Loved Anew - A Tattooed Brides Short Story

I remember the day, she walked into the clinic for her evaluation. I remember thinking, wow is she beautiful. But I also got an overwhelming sense of her strength. I knew she would beat whatever it was that brought her into the cancer treatment center, and I wanted to be a part of it. Not only her journey through beating it, but I needed to be close to her. To breath in her spirit. To interlock ours together so her soul knew it wasn’t alone. I wanted her very essence to know she was protected and cared for. I began trying to find out everything I could about her. Including her case. I was determined to be put on her case. I went so far as to bribe my charge nurse who doles out the assignments with a pair of floor seats, behind the ice to the Blackhawks game that Christmas when she went home.

Once I was assigned to her case, I set about making sure she had everything she needed. I have been in this career for ten years. I have helped numerous women and men through their ordeal. I believe in what I do. Have known this was my destiny since my own mom went through this and I watched as her nurse kept her alive with dedication and love. I told myself no matter how ‘unmanly’ people might find this line of work; it was what I was going to dedicate my life to doing.

It wasn’t until she walked into the hospital, that I felt complete. It was more than just helping her. My future had just walked in and it was my job to make sure she made it to the finish line. I learned everything there was to know about her in the year we spent together. I learned her family was all gone except for her little sister who lived in the same town as her with three kids. I learned I was ten years older than her. She is 28. I learned she loves hockey but hates all other sports and that her favorite color is blue. Among other things. I told her all about me as well. My goal was to get the courting over with. Though we couldn’t date conventionally, for me this counted. Could it be helped if she wasn’t informed? The point is, when she was recovered and discharged, and I knew with everything in me she would be, I was not going to waste another second letting her know she was mine and where this was headed.

So, as I walk up to her front door, there is no nervousness or reticence. On the contrary. I feel quite calm and at peace. Ringing the doorbell, I fix my collar and look around. This is the first time I have been relegated to standing outside the door. As her nurse, I have had a key to her house for the past year, it is recommended. Should they ever need us, but can’t get to the door, we can get to them. Right now, is not the time to use it. No. This is different. I want it to feel different for her too.

After what feels like forever, she opens it and steals my breath away. Yet again.

“Jesus, Marilyn. You are absolutely breathtaking.” I say as I enter the front door and pin her to it.

“Th-thank you.” she pants out licking her lips. “Are...we ready to go?” she fights to finish her thought thanks to the tongue, licking up the side of her neck. I inhale, smelling the light scent of her Beautiful Day, body spray. Both my hands grip her waist as I move my head to stare her in the eyes.

“Kiss me.” I command. Not bothering with all the pomp and circumstance. I don’t need extra shit to claim my woman. I just need her to comply and become one with me.

“Wh-what?” her body shakes, pulse jumping in her throat. Her eyes slightly closed as she allows herself to feel the vibrations between us.

“Kiss me, baby. Show me what you’re feeling right now. Words, Marilyn, are not always necessary. Sometimes, actions speak louder. Kiss me. Now.” I don’t mean it to sound as gruff as it does, but I am barely holding on. Knowing that she is no longer marred by sickness has taken the leash off my cock and it wants its woman. I don’t move, however. I need this move to be hers alone. I need her to make the leap so we can move together at the speed of light.

She looks into my eyes and I can't help but feel as if she is searching for something deep within me. Her vivid green pupils, imbuing my very spirit with her strength and curiosity, another sign of her will. She is not afraid of the truth. She must decide something at this moment. The next thing I know, her hands are around my neck and her lips are on mine.