We've been Husbands for four years. Boyfriends, well fiancés for seven before that; and head over heels in love for a grand total of eleven years. But hey, it's not like anyone's counting. We even had twins now.
Yes, twins! Ashton Jr and Birdy were the gift that had unexpectedly doubled when our surrogate gave birth. When the nurses had handed us each a baby the day they were born, we immediately agreed to have no more and just enjoy them both, which we found out was incredibly hard to do. My blond haired blue eyed menaces were the apple of Danny's eyes though.
Up until now, Danny and I had the perfect relationship. Every single day was filled with passion and spark, smiles and laughter, kisses and moans even after all this time. But recently... my brows were constantly furrowed and my lips formed an uncertain line. My eyes felt heavy as well and I can feel the insecurity creeping into me, consuming me. I can't escape it.
Are you sick of me, lovebug? Did I do something wrong?
I pushed down the thought as soon as it surfaces it ugly head because when I asked, he told me that everything was fine. I choose to believe him. But still, it lingers with me. He's been denying me for two weeks now! Every time I make an advance, he pulls away. I know it's not a period like Sam had suggested, and I know he ain't pregnant! Something is definitely wrong. I need to get to the bottom of things.
I flung the sheets off my body, let the warm morning sun reach my skin and smack my limbs to wake up and prepare for the day. My head feels groggy; my eyes stick together each time I blink. I just lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling while I trouble over my husband; he's long since left for his Saturday morning appointment at the gym with Soyoung. I roll over at the sudden urge to bury my face into his pillow; try to make something of his scent that can clue me in on what he's thinking.
I fast realized my mistake when my persistent erection pressed painfully against the bed and forces me to lie on my back again. I roll my sleep-filled eyes and look down at the thing, standing tall and proud under the covers. Cocky bastard.
Keh.
I definitely need to get to the bottom of things today and I'll look good when I do it. I called Morgan to bring the car up front and settled my appointment with the stylist suggested by Soyoung.
"Mr. Belle! I was told you'd like our complete services today!" An older lady with too much makeup immediately greeted me when I arrived and escorted me to a chair where she went on to explain the grooming process before pointing out all my currents flaws. "If we fix this, there's no way he'll ignore you."
"Well, ok then. Just don't go too far," I sighed and closed my eyes thinking up retorts to her observations.
First of all, the hair. It wasn't greasy. Was it really my fault that the gel i used made my hair look stringy sometimes? Of course not. Any sensible person would know that. I almost scowled, looking in the small mirror the lady held up in front of me. My hair was great and I knew it. Just the right length to look good in a mullet, it was a light golden blond, like the sun. I ran my finger against a few strands and frowned at the shine.
My skin—now, that was something to be proud of. It was clear and smooth—and I wasn't unnaturally pale! The paler the skin, the better it looks with blond hair. That is a known fact amongst the Belles. And i couldn't get tan like Danny can. I just couldn't. It's white-as-snow or red-as-fire. I narrowed my eyes at the reflection that looked back at me. The eyes...
They were so often viewed as cold and calculating—as if there were stone behind them instead of my own brilliant mind. It was glasses or contact lenses, and I had opted for the contacts. I would have gotten colored lenses, but Danny preferred it if I didn't. My blue eyes held authority in them, not anything else. My deep frown darkened as i pictured myself wearing atrocious glasses—the kind that Harry Potter wore in the movies since Danny liked that style on me.
The nose, i had to admit, was a little big, but it was still proportionate to my face. And if I was dissatisfied after this, a visit to a discreet plastic surgeon would fix that without too much fuss. As for my body, I had maintained it since high school and even gained some more muscle over the years. I was in the best shape of my life still!
The stylist dressed me up in a new sleek outfit that she said would wow Danny as well. Apparently, fitted clothes are in.
I pocketed my wallet when the sales assistant finally finished scanning my platinum card and printing the dockets off. The leather square slides easily into the back of my jeans, not sticking out too much or stretching the dark denim.
The clean shaven girl behind the counter bags the velvet case, "Thank you, sir, I hope she likes it." She throws a wink at me and gives a short nod, to which I nod and make my way out of the high-class groomer, swelling with pride at my extravagant purchase for Danny, who had finally become accustomed to having nice things. A tiny bell jingled above the door as I opened it and step out onto the street. I straighten the collar of my coat, and use it to block out the chill of the autumn wind. It threw my freshly groomed hair into a frenzy. Dried leaves tumbled past me in a red-brown flurry and blow down the long street of the city's biggest mall. I look down at the navy blue gift bag, and can't help but smirk and tighten my grip on the handle.
I'm definitely getting laid tonight.
I walked at a brisk pace down the busy shopping street, past boutiques and coffee shops alike. I love the smell of roasting coffee beans. It reminds me of Danny in the morning, when he's wearing just his little underwear or my shirt and making himself a mug in the kitchen. He looks so right in my shirts. No, they don't fit him, but the way the oversized things drape over his shoulders, make him look so small and fragile. I just...feel important and big....and proud. I feel like he needs protecting and I'm always there to protect him. He always makes me feel important. I try my best to return the favor. Why?
Because I love him. I love my husband with everything I've got. I was too shit scared to say it too much before, but now I can't seem to say it enough.
I love you, Danny. I love you.
I love you.
I'm looking forward to tonight, where I plan to set everything right and find out what the hell is going on in Danny's over complicated head. I have to know. I demand to know. If he isn't happy with something...if he isn't satisfied.....I'm not doing my job as his husband or his soulmate. He should be happy, and I need to make damn sure that happens.
I've got all day to prepare, and decided to start by picking up the diamond necklace I had reserved a week in advance just for this occasion. I'll buy some candles next for our fifth wedding anniversary. This day marks the day Danny officially became all mine, by law and by life. This day marks the anniversary of the happiest moment in my very existence; next to holding our kids for the first time.
On our wedding day, I had been thinking of my soon-to-be husband bent over in every position all damn day, and the reception was just a pain in the ass to get through. An absolute pain. I had to watch him dance around in his well fitted, enhance-every-god-damned-sexy-feature suit and shake hands with business affiliates and talk with family and friends, all while I almost seethed at my seat at our table, trying to contain my unruly hard-on as guests continuously congratulated me. Ball breakers.
And then our honeymoon.....with the candles....
Fuck
Ah, shit.
How long has the candle lady been watching me? Ah, shit.
Huge boner. Luckily there's no way it could be seen through my coat.
My eyes dart nervously away from the middle-aged woman's curious stare to the crushed candle in my hand. Apparently, I found the wax was very arousing and decided to mush it in my fist while I was re-living my honeymoon. The lady scoffed at me and the heavy golden chains around her neck jingle as she whips around and stomps towards the counter. I pull my coat closed to cover myself as much as I can just in case, regretting taking the adobe of that lady and putting on tight denim jeans. Tight...
The smell of a thousand candles assaulted my nose and I sneezed a little in an effort to get used to it. I tried my best to single out the smells; find the individual candles that bear the nicest scent for Danny, the one that will set the perfect mood tonight and complement the desserts I plan to share with him.
I pick out a few rosy coloured candles that smell like vanilla, his favourite, and make my way to the cash register where the candle lady is standing, with the price for the one I crushed already entered into the machine. Her nostrils were flaring and I notice from this distance that her mascara is blotched and smudgy. Thick, purple and pink eye shadow paints her eye lids and I notice a puffy mole by her crackled lips. I can't help my nose twitch when I see a wiry hair sticking out of it.
Bye, bye, boner.
Her voice makes it worse. Screechy, bitchy, whiny; "That's $20, sir."
Rip off.
I hand the mole-lady her money, eager to get home and start fixing the place up for tonight; "Here you go." Theif.
I smirk and let arrogance take over for a moment when I notice a group of girls staring at me as I step out of the scented shop, straightening my posture and strutting down the mall, a bag of candles in one hand and a bag of jewelry in the other. Yeah. Really masculine, Ashton. The day wore on slowly as I picked up a few extras here and there for Dannys's surprise and it isn't until the afternoon that I was finally done. My feet were tired from walking all day and I wondered how Danny and Soyoung put themselves through the same thing - and love it.
I called Morgan to pull the car up and headed home.
Our house was the smallest one I owned; but the decorations inside were apparently great and much to Danny's liking. I had no idea that putting a black stool next to a lamp suddenly made the room promote 'calm' feelings or something about fung shui. I don't like it because it makes me feel calm; I like it because Danny put it there. I made my way across the carpeted dining room and drop off the desert ingredients into the fridge. Time to start on the bedroom. I have candles and flowers ready to set up around the bed, but opt against flicking rose petals all over the place. Danny would think it's too corny.
Ah, shit, it's getting late. The red and orange hues of the sky above the setting sun cast a soft glow that warms the room which I wasn't expecting. I opened the door to our bedroom, eager to finish setting everything up before Danny gets here.
"Welcome Back, Hudband."
Woah.
I think I dropped the candles and flowers, but I can't really be sure. I can only guess that the sound of rustling plastic and a thud against the plush carpet was the sound of my shopping meeting the floor. But it didn't matter.
It didn't matter at all. This was more than I can ask for.
"Come here, baby. Don't keep me waiting."
The supremely lusty, desperate quality of his voice may make me loose it. Or it may be the setting sunlight glowing behind him, the way it makes the edges of his hair shine, surrounding him in a sexy halo. It may be the way the red silk covers spills over the bed and pools onto the floor. It may be the way his delicate hand was rubbing a spot on the soft material, inviting me to join him.
It may be the fact that he's completely naked, wet and shiny from that delicious buttery coconut moisturizer he uses, the way the cream smelled makes me think of rubbing it all over him. Or it may the way his thick hair looks so messy and full, tumbling down to reach just below his shoulders. Perhaps, it's the way his eyes have darkened to a deep blue, almost black.
Or all of the above.
I stumble towards him and stripped my clothes as fast as I can. Danny giggled when I tripped over my boxers in my haste and landed on the edge of the bed, it made his eyes sparkle, makes his entire face light up happily. I'm suddenly consumed by the softness of the silk and the warmth of his body as my head lands on his lap and let me feel the thighs I've been missing for entirely too long, his warm thighs. God he was even ready to go to! Danny looked down at me, and every doubt that had been festering in my mind all week is obliterated by the love and adoration in those dark eyes.
He smiled my favorite smile, beautifuly, "Happy anniversary, Baby."
I look up at him from my place in his lap and he draws circles around my chest, sitting up and leaning his weight on one arm, "Happy anniversary, Lovebug."
"I've sent the kids to my dad for the weekend."
I looked around and notice rose petals. I would have thought he would think they were corny, but I liked them because Danny put them there; "how long have you been planning all this?"
"About two weeks," how simple. How obvious.
Wait!
So this is why he wouldn't let me touch him?
"This is why you tortured me for weeks!? I was dying trying to figure it out!!" Giggles became full-blown laughter and I was too entranced in the way he threw his head back and exposed his neck to be angry at him; "Not fair." The laughter died down a bit and he clutched his stomach to keep it in.
His eyes sparkle with amusement. I love it; "Aww, my poor baby. I just wanted to do something for you that you would do for me."
I feel ridiculous for the endless time I spent wondering if there was someone else, but I pouted. I did it partly because he thinks it's adorable and it'll likely get me something special later, I do it mostly because...Because...
It's just not fair!
"Lovebug!" I tried to keep the whine from my voice; "I was worried! I thought there was something seriously wrong with us!" I sit up and instantly miss his warmth, but I know I need to get a point across to him, and I can't do it when the smell of his horniness was surrounding me and my mouth was centimeters from the taste. "And look-" I gestured toward the candles and presents I bought him "-you ruined the surprise I had planned for you." My shoulders slump in defeat. Now he'd never know how much effort I put into it this year!
He just kept smiling.
"You don't like my surprise, Baby?"
"Hmph."
He leaned himself against my hunched back, pressing that moisturized chest up against me. I can feel the texture of his nipples, the pebbly feeling of his hardened tips on my skin, "I can fix that for you," he leans over and took one of my ears into his velvety mouth, licking and nibbling at the skin. It feels like...wait. Still not fair!
I brushed his lips off.
Danny shifted his way off the bed, sliding easily along the silk. He walked toward the dropped bag, the soft cheeks of his butt moving with his legs, swaying with his slender hips I wanted to desperately grab. He dropped down and reached an arm into the ruffled plastic. The way he was crouching, spreading his legs a little and letting me see that he was already prepared and ready for me to go right in only served to remind me of the solid rock between my legs. I need to look away or else...Or else.
Or else I'll spear him to the ground right there and fuck him so hard he'll have carpet burn for a month.
I looked away.
I heard him giggle and make his way over to me, the smell of vanilla softly caressing my nose. I turned my head just a little and saw that he was standing behind me, holding the lit candle with one of those gorgeous smiles on his face.
"Vanilla," he said, his eyes glittering in pure appreciation at me, "my favourite. I love it."
Don't look at me like that Danny.
You have no idea how happy it makes me.
He kept smiling at me, his face was glowing from the light of the candle cupped in his hands and the pure happiness that's plastered on his face shined through. All I can do is 'hmph' again making him laughs again.
Danny set the candle on the bedside table on my side and walked back to the bag curiously. I listened to his feet sinking into the plush carpet and the plastic rustling of his search while I stared at the candle in front of me. The flame was long, smooth, and barely flickered. Hypnotizing, the combination of orange fire and vanilla. Worth 20 bucks after all.
Danny's call came from his place at the doorway, where the bag lay. "Ashton?"
"Mm?" I answer absent-mindedly, still mesmerized by the candle's flame.
He called me again, demanding attention, "Baby," and I tore my gaze from the light and I met a much more mesmerizing sight.
He was walking slowly towards me, mouth slightly agape and fingers delicately touching the chain of diamonds laced around his neck. The candlelight danced orange and yellow over his skin and I can see its reflection in his dark eyes. The light thrashed and multiplied from diamond to diamond, making the necklace practically sparkle on his skin.
Absolutely beautiful.
His eyes met mine head on. He dropped the velvet box to the side without another word and approached me. My fingers went from the diamonds to his collarbone and further down to his waist as Danny licked his lips.
I'm definitely getting laid tonight.
He finally came closer to me and I shifted to the edge of the bed to face him, and he stands between my legs, his hands on my shoulders, he begins, sounding a little out of breath, "When did you-?"
"Picked it out a couple weeks ago. Bought it today while you were gone."
"You..." he seemed uncertain, like he was searching for the right words to describe what he's feeling, "I..."
It's hard, isn't it, Danny?
Because of his inability to express himself in words, i'll probably never hear just how much he loves me. But I can see it. He was about to do his usual thing and tell me how he felt with action rather than worry.
He hugged me tightly to his body and buried my face in his chest. He then lifted his leg and gently rub my straining member with his knee, his hands moving to the top of my head and rubbing my ears sensuously. He whispered into one ear before drawing it into his mouth; "I love it." I feel him pushing me back onto the bed, his fingers lightly ran down my chest as I fall. He dropped to his knees ; sitting on some silk that had pooled at the bottom of the bed and he buried his face between my legs. I can feel his lips, nose, eyelashes...oh it's so good!
"Danny," I choked out his name and threaded my fingers through his hair in appreciation, I shivered when his dainty, smooth hands scratched their way lightly up my shins and caressed my calves. I love the way they grasp and massage my thighs, the way one cups my sac gently and the other grips the base of my manhood; "Danny...!" I cry out as hotness covered up my tip. His mouth is on me already!
Messaged received. He must really like the necklace.
I couldn't help it. My hips bucked up against him to get deeper into his mouth and I felt my eyes go wide as his slick mouth almost fit the entire thing. A big gap from where we were two weeks ago.
Suddenly he started sucking.
"Sh-shit!" I grab at the silk, not satisfied at all when it slips from my grasp. I can feel my nails digging into the skin in my palm as he sucked harder. "Please...", my chest was heaving, my lungs were taking up all the room, they pushed on my racing heart, make it beat even faster. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up and a twitch deep in my hip went spastic when he moaned over my length, and the tremors and vibrations of his voice that ran through me are were felt throughout my entire body. My balls tighten in his persistent grip and I explode, "'Dan!"
The room turned black around me and I collapsed completely into the silk.
I regained my wits after a few seconds and watched him lapping eagerly at the mess I made, cleaning me off. Over the course of ten years, he'd definitely become a professional.
He looked up at me and I nearly orgasm again. My fluid was dripping down his chin as his were moving. "It was torture for me, too." My mind was still foggy, and I was definitely concentrating too much on what's on his mouth instead of what's coming out of it.
Ah. Some control over my voice, "What was torture? What do you mean?"
"You said this few weeks has been torture," he reminds me, "it's been torture for me, too,"
I scoff, "Yeah, right."
He frowned, and oh god does it make him look so hot, "Ash, I want you just as much as you want me," he crawled up my body and straddled my abs, "I need you so much...almost all the time." I tried to ignore the way his hips rotated ever so slightly, the wetness that's smearing around on my skin with the movement.
The childish whine comes back to my voice, "Then why didn't you let me fuck you?" I put my hands on his hips to hold them still, not stopping my nails from digging into his flesh lightly, "I was going crazy, Danny."
He smiled and rested his palms flat on my chest, "I wanted tonight to be extra special, you know, build up anticipation....."
"Building anticipation!? I wasn't anticipating anything! I thought you were pissed at me!"
He leaned backwards against my obvious erection, "I definitely built something up...I'm sorry I made you worry, honey," his eyes reflected genuine concern, and then pure mischief and lust, and interesting combination that I always loved to see, "I'll make up for it for the entire weekend."
I pouted again, and look away, "poppycock. I didn't even get to surprise you properly."
He leaned down and grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him and accept the kiss he planted on my lips. I can feel his chest pressing up against my chest, the diamonds brushing my collarbone were cold in comparison. He pulled away a short distance and whispers darkly against my mouth, "Let me show you just how much I liked the surprise."
Danny rolled off me and pulled me on top of him, fitting me snugly between his legs and in his arms. "How?"
"Tell me what you want, Ash. You can have anything." he sneaked an arm between us and fingered his new diamonds, "I'll do anything you want."
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him, glowing in the melting candle's light. I braced myself on my arms and lifted most of my weight, "I just want you, Danny."
He wiggled from under me and moves higher on the bed, seating himself in the middle and among a pile of rose petals. "Baby, I'm willing to do anything..."
I crawled towards him and spoke louder. "I just want you, lovebug."
And it's the truth.
I frowned when he moves again, like he was just teasing me in my desperate time. It didn't last long though as he got on all fours before me and raised his round ass into the vanilla-scented air and spread his cheek, presenting himself and submitting to me completely. An animalistic growl rumbled in my chest and he flicks her hair and looks at me over his shoulder with lust-clouded eyes.
"How do you want me, sexy?"
"Begging." I demanded.
Gripping his hips for myself, I pulled him to me and positioned myself at his entrance. Guiding my erection, I swiftly entered him, not waiting for him even a second for him to adjust. Grunting in pain, he exhaled, "Jesus fucking..." he didn't finish as I pulled out and slammed back into him as I felt two weeks worth of anticipation start to pour out of me. As I entered his tight ass, I threw my head back. Reaching up with one hand, I pulled his hands from the bed, and his body fell forward against the mattress. With more leverage, I was able to rock my hips and penetrate him even deeper.
"Fuck," I groaned, my cock throbbing with need. My breath accelerated as my short thrusts continued with force. His cheek lay against the bed, his eyes closed and brows furrowed as I pounded him. Reaching up, I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and forced his face against the bed. "See what happens when you make me worry," I groaned in his ears without stopping. "You can't even speak!"
With my other hand, I reached down and grabbed him, feeling it pulse in my hand, I stroked him a few times, my hand pressed between his body and the bed. When I released him, he moaned loudly in frustration. Harder, I pushed his body flush with the bed, giving him the friction he needed to finish.
"Shit," he cried out as I felt his ass spasm around my length. I shoved him hard, my hand back on his neck keeping him still as I fucked him as hard as I could earning nothing but dreams and moans. A few thrusts later and I felt my balls tighten. Clenching my eyes, I slammed into him one last time before keeping myself there, erupted inside him, surrounded by his warmth.
It felt so fucking good.
With my forehead between his shoulder blades, I slowly caught my breath and pulled myself from him.
I had to admit, I liked doing him like this. When I was in full control. I liked hearing him scream my name, claw at my back with his nails and sink his teeth into my shoulder as he came multiple times under me. For as much as we'd done this over ten years, he was as tight as he was in high school. He had even put on some weight, giving me more of him to grip as I held his hips still while I slammed into him over and over. As I approached my climax, I reached down and grabbed his hair, yanking his head to me so I could kiss him, grunting into the kiss as my climax hit me in hard waves.
So much that when he climbed on top of me after a few seconds, I felt my myself twitch even as the last remnants of my orgasm still flowed through my body. He licked the mark he had left on my shoulder and murmured a 'sorry' into my ear as he began to grind his hips into mine. "You can...do more."
"You're insatiable," I chuckled. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "Impossible to please."
"I know what it means," he moaned. "But, honey, you do satisfy me. Why do you think I always want more? Why do you think I sent the kids away for the weekend? It's been so long since we could really go all out."
In one swift move, I flipped us over so he was under me again. Wrapping my fingers lightly around his throat, I licked my lips when he gave me a lazy smile.
"Now who's the sex demon?" I asked recalling him calling me that for years.
"You made me like this, so take responsibility for it," he challenged.
I did.
Five more times.
In my drowsy stated state, I had watched him sleep as I had subsequently made him pass out from his pleasure. Even for a brief few seconds, I imagined coming home to him after a long night of clients. He would greet me at the door dressed in nothing but an apron like he used to and have dinner cooked and a bath running just like I had seen wives do for their husbands on television.
I fell onto my back, absolutely satisfied and completely useless.
We lay there, Danny scooped up in my arms, until the candle burned out into a pile of wax on my bedside table. I knew it was a rip off. The smell of vanilla was still thick in the air, sweet and artificially intoxicating. It mixed in with the fresh smell of Danny's scent laced strongly with mine. Easily my favourite smell. I find it arousing, but my body was too spent to react to its call.
Apparently, as you age, you can't indulge as much.
"Ash?" Danny mumbled.
I was almost asleep myself, "I thought you were sleeping?"
"Happy anniversary," he snuggled in closer to me and I felt some rose petals caught between our bodies, his soft, stomach and the ridges and bumps on my torso, and then the hardness of the diamonds splayed over his chest, "I love you, Ash."
"I love you too, Danny. You have no idea just how much."
I felt him smile and laughs lightly, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on my collarbone, "Did I wear you out, husband?" His dainty hand started to trace patterns on my chest.
"I'm no spring chicken anymore," I admitted.
She mimics my tone, "oh please, we're almost thirty, we're probably just exhausted from work."
I only pulled him closer, and kept rubbing his back until eventually, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, as usual, Danny wasn't in bed. "Lovebug?"
I tightened the heavy quilt around me to block the early morning chill as I padded around our home. My toes sunk into the carpet as I checked each and every room for signs of my little husband. The study was just the way I left it yesterday, messy papers scattered all over the desk and a rotten apple core in the little plastic bin. I checked the living room with no luck. I checked the kitchen next where I found breakfast, but not him.
Where the hell are you, Danny? How could you hide from me in such a small home?
My exposed face and toes freezed as a fresh burst of autumn wind gushed into the apartment through the open balcony doors. I can feel my bare body shrink under the thick bed cover, the goose bumps prickling my skin all over, the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight and I shivered. I probably should have put some clothes on first...Why the fuck are the damn doors even open at 6 o'clock in the morning?
Ah.
There he is.
The skinny white curtains fluttered out of the way as another puff of wind came through. I could see him now, out on the balcony leaning on the railing. I got closer as quietly as I could, soundless on the lush carpet. I leaned on the frame of the balcony doors, ignoring the sting of the frozen metal against the small parts of my exposed skin. I pulled the bed cover around me tighter and I just watched him stare off into space.
He was wearing one of my sweaters, and I loved the way it looked oversized on him. The way the thick cotton draped over his little shoulders, the way the sleeves reach right down past his hands, the way the hem at the bottom played against the skin of his thighs...which was showing off the love marks I'd left on him.
How the hell is he not cold?
I felt my eyebrows scrunch up and that wrinkle in my forehead comes up as I frowned. He sighed, and at that exact moment the wind picked up and threw his hair behind him, a black, messy, flowing mess. I love the way he closed his eyes and tilted his chin up against the wind, the way his long eyelashes fluttered on his face and the way his little pink lips curled up slightly into a tiny smile. The wind died down and leaves his hair tangled and all over the place.
Fucking beautiful. Like watching an Angel.
When I was done admiring my husband, I stepped onto the cold tiles of the balcony and approached him from behind, and I know he's noticed me by now because of that pretty little glint in his eyes. They're definitely a lighter brown today.
I leaned onto him and pressed him lightly against the railing, but I couldn't do anything with my hands because they're trapped inside this little cocoon I've made for myself. He leaned back and rested his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes, "Mm...", and he turns her head to nuzzle my neck, "Good morning, baby."
I wanted to touch him now. I don't care how cold it is. I opened the quilt and shivered as the wind bit my naked body. I pulled him in and wrap the thick blanket around him, pulling him closer to me and shielding him the way I should be. We stood there for a while; my nose buried in his hair and his light humming of I'm into Something Good by Earl-Jean(the original singer) vibrating the both of us. He's so close, so warm, but the autumn chill was getting to my bones and I knew he could feel it. I don't want him getting sick.
"Get inside, lovebug," I told him. He mumbled in protest when I shifted my weight to move and I stopped, i wanted to ravage him like I did last night. I wanted to rub my hands all over his soft body and bite and lick him all over, but I need to hold the damn quilt around us. "It's cold and you'll get sick."
He shook his head and leans his weight further onto me. "I won't get sick that easily!" He lied.
Should I just pick him and carry him in?
I growled a bit, demanding, warning, mostly because I was horny but it was too cold to react. I let go of the quilt so I could finally wrap my arms around him like I wanted to do since I woke up, but my limbs freezed up almost instantly. I gripped him tightly, thankful that the quilt pooled to our feet and at least provided some warmth there. But finally, I can touch him. I'm cold, but I can touch him.
Definitely worth it.
I rub the thin material of my shirt against his cold skin, I ran my hands up his thighs and the sides of his body, and I lingered at his chest. He hummed with contentment, leaning into my embrace and placed his hands softly over mine.
"Fine, let's go in," he sighed clearing his throat. I could see that a he was going to "I guess I do feel a bit cold. And I also have to finish a bit of work."
"Did you eat?"
"Yeah," he kissed me quickly and headed to his office upstairs. When I finished my breakfast, I joined him and proceeded to watch him work for the next few hours.
After the fifth hour passed, I sighed, leaning my head back against the arm of the black couch with my feet propped up against the arm rest at the other end.
"You know," Danny didn't look up from the papers that he was looking over from behind his desk; still dressed in my oversized shirt, minus his jacket that hung off the back of his chair, "I did tell you the plans. You could have headed onto bed without me. I'm sure Junior and Birdy want to talk to you too."
"No, I couldn't," I crossed my arms across my chest as i settled into the couch, figuring that he was going to be here a bit longer, "you promised me a seafood dinner date tonight and a movie of my choice and you for dessert and a child free anniversary weekend."
"I know."
"Hence," I reached flicked a hand in Danny's direction without opening my eyes, before i recrossed my arms, "why I couldn't head to the bedroom without you."
"Right," Danny nodded. Silence fell upon his office except for the occasional shuffle of a paper and sigh from the couch. "You could have waited for me in bed then."
"Is your husband being here bothering you?" I whined.
"Not at all, you could kill some time with the kids though."
I groaned, "I'm sure they're fine with Eunwoo, Jungwoo and Sunwoo. They love hanging with Sam and Soyoung's kids and your mom said that's the plan for today. Besides that, you have too much work."
"Walking from here to the bedroom, to lay on the more comfortable surface is too much work?" Danny looked up from the papers and over at me sprawled across his couch in a strategic position to try and seduce him.
"Yep."
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Nope," i answered without moving, keeping my eyes closed and undoing another button. I could hear Danny release an exasperated sigh and immediately knew that he rolled his eyes. If I had looked away for a second, I would've missed the fond smirk that appeared on his lips.
"Isn't Soyoung about to pop out a fourth soon?" He asked. "What will they name this one?"
"It's another boy, so they're going with Hyunwoo," I said. Silence. I don't think he heard me.
Another twenty minutes passed before Danny announced that we could finally go to eat our dinner, to which, i was thankful for considering that my stomach had begun to grumble at least fifteen minutes ago. If I wasn't so focused on getting food, i would have questioned Danny again about why he was letting me pick the movie tonight even though he hates, any wholesome choice and why he was having seafood prepared for us today.
Not that I was complaining at all but it was Danny who thought prawns and lobsters were the cockroaches of the sea.
"Did I tell you how much I love you today?" I asked as I bit into the seafood spread that was ready for us as soon as we arrived at home.
"Only four times since we woke up and again about ten minutes ago," Danny replied, sitting down beside me on the couch.
"Well," i took another bite, "I love you."
"Mhm," Danny nodded, grabbing a few peices of fried calamari, "love you too."he dug into his shrimp and calamari, "so, what movie did you decide on?"
I grinned something wicked and pressed play on the DVD controllers.
Danny sat in shock for a minute before he glared at the TV and glanced back to me, "you've got to be fucking kidding me Ashton."
"You said any choice was fine and you wouldn't complain."
"Any choice of DVD that we own," i argued.
"We do own it."
"What?" Danny raised a brow, "since when do we own this bullshit?"
"Since this morning," I grinned as I sat up and reached for another krab leg. I looked over and met his glare head on with the most amused smile I could muster up, "as I hear it, you quite like this movie."
"Soyoung is so dead. I know she suggested this to you."
I just laughed and sat back against the couch. I had always swore that i was going buy Legally Blonde one day and make Danny watch it with me after Soyoung had told me that he could quote the movie.
"Love you," I said again.
"We're breaking up." He pouted.
I couldn't help but laugh at him before turning my full attention to the movie. I just couldn't get used to the horror and gore genre that Danny seemed to love so much. Especially after we watched the Japanese version of The Ring and I had become paranoid of VHS tapes and the TV. Granted we couldn't watch those movies as much anymore even he wanted to.
Not with our twins.
They would probably like this movie. Not for the plot, just the bright colors. Damn, I miss my babies! I might have to pick them up early tonight.
After the movie was over, Danny cleaned up while he sent me off with a kiss to take a shower. Regardless of how annoyed he was with Soyoung that she told me, he had definitely enjoyed watching the movie with me. It was a relaxing night after a busy day working from home, one that i was glad he could have one after the events of the week that my bio dad had put him in charge of.
He was definitely going to have words with Soyoung tomorrow morning though.
I was dressed in a pair of dark blue sweatpants and wearing one of my old Harvard t-shirts when I walked back out into the kitchen, toweling my wet hair while Danny loaded the dishwasher himself.
"Hey Ash."
"Mhm?" I grunted.
"Will you marry me again?"
I stopped toweling my hair and focused my attention on Danny who just continued to load the dishwasher. Did he just-? "What?"
"Will you marry me again?" Danny placed the square cube of soap into the dishwasher and closed the door, pressing the correct cycle option before he leaned back against it, crossing his arms at his chest.
I could only just stared at him, the towel laying limp in my hand.
"Well?" Danny quirked a brow.
"We're already married, baby," I pointed out.
"But I'm asking you this time."
"You originally asked me first anyway."
"Then marry me again, dammit."
What was going on? "Are you sick? Did the doctor say anything about your heart?"
"Baby..."
"Oh, Lord! He did!"
"Seriously?"
"Why else would you propose to me and call me pet names all of a sudden?"
"Maybe because I want to?" Danny walked over to the island counter, standing at the edge, looking at me. "And I think I really should."
I stared at him before I dropped the towel from his hand, "what is happening right now?"
"I'm asking you if you'll marry me," Danny replied.
"This is not happening," I shook my head in disbelief and walked over to the long table in the dining room, bracing myself for a moment against the back of one of the chair's.
Danny was proposing to me.
My Danny, who hated anything doing romantic himself, was proposing to me, and I'm already his husband.
Was I dreaming?
"You actually want to get married again? Can we even do that?" I spun on my heels, looking at Danny who stood still stood by the counter, "you?"
"Yes," Danny nodded, serious.
"To me?"
Again Danny nodded, "yes. Is that so hard to believe?"
"YES!"
"Why?" Danny asked, crossing his arms, "because I don't like doing mushy girly stuff like this?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "... and because you're you and I'm..." I gestured to myself, "me."
"Exactly."
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Now I'm confused!
"Ashton, how long have we been together for?"
"Nearly eleven years," I answered.
"And married?"
"Nearly four."
Damny stepped forward again, "As a married couple we've been together for so many years but we've been together longer than that."
"I wouldn't necessarily call that time being together really. Just some courting-"
"I love you," Danny stopped, standing directly in front of him, "because you're you. I want to marry you again and again and spend the rest of my life with you, and I can't live without you. You haven't failed to let me know that for eleven years, so im going to put my stupid pride aside and try to be more romantic."
I couldn't help but to stare at him. Part of me loving Danny was the joy I got having full control of the romance aspect of our relationship. I thought it was insanely cute how he was too proud to show his love as openly as I did. But Danny was serious! He was really doing this! Holy shit! He was proposing! Actually proposing! Asking directly instead of in a roundabout way!
How much more could the heavens bless me with?
"Hang on," I held up a hand, "you're not even down on one knee! What the hell kind of proposal is this?"
Danny smiled, "you said that if you ever got asked that you didn't want an elaborate proposal. You wanted a comfortable intimate stay at home proposal after a nice date. The kind where your partner cleans up dinner after watching a movie together and they propose to you while loading the dishwasher or something simple like that."
I was in shock. He remembered that i had say that? All the way back in freshman year of college? He was actually listening to me at that time? I thought he had zoned out while I was talking his ear off!
"So, Ashton," Danny stepped closer while he lowered his voice, "will you marry me?"
"Yes," i smiled. "Of course I will!"
"Good," Danny awkwardly cleared his throat. I could tell that he wasn't sure what to do or say next. "Romance achieved or should I work on it more?"
"Well now the moment is ruined," I chuckled. I thought he'd learn from me after a couple years, but it was cute to see that he was just as clueless. "I give it an A+."
"I'll try harder next time," he smiled.
"I'm looking forward to it," I smiled back at him. After all, we had the rest of our lives to romance each other.
With no regrets.