The Waves

A True Godess...Fully & Sinfully Perfect

Tamara woke feeling her body suddenly drop. She fluttered her eyes open and met Call's stormy ones with her lidded ones, realizing she woke because Call transitioned from his position with her laying in bed to one sitting in front of her on the bed. Call spoke smoothly with a slight smile,
"Shh, it's late. Go back to sleep." She propped herself on her elbow,
"Are you leaving," she asked through a whisper, furrowing her eyebrows. He put his hand to her face with tenderness sending electricity through her bloodstream.
"I'll be right back. I promise," he said genuinely. She wanted to keep refusing to let him leave her. Scared for both him and herself.
"Be safe," she whispered. Her tone allowing a meaningful message yet her heavy eyelids betraying her by barely staying open.  He put his other hand to her other cheek and warmly kissed her head, letting it linger for a moment.

Little did she know, he was headed to town. His plan was to buy her food and make her breakfast, deciding to leave her only because of the security guards.  When he returned and finally finished making the breakfast, he met Tamara with a tray of smoothies, breakfast burritos, tea, orange juice, French toast etc. He'd never been so thankful for his dad forcing him to cook all those mornings.

When Call finished, he walked to the guest room between him and Tamara's. He set the tray on the nightstand beside her and sat on the fresh white sheets and plush white comforter of their guest room. He took off his hoodie earlier leaving him in nothing but his grey Nike Modern Joggers, and Calvin Klein socks.  She started rustling and before softly moaning twice and fluttering her eyes open which was the best part of Call's mornings. She smiled adorably after closing her eyes once more which Call returned warmly.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," he said genuinely. She was wearing her perfectly messy bun and and oversized men's dress shirt which she claimed was simply comfortably with black leggings which looked customized to her body shape, finessing all of her curves yet she still sarcastically scoffed beginning to say,
"As if." She started to say which turned into a mutter when she saw the food. Her mouth literally began to water. " You did not," she said with a grin from ear to ear.
"I didn't, this is mine," he said with a straight face although she knew he was being sarcastic so she returned the sarcasm.

"Fine!" She got up immediately and dramatically. Hilarious struggling to get the huge comforter off of her resulting in the her shit being lifted, revealing her flat toned abs when she was finally successful. She started heading out when he rapped his arms around her from behind which she saw coming due to the familiar sound of his leg limping which she never really minded. She tried to get through him and break out of his gasp but he lowered his arms to her hips and lifted her, carrying her while levitating back to the bed as she kicked, squealed and giggled. After giggles and playful nibbles, she took a few breathes before meeting his eyes.

       " You're too sweet ," she softly said, levitating under him in a position equivalent to the one they would've been in if they where on the bed.
      "How could I resist," he said. She couldn't tell whether it was genuine or not. She couldn't tell whether he would believe her if she genuinely said 'I love you' or not she thought through kisses.  But if anyone new anything, she hated waiting, mostly after having to wait for years to see Call.  So while he was absently holding her while kissing her neck she said in that innocent voice of hers,
"I love you Call." He stopped kissing. "And it's not like I expect you to answer or anything it's just... I really want to make sure you know that." He met her eyes with the most wildest grin she'd ever seen on someone.
"I love you more." Classic Tamara was quick to respond,
"No you don't." He furrowed his eyebrows in that way Tamara loved,
"Why not,"
"Because I love you like infinity times infinity to the infiniteth power with a little infinity on top," he laughed.
"Is that so?" He asked. She nodded confidently and stubbornly. Her parents always swore her stubbornness is her only flaw when they where giving her lectures but she only tried to not laugh while thinking stubbornness is what her parents always said got them to the top, ultimately making their statement miserably hypocritical. Yet Call never liked arguing so he just smiled and started kissing her again, yet in only a few seconds, she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck while he said in a deep, tone, "I love you more." They playfully wen't on and on like this with some playful nibbles and kisses along the way until Tamara finally said,

"Call, I love you to the farthest galaxy and back, truly,and there's 100 billion of them." For some reason, that meant more to Call than her whole infinity equation. It seemed more genuine, in her calm, seductive tone which lingered on each of her words a bit for the perfect amount of time. She loved him to the farthest galaxy and back. What more could he ask of life other than for this to never end. But as he'd grown to discover repeatedly, life throws cruely unexpected things at you mercilessly while giving sweet things every now and then to keep your head above water. Yet he knew, just as confidently as he knew he loved Tamara, that she was by far, in fact by 'galaxies' the best thing the universe had ever thrown on earth. She was was sinfully beautiful. He knew that them being so perfect together was destined by the cosmos like he knew his own name which Tamara had convinced him was Callum Hunt all those years ago when he was at such a low point he began to believe it was Constantine Madden. And with all of that in mind, Call kissed her like knowing that just because they where undeniably perfect together didn't mean they'd end up together. As no one would be able to say from better experience than Call, life was simply un-understandably cruel like that. And to that Tamara responded as if there was a message sent through her their touch. The moment wasn't even explainable, not even capable to be reminisced on in the future due to how real and present it was. So instead, when Call was laying in his bed, or doing homework or at their pond alone, he'd only be able to describe the moment by describing her. The delight, enjoyment, and playfulness that comes with warm rain, the coziness found under plush bedding layered over the sexiness of silk. But if Call where to put what he saw in her as simply as possible, without hesitation, he'd grin to himself at the thought of her and respond by saying so softly and smoothly as if he couldn't believe it himself yet knew it as surely as he knew their love was real that she was a true goddess...fully and sinfully perfect.