I could feel his weight pressed onto the bed and I frowned before quietly turning on my side and away from him.
There was a moment of unspoken silence as he slipped beneath the sheets and comfortably adjusted himself against the pillows. I could almost see it in my mind because I had seen him perform this very routine for almost over a year now.
I still refused to turn around and face him and as childish as my reason for doing so was, I completely refused to let my pride be broken.
His voice had softened considerably and there was an almost indolent ring hanging onto his words.
I unconsciously swallowed.
I could invariably sense as he skilfully manoeuvred his way closer to me from beneath the sheets but I would not budge. I would not let him get the better of me.
“Why are you so far away…?”
There it was again, that indolent ring in his voice, that sickeningly overconfident and thrillingly enthralling drawl…unfair…
My body and face were still turned away from him and I purposely inched even closer to my edge of the bed again.
I could feel his hand on my neck as he brushed away the hair from against my skin and I desperately attempted to suppress the shudder that ran down my spine.
“You don’t want to look at me tonight….” He silkily whispered. “Why…?”
I could by now feel the moist, soft touch of his lips against the back of my nape and I involuntarily closed my eyes in an effort to suppress the low purr of pleasure daring to ring on my tongue.
He had me cornered and useless.
“Didn’t you want to play your Call of Duty a little longer…?” I quietly mumbled in faint protestation.
His mouth momentarily stiffened against my skin and his hands ceased their explorations.
A weary smile warmed my lips at this reaction, my confidence momentarily increasing. “I’m surprised that you even came to bed so early…” I bravely continued after a few seconds.
He had by now withdrawn from my side, the cold air assaulting my bare neck.
There was a short silence thereafter when suddenly I heard the soft creaking of the bed. My eyes widened in surprise. Before I could stop myself I automatically shot upwards and spun around to face him.
He was about to get off the bed.
“Wh-where are you going…?” I bemusedly sputtered. I had not expected that he would want to leave.
He paused then before giving me an over the shoulder glance and sparing a half smile. “Outside…” He had spoken his words as if they were the most obvious thing and my features blanched.
He tilted his head a little to the side then his almost shoulder length hair elegantly brushing his skin from his slight motions. My heart sped but I quietly tried to ignore the sensation.
“But…why…?” I confusedly fumbled.
“Didn’t you just tell me to?”
I blinked in bewilderment. “But-”
“Don’t worry,” he casually reassured “I was only going to play some mo-”
I lunged forward then and before I could help myself I unwittingly grabbed onto his wrist before he could leave the bed. My action had caused him to stumble a little and before long he had lost his balance and had awkwardly crumbled onto the sheets once again.
Sprawled on the sheets in a confused stupor he eyed me in blatant surprise. His hair had gracefully bathed the pillows in a black mass of silk, his eyes partially concealed by errant strands of hair.
“Are…are you alright?” he whispered, a faint smile of amusement dancing at the corners of his lips.
I had by now purposefully pinned him beneath me, my legs indecently braced around his hips. I could understand why he would find humour in such a situation.
I quickly brushed aside his hair and apologetically eyed him with an anxious and uncertain smile pressed upon my lips. “I-I didn’t mean it like that…” I quietly mumbled, “You…you can stay…”
He often worked nights so having him home was always a nice thing. Being home alone was something I had never particularly enjoyed especially when his mother insisted on carrying me to every gardening party she could attend. I liked her, but she was still a little too interesting to properly comprehend.
Anyway, the point in question was that I always missed him when he was away; terribly yearned for him when he was away as a matter of fact…
We had only been married for a year now.
He quirked an eyebrow after our little moment of silence and finally grinned. “Sooo…….you want me stay now….?”
There was a boyish glint of anticipation in his eyes.
“I-I um….You just play that game a lot and…you know…and…I…um-oh!”
Before I could finish my sentence however he had swiftly changed our positions, his larger frame smoothly trapping me beneath him.
I gasped in surprise. “Wh-hey!”
“You were saying…?”
He had pressed his lips upon my neck at that point thusly eliciting a small moan of pleasure. I could feel his triumphant smile as he continued to trace my skin with his lips and I closed my eyes in pleasured defeat. One of my hands had unconsciously coiled its way into his hair, my other hand cupping his face as he drew closer.
“No more….um…modern warfare…” I breathlessly murmured as I involuntarily began to return his electric kisses.
“Only for tonight…” he quietly whispered against my lips, his fingers gently tugging my shirt off my shoulder.
He silenced me before I could protest and I willingly allowed him to take control.
I was useless against his assaults and always had been in any case.
I would yell at him tomorrow…If I remembered, of course….