know. You have it down to a science. You’re great with them. You’re literally a superhero.” But now Danielle had pulled away, shifting her weight and standing up properly to grab her clothes off of the floor. “I’m just going to change into some pajamas and then we can just go—“, she tried speaking, but there was a knock at the door that had interrupted her. “Or not if that’s Jesse that brought her back. Do you mind getting it”, she yelled and bolted up the stairs in order to get dressed.

Grant chuckled when Danielle said that four dogs and a baby was hard to take care of all at once. "You're right, he isn't SuperDad," he teased. "I like to think I have the hang of it now but I'm biased. And so are you. Thank you anyway though," he said, smiling at her softly. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Grant was still naked which made him back. "But I'm-," Danielle was already making her way upstairs and now Grant was rushing to put his clothes on, not even bothering to button his jeans and slipped on his t-shirt before racing to do the door. Seeing that it was in fact Jesse holding his daughter, Grant ran a hand through his disheveled hair and smiled. "Hey. Thanks for bringing her over. Danielle and I were just gonna come get her," he said to his friend who was just laughing at him. "Yeah, looks like that's what you were going to do," Jesse said and Grant blushed slightly. "Thanks again," he said, clearing his throat before taking Alison and shutting the door once Jesse left. "Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good time with Uncle Jesse?" He asked as he started carrying her upstairs. "It was Jesse, now we don't have to go out."

Danielle finished dressing in no time flat, wanting to make sure she was okay before she would be able to meet anyone. However, Grant’s voice slowed her down a bit and soon she was already out and going to tickle her daughter upon meeting her in her husband’s arms. “Hi baby”, she cooed out to Alison who looked so tired and it was honestly just the same as she had been. “You look sleepy. It’s okay to be sleepy. Looks like you had fun with your cool Uncle Jesse now, did you?” Her tone of voice had been octaves higher to coo at her daughter, but Alison just laid her head at the crook of Grant’s neck where it met his shoulders and her heart instantly melted. “Would you look at that”, she said in her normal voice, maybe even whispering at this point. “I think she has the right idea. You’re so smart, Alison. You might just be the smartest out of all of us.”

Grant smiled as Danielle greeted Alison, looking down at his daughter and seeing that she did look tired. It was a little bit past her bedtime now and since she was with Jesse for a few hours, she could've been preoccupied and using a lot of energy. Suddenly he felt Alison rest her head in the crook of his neck which made his heart melt. It was the cutest gesture and now he didn't want to move her at all. "I think she is too," he whispered, kissing the top of her head gently. "Is it selfish of me to just keep her like this for a while? I don't want to move her yet or put her in the nursery," he said, carefully sitting down on the bed and leaning back against the headboard. The fact that Alison was now sleeping with her head buried in his neck made him smile and nothing was going to ruin that. "This night went from kinda crappy to pretty perfect," he whispered. "And it's all thanks to my two favorite girls."

Danielle gave her husband a smile and nodded her head, placing a hand on his arm before watching him carry their daughter into their bedroom. She wasn’t going to be selfish if he wanted to spend time with her, knowing that sometimes he rarely did; but it was nice to be able to see him like he was holding the world in his arms. And maybe that was true. Alison was their world and seeing both Grant and her together made her heart belt. “Just one night wouldn’t hurt”, she whispered out, not wanting to wake up her daughter after she had fallen asleep. “I don’t want you to wake her up either. She’s been good and I really don’t want to have to wake her up because she’ll get cranky. No one wants a cranky baby” But Danielle paused to get into bed with her family. The apartment had been quiet and there wasn’t much else to do but get in bed and relax. Her cheeks blushed pink when he said something about it being the perfect night and the brunette reached over to steal just a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you”, she whispered out to him afterwards and then kissed her daughter’s head from the side. “And I love you. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for the both of you.”

Grant was glad that Danielle was okay with him keeping Alison like that for the night, even if he first meant that he wasn't going to wake her for a little while. He thought eventually he should probably put her down in her crib for the night in the nursery but by the way she was sleeping heavily on his chest, Grant didn't want to. "It reminds me of when she was a little little baby and liked to sleep on my chest," he said happily. "But yeah, we shouldn't wake her, even if I would've tried to put her in her crib without waking her. Which probably wouldn't have worked but you know," he shrugged. "We don't want her to be cranky right before we're trying to go to bed either," he chuckled. Smiling as Danielle kissed him, Grant returned the kiss before staring into her eyes. "I love you too. Both of you and I feel the exact same way."

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The Kindness of Strangers

Distance Cycled: 412km (256miles) Distance Climbed: 4,282m (14,049ft)

Joe and I have been blown away by the friendliness and hospitality of those we’ve met in British Columbia. Perhaps we’re used to the coldness of Londoners and the eyes down, avoid all conversation mentality of public transport there. 

We found almost everyone to be extremely welcoming, willing to strike up a conversation or just say hello without becoming overly intrusive. If however you do engage you can find yourself discussing diverse topics from politics to a British favourite; the weather.

Perhaps we look slightly lost or disheveled and people take pity, perhaps it has something to do with our Alzheimer’s Society cycling tops, or more likely, perhaps people are just really nice when you stop and take the time to talk to them. It also helps that Joe is much more inclined than I to just ask the nearest person while I’m trying to make sense of my Garmin or map. This usually results in a range of good advice to extreme generosity.

A big thank you to Bill and Shelly, Rosemary, Barry and Phyllis, Sam and Kathy, Tim and Diana, for their help and all the other people who stoped to talk or offer encouragement/advice.

Tuesday October 3rd 2017 Tour Day 4 Cycle Day 1: Vancouver to Porpoise Bay

Our introduction to Canada couldn’t have got off to a better start. Through pure chance (and the fact that their house was walking distance to our bike shop) we spent the first 3 nights in Vancouver at Bill and Shelly’s AirBnB. One of the nicest couples you could meet, upon discovering that we required an extra evening than originally planed to take in some bike mechanic lessons, they extended their own spare bedroom to us as the basement apartment was booked. They also extended an invited to dinner that evening (incredible lamb burgers), the perfect last super before disembarking. Our luck continued as this meant we met Sam, a neighbour who now spends most of his time on Denman Island, but happened to be in town. He almost immediately offered a place to stay should we make the small detour off Vancouver Island.

The Last Supper: Bill, Sam, and Shelly.

Not done, the following morning Shelly cooked us breakfast to see us on our way, including some homemade Kombucha, a South Korean fermented drink, both delicious and healthy! Perhaps a pop up in London to follow…

Setting off there was some adjustment to getting used to the weight of all the gear hanging off the bikes, which at first felt like our nimble bikes had turned into oil tankers.

First day smiles.

We’d not even made it out of Vancouver when at Prospect Point, just prior to crossing Lions Gate bridge we stoped for a quick photo opp. Here we got chatting to a British woman named Rosemary Angil. It turned out that her mother in law had recently died having suffered from Alzheimer’s. She asked for our details and when we next had Wi-Fi discovered she’d made a significant donation. Thank you Rosemary!

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Prospect Point - Leaving Vancouver.

As a brief aside, a big thank you to all of you who have also donated, I’ll be thanking you all in person when I get the chance.

Spirits high we set off and enjoyed a scenic ride though West Vancouver, stumbling across Gleneagles Golf Course along the way up to Horseshoe Bay.

Much easier to get a tee time here.

Having arrived 7 minutes too late for the midday ferry, with bright sunshine and glorious bay views we begrudgingly settled into a burger and pint to toast our first 1% of the trip.

The 2.15 ferry was waiting, at the dock another cyclist told us where to wait. We waited, and waited some more, when 2.13 struck, we decide to double check… Turns out we were in the wrong loading bay and had just missed it again! 4.30 was the next one, which while annoying didn’t appear too bad as the sun was still shining and the park looked appealing.

This extended delay also gave me the opportunity to talk to two backpackers who spend their time crossing the country for work. They were selling dried sage, lavender, and other herbs which I exchanged for the cost of a ferry ticket so they could get home. He told me something about the spirituality of what I was doing and it would help take my energy with me… …I’m not sure about all that but it has kept my clothes smelling nice and fresh so I take that as a win!

BC - Many ferries, which are ideal at breaking up rides and meeting new people.

Finally on the ferry and off the other side we faced a not too daunting 25km ride to Porpoise Bay. As is typical of a ferry exit we were met with an immediate and steep climb, however I’ve thus found that this serves the purpose of warming up the legs again. The final stretch seemed fine until we got to Sechelt just as the sun was setting.

Which while beautiful meant cycling the last few km in the dark. Secondly we both began to “bonk” as we clearly hadn’t been fuelling ourselves enough. This resulted in a somewhat unpleasant short in distance but long in mind final 30mins.

Things got worse as having successfully got the tent up in the dark, with dinner on the go, a park ranger turned up and informed us that we were not in the designated camping area. This designated area was a whopping 25m from where we were. Despite not a single other person being there (nor did we see one before we set off) we were forced to decamp and move. All in all not the best end to our first day on the road.

Wednesday October 4th 2017 Tour Day 5 Cycle Day 2: Porpoise Bay to Lang Bay

Another beautiful morning and Joe’s porridge later we set off continuing on the aptly named “Sunshine Coast”.

The views from Porpoise Bay.

We set off with the initial goal of Powel River but it turns out the Sunshine Coast while sunny, is rather lumpy. Joe quickly established himself as KOM taking all the mountain points, dancing up hills like a mountain goat. We made it to Madeira Park at which point we were both thinking that we may have been slightly naive in how easy it would be to cycle fully loaded bikes 2000 miles.

Alarm bells should have been ringing when my check in luggage was 20kg (without my rather considerable camera gear as carry on). Add to this the 14kg bikes (the price of robustness) and my own weight and you’re looking at somewhere between 110-120kg, or one Ed “Chunk” Monkley that I’ve got to lug up every hill!

Ed in his natural habitat.

(I’ve since weighed myself at a truck stop which came out at 300lbs equating to 136kg - however this was probably rounded to the nearest 50lbs)

The slogan quickly became what goes down must go up. As much as it was fun to carry large momentum down hills (and at times break the speed limit) it was almost always not worth it for the inevitable hill shortly afterwards.

It is also where we named out bikes. My steed has been dubbed Shirly the Surly, as I ask her at the bottom of each hill “Shirly, you can’t be serious”. Joe has named his Susan, as he’s “cuzin on suzin”.

Madeira Park offered a delicious pizza from a guy who had sacked off his consulting job that took him all over North America, to make pizza in this small and scenic corner of the world. With slightly tempered ambitions of Saltery Bay instead of Powel River we set off.

Pizza 🍕

It was on the Ferry from Earls Cove to Saltery Bay that we got chatting to Phyllis. When we told her what we were up to she told us about her own travels in Europe, including one evening spent in a park with her friend and a Scott (complete with Kilt) after their bags were stollen holding passports and traveler’s cheques. Having experienced her own share of stranger’s kindness along the way she insisted on putting us up.

Joe and I duly obliged and arrived to meet Phyllis and her husband Barry, where we were treated to our own lodge! After a quick swim in the bay to ease our aching legs we whiled away the evening hours over a few beers with our hosts before retiring to the lodge. Joe initially only making it as far as the sofa for bed.

Ice therapy.

Barry and Phyllis.

Thursday October 5th 2017 Tour Day 6 Cycle Day 3: Lang Bay to Denman Island (Part 1 | Part 2)

Joe whipped up some more pancakes for breakfast and after saying our goodbyes, feeling greatly refreshed we set our sites on Denman Island and our invitation to Sam’s. We were treated to some of the most scenic riding so far as the trees thinned out on the way to Powell River.

With about an hour to kill Joe popped into a secondhand bookstore (he picked up something roman as he’s predisposed to do) and walked out with another $5 donation to the cause. I made a brief trip to the bike shop as I’d adjusted my gears terribly and hadn’t been able to access many of them since Earl’s Cove. A quick pit stop at a local recommendation; Base Camp Coffee and it was onto the ferry.

Somewhere around here we reached our most northern point and the true start of our journey south. One would be tempted to think that it is all down hill from here. One would be wrong.

Knowing that Sam was out until late we took a bit of time to explore the coast line of Comox and stumbled upon another coffee stop (fuel of the cyclist) at Grind where we found an epic whey protein, peanut butter, banana milkshake which served as an excellent lunch and another fine view.

A casual and yet more scenic ride down to Denman Island ensued and ended by encountering a salmon roll while waiting for the ferry (think sausage roll). Sadly I would miss the following day’s offering of salmon wellington!

Felling somewhat tired we were pleased to discover a local vineyard en route and having never even heard of BC wine thought it rude not to.

Corlan Vineyard has been running for about 10 years now and has some delicious wines. Not that you can go out and buy any as it’s exclusively sold at the farm shop. We tried the red Marechal Foch (French / American hybrid) and the white Ortega. Sadly the blackberry and Sigerrebe wines were sold out but Pat the owner allowed us to go and pick some of the remaining blackberries from this year’s harvest to taste. I had to taste quite a few to make sure each one was as tasty as the last.

A bottle of red purchased it was on to Sam’s and we arrived to a fairy light lit wood cabin. Sam’s wife Kathy was just putting the finishing touches on some freshly made pizzas, topped with local produce, some of which came from their own garden. It’s tough to beat a welcome like that.

Sam and Kathy

Friday October 6th 2017 Tour Day 7 Cycle Day 4: Denman Island to Chemainus River Campsite

Following another great evening we made an early start for our longest ride yet - 140km.

Perhaps over confident from the previous day’s riding and the last 4 days good weather we set ourselves the ambition of Ladysmith or as far south as we could get. The first signs were encouraging as we fairly deleted kilometres, after 2h30 seeing off 60km along pleasurable flat costal roads. Stoping in a (don’t judge) McDonalds for a quick coffee and some wifi at Parksville we looked back with pride and thought we’d smash the next 60km in similar fashion. Oh hubris.

The following 60km were nothing like the first. The costal route gave way to highway 19 with no obvious alternative. The first rain of the trip descended and we spend what seemed like an age going up gradual gradients on small highway shoulders with 18 wheelers for company.

Highways - Fun.

Nanaimo has become a name etched in infamy for us as it seemed to stretch on forever and Ladysmith seemed to be forever just the other side. Some bike paths did appear but they were either so hilly or perturbed by tree routes as to be impractical. So much so that my tent decided it had had enough and got off the ride with my shoe subsequently attempting suicide to stop the torment.

Goodbye cruel world.

Ladysmith eventually arrived, food and warmth on the agenda. Wigwam Chinese seemed perfect, as it was the first restaurant we found.

Large quantities of Chinese later, with it still fairly early in the day, feeling much better for ourselves we pressed on south to Chemainus Campsite, offering much needed warm showers, a camp fire and what is becoming Joe’s trip speciality; cheesy pasta mixed with whatever we’ve managed to find that day.

Saturday October 7th 2017 Tour Day 8 Cycle Day 5: Chemainus Campsite to Victoria

Looking forward to our first rest day in Victoria it was a short ride to the Salt Spring Island ferry. The local coffee stop provided the next chance meeting. Tim, an absolute legend, who in his 71st year is still peddling around when he can. We talked the perils of leaving your bike unattended, the virtues of a helmet mirror (which we’ve finally purchased in Portland), and the joys of touring in general. Tim has cycled all over the North America and Europe, including two trips down the North Pacific Coast! What’s more he is a resident of one of the US’ best cycle spots; the San Juan Islands. Once Tim found out we were headed that way he insisted on having us to stay, another awesome act of generosity.

Fellow tourer and awesome human Tim.

Salt Spring Island itself is a lovely ride. Quiet roads, rolling hills and plenty of interesting stops. However It was described to me as the Hamptons of Vancouver so not without its downsides. This was confirmed at the local Saturday market where someone attempted to sell us kale crisps at $9/100g…

Checking out the local market.

Another ferry the other side into Swartz Bay to pick up the Lochside trail (the Scotts get everywhere) all the way into Victoria.

This essentially ended our British Columbia riding. BC had been a blast but also eye opening as to the scale of what we were taking on. I had expected this part of the trip to feel more like being out in the wilderness, however the roads and other infrastructure were excellent, which while convenient, was slightly disappointing (only very slightly). I guess I have to hand it to the Canadian government for managing to tame such rugged terrain, coming from BT I know we can’t even get decent broadband to some parts of London let alone the Outer Hebrides.

And Finally

A rest day in the BC capital Victoria, then on to San Juan and Washington State, tune in next time to find out more.