Deep Regression

Blue Bag

I can only see the glint of light in his eyes. My lower lip between my teeth.
"I love you, Peter, you know that."
"I most certainly do, and I love you Sel."
"Listen, nobody has stayed in my life before, so I'm just kind of waiting for you to leave me as well."
Peter's hand crawls up my thigh and finds my hand resting on it.
"I'm not leaving, ever, I'm going to stay."
I lean in and meet his lips with mine. Passionately kissing the sensitive skin on it. As I move in sync with him he whispers a sentence that just...sends waves of emotions down my body.
"Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk off of them."
My heart leapt and fluttered in my chest. I can't believe what he just said.
"Mm." I mumble into him.
His hands travel to the seam of my shirt, and slowly lift it off my body. It was so beautiful, our cliche moment, and yet so cheesy.
Peter lays me down on the couch and he follows in suit.
His lips tormenting me in impossible ways with a huge expression of adoration and love behind every touch.
All of his strength is pushed to the side and the vulnerability, the softness, and the gentleness is brought to light.
My hands knit in his hair and hold him against me. I want to feel his chest against mine, I want his hands in mine, I want his lips moving with mine, and I want his eyes closed like mine.
Like a drug infesting my hands, they grab ahold of his shirt and pull it up over his body. All that I can hear is the Lightning, the rain, and his hard breathing.
I love hearing that, it reminds me every time that we kiss that he still feels the same about me.
My eyes lock with his and in that moment...
He looked about as tormented by me as I am by him.
Slowly he lowers his lips and gently coax mine open.
His tongue crawled in and I've never had this kind of deepening kiss. It wasn't like other kisses, it wasn't like other moments, or other cliches. The reason why is because...we aren't like other couple.
My hand runs down his chest, and then they hit the stitches.
No! No! I break the kiss and Peter just looks alert.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" His eyes in panic.
"We can't do this." I huff out trying to regain control.
"Huh?"
"Your stitches will open Peter, I can't hurt you like before."
"Sel..." The soft comfort in his husky voice.
"I'm sorry Pete, I just don't want them to open."
"Your right."
"I'm sorry, I missed you just as much."
He huffs as he lays between me and the couch. I roll over on my side and look into his eyes that make me melt, as usual.
"So how was your week?" Peter wraps his arms around me.
"Very long, work was stuffed with people, and college is only a month away."
"Work? Where do you work?"
"I waitress down at the Peppermill."
"That's right! I completely forgot that! I'm going to have to visit you there."
"No, you don't, it's completely fine if you don't."
"Hmm, I'm going to visit you at work."
"Then I'm going to find that blue bag."
"You'd better not." He threatens.
"Oh I will."
"Okay, Okay."
"Good, now, back to snuggling."
He just chuckles as I pet his arm hair.
"Sel, My Mom wants you there when she picks out her dress."
"What day?"
"It's going to be Wednesday, Is that okay?"
"Ya, fine."
"Okay, well, I'm supposed to drive you down there to the bridal shop."
"I'm so happy your parents are finally getting married."
"Ya, so am I."
I didn't see his face when he said that, but he sounded pretty sad.
I know I should've pressed him on it, but I didn't. He was home, and I was just happy that he was fine.