Tattoo My Soul

Episode 2 - Bathroom scene

*Aslan's POV*

I can't take it anymore. That's pure torture. She's always so close yet so far. These little games make me unable to stop believing that the woman I love is still there. We used to tease each other all the time before and seeing it just happens again makes me feel more things than I can explain. The sound of her  heels  clapping in front of me drives me insane. But, I won't tolerate any of this anymore.  As I enter the appartment I hear her humming to herself and I stay frozen. "Say my name" by  Destiny's Child. She used to do that as she cooked dinner in the afternoon while waiting for me to come home from work. I would always tease her about it. Always told her calling her by her name seemed too cold for someone as close to her as I was. I know she remembers. I know it. She just doesn't realize it. 

I stand just outside the bathroom where I see my girl putting on more lipstick. Her signature red garnet lipstick I could never get enough of. I let  my presence get noticed by the loud noise of the closing door behind me and I am not losing any further moment. She immediately reacts putting both her hands behind her on the furniture.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing here. Slap me if you must."

And with that phrase I slam my lips on hers. God knows I've been craving for her forever. She responds immediately and her hands find their way to my hair.  Pulling hard on them I bite her lower lip as she moans in my mouth.  Her body was on fire as she took off her jacket  inviting me to explore her  already familiar body . I was so curious to find out whether her likings were still the same as before so I was eager to try everything that made her weak to her knees for me.

With that thought I moved to her neck.  That spot  collinearly with her  right ear, just in the center of her neck. Sharply inhaling and holding on to my biceps she just prooves my thoughts. Her weak spots hadn't changed a bit. Along with my tongue attacking her, I bite her hard before sucking  on the delecate skin. Her moans becoming louder with every next move of mine as  I pull her body closer to mine.

With a swift motion, I lift her hips up and put her on the furniture. She immediately wraps both legs around my waist and pulls me closer to her.

"Aslan-"

Fuck, the way she moans my name drives me crazy. She slips one hand on my chest and starts getting lower. My  heart is about to explode right now, that's for sure. I am rock hard for her and she  has only  just touched my body. 

She gasps in surprise seeing me so  hungry for her and breaks our kiss to look at me sternly. Both of us breathing heavily, our faces just inches away.  I notice a little smirk appearing on her face as she pushes me backwards to free herself from me. I am just standing, watching as she's sitting herself on the edge of the furniture, her eyes never leaving mine. She smiles at me and just as I am about to kiss her again, she stops me and pushes me one more time. This time my body hits the wall and as soon as I am about to ask her why she's stopping me she leaves me speechless with her confidence.

"That's not how we'll play, Aslan. You're not the one in charge." 

She whispers while taking a few steps towards me, seductively moving her hips to each side as she walks. Her head tilting left, her smirk never leaving her face, her eyebrow raised. I could feel my cock twitching already, FUCK. She stops right in front of me and holds her pointer up.

"You know it's really rude to do such a thing, Mr. McRae."

As she continues to whisper, she looks up at me with an innocent look while her pointer is moving down my chest. Slowly getting closer to my length while her tongue teases my right earlob. God-. I shut my eyes closed as my head falls back and I rest my hands on her ass, gently squizing it. She never stops moaning softly as she moves her lips to my neck. I love how soft her full lips feel against me. Hell, I love everything about her. Suddenly I realize how far down her hand has traveled as  she's unbuttoning my belt. 

"Harlow wait-"

"What's wrong?"

She answers but she doesn't stop undoing my pants nor kissing my neck. I sigh and take her wrists to my hands, bringing them closer to my face. She looks up at me with a really confused look; damn, I can't even look at her when she's giving me this look. It's already hard denying her.

"Is everything okay?"

She asks with a concerned expression forming on her beautiful face. I am going to regret this so much later but I don't want her to get the idea that this is just physical.

"I want to do it right."

"I want to get to know you first."

"I want you to get to know me first."

"I don't want this to be just physical."

"It doesn't have to be."

"And, for me at least, it isn't ."

"It isn't for me either I just don't like words."

"I want to prove it to you."

"I want to give you what you deserve."

"I don't want to rush anything, nor do I want to take anything slower."

"I want this to flow naturally."

She now had her hands on the back of my head slowly caressing my neck with her maroon nails. The confusion and concern were now replaced with softness and understanding while my hands were slowly caressing her back. I loved that about her. She could just listen to me and  look right through me. Whatever I would say, she never took it wrong and always tried to see through my eyes and point of view. Of course we had fights, ours ups and downs. But we always found a way back to each other. Many women would be questioning this sudden change of behavior. But she didn't. She just looked into my eyes with her caring, warm smile and I have no idea how I held myself back to tell her I love her right at that moment. I don't care about what the doctors say. I am not trying to make her remember who she was before the accident but I made a promise on our wedding day. To love, care for her and protect her until death do us apart. To stand by her and support her. And even if for some reason God was testing our relationship with Harlow's memory loss, I was damn ready to prove to him just how much I didn't care for any obstacle. She's my sweetheart. My woman. My wife. And I ain't going anywhere far from her.

"I think it's better we get back up."

"The girls have already put a bet on us"

We both shared a laugh and after smiling to me once again, I kissed her for one last time before she headed out of the appartment leaving me alone with a grin on my face. I was going to get my girl back. And no one could stop me.