Never A Saint (COMPLETE)

Thirty-One: Danika Morseti

Me and My Husband- Mitski

He bathed me, caring for me with kindness that I wouldn't expect to come from him.

He cleaned me completely, taking me from the bath and dressing me as he laid us in bed and handed me tortellini with a lot of mozzarella.

And a glass of peach white wine.

"Three glasses max." He said.

"Thank you." I sipped it and hummed.

Eating his homemade cooking after something that intense is probably the best thing ever.

He was gone for a while as I put on Corpse Bride.

He came into the room, hair and body dripping water with a towel around his waist and I reconsidered being tapped out.

"Wait." I said before he walked into the closet and he paused, turning to face me.

I motion for him to move toward me.

He did and I reached out, touching his body although his abdomen was covered in the skin bandaging from the shop.

I touched over the throbbing, popped out veins over his groin that the towel hadn't covered right.

He reached out, damp hand cupping my chin.

"My baby, relax. You're tired. I'm gonna get dressed and come be with you." He said.

That stopped nothing as I ran my hand up his abs and over his chest.

He grabbed my wrist.

I frowned.

"Don't pout."

"Don't tell me what to do." I whispered as he gripped my hand harder.

"It's too late for that statement, love. You're in my house, in my bed, freshly done from letting me use your body to please my own. And you wear my ring and last name. So let's not use those words against me again alright?" He smiled sweetly.

"Okay." I mumbled.

"That's my girl." He went into the closet and I took a heavy breath, reconsidering the last 4 hours.

Fucking hell.

-10 Years Later-

"I hate that fucking cat." He glared at Pheobe.

"Why?" I frowned, petting her.

"We should've never gotten her."

"What? Where's this coming from? This is my gift for being unable to be a mom. I'm a cat mom."

"You're my wife. She's stealing you. You like her more than me."

"Kind of." I nodded.

He grabbed my throat and kissed me.

"Fuck you."

"You did this morning." I grinned.

"Ass. But I'll do it again." He stood from the couch.

"But I'm holding the cat."

He mumbled curses going to the kitchen.

I smiled, petting the small grey cat in my lap.

"He doesn't understand our relationship, Pheobs." I sighed.

She purred, nuzzling her head into my hand for more pets.

"Needy Pheobe." I squeezed her with all my aggression and love combined without a force that could actually hurt.

"Dinner. Let the cat go!" He said.

"No!" I stood, holding her as we went to the table.

"I swear to fuck if I get fur inside my food."

"Don't be such a baby!" I held her closer to me.

"Sit with me." He said and I did, the chair beside him.

He took the cat, placing her down softly, pulling my chair even closer.

"You have so many greys." I played with his beard and he sighed.

"I know. Good think I got you in my prime." He winked.

"Mmmm prime is a stretch. I was forced into this."

"And you're still here, letting me have you as I please, still obeying me. This isn't just my fault."

"I know." I sighed.

Pheobe jumped onto his lap.

She loved him.

He glared at her but was never rude. He actually loved on her when I wasn't around or when he thought I couldn't see.

"She loves you."

"Yeah yeah." He rolled his eyes.

"I love you." I smiled.

"I love you, my rose."