fire and rain // forheadedrose

28. Backyard sunset

D E J A

(The first part of this chapter is a little racy)

"You awake?" I heard Martin mumble as he put his warm hands on my body.

"Mmm?" I hummed with my eyes closed still.

He slowly moved his oversized sweater  off my shoulder before kissing my shoulder, slipping his hands under the shirt and onto my skin.

"Redneck foreplay-- you awake, baby?" He joked in a low, extremely southern voice.

I smiled before I rolled over to face him, I took his face in my hands and kissed my sweet, sweet husband.

Once we broke apart, he moved down to my neck, kissing it softly, leaving a trail of them.

He moved so he hovered over my body, one arm held him up as the other ran down my leg.

I held onto his back as he kissed my collarbone line.

My back arched from the pleasure of his kisses, no man has ever been able to make me act like this with simply a few kisses.

I smiled before I brought his lips up to mine, he brushed my hair back before we broke apart, his face stayed close to mine as he looked at me.

He pushed his hair back as I admired everything about him, I lightly touched his face, his eyes closed as I rubbed my thumb under his eye.

He slowly laid his head over my heart, I played with his amazing hair as he laid over me.

I inhaled deeply as I enjoyed little moments like these, we didn't say anything, we didn't move.

We just laid there, in love.

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"Morning." I felt someone kiss my cheek in the middle of my workplace, I looked up with a smiled playing on my lips.

"Good morning." I spoke to my husband, since we bring our own cars into work.

"Young!" Roger yelled at me and I looked away from Riggs, "Yo?" I said as he walked up to me.

"You're with me- we've gotta go check a body shop out." He said and I nodded as I stood up from my desk.

"What's the deal?" I asked as I fixed my jacket as we went to the elevator.

"We're actually going to look at a motorcycle that I'm interested in." He whispered before the doors opened and we stepped into the garage parking lot.

"Really? You want a motorcycle?" I chuckled as I looked at him.

"Yes! Why is that so hard to believe?" He scoffed as we got to the cruiser.

"It's not- but why am I coming? I'm surprised you didn't ask Riggs, instead." I said as I got buckled.

"Well, you used to ride, quite regularly." He said and I pursed my lips, "That was forever ago." I sighed.

"So," Roger said as we pulled away from the station, "How is married life?" He smiled over at me.

"It's good. Like really good." I smiled, "I think I actually love him more now than I did when I married him. Which I didn't think was possible." I spoke honestly.