For all the lonely people on Valentines day xoxo
sorry in advance <3
Their showers were always special. Times where they expressed how their day went and anything that bothered their minds. Hands would caress bodies with care and affection. The soapy water trickled down the drain along with all their worries and doubts. Ever since the start of their relationship it has been a place for them to truly take the time to listen and appreciate the other. The mood of the day would decide if it was a morning or night shower. Night showers were saved for days that all worries needed to be spilled. They would wash away the day and talk about the troubles that affected them. Leaving them behind and able to sleep with an open mind. Morning showers were saved for when days went extremely well and they would prepare for the new day with special touches and maybe a few cheeky ones too. That way they could continue that mood to their new day until they could do it all over again.
Today though wasn't the best. She had a tiring day at work and a few assignments piling up for school. His day wasn't the brightest either. Two clients had canceled within 2 hours before their appointment. He always liked a packed day. Mostly because it distracted him from missing her for more than he could handle, but he would never admit that to her.
Sunday nights were especially long for them, always making sure to be in the moment and try to forget about a possibly stressful week ahead. Usually, they would hold each other right until the water went cold. Then he would rush them out and wrap a towel around her as fast as he could and hug her close, never wanting the moment to end.
Their bond is like no other. No friends or family could understand how they just know everything without uttering a word. It puzzles the couple too but they never complained about it, why should they? She could look into his eyes and tell exactly what he needed, whether it be multiple kisses or someone to rant to. And he could do the same.
This night was no different.
I watched the waterfall down from the showerhead and cascade down my body. I knew it was only a little while till he would join me and make the moment truly better.
"Hi baby." His raspy voice pulled my thoughts from the stress. I swear his voice could cure any sickness. If only I could bottle it up.
A smile graces my lips as I take in his ruffled hair and wandering eyes. "Join me?" I knew his answer already, he would never turn down our daily showers. I'm not exactly sure how this came about but it just did.
"How could I say no?" he smirks as his eyes trail up and down my body before landing on my lips. He always tells me how obsessed he is with my lips. How he loves the taste of my chapstick as it coats his tongue when he kissed me.
"You can't." He smiles at my response before quickly getting out of his clothes and stepping onto the tile floor to stand underneath the water.
I watch as it flows down every crevice of his tanned and beautiful skin, wanting to put my lips on every inch of it just to show him how much I truly love it.
He does the same for me, loving every inch of my body when I don't have the energy to do so myself. Trailing fingers over my curves and rolls while planting kisses that leave goosebumps in their wake. Holding and squeezing every part of my flesh that I would rather keep hidden, he loves it all.
Each part of me he adores and doesn't ever stop telling me about it. I don't think he ever will. 'All the stretch marks and scars make me who I am' comes from hips lips at least 4 times a week.
The tattoos that cover up his scars are some of the ones I love the most. He puts useless doodles over top of the marks he wants to be kept concealed from the world, leaving only me to know the true meaning.
He turns around to get his front wet while I get the perfect view of his little butt. He jumps a bit when I let my hand go down to pinch the cheeky flesh. He turns around with a scolding look that he tries to use to cover up the smile on his lips.
I never understood how he could understand everything about me by just looking into my eyes. He must've seen the mask that I was trying to put on again because he suddenly brings me in for a hug and pulls us under the water. It's not like I would need the water to keep me warm anyways. His heartbeat is enough.
His hands start to rake through my hair that sticks to my back and that's when the walls in my foundation start to break. With my head on his shoulder, I cry.
Sobs escape my lips as he just holds me and whispers sweet words into my ear. Calming me down with his soft voice and the warmth of his chest pressed to mine.
Eventually, my tears seem to stop flowing and I open my eyes to watch the salty water mix with my worries go down the drain and away from me for another day.
"You're okay. Everything's going to be okay." He whispers into my ear again and again. His hands start to move down to the bottom of my spine where he draws shapes with the pads of his fingers. "What's on your mind, my love?"
He pulls back the slightest to be able to look at me while I share my stresses for the day. Sometimes I'll get lost in the sea of green that his eyes and I can't emit a word.
This time I trace the tattoos that litter his skin. My favorite is the little heart that I did for him placed right over his own heart. It was my first time doing a tattoo so the lines are a bit messy but he loves it nonetheless. He recently did a big tiger on his thigh that he did mostly himself which I thought was insane. But I'll be putting the tattoo to good use soon once it heals.
"Just work, the usual." I've always been a people pleaser and whenever I can't help a patient the way I want to, it brings me down. I help to take care of so many people but sometimes I can't save them all.
"I'm sorry baby." He places my head on his shoulder and sways us a bit under the warm water. He knows that not much he can say can change how I feel, but his presence always seems to give me the comfort that I need. He softly hums a tune in my ear while we move to his makeshift song.
And we stay like that for what seems like hours. Our skin like dried raisins and the numbness of our legs starting to set in, I wouldn't have it any other way.
My mood lifted immensely and my heart full again. Whenever I'm far away from him for too long, I get this ache in my chest. Real physical pain that won't go away. No amount of research or knowledge could give me a reason why it happens, except him.
The ache always goes away when I hear his voice or feel his hand intertwine with mine. He is my heart. No one else could occupy it the way he does. No tattoo he could ever do would show that. He is better than any drug, more entertaining than any movie, and more fulfilling than any meal I've ever had. He is my soulmate and I feel it especially when the water drips down our bodies.
