You're the one I .... adore??.....

lily.... wife..

I starred at Lily, she was awake, her eyes begging me to belive her, tears quitely rolling down the side of her face, her pretty nose and ears had turned red and she was clutching her duvet with one hand, right upto her face and the other was on my knee, soft yet hot, the pressure saying that she wanted me to believe her.

"Lily? When did you get up princess?" I whispered and she let out a tiny sob. "I heard everything. Please don't think I am mad. Tell me, please. Do you think I am mad? Or perhaps and attention seeker?" She looked so innocent, so dman vulnerable and totally hurt. She was breaking my heart, shattering it. Or perhaps I was simply facing her shattered heart and damn it hurt.

"Lily, you are none of these, please, I don't think you are mad." I begged and then, knowing that I couldn't go on, I looked up at my sister and beseeched her," Can I please talk to her alone?" I don't know, for a second the indecision on her face as she looked at me and then worridly at her daughter, then she simply kissed the top of her head, then mine and left, wordlessly.

I sighed in relief and took a long breath, wondering how best to say what I wanted to say, or rather what was really more impportant to be said, or perhaps where I should start. No, maybe I shouldn't tell her everything, I wondered, then shaking my head I felt that she was big enough to understand what I wanted to say to her, after all she was now my wife, she was entitled to. That thought startled me, Wife!

"ahem, ahem." she cleared her throat and "I hate you." 

"What! Lily! No please" I begged but she shook her head and gently cried. "They weren't dreams, they happened, all of them. I know they did, so don't lie to me. Now leave." She whispered, hoarsly and I could only stare and then I lost my patience, I wanted to shake her, to make her look at me, but she looked so fragile, I was scared to touch her, so I did the first thing that  came to my mind, I braced myself on my arms and hovered over her for a second, looking deep into her eyes before kissing her soft lips with as much as love as I could possibly give her in that one kiss without scaring her or loosing my control. At first I had to coax her, gently force her to open her lips, but as she too got caught in our passion, she would her arms around my and splayed her fingers in my hair as she tried to pull me close. Her small moans, her soft mewling little sounds was turning me on, hard and fast. If I didn't stop, I knew I would be taking her there and then, to our great pleassure though, but she was my niece!

Forcing myself to stop, I pulled back, "Babe, we have to talk. Please,"I whispered, still hovering over her, my chest still lightly brushing with her, I couldn't bring myself to break this contact. Her arms were still around me, still trying to pull me close, she nodded, but didn't let go. I pulled up, pulling her with me. Then I moved, sitting next to her, propping her and myself on her many pillows. Naughtily, I took the liberty of snuggling in with her under the duvet, she let me, with a shy smile and my heart totally melted. I put an arm around her and pulled her close, she lay her head on my chest and for the first time inlife, I felt as if I was home, Truly home, SHe was my home. I kissed the top of her head and lay the other hand on her tummy, She smiled at me and interlaced our fingers, resting them on her belly and she placed her other hand on my face, her finger lightly tracing an old scar, a scar so fine that a naked eye wouldn't be able to spot it, but she knew where it was. my heart skipped a beat.

"I know how you got this one. My face burnt for hours that night, It was a fierce knife fight right, under the full moon, in the desert." She whispered as her eyes bore into mine and I felt sweat beading my forehead and I think I could hear the thudding of my heart. How had she known? How had she seen and felt exactly what I had seen? The knife had been sharp, very sharp and my face had burned for hours as the bedouin chief forced me to sit still as his wise doctor stitched me up and poured potion on potion down my throat and into my face.

"Lily, yes, you are right, it had been just like how you just described it, but the burn was because I was being treated with herbs and potent potions available to the wise doctor at that moment in the desert." I explained still trying to phantom this mystry, this woman and her knowledge.

"Why didn't you come home Liam?" She whispered and I could hear the silent accusation,, the pain, the hours she spent worrying and waiting in that tremble in her voice and it hurt, I felt so small, like a piece of shit. 

"You know why Lily," I whispered, "You saw everything. I couldn't come home till it wasn't safe to return baby." I whispered, hoping her visions would ensire that I didn't have to blurt out all those awful memories.She nodded and hugged me close, pulling my face down she kissed me cheek and ruffled my hair with such gentleness that I almot choked with emotions and burried my face in her hair as my arms tightened around her. My wife was such an amazing person, I felt my heart say and suddenly my brain yelled"SHUT UP! SHE'S YOUR NIECE!" I jerked back as if electracuted and that made her jump as well, "Liam?" She asked tentatively and I starred into those wild, scarred eyes as my heart plumpeted, 

Why?? Oh Why was this happening to me! What had I done to deserve this punishment! My wife, my, well this special lady turned out to be my niece! Evertime I wanted to make love to her I had to stop my self! What was I going to do!!

 I tried, honestly tried but those eyes, those beautiful loving eyes were starring at me with so much love that my heart simply melted. I jumped out of the bed and ran towards the door and as softly as possible, and then ensuring that no one was around, I shut it and locked it. Then, grinning like a horny teen, I ran back to my little princess. She was shaking with laughter now. Man! Her laughter simply makes me mad.

I joined her in bed and snuggled close. Her hand on my chest, her body in my arms, her eyes starring into mine.... It all felt so damn right, so complete. Before my inner voice put an hold to any of my loving plans, I pulled her close and kissed her hard. Her lips tasted like heaven, sweet as honey and as soft as rose petals.Her soft moans filled me up with a desire that rocked me to my core.

Her hands were everywhere, my face, my back, my chest. My hands too were enjoying themselves, her soft supple body was a feast to my senses. I felt alive, I was filled with a sense of completion, one similar to our  wedding night. Never before had I experienced desire at its zenith.

"Lily, I need you.. Please baby, can you.. please?" I groaned in need, I needed her now else I would surely die. She nodded and pulled me closer. Her hands went to my jeans and mine went to hers. She understood my need, her eyes showed it matched her own. She freed me as I pulled her out of her jeans. Damn this tight skinny stuff my wife favours, its so difficult to pull them off! Bet it was designed by some over protective father!

 With great effort and trying to be as quite as a pair of church mice, we undressed as little as possible, neither wanting to waste any time.Soon, she was guiding me into her warmth as I tried to control myself, she seemed hell bent on breaking the already tightly held-by-the- thread control.

I was in heaven, inside heaven, on top of it, above it. As I lay there with Lily's arms around me, I knew I would give anything to have my wife in my arms like this, always like this. "Liam," Lily whispered softly. "Ya baby?" I asked as I licked the shell of her ear. "Umm.. I.. Liam, I'm being crushed." She breathed out and I couldn't help but laugh at her. "I'm so sorry love, here, now you can crsuh me." I flipped us over and lay her on me. She draped herself on my chest and sighed.

We cuddled some more. I was still inside her. I couldn't bring myself to break our connection, to let go of her, so I selfishly lay there, in her arms, inside her as I played with her hair. All I knew in that moment was that I was home. Finally home, home in my wife's arms.

"Liam?? Lilly?? Can I come in honey?" Amara knocked on the door as she called out to us...........