Author's note: I don't own any freaking body. I freaking wish I owned him. Not his character, but you know. I only own my OCs.
As the rays filtered through the beaded curtains, the colours creating a myriad of beautiful swirls over the inked back of the man who I call my husband. As I watched his chest rise and fall, he captured me in a soaring embrace. My face was being nuzzled in the crook of his neck allowing me to breathe his unique scent drenched with a thin coat of sweat. The embrace lasted long yet his eyes were closed, his hands clutching my waist tightly, pasting my body to his enormous one. The bony fingers laid magnificently over my back, it caused chills to run races on my spine.
The embrace fueled by sheer anxiety was nothing but longing. The love blinded the strength he possessed in his body. That no one could ever touch his precious wife, nor try to take her away from him. I hugged him back, easing my weight off him because he had chronic shoulder pain, and it was hard for him to switch positions. So, he was laying on his right side, it was more manageable. My hands laying freely on his back, tracing the skull, the intricate lines making up a part of my better half. The flaws I had were lessened by his presence in my eyes.
Sometimes I would yell at him, "Quit this fricking job" albeit in my mind. But when I see the sparkle in his eyes as he walks to the ring, the way he does his entrance, the passion and concern. The love for Pro Wrestling. I would regret even cooking that thought up. Life was hard.
I first laid my eyes on him when he was still figuring out what to do with his life. He was my neighbour and a bit older than me. A bit. 7 years to be exact.
I saw him walking majestically, roaming the hallways as a presence felt but none dared to experience. Running his fingers through his dark inky black hair, like a lion's mane. The man had already won two national-level championships in martial arts by the time I was running around picking daisies. Being a kid.
The first interaction we ever had was running into each other and him standing as still as a pillar made of the sun's core. His gaze burned me on the spot, but that was the first ignition. The sparks that set the fire. Wildfire dare I say. I only had eyes for this particular man from time immemorial.
We went on multiple dates, so many vacations together. And never once did he end the trip without indulging me in a fancy restaurant. And the least I could do was get him a pair of vintage pieces of vinyl that he so adored. He would scoop me up then and there and kiss the blue hell out of me, leaving no residual volume in my lungs. The look of pure joy, unadulterated innocence was something to behold. A 38-year-old man jumping up and down in the air was another one to feast your heart on. After all, everything about him was priceless. Every single twitching of his lips meant something to me. Ten years and he still makes me blush like a mad rose.
Then he proposed to me. That was not very much like the usual fantasy. But to me it was everything. Every single thing. The tears that slipped from his chocolate brown eyes were reminiscent of mine. That was poorly timed. He proposed to me with bloodied knuckles. Bruised lips. If you asked me when I knew I was his and he was mine and mine alone, it was when he silenced the naysayers and got down on his knee with nothing but a small pendant, safely guarded, smeared with a drop of his blood and mine. They became one right before our eyes.
"Will you..." A bloodied cough spilt from his throat, yet he resumed. " Will you...Leah, accept my flaws and the blood pouring out of my mouth," I let out a shaky chuckle riddled with concern and overwhelming passion. "And take me as your better half as part of the deal?" He somehow managed to laugh and I too couldn't help the one bubbling in my lips.
"What deal?" I asked. His smirk became more apparent but with crimson smearing his teeth. " The one where I gave you my heart and you promised me yours" He asserted.
"Yes. I accept." He slowly got up and pressed his lips against mine. Gently. I supported his weight with all I had but couldn't step further. Darkness engulfed us, both hearts merging as one. Bodies coiled in each other's arms. The pendant twined around our fingers symbolising our union.
The memory shuddered me. I looked up to see him snoring peacefully as if he went through that particular memory with me. As if he was assured. That I would stay with him for the rest of our time together. That the band glinting in the sunlight was hopefully what would remind us when we go through our lows and when we get to our highs. That I'll always keep supporting him in whatever he chooses to embark upon.
Luis stirred gently. I was brought out of my reverie then by his hands roaming up and down my back. I slightly moved away from him because, you know, he just loves to stretch like a band in the morning. He always does this every single day, and I would never get tired of saying, "Keep your hands to yourself, mister."
Then he'd respond with a laugh, so warming and unsettling at the same time. He had always been a reserved kid. But he supposedly acts like he's one active nightlife phantom. That strained our relationship a bit. With him training and as for me, having to work overnight and not being able to return him. This caused problems.
But amid all the chaos, he again proposed to me halting my running mouth once and for all. I was mad, yes, but I was also so pleased, we made intense love through the nightfall and by midday we had done it three times. Let me count, uh, yeah three. That was exhausting yet a thrilling night. And from that day on we constantly made love, settled problems, cooked together, played together. Most importantly our trust in each other was a force to reckon with.
Hurdles, betrayals, treachery, backstabbing. Everything was there. Every single thing, we came past it. You know, sometimes I would wake up and feel like the adventure had started another time. Repeating itself, making me fall in love with him every single second of my life. I wasn't clingy, and by clingy if you mean standing by his side fingers linked together telling the unfortunate women who were very much displeased with our union tell everything there was to say then I am extremely clingy.
Luis would sometimes look at me, and that look, God I knew it. Whenever I think about everything he's done for me, I tear up. I didn't deserve him, no. I did not. He deserves all the riches in his life, all the fantasies he's imagined, all the love in the world would not be enough for me to bestow upon my husband.
His chocolate brown orbs would tear up every time he sees a puppy. Awww, God. I couldn't help but hug him tight to my chest, but to do that, I'd have to wear heels. Goddammit. He says, "Leah. Why do you look down upon yourself?" He'd ask. And then as if he almost forgot he's married to me, and the fact that I've been putting up with his cuteness for ten years, he'd look at me like, with a, um you know, THAT look.
Every time I think about that I chuckle. He'd say this. "I read somewhere..."
"You read, Luis? You are just full of surprises." I once retaliated. I walked up to him settling my hands on his chest, that donned a Slipknot shirt.
"Ha Ha Ha. Very funny. Let me hand you a raspberry." He scowled. I pursed my lips and watched him with all the love I could muster. Fluff.
"So as I was saying, I have this very interesting piece of information."
"Uhuh! And what is that baby?" I asked. He smirked, his hands slithering on my waist tightening. He gently lowered his lips and stopped just centimetres from my face. They ghosted over my cheeks causing my eyes to roll back into their sockets.
"Short wives complement tall hubbies. baby."
"Yeah..." I looked at him, my gaze was doubtful. " I always thought I was the tall one in this relationship. And now I'm confused."
His lips hovered over mine before a quite peck. "You always will be a step ahead of me." He said. His hands found mine our fingers coiled together.
I reached up and pecked him. My lips sucked his darkened bottom lip a bit longer, and we were truly a bliss.
"We are in this together Luis, so don't ever speak words like those again. I love you more than anything else."
"I love you too."
He buried his face in the crook of my neck before we headed in and called it a night.
Luis slowly awakened but the shadow of a deep slumber scarred with never-ending worry was still lingering in his face. I slightly positioned so that I could run my fingers through his hair again without straining to reach a mile. This enormous giant was my husband. And the term boyfriend's shirt never really fit my case. It was always a nightgown for me.
He opened his eyes and the sight was rather tasteful. I felt like the luckiest woman in all the Multiverse there ever were. He reached for me, and I leaned into his touch, his hands engulfed the small waist completely abruptly pulling me to him once again. He nuzzled his face on my chest. His stubble scratched my neck and it was unbearably ticklish. When I was seven years old, my father used to tickle me like bonkers. Every ten minutes or so he'd rub his cheek against mine and I'd not stop laughing till the next day.
Luis slowly kissed my collarbone, and I shivered violently. That brought a smile to his plump lips. He rolled over so that I was lying beneath his massive body pinning me to the bed. His lips finally found the spot where he so loved to leave marks. My hands slithered to his neck and I pulled at his hair causing him to suckle even more furiously at the tender flesh.
"Oi, Greek God, You're turned on it seems" His brown eyes sparkled. As I kneaded his hair in my hands.
"I was just thinking." He said hands on either side of me, gently lowering to kiss my jaw.
"You've got brains, oh sweet mulberries." I chuckled against his ear.
"Don't start." His hot breath doing unimaginable things to my body.
"I promise." I managed to say.
"Maybe it's time we add another product to the package." Ooh, he's turning on the sexy. I tried to not blush but unfortunately, my body and I are at odds when it comes to a certain Puerto Rican.
I bushed vehemently. I knew he'd come to that.
"Not so fast, cowboy. I've got work today and every time we do it in broad daylight I skip like a pony. SO no." He pouted. I kissed him with everything I had causing my head to pound a little. That maniac isn't gonna leave me alone though. Luis Martinez always gets what he wants. One way or the other.
"So, missus.."
"Yes, honey."
"It's time we get out of bed don't ya think?"
"It's seven. If I see you getting out of bed, I'll break your toes."
"I'm fine, Leah. Come on."
"No, I'm gonna get the kids and we are taking the day off."
"We can't possibly do that, you know."
I crawled on top of him. straddling his hips. He was propped up on his elbows but I pushed him down. "You did not get enough sleep, sir. And I, your wife am gonna make sure you don't bump into a lamp post while walking. Get some rest. Spend some time with your highly dad favourable products and stay home."
"They love you too, Leah." He said as he rested his other hand beneath his head. I smiled lightly, " Of course they love me don't ever think I'm gonna share all of my love with you!" I squealed.
"I'm gonna fight for it. " He challenged me. "Let's see." I retaliated.
As if on cue, I was being smothered by two masses from behind getting pasted to my husband's chest. He let out a small woof, as I smiled and struggled to shift my body.
"Hey, hey, get your hands off my wife this instant!" Luis threatened but to no avail. My kids had already dragged me off him and now I was being smothered with kisses and hugs.
"Mom, why is Pops being difficult today?" My son Laith addressed a scowling father. I clicked my tongue. "Come on, dearie, don't tick your Dad off. And what's special today?"
Laith made faces at his father, and the man child of a husband targeted more ridiculous ones at his eight-year-old son. He finally huffed and turned away only to laugh quietly.
"Mom, I know you act lie you don't know anything. But I got the gift. It was so beautiful. Thank you so much." He hugged me tightly. I ran my fingers through the dark brown tresses and kissed his head.
"You're welcome, sweetie. But you should be thanking your father. He picked it up. I was sure you wouldn't want a black one, but it turned out you're just like your pops, here." I gestured to him, but he was smothering our six-year-old daughter Luna with kisses.
"Do you love me, Loons?"
"Daddy, I'm not loons, I'm Luna."
Luis chuckled slightly, "Yes, my Moon. Do you love me?" He asked holding her by her sides hoisting her in the air as he supported his elbows on the bed.
Luna gestured something. My son and I watched as he too crawled within his daddy's arms and looked at his cute little sister. She had his dark hair the plump lips the olive skin. Yet my nose, my plump fingers.
Luis' laugh thundered the room as he hugged her to his chest, enclosing both his son and his daughter. "I love you more than the whole wide world, sweetie. And you too big man. I love you both so much."
Laith climbed up behind his sister. The kids were now on his chest. No matter how much he grows Laith just clings to his Dad like a vice.
Laith addressed his father with a small pat to his cheek, "Dad, thank you so much."
"What for, Bad Boy?" Laith chuckled while Luna was already beginning to ponder why her brother's ears are... ears? I don't know six-year-olds are kinda hyper and sometimes borderline exhausting.
"That SWORD. It's awesome." Laith dreamily sighed. I melted right at the spot. Your heart feels warm and fluffy when you see your little man thanking his father and being grateful after all he's still a child. Luis was definitely not this respectful. He invented the breed of Daredevils.
"You know, I'm not sure. Whether you're the Dad or it's me." He tickled the boy, as his daughter crawled all over him.
Laith chuckled as I sat there watching the love flowering. I teared up a little bit but I didn't wanna ruin the moment. So, I just there blinking back tears and smiling sheepishly.
"Hey, mother of my children!" He called for me.
"What my Lord?" I pretended to be swayed by his command.
"Mom, you call him Lord? You always call him honey, right? Maybe Dad's Voldemort too."
All of us erupted into laughter as I crawled into his arms and took my baby girl into mine. Luna just looked at us laughing and she silently snickered to herself.
"This is the life, Leah. Thank you for everything."
"Yeah, you owe me."
"Tonight." was the single reply. Luis closed his eyes and sighed contently. In his arms, all three of us squeezed together.
Whatever was meant to happen, had happened. We had gone through so much together. So maybe just maybe we'll be able to see more happiness in the future. As of now, we're living the happily ever after. I kissed his cheek before falling into a dreamless slumber with my family.
So, that's it. So much fluff. Guys, if you leave a review positive, negative, it doesn't matter, it will make my day bright. Life is so short, and if you feel like typing something do it then and there. Again thank you all for reading my story, if you ever read it. Your time is precious and you spent it on my work. So I'm eternally grateful. Love ya'll.