She started to mutter something until I stood in front of her, tilted her chin to look up. “Be a good girl and tell me.”
She tossed her head back and forth, choosing her words very carefully. She stood up slowly, keeping solid eye contact with me. Her hands started to reveal how hard of a day it was. Amelia started to pull down her shorts and lift her shirt.
My eyes followed her movements seeing her delicate tattooed skin itching to be caressed but revealing the discoloration forming around her hip down to her upper thigh. She was a klutz sometimes, and I knew the other reasoning had not shown his face in a long while. She winced as my hands softly touched the bruising.
“What the fuck happened?” My voice was firm but calm.
“The life of a nurse? The side effects of the medical care system? I wasn’t watching where I was going? Patient was a little more volatile than normal? I mean, take your pick.”
I sank to my knees, preferring to see it at a better vantage point. At least that’s what I told myself instead of my cock thinking of a different reason.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
I pressed a tender kiss on her skin, she whimpered either from pleasure or the slight pain.
“My brave girl,” I soothed her.
She disagreed, as usual. “Nothing brave about it. It’s the hazard of the job. Patient came in and ended up needing restraints, and security wasn’t quick enough. The patient and I collided against some medical equipment. Jennie and Dr. Andres came to help, trying to control the situation. I didn’t feelanything until an hour later and it hurt like a bitch. I mean, what do you want me to do? Wear bubble wrap or something? I can’t always be protected.” She started to rattle on and on.
I started to stand up, scooping her up and splaying her on my lap on the couch. “Easy, tiger. I’m not saying it was your fault.” I kissed her. “I’m just wanting to know what happened and how I can take care of you.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just out of sorts. Think everything felt like it was crashing down. I just…” she started to say, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, playing with the strands of hair falling from the loose bun. Her fingers tickled the stands of hair. “I just needed to see you and guess now I need to take care of you.” Her smile started to reappear.
“I guess we need to take care of each other, huh?”
“Maybe.” She laid her head on my shoulder, nuzzling close into my neck. I just held her, like time was stopping for us.
These were moments that mattered to me, the moments that all the walls came crumbling down, where there was no mask to wear hiding who we truly were. The warmth of her skin, her even breaths on my skin, her heart thumping strong against me. We were in our own world, and nothing else mattered.
It was those moments that it was just her and me. No ex lingering around, no threats warning us that it would never work, and even no one keeping us apart. This was love, this was comfort, this was home.
I adjusted us to lay down. I had no intention of sleeping, but it was that comfort that could lure into a deep sleep. Amelia clung onto me, latching on to the last hope. I knew she was worried, hell everyone was, but she was more afraid of losing me, losing what we had built for a long time. I never wanted to see her cry. She would never lose me, I would never turn my back on her.
I kissed the top of her head. My fingers trailed along her back in lazy circles. She felt so warm and comfortable.
“As much as I would love to stay here and have your body clinging on to me like a lifeline, I need to shower.” I tried to wiggle to get her attention.
She groaned. “No, you’re too comfy.” She lifted her head, resting her chin on my chest. “Can we go to the studio?”
“The studio?” I brushed her hair out of her face.
“We can pick up a pizza, with extra cheese, and that garlic sauce that I like, and just be in the studio.”
“Why the studio?”
“I feel like both of us need to step away from the real world and have a moment for ourselves. Please? You said you’d take care of me, and I know I could take care of you.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Would you believe me if I said I’m a little horny right now? Maybe I just want to get lost in something orsomeoneelse.”
A wicked grin spread across my face. “Give me five minutes and we’ll go.”
I knew she was insatiable, but never in my wildest dream did I anticipate that she would be a little vixen at every turn.
In a matter of moments, I fulfilled her wish, food to fill her belly, a break from reality, and a cock that was begging to fill her tight cunt.
She sat in the loveseat I had added to the studio, watching me as I worked on a piece that had been sitting in a corner unfinished. 80s- rock played softly in the background. This was our world away from everything, sharing with her felt natural.
