The wind was blowing her shoulder length hair around. She finally decided to tie it up for now, even though she had spent all morning combing and straightening it. She knew he wouldn't care but it still seemed like a lot of work down the drain. She sighed and checked her make up one last time in a store front window before turning at the street corner and walking onto Main Street.
Before they had gotten married, she always assumed New York was a crazy, bustling city with more people and cars and street signs than anything she'd ever seen before. She was right, but didn't realize that the New York you saw in movies was only a very small portion of it. Her husband had come from a small little town in the state of New York and every year for thanksgiving they came back to spend thanks giving with his family. That was their tradition, and she loved everything about it. Almost as much as she loved everything about him.
It had been almost 7 years since they'd been together. Their relationship wasn't perfect, but she loved it none the less. They had both changed over the years, but when they were together it always felt like their first night together. New and exciting, full of love and life. She wanted that now, no, she needed that now.
The war had come swiftly, taking him away in a whirlwind of anguish and tears. She had fought tooth and nail to keep him home, safe in her arms but there was nothing she could do. The invading forces were pushed back, but with the country being so frightened, they were forced to counter attack and that meant shipping the troops off. She had been alone since he had left, as faithful as a wife could be.
This was her husband's second tour of duty and it had been difficult on her. He wrote to her every week but it just wasn't enough, she needed to be held by him, to feel his warm, strong hands around her waist, and chest and neck... She shook herself out of the memory. Totally forgetting she was standing on street corner, not in her bedroom. She smirked to herself, thinking about what might happen tonight when she finally saw him.
She made her way into the grocery store to pick up some extra things for dinner tonight at her in-law's house. She finished that up pretty quickly, but the butterflies she had in her belly just wouldn't go away. It was decided that her husband would get a ride to their hotel room tonight, before they went on their way to his mother's house. That was about an hour away now and she was almost shaking with excitement.
She got into the car and drove back to the hotel room she was staying in. She didn't need a hotel room, her mother in law was more than willing to have her sleep there, but she had something else in mind that required as much alone time as possible.
She put away the groceries, and began to change her outfit. She undressed slowly and methodically, concentrating on the movements to keep her mind off her husband. And his long limbs, covered from head to toe in dark, intimidating tattoos. The muscle in his chest flexing under her slender hands, his stomach that had grown a little since they'd met, that she still found irresistible, and farther below that... she shook herself back to reality again.
"Damnit Beth, get it together. He's just a man, not a god." She said, as though she really believed it. Even if he wasn't a god, he was her king and she'd die for him as he would for her.
She stood in front of the mirror, completely naked and looked herself up and down. She turned from side to side, wondering if he would like what he saw. He swore to her in every letter that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, but she had trouble believing him. She knew he would be satisfied, she never had a problem with that, but it had been so long she wanted to be sure she would rock his world the way she did so long ago.
She sighed softly to herself, remembering one night a few years ago before the war. They had been on vacation to Hawaii and their hotel room had been warm and quiet like this one now. She sat back on the bed reminiscing on what a good time they had. She laughed to herself remembering the second night when they hadn't gotten out of bed until the next night. She had never felt so good in her life. She gently bit her lip thinking about it. She thought about the details, about the smell of the sheets, and her husbands broad chest on top of her. She thought about the way his huge hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned her down, or the way they occasionally spanked her from behind.
