Chapter Five: Satiety
Her brow is still warm with sweat, but that doesn't keep me from kissing her hairline. I can tell she's on the verge of deep sleep, but she's fighting to stay awake as her toes brush against my calf gently. Her warmth is radiating against my arm that's wrapped around her waist, my fingers caressing the skin there. When her breath caught up to her, I cradled her skull so that my thumb could tickle next to her ear. She has my hip in the grasp of her right hand, while her left hand lays curled between our breasts. I look around our bedroom to find the comforter is no longer on the bed, and the sheet has been shoved to the edge. We aren't even facing the correct edge of the bed, but I'm too content with her weight against me to do anything about it. I feel her fingers flexing against my hip as she struggles to stay awake, and all I can respond with is a kiss and chuckle against her forehead.
"What are you laughing at, B?" Her voice is still a little rough, but oh so sexy.
"You made me writhe," I whisper out between chuckles.
Her smile widens and the skin by her eyes creases as the smile I love so much takes over, "I did, didn't I? I told you I would."
"That you did, baby," I hum out as I run my fingers against her hipbone.
"Can I ask you something?" Her voice is a little shaky, and it takes me out of my haze.
"Anything, San," I answer gently, knowing whatever she's about to ask is serious.
"Do you ever wish I could see?" She speaks quietly, and I've been dreading this question. Not because the answer is yes, but because I never want her to feel like she needs to change.
"I don't. Sometimes I wish you could see just so that you could experience certain things the world has to offer, like, colors and patterns, things that take more than just sight to see," I quickly counter so she knows I'm not finished, "But, I love the way you experience the world, and I honestly don't know what I'd do if one day, magically, you could see. I've spent so much time learning how to experience things the way you do, and I don't want that to change. This is my life, our life, and I am utterly in love."
I hope to anything almighty that I've comforted her worries.
"I wish I could see," she whispers shamefully, so I tighten my grip around her waist and brush my fingers over her earlobe.
"May I ask why, baby?"
"You'd have a chance at a normal life. People would stop staring at you when you take me out."
"My life with you is normal. It's our normal. I would never have learned braille, and now I don't know what I'd without your love notes taped to the fridge. They make my entire day. I don't know what I'd do if I came home to a silent apartment and didn't get to hear your typing. That sound is home to me. I don't think I could set a table without clock formation even if I tried. I don't mind the stares. I'd rather have people stare if that means I have you."
"I didn't know you loved those things," she says with a hint of a smile. Score.
"Mmhm, I have every note we've ever given each other. I even have the ones when I was first learning braille, and the typing is shitty and jumbled. But, I keep them because they're ours."
She snorts out a laugh, "I remember those. They really sucked."
"Hey!" I laugh out loud at her joke.
"Your shitty notes meant the world to me. They still do, even if you've perfected your skills. You're the first person, outside of family, who ever showed an interest."
"I've loved you since the moment we met. I wanted to show you that I meant everything. So what if I had to struggle my way through shitty typing at first, I'm great now. Boo yeah." I can feel her chuckles reverberating against my chest. It's the best feeling in the world.
"Mm, you're very cocky," she says as her forehead finds mine.
"You know it," I give her an Eskimo kiss.
"I'm sorry for ruining the mood," she murmurs quietly.
"You could never ruin the mood, baby. We're still naked and your boobs are in my face, the mood is definitely still intact," I joke to make her laugh. Her laugh fills the room and I grin until my cheeks hurt.
"In that case, I'm gonna start a bubble bath. Would you care to join me?" She asks me as she sits up, and in her naked glory, strides to the bathroom. My eyes linger on her body as she runs her fingertips against the edges of the furniture along her path.
That woman's gonna be the death of me. I leap from the bed to join her, and she's pulling towels from the cabinet. I gently close the cabinet and take her hand into mine, wrapping her into my embrace. She turns to hand me a bottle of cherry blossom bubble bath, feeling for my face when I take the bottle from her hands. She kisses me before I pull away to start the bath. Once the bath is drawn, I wrap one arm around her back, just below her shoulder blades, and the other hand under her knees. She squeals and laughs, wrapping her arms around me in surprise.
"My lady in shining armor, sweeping me off my feet," she giggles out as I brace our weight and guide her down into the tub.
"Of course, my lady, the only way it should be," I say as I bracket her hips with my legs and pull on her shoulders to lean into my chest. My arms wrap around her torso, hands clasped against her abs. She leans her head back against my shoulder, and I hum as she kisses my neck. I bring up my right hand to trickle water down her bare shoulder, relishing in the way her skin looks under the soft glow of the dimmed lights. The tops of her breasts and knees are visible through the bubbles, and the hairs that have fallen loose from her messy bun are tickling my cheek.
Her hands bring me out of my thoughts as they find mine. Her fingers trail down the length of them as she holds them out before bringing one to her lips. She releases her hold on the right one, and I graze my fingertips against the side of her breast and down to her ribs. Her skin is soaked under my touch, but I can still feel the way her muscles twitch.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispers almost silently, but I hear her.
"I love you to the moon and back," I nuzzle my nose into her cheek and tighten my grip on her torso, holding her firmly against my front.
In the dimmed lights of our bathroom, and through the scent of cherry blossom, I realize I'm never more satisfied than when I am with her. While I've never been more sexually satisfied in my life, I've also never been more emotionally satisfied. I can feel her chest expand and contract with every breath she takes, and I'm sated.