Warmth, an unbearable heat, covered every limb of my body, but it did nothing to soothe the painful ache I felt down below. I winced softly as I stretched, my rings catching the pale summer morning light as I sat up in bed, the fire long since died out in the little furnace heater, Jake giving a soft mumble in his sleep behind me. I gave a small smile as I turned around, laying on my side as I studied his relaxed features while he slept.
Brows furrowed as he dreamt of goodness knows what, his hands twitching beside me under the covers, the only thing keeping me safe from the chilly room. I could of laid here forever, watching Jake, my soulmate, my now husband, which still felt weird to say, sleep, like some sort of creepy stalker, but my bladder had other ideas, the constant pressure making me grimace. I gently peeled myself out of the bed with a small smile, slipping out of the room without a sound as not to wake Jake up.
The toilet flushed noisily as I washed my hands, my soft white cotton robe wrapped tight around my bare form. It was chilly, yes, but after relighting the furnace in the living room, some heat began to spread back through the cabin. I stared at myself in the mirror, the bright eyed look having increased substantially since yesterday night. My hair was a complete and utter mess though, tangles from where fingers had threaded through during moments of passion and heat and lust.
My eyes glazed over as I thought about the memories that'd been created here in just twelve short hours; it had hurt, yeah, I wouldn't lie. It had hurt like absolute hell the first time, but we hadn't just done it once, we'd done it loads of times until we couldn't no more. I gave a small smile as I placed a hand over where my new, beating heart was, something he'd placed kiss after kiss over on the thin white scar that was there and would always prove just how much he'd stuck by me when I almost died, on numerous occasions. He'd been so gentle last night, making sure that the discomfort in the times that followed was minimal.
My cheeks flamed as I thought back to just how he made sure that there was barely any pain after the first time, and how I was quite sure his mouth and hands covered every single inch of my body, making me weep with the pleasure overload as I cried out time after time after time, his name falling hoarsely from my swollen lips as I squeezed my eyes shut, my hair strewn across my face as I writhed from his every touch.
I swallowed, a small smile coming to my face as I turned off the tap, tightened the sash of my robe and stepped out of the bathroom, a murmured name making me head back into the bedroom.
Jake was sat up in bed, looking half awake still, but a wide, sleepy grin spread across his face as he saw me, my bathrobe tight around my nude form. He opened his arms, lifting the duvet up and giving a wide grin, I slipped back into his arms, laughing when his mouth found mine, his hands cradling my face once more as he moved his mouth gently against mine.
I hummed, my lashes brushing his cheeks as I blinked softly, his thumb stroking my right cheekbone. "Morning," I whispered and he grinned against my mouth, his thumb still stroking my cheek. "Morning," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before he grinned wider. "Not too sore right?"
My own mouth widened as I gave a grin. "A little, but not too sore, no," I answered and his grin widened before he pulled the covers tighter around us, swallowing us whole beneath the light coloured sheets, my laughter swallowed by his urgent, passionate kisses.
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There was a small patch of blood with a few smears on the stripped sheets, something that was now being washed so we didn't have to lay on my blood tonight when we slept, or rather, when we did the very act that had caused me to bleed all over the sheets. I sighed as I grimaced with the ache in my lower regions, it haven gotten a little bit worse since this morning. We'd had sex once more, this time a tad bit more energetically than last night considering everything was so gentle -and it still was, just not so much. Jake had made breakfast, we'd somehow found ourselves back in the bed again, managed to drag ourselves out of it an hour ago, and here I was, washing bloodied bed sheets that I would hopefully never have to wash something like that off of ever again.
Jake was out chopping wood for the bonfire he was creating tonight, and then tomorrow, or the day after, we'd go hiking, something I was looking forward to. He's taken me hiking before and after my operation as to build up my lungs and other muscles and help me get ready for such a big op and then to help me build everything back up afterwards when I was given the go-ahead so my recovery would be a lot smoother.
I loved hiking, especially considering it ended up with a hot make-out session none too long afterwards.
I shoved the sheets into the washing machine, thanking the heavens that at least there was electricity here. I would have to dry them outside in about an hour, something I wasn't fussed about. It wouldn't take long in this weather anyways. It was sweltering hot outside -the sheets were bound to dry fast.
A thudding sound from outside told me Jake was back to chopping wood, and I went over to the open front door, a small smile coming to my face as I watched him work. He wasn't wearing much but a pair of sweats, a white wifebeater top and his boots. I folded my arms across my chest as I watched him hack away at log after log after log, sweat dripping down his brow as he worked endlessly, and as I watched him shamelessly.
Jake paused after about a thousand logs, ducking his head low before he turned to me with a smirk. "Enjoying the sights considering you've been stood there for twenty minutes?" He teased, tossing the axe down and swopping onto me, pulling me into his sweaty arms while I laughed, cheeks flamed at being caught.
He pressed kiss after kiss along my jawline while I laughed, wriggling in his arms. "Ew! You're all sweaty and nasty!" I exclaimed with a wide ass smile and he laughed, a wide grin on his face too. "Is that so? You didn't seem to mind being all sweaty this morning." He mocked and I gave a gasp of horror. "You gonna talk about our deeds out in the open? Hey, in Narnia the trees could listen, you know." I teased.
His dark eyes brightened and he pulled me against his sweaty body, a wide grin on his face as he cradled my jaw, pressing his mouth to mine as we both softly exhaled, his thumb stroking my jawline as he usually did. He pulled back after a moment. "Then there's something to talk about."