Unapparent

My Mind Is Too Busy

Him

She rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she talked to me, and I could hear the distraction in her voice. Half of her seemed to want to get something off her mind, and her voice rose as she tried to get me to listen but the other half was too busy pleasuring herself. I ignored her voice and stared down at her, trying to take in every inch of her body as if it wasn't already imprinted on my mind.

I smiled. This was my woman, led in front of me, with her back arching and her eyes closing, her hair tangled around her head. Her mouth was moving but I heard nothing. The dark brunette, with silky skin and small perky breasts, with elegant hips and long shaped legs, with deep set eyes and a pouty mouth. She was with me. I let out a sigh and her eyes widened at me.

"Am I boring you?" she said softly. She smirked at me and rolled over, trying to hide herself by kicking the duvet up with her legs, but it only made it to her thighs. Fortunately.

"You put me in a trance, my love." I replied, as I pushed my hair back off my eyes and sat down on the bed next to her. They always talk about foreplay but to me, afterwards is just as good. When you're talking in the bed and giggling and rolling around like idiots. It was cute with just enough sexy.

"I didn't think my voice had that kind of effect on you." She smirked again and started tracing around my hip with her finger. I reached out and caught her hand, holding it against me. "Your voice is lovely. But I can't concentrate on your voice when you're laid out bare in front of me like this. You should know that by now."

"I suppose so babe. But I'm going to talk to you later when you're not staring at my ass. I need to get this off my mind, or else it's just going to bug me." I looked up, not realising that my eyes had been intently staring at her cheeks since she'd rolled over. My eyes flickered at the clock on the wall and I sighed again, this time in disappointment.

"Baby, I need to start getting ready." I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it softly before setting it down on the mattress and turning towards the wardrobe.

"We are talking about it eventually, I see you ignoring it, every time I bring it up you zone me out. And I really don't know how you can work these shifts, seriously, six in the evening is time to settle down and watch telly, not start work. It's unnatural," she said with a pout. My eyes looked over at her and saw she had the duvet up to her chin, wrapped up in it like a cocoon. I simply shook my head at her and continued getting dressed. "I'll just lie here... alone," she threw her hand across her forehead. "Watching Silence of the Lambs... alone. Eating hershey's kisses... alone." She rolled her eyes dramatically at me, still pouting. I strode back towards her with raised eyebrows.

"Excuse me, if we had hershey's kisses I would've eaten them by now and you know that. And we both know you wouldn't watch that, it's more anything with Dave Franco. So enjoy some alone time babe, and I'll be home before you know it. Have a bubble bath. Get some sleep."

"Maybe I wanna get some more you," she said, and then reached out and grabbed my hips. She began trying to wiggle my trousers down but I took hold of her hands and started kissing them all over, kissing up her arms and around her neck as she tried to bat me away.

"You wouldn't have thought I made you come twice, would you? So greedy. Worse than me." I winked and then walked back to grab my shirt. I began to button it up and saw she'd given up complaining, and nestled herself into the blankets, ignoring my last comment.

She looked so content and comfortable. I wanted so badly to just stop getting changed, strip and snuggle against her in bed. Hold her until she fell asleep. It had been along time since she had fallen asleep in my arms, and she wasn't wrong about all the night shifts being unnatural. I was very tired lately, and they weren't the best but I had no choice and she knew it. I loved my job, I got to save lives and help people and it was something I'd wanted to do for such a long time. Fighting fires was a kids dream and I'd made it real. Plus, I knew that deep down she understood that, because she was perfect like that. She was my perfect. And God, I was so lucky I was with her.