My Wife

I felt a bold little foot nudge me under the covers as I sat upright in bed. My eyes were glued to the television across our little room, but slowly I felt my attention being tugged from the news report I was watching to my wife beside me.

I felt her foot poke mine again, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her smirk. Her nose was buried in the latest romance novel she was reading, trying to hide her little grin.

"Cassie, I swear," I mumbled under my breath. I pushed a button on the remote I was holding and turned up the volume a bit, trying to ignore her.

Again she poked and jabbed at me.

Sighing, I looked at her. "Cassandra, why do you read those things? They always turn you on right when I'm turned off."

Immediately Cassandra put down her novel and looked at me square in the face. She had these deep, dark, beautiful brown eyes that reminded me of sweet brownies or chocolate. Her hair, a bit of a lighter shade of brown, was tied up in a messy bun.

"Because you're no fun!" she whined, leaning over to nudge my shoulder with the entirety of her body. She was a small thing, only about 5'4". Short and skinny.

I sighed again.

The thing I loved about my wife was that she was so outgoing and bold. When we had been dating, she was always the one to take me, the shy, quieter one, on all our little adventures.

Well, the proper word would be drag, but whatever.

However, because her of naturally bold persona, and my more shy and quiet bubble, it was almost as if the typical husband and wife relations that most couples had were switched for us. While in most cases it's usually the husband who hounds the wife for sex, for us it was always Cassandra hounding me. Meanwhile, I was like the typical wife, shooting her down about sixty percent of the time.

She tugged at the sleeve of my shirt, shrinking down and looking into my baby blue eyes with her brown ones. Cassandra pouted. "Come on, Archer. We haven't had any fun since our wedding night!"

I laughed. "When you put it like that, it sounds like we've only ever done it once during our entire marriage."

"But we have only done it once!" Cassandra cried out indignantly. "We've been married three days!"

Reaching over, I tucked a strand of loose brown hair behind my wife's ear. "Three day's isn't so long."

I meant my words with every bit of gentle affirmation I had. Three days with Cassandra as my wife had only felt like three hours. Every day I was with her flew by so quickly.

Time flies when you're with those you love.

It wasn't just these three days we had been married. The entire five years we had known each other seemed to have flown by just as fast. Already I was twenty-one, and Cassandra was nineteen.

She caught my hand as my fingers lingered on her skin for just a moment. "Please," Cassandra asked. Her voice's tone had changed.

She wasn't asking me.

She was telling me.

"Cassie-" I said, but broke off as I felt her soft lips kiss the top of my hand, then my wrist. In a moment, she had crept into my lap and had her head tucked between my chin and shoulder, kissing my neck very slowly.

Pretty much all bets were off at that point.

"Alright," I said, breaking away from her as I finally caved. I had to hold her back with both hands to keep myself from losing it, and I could see the devilish grin on her face, which only made it worse. "But if anyone asks, we've still only done this once during our entire marriage."

She grinned wider. "Deal."

And with that, I fell into a blur that could only be the effects of Mrs. Cassandra Remington.

My wife.