naughty times ahead

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“Tell me you love me.” His brown eyes sparkled up into mine. 

He seemed to doubt my love for him, for reasons I can still only guess. He asked for reassurance for days after he told me the truth. I assume he was still worried I'd leave him. He should have known better. No, I'd never leave him.

But knowing the truth....it affected us. 

I had pulled away from everyone else and the outside world when he’d initially shown up at my door, but now I really pulled away from everything, everything but Mitch. 

I didn’t want to be around anyone but him. I didn’t want to leave the apartment. I didn’t want to take any of the jobs I was being offered. I wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment making up for the 6 years they took away from us. 

But, that wasn’t completely it. 

I was worried. 

He said they were gone, he said they’d never bother us again. Was that true? Could he really be so sure? What if they were still out there? What if they found him again? What if they tried to take him away from me again? What if they succeeded?

I had a tiny seed of fear buried deep in the center of my heart and it was doing nothing but grow with every passing moment. I could never lose him again. No matter what happened, I knew I’d die without him. 

People don’t seem to understand that. I guess it’s hard to explain an emotion that powerful. I can’t express how much I needed him every moment of every day. If you’ve never been in love then I’m sure it sounds completely absurd to say you NEED someone else to survive, but I did. Mitch was my oxygen. Mitch was my sustenance. 

I knew what it was like to live without him. I couldn’t go back there. Never again.

“You know I love you, as much as its possible to love anything...” My eyes always spoke the truth and he always seemed to search them when I answered him.  "... and even more than that."

His smile returned as he wrapped his arms around me. I kissed each dimple, my heart swelling with the tiny giggles spilling from his lips. I never wanted to let him go. 

We escaped into our own dream world. I had enough money to last us for quite awhile so I wasn’t all that concerned. Nothing else mattered to me except for him. I felt the need to surround him with warmth. I felt the need to give him anything could have ever wanted. I spoiled him. He deserved it after everything he’d been through. He hated spending my money, but what was it worth if I couldn’t spend it on the man I loved? I know he secretly enjoyed every second of it and I couldn’t seem to stop. I wanted to take him out, take him to nice restaurants and broadway shows, and he conceded for a little while, but after the first couple of days all he seemed to want was to lay in bed, and just talk and hold each other. 

That was always enough for him. He simply wanted to know I was there. 

For two weeks we forgot the rest of the world. 

Kirstie stopped by a couple of times, but she still didn’t understand it. She was angry and her dislike for Mitch grew as I pulled away from her. 

I felt bad, but I couldn’t seem to tear myself away from him long enough to go make amends. I was still clinging to him and his light. 

I guess staying in for almost two weeks and doing absolutely nothing but being with one person sounds a little crazy, but imagine this: Imagine you’d lost the person you loved for 6 years and you’d just gotten them back. What would you do? Would you really want to let them out of your sight for a moment? Would you really want to waste time among other people? 

I didn’t. We didn’t. 

..

He was lounging on the couch when I came in the door. We were running out of groceries and, while I had some scheduled to be delivered, we still needed breakfast. It was a short distance, but I was still anxious the entire time I was away from him. 

He smiled up at me and was on his feet and next to me within seconds. 

“Which one is mine?” 

I handed him his coffee and he wrapped both of his hands around it like a child. He took that first sip and his eyelids fluttered closed as he savored the drink with a tiny groan and the sweetest smile. 

“You have no idea how much I missed Starbucks. I’m not quite sure how I lived without it.” 

Every time Mitch took a bite or a sip of something he acted as if it was Christmas. Every time it pulled me in two separate directions; happy that he was happy, but so incredibly sad that he’d been kept from the things he loved most for so long. 

After we’d eaten and curled up together on the couch to watch a few episodes of Spongebob, I felt him pull himself up and out of my arms. 

“Scott…” 

“Hmm?” 

He smirked coyly at me and backed towards the bathroom. 

“Shower.” 

He didn’t need to be cryptic. We both knew what was on his mind. He had gone six years without sex and it seemed he was trying to make up for it now. I had gone for six years without sex with him. It was probably just as bad. I’d never been so worked out in my life, but the aches in my body were nothing compared to the pleasure that caused them. 

We were needy and our actions showed it. 

We were nude beneath the pouring water before too long. 

The heat glazed my senses. All I could see, hear, smell, feel, taste… was Mitch. My lips glided over his body, my hands being nothing but gentle as they followed behind. 

I worshipped him and his perfectly sculpted body. I sat on my knees before him, my mouth drawing out the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard. 

When his fingers untangled from my hair and his hand slipped to my cheek I knew he was close. He lead me gently to my feet and his lips fought for dominance over mine. I may be taller and just bigger all around, but he was stronger and definitely feistier.

My fingers slipped between us, down and over him, then further beyond. His lips parted in a quiet gasp as they found their mark and I used it to my advantage as my tongue slid fluidly over his, wrapping around it. 

He was pliant and relaxed under my hands, my fingers, my mouth. He let out a quiet noise of disapproval as I moved away from him, letting my eyes drink in every part him they could. He leaned against the tile, chest heaving, water sliding in droplets down his body. 

I was mesmerized by him. I wanted to burn the image into my memory. 

His eyes sparkled, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. I could tell what he was about to do. I could read it in his eyes, could see it in the minute shift of his body.

Not today. I ached for it, but I couldn’t wait. I needed something different. 

His knees bent, ready to drop, but I took hold of him instead, lifting his tiny body and pressing it into the tile with my own.

Chocolate flecked with gold flashed, searing me as I slid slowly into my Adonis. The water slid over his face, resting  on his eyelashes. He looked, in every way, like something completely ethereal and I felt blessed to be the one who he chose to give himself to... 

...and give himself to me he did. 

He clawed at my skin as I pressed into him, pushing him into the wall. He whispered in my ear, telling me beautiful things. He always told me that I was special, that he loved me and that I was wonderful. I never doubted anything he ever said to me. I kept my hands full of skin, relishing the feel of him.

We were lost in our dream. We were lost in each other and we never wanted to find our way back to the real world. 

But I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that eventually we would have to let reality back in. Life is never that easy for too long. 

But for those two weeks it was. For those two weeks we left everything else behind and let every question be forgotten. It was just me and Mitch and our love. For that short time I felt good enough to belong to the perfect man. 

For two weeks Heaven was mine.