The Healer | Part 2: The War

The Flat gets Even Smaller

A/N More mature content ahead!

George

I could hardly sleep that night. Within moments of finishing, I was ready to go at it again. Being with her physically was intoxicating, addicting. It had been well worth the wait. But I needed more. What we'd done last night had sated me for the moment, but it had really just made the need I had for her worse. She was perfect. I'd had no idea what I was missing out on. I could try, but I knew I'd never get enough.

But she had been asleep within five minutes and had barely stirred all night. I knew she was sore, I could tell by the look on her face in the moment that I'd hurt her and that was enough to put me off. She needed time to recover.

Our relationship had changed. I knew that at once. We were closer than we'd ever been before. There was a sense of both safety and vulnerability that I hadn't been expecting that came with having sex. I knew without a doubt that I was safe with her and could trust her. I knew I could be one hundred percent myself around her and she loved me for me. It was a strange feeling, frightening even, but it was incredible.

We were both still naked and I loved every minute of sleeping with her body pressed up against mine. I was never letting her wear pyjamas ever again, even if we didn't get up to no good. Holding her skin to skin, feeling every breath she took, her steady heart beat and the warmth she was putting off, it was almost as intimate as the act itself. It was everything I'd never known I wanted.

She didn't look sore at the present moment. In fact, she looked quite peaceful. Her hair was a tangled mess and there was small puddle of drool on her pillow like there usually was when she was having a really good sleep. I could remember how she looked when I'd seen her at my brother's wedding. With that pretty green dress on, her hair and makeup all done up, to me she looked just as pretty now as she did back then.

Maybe it was because I knew she really was mine now. She was mine and I was just as much hers. After last night, I knew there was no going back, I was never letting her go. We were beyond the point of no return. I didn't even want to let her out of my sight. I was already dreading returning to the shop after the holidays.

The sun was starting to filter in through the curtains. She was usually up earlier than this, and I took a moment to congratulate myself on how well I'd worn her out. She finally started to stir. I grinned and positioned myself above her.

'Edith,' I drew out her name in a quiet sing-song voice. 'Good morning, sweetheart.'

'Mmm,' she mumbled, but she grinned at the sound of my voice.

She reached an arm up and draped it around my shoulders, pulling herself close to me. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her neck.

'Good morning,' she said, her voice scratchy and groggy.

'How are you feeling?' I whispered. She put her other arm around me and I had to fight the urge to take her again right at that moment.

'Wonderful,' She smiled and opened her eyes, moving a hand to my cheek. 'How about you?'

'Brilliant,' I told her. 'Absolutely brilliant. I've been thinking about you all night.' I moved my lips down her neck and brought a hand to her breast. I felt her sharp intake of breath as I squeezed softly and ran my thumb over her nipple.

'H-have you?' She asked breathlessly. She lifted her hips to mine and I groaned.

'Want to do it again?' I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were half-closed, but I could still tell that her pupils were dilated. She must have been dreaming about me.

'Definitely,' she smiled at me.

I grinned and peeled the blankets from her, desperate to see her whole body again, to feel her again.