I open my eyes and stretch. It's an over-the-top, noisy, satisfying, completely contented extension of my body all over the bed. Then I smile to myself, listening to her in the bathroom—the sound of the tap jetting out streams of hot water into the tub, her collecting all of the cosmetics she'll need, and then the unmistakable sound of her swishing the water to instigate some bubbles. My self-professed bath woman is keeping to her word. We're going to have a long soak in the bath and undoubtedly some tub talk whilst we're there. Do I want tub talk today?
Shuffling myself to the edge of the gigantic bed, I take my naked form over to the suite's bathroom and lean myself up against the doorframe. She's sitting on a chair in the window, elbows resting on her knees, looking out across The Manor's grounds. She's naked too, and her dark hair is damp from the condensation filling the vast space. I could stand all day and watch her, but even from here and with her back to me, I can see the cogs of her mind racing around at a hundred miles per hour. She's probably thinking about my denial, and she's undoubtedly thinking about how she can keep me at home. It's Monday Tomorrow, therefore a work day.
My unreasonable, challenging, neurotic control freak.
My ex-player.
And now my wife.
I need to touch her.
I approach quietly, my eyes getting more and more delighted the closer I get, my skin starting to prickle with the usual sparks that simmer between our bodies. 'I know when you're near, beautiful girl. ' She doesn't look around. 'You'll never get away with that. '
I move around in front of her and climb onto her lap
Her arms engulf me and her face plummets into my hair. 'Trying to sneak up on me?'
'It never works. '
'It never will. How are you feeling this morning?'
I smile into her neck. 'Fine. '
'Fine. ' She replies, pulling me in closer. 'Don't go to work Tomorrow. '
I sag in her lap slightly, even though I knew what was coming. I agreed to marry her so soon if she accepted that there will be no honeymoon, and if she agreed to chill out on the overprotectiveness and unreasonableness. My instincts told me she'd fail on all counts. I pull myself up and face her. 'I need to work. '
She shakes her head. 'You don't need to work at all. We need to be together. '
'We are together. '
'You know what I mean. ' she grumbles.
I'm going to get nowhere with this, so I remove myself from her lap and head for the bath.
'What are you doing?' she asks my back.
I don't need to turn around for visual confirmation of the scowl I know covers her face. 'Having a bath. ' I climb in and settle back, but almost instantly move forward to give her space.
She climbs in and settles behind me, pulling me back to rest on her chest and homing straight in on my ear, giving a little growl and a nibble. 'I've told you before, don't fight me off.'
'Then stop making unreasonable demands. ' I retort harshly.
She bites down harder on my lobe. 'And I've also told you that before. There is nothing unreasonable about wanting to keep you safe. '
'You mean keep me to yourself. ' I close my eyes and let my head relax against her, my palms sliding onto her thighs.
'No,' Her fingers lace through mine. 'To keep you safe. '
