darker_london | Oh, Aly, will you regret that! (Aly/Dietrich)

Widow.

It was a horrible word which Aly hated, more than anything. But if any word described her, 'widow' certainly did. Most widows were older women who had lost their husbands after years of marriage. Aly had now been widowed twice, before she'd even reached the age of 30. She realised, bitterly, that she'd never even had a one-year wedding anniversery. Her marriage to Peter had lasted 10 months and two days. Which was 16 days longer than her marriage to William had lasted before his death. Was this her lot in life? To fall in love with doomed men. Hell, she'd even managed to off the unkillable one. Amazing feat, that.

If this was what love led to, loneliness and unhappiness and heartbreak, she decided it wasn't worth it. She couldn't do it again. In her whole life, she'd loved two men. Been with two men. Dated two men, married two men and buried two men. She'd never suffered a break-up or anything like that, but she felt that this was worse. And after the first time, she'd cut herself off for six years. Peter had drawn her out of that with his quiet, sweet demeanor and his offbeat sense of humour. And the fact that he was an amazing father. Aly wasn't going to wait another six years for someone like that again. That was it. She was a single mother now, to quite a lot of children, actually. And she wouldn't put them through losing another parent. She was cutting herself off from love.

Sex was a different matter entirely. When Dietrich came to the door, Aly just gazed at him before turning around and walked silently back in to the living room. Dietrich just gave her a strange look and he followed her. "Aly...are...are you alone?" He asked when she had finally turned to face him."

"I think so. Deirdre was here, but she's studying. The kids are with my parents." Who knew where Gavin was. Off Gavining.

"Oh. I came to see Anna." Anna had lived at the Children's Home in Melk where Dietrich had volunteered. They had grown quite close and he wanted to see how she was in the wake of her beloved daddy's death. Peter had been his friend too. They could commiserate together. Or...well...not, apparently.

"Sorry." Aly shrugged and glanced away.

"No...it's okay. You shouldn't be alone. I can make you something to eat if you'd like?"

"Not hungry." Aly lifted her eyes to him again. "Your wife left you?"

Dietrich wondered why she was bringing that up out of the blue, but he sighed and nodded. "Yes. But...look, it doesn't compare to what yo-" He was interrupted by Aly crossing the room and kissing him hard. Dietrich made a surprised noise and he pushed her away, gently. "What...did you do that for?!"

Aly had been instructed to abstain from sex for the first trimester of her pregnancy to protect the life of the remaining twin. And once she'd passed the second trimester mark, Peter had already suffered his first stroke and was therefore unable to participate in sexual activity. Aly was feeling empty, and hormonal and confused and lost and and and. And Dietrich was there. And he was tall. And he had a penis. He qualified. "I'm making a move on you." She said bluntly. "I can't feel like this anymore." She reached up and her hands tightened on his arms.

Dietrich looked at her desperately and his next words pained him. "But...Aly, Peter's-"

"Dead." Aly said, and then she forced back a sob. "Peter's dead. And I am not waiting for it to be okay because it's never okay! Now...six months from now..what difference does it make?!"

Any female...or male who with slightly more integrity than Dietrich had, would have pointed out that six months would make a great deal of difference as she was currently grieving and dealing with out of whack pregnancy hormones all at once. But to Dietrich, he couldn't get past 'Wow, she's hot'. Nor could he get past the thought that she was completely out of his league. She was far more beautiful than the women he could normally get. Far more beautiful than any woman he'd had before. And, considering she was currently offering him sex, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He would be crazy to refuse her, and all thoughts of how she was Peter's wife and this was wrong, wrong, wrong went fleeing for cover behind his 'she distracted me with breasts' clause. So he said, "good point!" and kissed her back.

Aly was slightly repulsed by the fact that she was kissing someone else who wasn't Peter. Peter was soft and tender and loving and Dietrich was greedy. So she pulled back. "Okay....no kissing." She grabbed him by the hand and she practically dragged him up to her bedroom. Not hers and Peter's anymore. Just hers. And she pushed him over to the bed and on to the mattress. He opened his mouth to attempt to say something suave, but she put her fingers on his lips. "No talking either." And then she moved to undo his trousers.