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Chapter 2

It must have been close to five-thirty in the early morning hours that something woke Ella out of her deep sleep. The room was completely dark and she found herself lying down on the living room couch with a warm, thick blanket covering her snugly.

"Eric?" She whispered softly as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She nearly yelped in fear when she heard soft jingling noise of keys at the front door and it open suddenly, revealing it was only her husband from the outside hallway light. He looked up at her for a moment.

"I thought you were asleep, Ella." He said before closing the door behind him. He reached beside himself and flipped on a wall switch for the overhead light before tossing his keys in a small bowl on the table next to the door.

"I was asleep, but something woke me up." She replied while she watched him slowly walk up to the fridge and pull a bottle of water from within. Slamming the door shut, he quietly uncapped it and took a while drinking while standing there with his back towards her.

Ella bit her bottom lip while she wondered if she should go up to him and see if he was alright or perhaps just stay on the couch instead and wait for him to come to her. She allowed her eyes roam freely over his body, memorized by the firm outline of all well toned muscle and power that lay within them. She saw a slight glimmer of his morpher under the light. It was then, she realized that he was covered in sweat and grim. Did he leave her to go and fight the mutants? How often does he have to go out there? Was it on a daily basis?

"Enjoying the view, Ella?" He broke through her mental questions.

She had to shake her head and found him intently staring at her with a small frown on his lips. Lifting the bottle, he finished his water and tossed the bottle into the trashbin before pushing himself away from the counter. "I am going to take a quick shower and get a few hours of sleep." He told her while he made his way towards the bathroom.

"Are you going to work later?"

"No, I have the week off."

"Oh, ok then." Ella nodded while she lay back down. She listened to him move around in the bathroom before the shower came on and she had to close her eyes with a small groan of frustration. She banged her head against the pillow several times. "Just how much longer do I have to endure this until he deside to do our wedding night?" She told herself before letting out another soft groan. "I can't take this much longer.

She suddenly sat up and made her way towards their bedroom. Walking straight to the dresser that held his big shirts, she quickly undressed, leaving only her pink lace panties on and slipped into the shirt, buttoning it half way before rushing back to the couch and wrapping herself in the blanket before lying down and pretending to sleep.

It was about fifteen minutes later, the shower shut off and she dimly heard the shower door slid up and shut. With a few male curses and some shuffling noises, she finally heard the bathroom door open. Eric toweled his wet hair with one hand as he softly padded into the living room, dressed in only black sweat pants and shirtless. It was apparent that his wife decided to go back to sleep, much to his relief.

Sighing deeply while he stretched his sore arm that had been hit by a mutant that he and the other rangers were battling earlier, he turned off the lights and moved Ella to one side so he could lay down beside her. "Man, does the mutants ever keep a clock at least?" He complained under his breath. "Fighting three in the morning is like asking me to cut off my arm."

Ella chose this moment to move herself slightly on top of his with her breasts pressing against his bare chest through the nightshirt she was wearing. She smiled to herself when she heard him curse softly as he laid a arm over her slender waist and rubbed it with his palm.

The warmth from his hand radiated through her skin. It was like heaven as she just forced herself to lie there normally in fiend sleep while he slowly lifted the hem of his shirt and cursed when his fingers came into contact with something lacy. Eric was dying literally with cock frustration and desire as he continued to reach further up her bare body with his other free hand in front.

What the hell was he doing? Oh yeah, I am sexually frustrated that I am not allowing myself the full satisfaction of stripping my wife out of this damn shirt and making love to her until the walls shake. Yeah Eric, you are the best when it comes to being frustrated.

He tried to withdraw his hand from underneath her nightshirt, but he couldn't help himself on keeping underneath when he felt the heavy weight of her round breast in his palm. He was going to be dead if she woke up. Ella let out a small lengthy sigh as she borrowed deeper into him, pressing her breast more fully in his palm. Eric closed his eyes as he toyed with her nipple until it harden. Beats of sweat popped out on his brow as he slowly unbuttoned her nightshirt more fully and started palming both of them.

Shit, I am so fucken screwed for allowing myself to get like this. He groaned mentally.

"Eric?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin and pulled his hands out, but she mumbled something under her breath and laid on her back, exposing her breast to his sight fully with her shirt fully parted. Eric hastily pulled the blanket over them and turned onto his side with his back to her and forced himself to close his eyes while nursing his hard-on. He wanted her so bad that it hurt him. He knew from past experiences that she was feeling the same pull as he, but he didn't want her to feel like she was being forced into something that she didn't want right now. They needed time and it was the only way for him to be able to establish some sort of bond that was beyond their childhood friendship.

Even as he laid there with her by his side, he could already feel a certain tenderness that spoke of his hidden love for her. It just needed time for it to come to the surface and show itself when the time was right for the both of them to become joined as one mind and body.