The next day dawned bright and early.
I did my makeup carefully and was very happy I had paid such close attention to all of Dee's instructions.
I didn't look like I was the victim of all I had been through, which was definitely a bonus.
I didn't know what to wear or what I was in for, but Sam told me jeans and a tee would do for today.
I was still too sore to even think about restrictive jeans, so I wore another pair of black stretch pants, a long tee shirt, one of his hoodies with the company logo on the back of it, a pair of slouchy socks, and some black on black Nike sneakers that had just appeared in my side of the closet.
Didn't I tell y'all?
Our bedroom closet and dressers were magical, things were always going "Poof," and appearing out of nowhere!
He must have had Dee smuggle these kicks yesterday, in her big rolling suitcase.
I had seen her hand him a bag, but I assumed it was something for him.
I didn't expect that everytime someone came over, I be gifted with something.
Although, that DID seem to be what was happening.
We had awoken in the night, me from another terrifyingly real nightmare, one in which Tris had me kidnapped and beaten nearly to death, him from my screams waking him.
As he soothed me, my desire mounted causing us to enjoy another bout of vigorous lovemaking.
Today I couldn't even count on Epsom.
He swore that he wasnt going to touch me sexually for a week!
Yeah, ok we'd see about that!
I was like a nympho with this man.
I couldn't get enough.
I tried in vain to keep my winces from his vision, but he saw them anyway.
He'd told me that I wasn't under any obligation to have sex whenever he wanted it, that if I wasn't up to it, I could just say no.
That he would never get mad at me for it.
I couldn't tell him that this was something I hadn't enjoyed for awhile. That Tris never cared if I wasn't up to it or if I was too sore.
When I was too sore from Tris it probably was because he'd whipped my ass.
And of course, Tris didn't have the equipment to make me tender, while Sam, well, you get the idea.
Speaking of Sam, he emerged from the bedroom and entered the bathroom wearing navy coveralls and a pair of well worn steel toe Timberland work boots.
I could see a white wife beater peeking out where he had left the collar open, and one of my passion marks on his neck.
While he could've easily done up the buttons to the collar and covered it, he'd opted to let it show.
Gosh, the little things like this, were just one of the millions of reasons I loved him so.
He smiled at me, brushed his teeth, gargled with mouthwash, spat into the sink, rinsed his mouth out with plain water and then kissed me so tenderly I almost cried.
Again.
I saw him zero in on where he knew my bruised areas were and told me that I had done a good job with covering them.
He looked angry out of nowhere, and I asked if he was mad at me.
He looked confused and said calmly, "Nah I ain't mad atcha baby.
It's just everytime I look at where I know they at, I get mad all over again
So, if you could just take my mind off of it, that would help"
I promptly turned around and offered him myself without speaking, then caught a glance in the mirror.
A mirror that he'd lowered since he'd walked in on me standing on the toilet seat to do my hair a few days ago and had cracked up laughing at me.
He said that I shouldn't have to get upon the toilet to see myself
Thoughtful of him.
I never saw anyone looking so conflicted, ever.
I saw him bite down on his lower lip, and the face he made was so sexy to me
Like he wanted me, I could see the longing, but he knew what his edict had been last night.
I gave him my smirk as he turned me around slowly, picked me up and set me on the sink all without breaking eye contact.
He just held me close and kissed me some more until I thought I'd just combust.
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