Soulmates | Kate & Ana

Chapter 3- London

Kate and I walk through the streets of London as the sun is setting for the day, our sightseeing trip is quickly coming to an end. The camera dangling from my wrist bumps against our interlocked hands as we swing them while we walk, giving me an idea. I remove the camera from my wrist and hold it up in Kate's direction. I take picture after picture of her side profile as she admires each building and small shop we pass on the street. She seems oblivious to my photographing her. When we reach the street on the opposite side of the road from the hotel we're staying in she turns to look at me, but ends up only making full eye contact with the camera. I click the button to take her photo mid-sentence, getting an awfully funny one of her mouth wide open. "Ana! Stop that, I'm trying to talk to you not the camera!" She swats the camera away and I giggle. "Okay, Okay. What?" I hold the camera down, away from her face. "I was trying to say that we need to cross to get back to the hotel unless you want to stop somewhere for anything?" She stands, hands on hips, looking slightly annoyed with me. It's amusing. "No, I think I'm good. We can head back now." We already stopped for dinner and although the sights are amazing my feet are starting to ache from walking on them for hours. 

All through the hotel lobby, in the elevator, and down the hall, I take pictures of Kate. It produces a lovely series of photos depicting her walking at my side all the way to our room. I put the camera down once we get in and set it on the counter. Then I join Kate who's moved to sprawl out on the bed. "Does it bother you when I take pictures of you?" I ask, brushing my fingertips up and down her forearm. "Not really." She shrugs, impassive. "Good, cause I'm not finished yet." I hop up from the bed to grab the camera and she smiles. It's a small, amused smile, a borderline smirk. The camera captures it perfectly. She leans back and props herself up with her arms behind her back, ready for me to continue. I snap a photo of her as she looks at me, perfectly relaxed. Then another as she transforms her face into a full on posed pout. It's adorable and sexy at the same time. An incredibly accurate representation of Kate in image form. Her expertise in posing skills makes me laugh at her seriousness. Kate was born to be a model. I zoom in for a few close ups and her lips crack into an enormous smile. The close ups of her smile are the most beautiful of all the photos I've taken today. I step back for a few more shots at a normal distance and she pulls the strap of her top down on one-side, nearly full on exposing that side of her chest. She then moves her hand to cover her breast and bites her lip, her expression dark. I snap away, taking tons of photos of my gorgeous wife. She pulls her shirt back into places and chuckles, clearly enjoying herself. "While I loved the photo shoot, I think it's your turn now." She hops off the bed and lunges for the camera in my hand and I squeal, trying to hide my face before she can get a picture.

She takes a few of my face covered by my hands, then she gets bored of that and gives up. "If that's how you're gonna be I guess I'll just have to force it out of you." She gives me a playful yet menacing look and I dive onto the bed, planing to hide under the covers, but she just jumps on top of me and rips the covers away before I can even fully get under. "Kate, No!" I try to wriggle out of her grasp, but it's too late, she's got me. She snaps a picture of me trying to escape her, then she begins to tickle me ruthlessly. Her fingertips graze just beneath my ribs and I giggle, squirming away. I yell out my pleas for her to stop, but she ignores it. She's having far too much fun with this. She clicks the shutter down, then sets the camera aside, ready to torture me with both hands now. She tickles me all over as I thrash and giggle under her. I'm breathless, yet enjoying it just the same. I start to tickle her back, ready to defend myself, but my efforts don't last long. We wrestle each other, as I try to tip her off of me, but I'm stuck in place where she's holding me. She laughs at my attempt as she grabs both my hands and pins them above me. We're both still breathless from laughing and thrashing about on the bed, as we stare at each other with amusement and love. I couldn't be happier. I smile brightly at her, my shallow breaths starting to return to normal. Then she leans in and kisses me. It starts slow, soft, we're both exhausted from our tickle session, then it grows deeper as we become enthralled by the kiss. She lets go of my hands and I reach up and wrap them into her hair. I love this woman so much and by some miracle she feels the same love for me. Her straddling position on me gets stronger as her hips buck against me. Our tongues engage each others mouths, soft lips collide, as we kiss. Even though we're a married couple, we're making out like teenagers. All sloppy and passionate and wonderful. It brings heat to my core and desire blooms inside of me. I can never get enough of her. Her body holds me in place but it's not enough to keep me from trying to grind against her. So many emotions course through my body, the strongest of all being my love for her.