The day had finally come where he'd be able to take her home. It had been so uncomfortable sleeping on the other hospital bed that was brought into the private room for him and while he couldn't wait to get back into his own luxurious bedroom, he was only more than excited because he knew that he was going to have her there with him.
He had asked her if she wanted her own room and she had declined after admitted she was too scared to be alone.
He had answered tons of questions from her concerning the current affairs of the world.
He too had his own questions but he figured he'd just wait till they got home.
"Are you that excited to be leaving here? I mean, you've been smiling since yesterday non stop. Not even when you were going to receive your shots did you stop smiling."
"Not really. I mean yes, I'm happy to have the cuffs off because they hurt a lot and the hospital food is horrible but even so, I'm only so excited because I get to be with you alone." his breath hitches at her comment and he felt himself stiffen. Her statement to her may have been pure but to him, it was a reminder that he was going to go crazy being with a woman he desired and not being able to touch her in the way he wanted.
Oh! What in the world he would give to have her underneath him.
"The doctors are mean but you're good. I only want to be around good people." she completed with a shrug when she saw that he didn't say anything.
She kept her arms around his neck as he carried her bridal style to the car seeing that her legs were too weak from not being in use for a long time.
Swallowing a gulp of guilt, he decided to take her on a long drive rather than going straight home just so she could feel free a little. He hated that she had to be cuffed like a psycho but what he hated more than that was that someone hadn't found her since. He wondered about her neighbors, relatives and friends. He wondered if none of them realized that she was missing.
He wondered what her life would be like from now on. He knew he couldn't keep her just there in his home because, it would only be a matter of time before she got too used to the environment and she'd hate it there because it would become a prison again.
He also knew that she'd hate to go to work with him because she'd say it's boring. She really was a child.
It was only 10 in the evening when they returned from their drive. Seeing as none of them had eaten, they were famished. He offered to show her around the house the next day since it was already late.
He made a quick meal of pasta accompanied with several side dishes and served it on the dining table where she sat, her eyes flickering everywhere with a wide grin on her face.
"You cook?" she asked when her eyes settled on the him.
She unconsciously licked her lips and swallowed a gulp of saliva.
She couldn't ever remember seeing a meal so amazing. She looked at him waiting for him to give her permission to eat. She prayed he would let her eat the meal.
He had seen the pleading look in her eyes to let her eat and he couldn't help the wave of anger towards her father that hit him.
He kept the food in front of her and gave a smile.
"Whenever you're hungry, just get anything you want and eat. My chef will be arriving tomorrow so just tell him what you want. Anything at all and you'll get it. Go on and eat my dear. The food won't eat itself"
She needed no further ado, she dove into the food like a starved animal letting out loud moans in between her swallows. He watched her with a wide smile on his face.
The sad emotion that crossed her face when she realized the food had finished didn't go unnoticed by him.
He took her plate in exchange for his.
"No, you've only had a few spoons. I can't take yours"
"I've been eating these kind of meals everyday, One night of missing it won't kill me, you on the other hand, are very lean and hungry. You were starved for weeks and then you had to eat hospital food for a long long time. You deserve this meal. "
"Thank you. I'll eat it then, you can't take back your words. I'll ask for all that I want to eat"
He let out a loud laugh and gave a soft nod. "Eat up my love."
Getting on his feet, he poured some cereal in a bowl plate and got to the dining table. He also noticed how she looked at it with longing and so, he poured her a small bowl as well.
***
They went upstairs to his room and dropping her on the bed, he went to set a bath water for her.
He added a lot of feminine scenting bubbles and filled the tub with water.
When he got back to the room, he found her on the bed naked laying down and he totally forgot how to breathe. She was making it harder and harder for him. He wanted to take her right there fast and hard but he knew he needed to control his throbbing erect manhood.
Taking a deep breath, he went to her, picked her up and took her to the bathroom.
When he wanted to leave, she called him back and explained how it would save water if he took a shower with her.
He was beginning to believe that she knew the effect she had on him and that she was exploiting it.
He dared not take off his clothes as he stepped into the bathtub. He sat down behind her as she relaxed placing her head on his chest. He noticed a part of her hair was beginning to lose its shade of brown.
He wondered if her hair was really brown in colour.
Taking the shampoo, he made her sit up as he washed her hair. The colour of the water had turned brown in dirt and her hair was looking a bit red.
Taking more shampoo he washed her hair again and again, ignoring the moans she was involuntary making as his fingers massages her scalp for if he didn't, the both of them might as well forget all about showering.
He never neglected his sexual appetite before and now, it's been almost four months since he had been laid and his stupid extremely large appetite wasn't helping.
He made sure his eyes didn't stray to her breasts which were moving in sync as she breathed. He knew he was loosing it.
Finally when he rinsed her her hair he was amazed, he had shiny red hair and he was so tempted to bury his face in it.
"Your hair's red?" He asked, moving his hands to massage the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
"I didn't know it still had that color, all of the sudden it just changed it's color to brown. My mum had the best red hair I had ever seen. They were full and had natural big waves. A lot of times, she would lie on the bed and my dad and I would play with her hair for hours. "
He heard her voice shake at the sound of her father, not in fear but in pain. She obviously missed the man who was her father when her mum was alive.
"My love, don't cry. It pains me to see you cry"
She twisted her body so that she could look at his eyes while sitting down.
"He turned into a monster when she died. I don't know —I have no idea what I did but he became a different person. He never even called me by my name, he never let me see the house. I had no idea where my mum was buried and I couldn't even see her to properly say goodbye." Tears had started pooling in her eyes.
"I wanted to die, I begged him to kill me but he wouldn't do it. He wanted me alive so that he could relive his dark desires over and over again. When I remember who he used to be and who he turned out to be afterwards, all I can do is cry. I don't know what else to do other than to cry. He made me this weak stupid girl who doesn't even how old she is. Tell me, rather than cry, what should I do? " At this point, she was weeping and sobbing so hard he thought she would pass out.
"My love, please calm down. Your breaths are becoming erratic and I'm getting scared" It truly pained him that she had gone through the worse of life and at a very tender age at that. "Come on love, breathe with me." He took in a deep breath and waited for her to follow before he exhaled. He continued this until he was certain she was breathing right.
She gave him a small smile and wiped her own eyes deciding to change the painful subject of her father.
"My mum used to say that people who loved each other usually give themselves nicknames. Is that why you always call me sweet names? You haven't called my name before. Do you know my name? "
"Yes love, I know your name. I just feel like while you were Ruth Pierce you had to suffer a lot. I felt like the name would trigger bad memories. "
"Then I want a new name. What name would you give me?" Nick thought of it for some seconds before he replied.
"Azure. It's the sky blue colour and it's very pretty to look at. It's the colour of your eyes, my love, and it's my favourite colour "
"Azure? It's a pretty name. I like it. "
"Do you know what the colour blue represents? Blue represents both the sky and the sea and it is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, expansiveness, inspiration, and sensitivity. Blue also represents meanings of depth, trust, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, confidence, stability, faith, heaven, and intelligence.
The color blue has positive affects on the mind and the body. As the color of the spirit, it invokes rest and can cause the body to produce chemicals that are calming and exude feelings of tranquility. Blue helps to slow human metabolism, it is cooling in nature and it helps with balance and self-expression."
"I've never called your name before either. Nicholas Corner is it? "
"Yes. You still remember it? "
"I have a sharp memory. I have to give you a nickname then, because I love you too. "
His eyes widened and his breath hitched. He couldn't believe his ears, he didn't know what she meant by 'love'. He had no idea but he wanted it to be the adult love. The same type he felt with her.
"Okay then, give me a nickname Azure. Do you need any help with that? " He asked deciding to ignore that statement.
"Yes, I do." She said as she turned away, leaning her back against his front once again.
"Okay, what do you like the most in this life?"
"It's a person though. His name is Nicholas. " She didn't hesitate to answer.
"Is that Nicholas me per chance? Or is it sparks? " His voice held some amusement.
"It's you Mr Corner."
"I'm glad, but tell me, the second? "
"You. "
"The third?"
"Still you. I like food, music, cleaning and a lot of other stuff but I like you a million times and more before they can be mentioned." She blushed at her own sudden boldness.
"Thanks my love. Let me ask then, what do you like the most about me? "
"Your eyes. They're grey and they were the first things I saw when I woke up."
"I could answer that name for you. The colour grey is a cool, neutral, and balanced color. The color grey is an emotionless, moody color that is typically associated with meanings of formal, conservative, and sophisticated."
"It's a good pair of names. Azure and Grey. I love it....I really love it."