CHAPTER 15 – Three Words, Either Letters
R.P.O.V
I watched Moses as he drifted in and out of sleep. But then he said something that made me stiffen.
"Ramses. I love you."
I stiffened. I couldn't help it. That last time someone had loved me, they left me, and never came back. I had already lost Moses one time, and I didn't want to lose him again.
I looked down at the man I loved with all my heart, sleeping next me, before I kissed his cheek and starting to get up. I couldn't stay in this bed with him, not with those words between us.
Why was it, that three little words, eight little letters, had such a huge impact on me? On us? On our relationship, if there was one?
I sighed as I dressed and walked out of the bedroom, looking back towards the sleeping male in the bed.
His face was the perfect mask of calm, of happiness and contentment, and it broke my heart to think that he might leave me again. That I would have to admit my feelings, only to have him leave me once again.
I thumped my fist against the wall, unable to keep my anger and my fear in check. I hurried down the corridor, not wanting to wake anyone. But I couldn't stifle the sob that came to my lips, as the words "Ramses. I love you," came into my head yet again.
M.P.O.V
I purred, content with where I was and what was happening. I had my beautiful Ramses beside me, and I wanted to stay in bed with him forever. I rubbed my fists against my eyes, getting the sleep out of them before opening them and blinking them rapidly, while looking for Ramses.
"Ramses… Where are you?" I looked around and tried to see where he was hiding, but there was a feeling in my gut that it wasn't just a joke. That he had left me.
What had I said? What had I done wrong? Was it…?
I gasped.
Why? Why had I been so stupid? So out of control of my emotions, and my brain!
Of course he had left. I told him that I loved him, even though I knew what had happened. Even though I knew he was afraid of those words, even though I knew what happened with his mother.
I smacked myself in the head, before hurriedly getting dressed and rushing out of the room.
And I had a feeling that I knew where he was.
A few hours later, I walked into the garden, the section where the tombstones lay. And there Ramses was… Standing in front of his mother's grave, face impassive, with tears in his eyes.
Before I could stop myself, I walked up behind Ramses, and wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder.
"Ramses. I love you. And I know that your mother last said this to you before she left, but I promise you, that I am not going to leave you. I love you. So much." I took a deep breath before continuing. "And I swear, I will never leave you again."
R.P.O.V
I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around my waist, and a pair of lips kiss my shoulder. I knew it was Moses even before he started to speak.
"Ramses. I love you. And I know that your mother last said this to you before she left, but I promise you, that I am not going to leave you. I love you. So much." I heard him take a deep breath before he continued, "And I swear, I will never leave you again."
I didn't want to think about this. How could he sat that he loved me, swear never to leave me again when we were standing here? But I didn't say anything. I merely turned around and faced him.
His face was bright and white in the moonlight, and I couldn't help but think that he was not of this world. And it hit me harder that I really loved the person standing in front of me.
So instead of yelling, or hiding, I simply nodded. "Okay, Moses."
There was a sigh of relief and happiness, and I felt him take my cold hand in his warm one, and start leading me back to our bedroom.
I let my body take over, and my mind shut down as he closed the door behind him and started to attack my lips with his own. I kissed him back with the same passion, not thinking, just feeling.
He soon pushed me back onto the bed and I felt his lips move along my throat and my chest, stopping only to bite and suck my now erect nipples. He then continued downwards until he was breathing on the tip of my penis. I thrust my hips forward, silently begging him to take me into his mouth.
When he did, I gasped, and fisted the sheets, feeling his tongue and his mouth taking me deeper, and making me harder, until it was unbearable.
He let me go with a slight 'pop' before I could come, before placing himself under me, his legs spread.
I couldn't help it. He was there – willing and ready for me, and I slammed into him, feeling the way his walls tightened around me, and heard his voice screaming my name.
When we had finished, he lay on top of me, and we both slept deeply, and contently.