Chapter 13: Hidden talent
Alex's POV:
"Hey Liv?"
"Yes baby girl."
"When you are discharged from the hospital, do you want to stay at my house? I'm going to take a few vacation days."
"I would love to stay at your house, if you want me there."
"Of course I want you there, I wouldn't offer and not mean it."
"Ok." I look longingly at the bed. I can tell she knows I want to crawl in the bed with her, so she scoots to one side. I get in the bed and get comfy and lay my head on her shoulder.
"I think I may have something that will make you happy."
"Really. What is it?"
"If you behave, takes your meds, not yell or scream at the doctors I will sweet talk the doctor into letting you go home early. We can stay at my house with each other, and spend time alone. Finally get to have the dinner we didn't get yesterday. So tomorrow if you do all of the things I listed I will to the doctor. Plus if anything my dad could also pulling some strings for us." She lit up like a child getting a present on Christmas. She leans in kisses me, it was sweet and gentle until her tongue was touching my bottom lip, I open my mouth and let her tongue dance with mine. Oxygen became a necessity so we both pulled back. Her eyes were black and cloudy with desire. She nuzzles my necks and I chuckle slightly because it tickles, then we go back to our resting position. She picks up the remote and puts it on a music channel, she takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. She starts singing softly, it was an old RnB song. Boyz II Men.
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate, all thru the night
Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I'll do anything, girl you need only ask
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to
Girl relax, let's go slow
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready, it's gonna be a long night
Throw your clothes (Throw your clothes) on the floor (on the floor)
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to
Baby tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life, your life, your life
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to
It was so sweet and very arousing. She probably knows the fact that I was wanting that to happen. If she wasn't shot that would've happen after our dinner. I've waited so long for her to make love to me and for me to make love to her, or wanting to be fucked by her. Sometimes everyone just wants to be fucked. I wanted to take her when had that kiss in my office, but we were in the real world.
Olivia's POV:
I know what she is thinking, it will happen all in good time. Right now I have things on my mind, I usually get them out by writing a poem.
"Hey Alex."
"Yes Liv."
"Could you get me a piece of paper and a pen or pencil please?" I ask shyly because I feel like an invalid. I can't get it by myself so it makes me a little upset and embarrassed.
"Of course, I will be right back." As she walks out of the door and goes into the hallway, I get my thoughts in order because I am going to write this poem for Alex and give it to her when it's done. In a few minutes she is back with a stack of papers and a pencil. She puts the table in front of me and sets down the paper and pencil. Then she sits down at the chair beside the bed so she doesn't bother probably. I start writing down my thoughts and when I am making a poem it just seems easier this way. My pencil meets the paper and I am writing.
I've never wanted anyone but you,
I was willing to do what I had to,
Because I was determined to make you mine,
To be in love until the end of time,
How many times I stood just observing your beauty,
Waiting for the day you would love me,
Little did I know you did all along,
That you loved me so I then I was wrong,
Even though all of the fights,
I would dream about you through all of my nights,
Wishing for so long for you to see,
That all I wish me and you was to be,
To walk with you on my arm,
Keep you safe from all the kinds of harm,
To one day call you my wife,
Because we would be in love all of my life,
All I ever wanted was you,
Wondering what it would take to get through,
And etch in your beautiful brain,
That I will be the one to erase any of your pain,
I just wanted you to say yes,
Killed me with that little black dress,
Waiting for you to be my girl,
All these dreams my head twirl,
All that matters is I have you now,
I couldn't think anything but wow,
Now I have you I'm never letting go,
You're are stuck with me I hope you know,
Victoria Ruth
When I finish writing I handed her the paper with a smile on my face. She takes the paper and as her eyes skim the paper she smiles and gets a few tears in her eyes. She holds it to her chest and looks up at me. I push away the table, as soon as it is pushed away from the bed she gets back up on the bed. I turn my head to face but even before I can turn my head all of the way her lips are on mine. We have make out for a few minutes but before it goes any further we both stop. I rest my forehead against hers and stare into her eyes. She is the first one to speak.
"Well detective the first thing I have to say is I love you, and I didn't know that you wrote poems. You are very good at it. It was so beautiful, thank you Liv."
I cup her cheek with my hand and say, "It's my hidden talent I guess. I just sometimes when I can't express myself I write a poem because it is easier. I wrote what was on my mind." We share one more tender kiss and lay down to hold each other.
