Naked Plans

Chapter 14

The response from readers is phenomenal. Keep it coming. Sorry I have been a bit slow with updates the last couple of weeks. Hopefully I'll have them coming a bit more often now....

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Arizona's POV
The sun is streaming through the blinds, dragging me from my peaceful slumber. To say I was quite literally exhausted, when Eliza had finished with me last night would be an understatement. I mean that woman has skills. Mad, mad skills. 2, 3, 4 fingers, tongue. Completely magic hands. She is just something else.

The sun is warm on my face. Yesterday started out so crappy, promptly got even worse. But seriously could not have ended any better. My girlfriend making me feel things I've never felt. Doing things to my body that no one has ever done. There are no words to describe the way she made me feel. The love she has for me. Just wow.

Turning away from the window to where my girlfriend should be laying, I find that she isn't there. The sheets and bed feel cold. She hasn't been next to me for some time. The loss of her next to me, it forces my eyes to open properly. I look around and she's no where to be seen. I pull myself up to a sitting position. My body aching from the nights activities. Finding my prosthetic propped next to the bed, I promptly fasten it.

Climbing out of bed, I move to my chest of draws. Grabbing some shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I quickly throw my clothes on. I need my girlfriend. The lack of contact is making me feel crazy. Heading downstairs, I smell coffee. Surely that means she's here, somewhere at least? I hope she didn't leave without waking me. I know we get called in at funny hours some days, but I miss Eliza when she isn't around me. And she usually wakes me before leaving if she's stayed the night.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs and round the corner to the kitchen, I notice the back door is a jar. Stopping on my search for my girlfriend, briefly, to fill a mug with coffee, before gently pulling the back door open. Careful not to make any noise. I spot Eliza sitting on the steps, her back to me. Her head in her hands. She had a hard day yesterday and so far she's avoided talking about it. But clearly it's worrying her. Something is worrying her anyway. Maybe it's that. Maybe it's something else.

Silently moving from the back door. I sit myself down next to my girlfriend and wrap my arm around her shoulders. Pulling her close to me. Not saying a word. The simple act of love causes her to break down. It breaks my heart to see her hurting. But this isn't about how I feel. This, right now, is about her. Nothing is more important to me right now than making Eliza feel better.

Not knowing what to really do to make her feel better, I just hold Eliza. Hold her until she finally stops crying. Finally, once she is calm, Eliza pulls away from my embrace and looks at me. She really is breathtaking, even with a tear stained face. She's beautiful. Using my thumb, I gently stroke the left over tears from her face. Eliza leaning into my touch.

"Hey you." I say. I want to ask if she's ok, but that's a stupid question. Eliza obviously isn't ok, and she will talk to me when she is ready. I don't want to push her. Just in case it pushes her away from me. I want her to feel like she can talk to me. But when she is ready. Not when I need her to. Giving me a sad smile, Eliza responds, saying morning. She then leans in, giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

"I missed waking up next to you." I say to her. I feel like she needs to know how much I love her right now. How much I want her around me. To know how loved she is. Eliza smiles again, this time a bit less sad. "Sorry, I couldn't sleep and you looked so peaceful." Eliza responds.

"Someone wore me out last night that's why." I smirk, earning a proper smile in return from my girlfriend. A comfortable silence falls between us, Eliza leaning into my body. My arm around her. Just looking out into the garden.

Eventually Eliza shifted, easing herself from my embrace. Still looking down the garden, but distancing herself from me. She's really going to open up. She's going to open up to me and she's scared I'm going to leave. She's scared I'm going to walk away.

"I met Teresa, 10 years ago now. She was working in a local gym I was using between working and sleeping. We hit it off. And before long, we started seeing each other. Things were going great. We moved in together. We got engaged, eventually we got married. Then things started to change." Eliza stopped, she looks straight at me, like she's trying to gauge my reaction so far, or trying to work out what I'm thinking. Honestly, I just want her to talk to me. Nothing is going to change the fact I love her. Taking a deep breath she continues.

"We'd been married 6 months, when she started to become moody, snappy, just generally nasty to be around. I started working longer hours, avoiding the inevitable arguments that would come. But eventually I had to go home. And the mood swings got worse, she got violent." I place my arm on Eliza's back. Her voice shaking. I need to comfort her some how. I need to be able to help her feel better. In any way I can.

"She would throw things at me, hit me, kick me. Do anything she could think of to hurt me. But I stayed. I stayed with her, until one day she put me in the hospital. She went particularly crazy because I was 10 minutes late home. So I left. And I never looked back. I got a divorce, left her everything, and I moved away." Eliza was crying again now. Tears streaming down her face. Turning her face to mine, I wipe her tears away.

"We will figure this out. One way or another, she isn't going to hurt you again. I promise. I protect the things I love Eliza, and I love you." I say. Pulling her into my chest and holding her tightly.

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Bit of a strange turn after the last chapter, but I did say the drama was coming. Don't worry I'll make up for it tomorrow! Hope you enjoyed it. Hit review!