Still Waters Run Deep

Chapter 5: Shattered

Chapter 5:

Shattered

Ali tried to shake herself out of her daze. Water was cascading down her face. She blinked to clear her vision and then reached up and wiped her eyes. She ran her damp fingers across her cheeks and sighed, staring at the wall. It still hadn't fully hit her yet.

Thirteen years.

They'd been married for thirteen years. Thirteen years of waking up next to the woman she loved. Thirteen years of meaningful kisses, sensual touches, 'I love yous', making love. Thirteen years of knowing that no matter how scary things were in life, they had each other and their beautiful children. Her perfect family. She loved them.

After she'd gotten off the phone with Emily she'd hopped in the shower to get ready. Now her eyes were fixed on the tiles of her shower wall, her mind drifting to the way Emily had made her feel that morning. Hell, not just that morning. Every morning since she'd met her. She closed her eyes and sighed in satisfaction as she thought about Emily's soft touch.

She could practically still feel Emily's warm hands on her body, her fingers working out every ounce of tension that existed within her. She could still feel the way those fingers had taken her breath away more than once, how the fingers of one hand delicately caressed her cheek while the fingers of the other were working between her legs, building her up until she felt like she was flying. Those fingers were the perfect fit. Emily was the perfect fit. And she couldn't wait to wrap her arms around her and taste her lips again. Thirteen years of marriage, and they were still going strong. She smiled to herself.

She reached forward and twisted the handles to turn the water off and then reached out of the shower to grab a towel. She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped into the steamy bathroom, wiping the fog from the mirror. She smiled. Her wife was going to be home soon.

Wife.

She still loved saying it. She loved thinking it. She looked at the large dopey grin on her face, her reflection staring back at her. Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were flushed. She felt like a sixteen year old in love.

She quickly dried her hair and got dressed. She'd had her outfit picked out for weeks. She knew it was one of Emily's favorites. She also knew it would drive her mad while they sat at dinner making small-talk while all Emily would be doing would be picturing ripping the outfit off and getting to the gift of her body below. She got ready in record time, mostly because she thought the quicker she finished, the faster time would go, and they would be back in their bedroom in no time. She had just finished putting on her lipstick when she heard the doorbell ring.

Jett woofed at the noise, but he didn't full on bark. His body was rigid and his tail was sticking straight out. Ali looked at the dog and laughed. He was always so alert when the bell rang, and then he always got distracted by something else two seconds later.

She walked by him and towards the door. He grabbed his toy monkey off of the ground and trailed next to her wagging his tail, squeezing the toy, eliciting a very annoying noise out of it. She knew Grace bought it to annoy her, because she saw how much she hated it the store. She had to remember to ground that child for getting the damn squeaky toy, or to stop giving her an allowance.

Of course, Grace would probably still find a way to make annoying purchases. She loved to buy Jett the loudest toys she could find. It was just like Emily buying the girls a stupid Singing Puppy toy when they were little. Sometimes she'd hear that annoying stuffed animal go off in the middle of the night and scowl at her grinning wife. She'd tried to throw it away one time, but it started singing in the garbage can and Grace dumped trash all over the place to get it out. Lately, just to screw with Ali, Emily and Grace had been joking about buying a drum set. Ali threatened Emily under the penalty of complete abstinence if she actually went through with it. Emily did not like the idea of no sex.