You know the old adage, "be careful what you wish for."
You also know how some people wind up making the biggest mistakes when their wish came true. They learn a huge lesson about themselves and accept what they now know to be true.
Well for me, I...
Garrett "Now I know you're hungry wife. What would you like to eat? I asked her. She seems stupefied by the question so I walk out of the room and head towards the kitchen. It's a pretty nice place she has. It's simple; filled with hues of blue, red and black. Not your typical girl colors but I like it. I stand in front of the stove when I make it to the kitchen and I contemplate what I'll cook for my wife Jasmine. My wife and soon she'll have our children. I hope they look like her. As I stand there lost in my thoughts I hear little pitter patters of footsteps headed towards the kitchen. So I continue to think about what I'm going to cook her.
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Jasmine
My first thought when he walked out of my room is, he can't cook in my kitchen. Ignoring what I'm wearing I walk out determined to cook on my own until I see him standing in front of the stove not even bothering to put on pants. All arguments die on my tongue as I stare at his form. His butt just makes me want to squeeze it. He looks like he belongs here. I bit my lip thinking how would it be just to have my legs wrapped around his waist with no clothes.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by hands settling on my waist. I look up to see Garrett staring down at me with lust filled eyes. "Wife I see you're hungry for something else and I'd be more than willing to satisfy your appetite." He says. I quickly escape from his hands on my waist. "No you pervert I just don't like when other people cook in my kitchen." I say with and angry scowl on my face.
"Mm hmm sure wife. Well you better get used to it because I'm going to be here for a lifetime, Jasmine Mikaelson." "Uh just get out of my way weirdo. I'll make us some pancakes and eggs and then you can leave." I go to the cabinets and get the ingredients that I need to start cooking our breakfast. I can practically feel the tension in the air begin to rise after my last statement but I don't care to acknowledge it.
I'm pulled back against his chest and I can feel his heartbeat getting faster as the anger rolls off of him in waves. He spins me around to face him; his nostrils flared and his face contorted but then his face becomes a mask of calm. "I will not leave, wife. You wished for me to be here. Therefore I cannot nor will I leave. I was made for you after you wished upon that dying star which gave you the desire of your heart. You're mine as I am yours." He says as he puts me on the counter.
I think back to last night. Oh my gosh I never thought that it was real. I was just playing. When you wish upon a star it doesn't actually happen. It happened and I got a husband. What the heck did I do? I look at him, "I never meant for this to happen I thought it was merely child's play, you know. I never thought it was real. So what you're telling me is that you're my husband. Forever." "Yes, Jazzy. You're my wife and I can do anything I please to your delectable body. I know you're hungry for food but I'm hungry for something else entirely. You." He says as he plants his lips on mine.
My first kiss at 24. If I would have known it was this amazing to kiss someone I would have done it a long time ago. His lips are soft, gently nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. I could kiss him forever and never stop. He can kiss. Not that I have anything to compare it to.
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I pull away or attempt to and he dives back into the kiss. I'm so shocked by it that I didn't even notice my mouth was still slightly open. He took the opportunity to glide his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like mint and honey. His lips begin to travel up and down my neck and I let out a moan which made him growl. It was so sexy.
Garrett
Her moan pushed me forward. "Do it again. Moan for me, wife." I wanna hear that sweet sound again. I'm tempted to carry her to our bedroom and eat my breakfast there. But instead I just bite, suck and kiss her neck. She's so tasty and I love leaving my mark on her.
I stop because I hear her stomach roar loudly and she giggles. I promise its the best sound I've ever heard.
"Come, Jazzy. Let's eat and then we will talk about us further."
