Date Night Stories

Intimate Moments

My eyes open to the sound of his heartbeat, it was slow and steady. I pulled myself closer to him as I pressed my ear to his chest, feeling his warmth. I feel safe and calm in his arms. As if the entire world around us disappeared.

We were on a train, 2 hours in our 8 hour journey. My husband, clad in a beige knitted sweater and his black hair slightly different in the sunlight. His mouth parted open slightly as his chest rose and fell with every steady breath. It's in these intimate moments I find myself getting lost in the love I have for him.

It is so intimate to hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth, because I have to be so close to him to be able to experience all of this. It's comforting to know that this human chose me and will be with me for the rest of our lives together. I could hear people chattering and moving around, the train engine and the wind. But they were like background noise as I stared at the beautiful man in front of me.

I cupped his face with my hand, I could feel his stuble on my palm. I slowly rubbed my thumb across his cheeks as I smiled to myself. How did I get so lucky? His lips slightly chapped, his green eyes hiding behind his lids and his long lashes, putting mine to shame. Studying every detail of his face as if I don't already remember.

He makes me feel so at peace. And I used to question that. Because I was so used to butterflies and the fluttering feeling of falling for someone. But he, he didn't make me feel that way. Yes, he made me excited but most days, I feel like everything will be okay just because he's with me.

I snuggled back into his arms and laid my head on his chest, his heartbeat still steady and slow as he continued his deep slumber. I felt his arms around me tighten as he shifted in his seat. He always made sure to hold on to me as slept, he's been doing so the past 5 years together...

I wondered when will I ever get enough? Of his touch and his presence. I let myself relax and closed my eyes. I could hear a fellow passenger zipping up their bags and sliding it on the overhead storage. I took a deep breath and held my husband closer to me.

It took me a while to warm up to him, it was a slow love, I didn't say I love you to him until a year later. He took his time with me and I took my time with him. He was the man I thought never existed but here he was in my arms. We only got married a couple months ago and now we were headed to our honeymoon.

Physical intimacy is so important to him and it took a while for me to understand his language. A while to understand how he needed to feel loved. It could be holding hands or hugging each other whenever we were apart for too long. Hugs from behind as I'm in the kitchen, him nuzzling his face in my neck, inhaling and remembering every single detail about that moment.

It's the stroking of my knuckles as he holds my hands during dinner. It's the hands on my knees as we're sitting at a waiting room. It's the brushing my hair before bed and the kisses on lips to wake him up.

It's the massages at the end of the day and kisses on the forehead. It's the tight hugs as he comes home from a difficult day. It's the eye contact shared as we reach our climax. It's the legs wrapped around his waist as he carries me to our bedroom.

It's the hair grabbing and softness of his breath against my neck. It's the soft and slow kisses, lips lingering on each other as you caress each other's body. It's the passionate kisses that involves a lot of tongue. It's the way his hands move on my body, he knows every part of me but he still explores it like it's his first time.

It's my hands on him, as I slowly make my way to his hips. It's the eye contact as I put him in my mouth. It's the trust that I'll be okay and that he'll be okay.

It's in the aftercare. When he cleans me up and wipes me down. It's in the way he strokes my hair and kisses my shoulder, asking me how it was. It's the way he holds me as he falls asleep.

It's in every aspect of our lives. In the lives we both have that are now intertwined. It's in the handwritten notes he writes to me every anniversary. It's in the little ways he makes me feel special. It's in the little ways he remembers the unimportant details. It's in the way he makes sure that I feel loved.

Every hard conversation and every hard day, he held my hand. He reminds me that I am loved, even when I'm the worst person in the world.

I felt the familiar lips kiss my head and I look up to see him smiling.

"Good morning beautiful, what's on your mind?" he whispers as he rubs my arm.

"You," I replied, reaching up to kiss him on the lips.

The world disappearing around us all over again, as I held his face in my hands, my lips swollen while his eyes darkened. And then he pressed his forehead against mine, giving me a long, deep kiss before pulling away.

We had to stop before we end up making a baby on the train. He pulled out his phone and handed me one side of the earphone and we listened to music for the next hour. We snuggled and held each other, keeping each other warm in the cold winter day.

I'm excited to start our lives together, I'm excited for the new opportunities and the fact that I have my person with me. And it's only when I started appreciating the little moments, when I appreciated the big ones.