Snippet #1949371

Chester's watch beeped incessantly, annoying him greatly but also making him very aware that their honeymoon was over. However, they still had a few minutes in the luxurious bed and breakfast. He looked down at the soft hand that had been gingerly placed there. Fingers slightly curled, twinging in her sleep. He smiled, watching the 'twitch' that always told him that she was always in a deep sleep. Even as newly weds, he knew things about this wonderful woman--that few other men would have learned over a lifetime and even fewer would even try to learn at all. He remembered the first day he asked her out, and in a playful but pompous way she asked him what made him so special. What made him so different. Why should she even given him a chance. That is exactly what he told her, give or take a few adjectives.

In a way, he was being pompous, and arrogant himself--but it was never arrogance if one stood by his words. He had learned so much about her since high school. Ticklish spots. Tender spots that sent her nerves trembling. Areas that made her knees buckle and her whine with wanton anticipation. But there were also things that he learned, like how he could see when she was truly hurting, hurting in a way that she needed to be supported even if she were wrong because she was scared of the outcome. That look in her starlit eyes that tried to search through his own for the answer to the question if he would be mad about what she had done or was going to say. Yet he couldn't lie to her, but what he could do was assure her it was going to be okay and give her the confidence to speak her mind or do as her heart had convicted her to do.

Chester knew, without a doubt that she was loyal to him. She would never jeopardize his love and his warmth. Just because they disagreed on something, never meant that at the end of the night they didn't say I love you, or make love like it meant something--it did. He placed his hand on her hand, tucking his fingerings in between her parted thumb. He now was holding her hand in her sleep, stroking her small knuckles with his thumb back and forth very sweetly. His head turned and he watched as his wife--such a new word to him, a word he would never tire of--slept peacefully on his collarbone.

With each peaceful, slow inhale she very lightly snored. He smiled broadly, just quietly listening to her almost child like demeanor. His eyes catching the shadows fading into the light as the sun broke above the hill crest outside the romantic retreat. He could feel her bare thigh against his own, and he could not help but admire her body--naked and bare and pressed up against his own. It was starting to become too good of a situation as he could most certainly feel lingering hormones and appetites beginning to stir. The warmth off her body was incredible, but he was her sun. He had seen her lay naked beside him--rather intentionally to tease him or to get the point across he still wasn't sure yet--and sweat when he huddled near her at her request.

But God how he admired and betrothed every part of her. His wife.