Unremitting Love

Chapter 5

I wake to the sound of rain, and the feeling of somebody watching me.

I shift in bed.

I'm naked.

Why am I-

The memory of last night hits me.

Daniel being my Daniel again, trying to save water, shower sex, kitchen sex, bedroom sex...

We had a lot of sex.

I'm surprised the sheets aren't stale.

Somebody's hand is on my ribs, their thumb pressed against the bottom my bare breast.

I don't even have to open my eyes to know it's my husband.

I open my eyes slowly.

"Good morning, beautiful."

He's fully naked, laying on top of the blankets, not covered, on his left side.

His muscles flex when he moves, his abs...

He's so sexy.

"You're a marvelous sight to wake to." I mumble, my eyes on his body.

"So are you." He says, pulling the blankets off of me so he can look at my bare body.

I look at the clock.

It's black.

I look at the fan.

It's not moving.

That's when I realize I'm caked in sweat.

"Why is the power out?" I ask.

"Well the storm that we're still in took a tree down, that happened to land on the power plant. I already called the electric company and they said that half of Savannah is out an they've not got a clue when it's coming back on."

"You're lying." I say.

"Nope, I'm serious. It's tenish now. It's been out, according to the power dude, since like, two in the morning. See love, we were awake, but we were busy, you know, messing up the blankets."

I moan loudly.

"Oh god, Daniel. I hate the heat!"

He sits up.

"Let's go play in the rain and be all naked and wet!"

"No!" I laugh. "We live on a golf course! We don't have the privacy for that!"

He frowns.

"Why not? You know, that's not fair. We're moving."

"What? No we're not." I laugh, sitting up.

I don't hold the blankets to my chest. Daniel has seem me naked so many times, I've lost count.

"Uh, yeah, I think we're going to move."

"Daniel, you need to get a vehicle." I say.

"Well, I'll get you like, a Toyta Rav4, or something, you know, like your old car, and then I can just have your truck."

He starts to get up.

"Oh, no, that's my truck. You'll get another truck."

"Fine." he says. "But mine is going to be better than yours."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is." He says. "My dick is bigger than yours!"

I laugh.