No One But You

“I’ve done the hook and eye,” She pulled her shoulders back. “The beading on the trim is the tricky part, it makes the zip stiff, you need to really yank it up, but gently.”

Did she really need to say stiff and yank in the same sentence?

I cleared my throat as I ran my hands over her soft, warm exposed skin and followed her instructions with the zipper. Pulling the glimmering and shimmering fabric taught over her shoulder blades as the beaded trim framed her back in a diamond that emphasised the sexy dip of her waist on either side.

She twirled around to face me her eyes raking me from my feet to my face, “You like?”

I could think of many other more fitting words than like.

“More than. You look stunning, sweetheart.”

She bit the corner of her lip as the other side of her mouth curved up in a smile.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” She blushed, her breath catching as she pulled my black silk bow tie tighter. “I can’t wait to get back home.”

“We already are home and we don’t have to go anywhere.”

She gave me a light and girly giggle.

“I bet you’d like that, but a promise is a promise and I’m looking forward to spending the night dancing in your arms.”

“When you put it like that—”

She gripped the lapels of my tux jacket and pulled me down to her. Her lips crushing onto mine hungrily as she moaned.

Her teeth sunk down into my bottom lip as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her tongue licking away the pinch of her teeth before tasting mine.

She let out something between a sigh and a groan as my hands squeezed her hips pulling her groin flush with mine. Her fingers tangled and pulled at the barely long enough hair at my nape. The tip of her gold sandals touching the toes of my dress shoes as she rolled onto the balls of her feet, pressing herself closer to me before she pulled away and quickly dropped another kiss on my lips.

“Mmmm, I love the way you taste in general, but after whisky…” She rubbed her fingers over my lips wiping her lipstick off.

She looked up at me again as she shrugged and picked up the small, gold bejewelled bag from the arm of the sofa and started for the door. Her fingers lightly cleaning up around her lips as she hummed the melody to George Michaels’ Faith.

She was happy. I could feel the happiness radiating from her and it was cathartic and contagious.

Quincy

I was treading that thin line between tipsy and not sober. I had that sweet and cosy warmth in my belly as Jamie swayed us to the soft piano melody and the soothing lyrical vocal. His hands splayed on the exposed skin of my back as my fingers twirled and pulled at the hair at his nape. The closeness of our bodies hot and lulling as he twirled us around the packed dance floor. And although I could feel the quick and strong beating of his heart with my own, the peace engulfing me in that moment was precious and beautiful.

The peace offered a certain clarity that came with certitude. A trust and belief that despite all my hang-ups and fears we were meant to be. That there was no one but Jamie that could love me with everything, with their whole being, like the way that I loved him.

I nuzzled closer into the crook of his neck, his woodsy and citrusy, spicy scent that was so clean and comforting making my mouth water. The tidy fuzz on his jaw making my fingers itch to graze along it as his brushed my hair off my face. And as he tilted his face down to press a kiss to my temple all my insides were screaming my love for him.

Jamie had a special way with words. He was capable of talking a daffodil into growing in the snow. But there were moments like this where his silence was pure magic. People say that if you love someone you should tell them every chance you get, but Jamie had taught me different. He didn’t just tell me he loved me every chance he got, he showed me with every innocent and every illicit touch. It didn’t matter whether his touch was intimate or not, it was always reverend and loving. I’d spent my entire life craving that touch and that love, I’d tried to emulate it and imagine it with someone else. I’d even convinced myself at one point that it didn’t exist. It didn’t. Not without him.

I tightened my arms around him, pulling myself as close as physically possible. His heat permeating my own. As I lifted my face to his, my eyes meeting his, I knew with confidence and without doubt that his dreams and wishes were my own.

His bright blue eyes crinkled with a smile that hadn’t yet reached his lips. His hands falling to the top of my bum, his thumbs working small circles at the edge of my velvet dress and occasionally on my exposed skin. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he ate me up with his gaze.

And then the words were out, like they couldn’t bear to stay inside. Like they were far too big for me to contain.

“I’m going to marry you one of these days.”

He bit his bottom lip in a sigh.

“I know,” He said as he nodded, a wide smile splitting his beautiful face. “You just let me know when you’re ready.”

He lowered his face down to mine, his forehead touching mine as one of his arms wrapped around my hips and his other crossed over my shoulder blades his hand gently squeezing my shoulder as he pressed me to him so tightly that my soft curves crushed and flattened to his hard muscles. So tight that my lungs struggled to fill with air, and yet it was bliss.