When Paint Smudges

Busy Bodies

Salem

"Hey babe ? You seen my cream colored bowtie ?" I heard a familiar voice call out to me. I squint my eyes at the sun rays interrupting my sleep and roll my eyes at the voice interrupting my peace.

I rub my eyes and sit up in my California king bed. Still refusing to answer, I look to my right at the imprint settled in my cozy lavender sheets and smile while admiring my husbands frame. I guess theres no such things as too short to a man standing at 6'4 weighing in at 250 lbs. All muscle and all mines. I felt myself grin. Me on the other hand i was about 5'5 with a petite athletic frame. We both were all stars at the same high school so it wasn't completely unexpected when we decided to start dating. It was almost like we belonged together. I felt myself cringe at the thought. It was just too perfect. I didn't understand how I'd deserved such a life.

I took my time with getting out of bed. I let my feet touch my cream colored carpet and gazed down at my fresh pedicure. I sighed dramtically while my face balled up. Ugh I hate my feet painted. What's the point it's just gonna chip off anyway.

I stared at them debating on whether or not I should chip away at the maroon colored polish. Just as I made my attempt a deep masculine voice interuppted me. "Don't..even..think about it " I jumped startled and a little embarrassed. I look up at my chocolate covered husband and see his pearly whites through his slyish grin. I blush as he seductively struts towards me .

"Now what were u about to do to those pretty little toes of mines?" I hear him ask amused. I grin and drop my gaze down to my feet bashful. Ugh why does he still make me so nervous.
I feel his sturdy finger tips grab my chin and lift my head up. I meet his gaze and he smiles. "You're so beautiful in the mornings " he states sincerely. I stare deep into his hazel eyes.

"Is that all I am to you ? Just a beautiful face " I scold playfully. His eyes brighten at my response and a raspy giggled escaped his mouth. I smack his hand away as I give him a devious grin. He looks at me startled but he only smiles wider. I curl my legs up on the bad and sit Indian style.

I pull out his cream colored tie from behind me. "Looking for this ?" This time his pearly whites are out again.

"Baby why you playing you know ima be late for wor- "work ?" I interrupt him. "

Now how can you be late for something you created ?" I ask. "I'm sure Owen O'ceans corporation can wait. " I end giggling.

"Baby no" ,he says strongly . "You know I have that big meeting today. " I sigh loudly at his reply.

"Fine "I finally say. "If you want it , you better come and get it " I say right before dropping it in my B cups.

I feel myself wanting to burst in laughter after seeing the shock on his face..and then the following bulge I'm his pants. I scoot back on the bad awaiting his attempt.

I watched him as he crawled on to the bed with his eyes glued to mines. Those beautiful hazel eyes full of lust made my mouth water. I felt my insides tingle. He stopped hovering over me and proceeded to to kiss my lips. I felt his tongue dancing with mines. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed his dark curly hair with my fingers. He paused and moved to my neck .

"Mmmm..." I let out a soft moan.

He continued down while slowly kissing down my body. I watched him pull down my bra revealing my bcups. "Hmmm there's that tie I need " He said jokingly. I burst out laughing. "But I think I'm needing this more " he finished while continuing to kiss down my body. He arrived at my love handles and kissed me softly.

I desperately wanted him to go down on me. But he never did. I felt my insides jolt imagining the thought, but he just kissed around the area and came back to my lips.

I kissed him less affectionately this time. I felt myself becoming unarroused. I just feel like sex with him is so traditional. It's never any passion involved.. Just getting right to business. I felt his lips leave mines. I didn't even realize I was staring up at the ceiling lifelessly.

"Babe , you ok ? " I heard him burst through my thoughts.

I looked at him with this sincere look on his face. I really did love him. ..passionately.  I just didn't understand why he couldn't show his love passion for me.

"I'm fine " I say flatly breaking the silence. I clear my throat while sitting up from under him. I take the tie from my side and it to him.  He watched me confused.

" I...uhh.. Just remembered I have a few errands to run. " he stared at me still confused. " I figure since it's my off day I wanna get it done as early as possible so I can enjoy the rest of it. Know it's been a minute since I've had a day to relax " I stated chuckling.

His intense look relaxed and I see those pearly whites again. "Yeah baby you work too hard. Go and enjoy your day " he said while putting his bowtie on. 

I watched him stand towards the mirror, so elegant so powerful.  He's a hell of a man.

So why does he lack such passion. The question boggled me.

I felt his presence closer, he was kneeling to kiss me on the forehead. "I love you" I heard him confess. 

I smiled in return as sincerely as I could. "I love you more " I said. "I'll be back a little late tonight ok babe ? Try to go out and have a little fun" he said smirking.

I squinted my eyes in reply. He knew I didn't party much. I can't remember the last time I had a night out by myself. All we ever do is business parties anyway.

"Oh yeah and don't forget babe" I heard him yell upstairs. "Business party tomorrow night. I love you , see tonight  " he yelled right before shutting the door. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. FUCK .