She sighs softly as I gently pull the covers back and away from her slender chin, exposing her breasts and stomach. Smooth, creamy skin, flushed from the warmth of the room, is all that I am able to behold in my gaze. Light freckles spatter along her flesh, and I can’t help but smile at all the times we had decided to play “connect-the-dots” along them with a marker. It always ended in giggles because the marker would tickle her.
Tonight I had come in later than usual and had found her already asleep in the bed. She had waited for me, I could tell, since she had on only her soft cotton underwear. Seemed to be the black ones that I had bought her for Christmas, the ones with the blue roses on them. I had hoped she would wear them. Tonight was a special night for us, our anniversary of sorts. I had done all in my power to come back from the shop earlier than my usual 2 am, but a client’s ink had run longer than expected…seems he hadn’t been too tolerable of pain, even the mild pain the needles produced. To each their own I suppose.
I sit up from where I had been kneeling beside the futon and press my lips gently against her brow. She stretches and turns onto her side, curling her knees slightly, still facing me. I draw the covers back over her shoulders and shed the sweater I had on over my tank top. I had worn my pajama pants today to work, and I had kicked off my flip-flops when I had stumbled through the door, dropping my messenger’s bag along the hallway.
I crawl into the bed and curl up next to her, wrapping my arms around her easily. She was so much smaller than I was, her body was cradled against mine easily and I relished in her scented warmth. I couldn’t help but just bury my nose into her hair and breath deeply, I loved her. I always had, always would. I close my eyes and allow myself to relax, ignoring the cricks and pain that accompanies it, slowly I begin to drowse.
I hear her voice gently whisper,
“You promised.” I can only bite my lip to distract from the pain of my heart breaking at her tender words.
“I know baby. I know. I tried, I really did.” I hug her tighter to me and kiss her neck. “I’ll make it up to you. I’m taking tomorrow off, no matter what my boss says. They can find someone else to ink my clients.”
She turns around in my arms and kisses me on the lips, softly at first, but then more firm, her tongue darting into my mouth. I reach to cradle her cheek in my hand, but she pulls away and kisses my nose.
“Tomorrow then.” I smile and laugh.
“You’re torture.”
“I try.” I can’t help but laugh even more. “I suppose I deserve it then.” I kiss her as she turns over again, holding her to me.
“I love you.”
“Ditto.”
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Submission Name: Lil' Red
