Norma had no idea why a meal of baked potatoes with sour cream, buttered green beans and an incredibly rare, bloody steak had taken somewhere in the region of two hours to prepare, but she enjoyed it all the same. They ate at the table, with a single candle lit between them, with him watching her take each bite, his eyes trained on her face nervously, like he was sure she was hating it. She wasn't. Their simple meal was perfect, and there was something very comforting about eating a meal cooked by her husband, as they chatted lightly, not caring that they were still half undressed at the table.
After dinner, she found herself being tugged to her feet, tugged towards the french doors.
"Come on." He murmured, and she stopped, pulling her arm from his grasp. She smiled lightly to soothe his confused expression.
"I'll be out in a second." She assured him, starting to turn away, before turning back, casting her eyes warily to the darkened lake rippling just beyond their decking. "Are you there's no-one out there to see us?" She asked innocently, and Alex, pulled his t shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground and smirking at her.
"I'm sure." He nodded, before disappearing around the corner, and a few second later, Norma heard a splash and a relaxed groan.
It was a few minutes later when Norma reappeared on the deck, taking in the way Alex was lounging casually in the huge jacuzzi, his arms stretched out along the edge, his head dropped back, his eyes closed.
"Look what I found!" She said excitedly, and his eyes flew open to see her standing over him, wrapped in a big white fluffy robe.
"Rosa's really selling this place as a romantic getaway, huh?" He chuckled lightly as she padded over to him, dipping a toe experimentally into the bubbles. "There was usually a dead deer on the table in my father's day. How time distorts things." He said, mostly to himself, reaching for her foot and frowning when she snatched it back with a giggle. He gazed up at her, hungrily waiting for her to disrobe and she rolled her eyes, pulling the fabric up tighter around her neck.
"Turn around." She demanded.
"Norma-" He started, sighing at her. She wasn't self conscious about her body. She knew she looked good, and she felt no shame in padding around their bedroom naked. But, as she glanced uneasily out at the smattering of stars and the sliver of the moon reflected in the still, silent lake, she couldn't help but feel a little odd about dropping her robe and she pouted at him. She didn't need to say another word, he just floated back gently and then span himself round, obeying her like he always did.
Content, she slipped her robe off and felt the bitter air bite at her naked body for a moment, before she quickly sashayed down the steps, sinking into the heated bubbles with a satisfied sigh. He span back to face her when he heard the little splash and grinned at her, both of them sinking down deep into the water, sitting across from each other, just their faces poking out from the thick layer of foam, the steam rising from the water obscuring their view a little bit.
She stretched her legs out, smiling wickedly as her toes brushed against the sides of his thighs, her little grin cut off as his hands shot out to grasp at her ankles suddenly, yanking hard, sliding her smoothly through the water towards him. Caught off guard, she sank under the water for a second as she slid off the ledge of her seat, and reappeared spluttering, managing to rearrange her feet under her to stand up in the centre of the hot tub.
She coughed out a giggle, brushing the water out of her eyes, finally opening them and finding him staring at her with a conflicted expression.
"Sorry." He mumbled out, his tone sincere and apologetic, and he really did look mortified to have accidentally nearly drowned her, but that was undercut by the hungry way he was staring at her, his eyes darting down frantically to her chest. She had been too preoccupied with coughing and wiping the scalding water from her face to notice that she was now standing waist height in the water, the currents swirling up to her ribcage, leaving her breasts bare and uncovered. Droplets of water ran in rivulets down her body, most finding their way down the valley between her breasts, and her skin's sudden contact with the frigid night air had hardened her nipples to tight points, drawing his gaze.
Without another word, he stalked over to her, keeping low in the water, like a crocodile, slowly advancing towards where she was standing. He reached her, and rose to his feet very slowly, emerging from the water, enjoying the way she seemed just as captivated by the droplets running down the hard planes of her chest as he was with her. He leaned in to kiss her, his hands coming to rest on her neck, his thumbs brushing her collarbones. Considering the fast, heady pace of their activities earlier on, this was quite the opposite, kissing each other tentatively, slowly, gently, his hands very slowly starting to drift down her chest, feeling the goosebumps rise on her chilled flesh as his hands finally reached her breasts, just letting his palms graze her nipples before his hands sank back down under the water.
He pulled away from her, and cupped his hands, bringing the handfuls of water up and pouring them over her body, watching hungrily as the droplets travelling down, and she tipped her head back, revelling in the way the hot water felt over her cool skin. He couldn't bear to just watch a second longer and his hands wrapped around her lower back, holding her to him as he lowered his lips to her chest, licking the water from between her breasts, and then taking one rigid nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, feeling her hands fly to steady herself on his shoulders as her knees went weak. His arms tightened around her, holding her against him, letting her feel his hard length press against her belly, as his mouth trailed a lazy path from one stiff peak to the other, licking and sucking and biting, tasting the chlorine on her skin. She moaned as he flicked his tongue across her sensitive tip, her hands rising to thread through his dark hair, tugging lightly as she threw her head back.
"Bite." She commanded in barely more than a throaty whisper, and he wasn't sure he'd heard her right, and glanced up at her, his lips still clamped round her flesh, to find her biting her lip, staring down at him in sheepish, breathless anticipation. He obeyed, letting his teeth graze her skin as he bit down lightly, and she breathed out a soft moan. He swapped sides again, not wanting to neglect any part of her, this time feeling a little bolder, suddenly sinking his teeth down and biting hard into her soft flesh. She gasped, arching her back, throwing her head back and letting out a wild, uninhibited moan.
Feeling like he couldn't bear to wait a second longer, his hands slid from her back, sliding over her ass, and reaching to grasp her thighs, opening them and lifting her up a little, letting the water take her weight. She hoisted herself up, tightening her grip on his shoulders and gasping as she felt him bump against her core, his lips pressing sloppy kisses against her throat as he lowered her, sinking himself into her slowly. There was a pause and he tipped his head back to look at her, taking in the way her bottom lip was trembling, her eyes closed and for a second, he felt a tiny tremor of panic that he might be hurting her.
"You ok?" He asked gently, stilling completely, his hands stroking gently across the goosebumps on her back. He was suddenly very aware of what she had revealed to him the night before, having a sudden panic that she was having some kind of negative reaction to his touch all of a sudden. His mind hadn't even made the connection, refusing to associate what they had between them with what Caleb had done to her, but her uncomfortable, tight expression made him panic for a second.
He needn't have worried. Her eyes immediately shot open, a wide smile spreading across her face, and she shuddered suddenly, clutching at him, pressing her torso closer against him.
"Cold." She muttered out, pouting at him like a child and he immediately understood, sinking back onto the seat, lowering them both gently into the warm water, feeling her body relax as soon as she was warm again. She settled her knees either side of him, looking much happier now they were deeper in the water, feeling the current from a nearby jet tickling her thigh, as her hands shot out to grasp at the tiled edge either side of his head.
"Ya know, sex in a hot tub is a great way to catch a bacterial infection." She observed casually, as his hands stroked up and down her thighs.
"Wow Norma. I love when you talk dirty." He quipped, his chuckle cut off as she tutted and rolled her hips against him to shut him up.
She started up a slow, steady rhythm, arching her back and letting out a soft sigh every time she sank down on him, her eyes fluttering closed. His hands slid around her back, trailing up her spine to tangle in her hair, before sliding back down again, cutting under the surface of the water to cup her ass. He gave a little squeeze, before one of her thighs slid out to the side suddenly, the action causing her to sink deeper onto him, half collapsing against his chest.
She let out a shrill cry, and he flinched as he felt her body suddenly clench around him almost painfully, the act sudden and unexpected. He tipped his head back to look at her, his mouth dropping open in surprise, watching as her face contorted, her eyes squeezed closed, her breaths coming out in short little mewling pants.
"Really?" He breathed out, a surprised, smug smile playing on his lips. "Already?"
Her eyes flew open and she glared at him, wiping the proud arrogant grin off his face with her steely gaze.
"No, Alex." She muttered sharply, like he was being ridiculous. Her hand slid under the water, reaching for her knee. "I slipped. I scraped my knee on this stupid jet." She winced again, and his hand disappeared through the bubbles to meet her hand, pressing gently over where she was cradling her knee. He instantly felt like the worst man alive for mistaking his wife's mewl of pain for an unexpected orgasm.
"Oh god. I'm... I'm sorry." He was horrified with himself, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, she was laughing, her giggles sending little shockwaves through where their bodies were still joined.
"Are you ok?" He asked, smiling awkwardly at her, his wet hands reaching to smooth her hair away from her face. She nodded, biting her lip, smiling down at him.
"What? Did you think you were superman for a second?" She muttered, rolling her eyes at him.
"I did wonder..." He mumbled, shrugging at her, pleased when she giggled again.
"Not quite." She breathed out, shifting her weight slightly, bracing herself on his shoulders again and raising herself up to begin riding him again. She only lasted a few thrusts, before she tensed again, her face screwing up, wincing in a sharp breath through her teeth.
"Yeah. No. This isn't gonna work." She mumbled, mostly to herself, raising herself up on her non-injured leg to slide off him, and he struggled to keep his disappointment off his face as their bodies disconnected.
"Yeah, ok." He mumbled, nodding casually, before she spun away from him, her movements through the water sluggish. He thought she was turning away to leave and started pushing himself up to follow her, before she was pressing her ass against his lap all of a sudden. He was dumbstruck for a moment, as she arranged herself comfortably on his lap, draping her legs either side of his thighs, her toes pressing against the floor of the jacuzzi to raise herself up again, reaching back between them to guide him inside her. Once she was fully seated, she glanced over her shoulder to take in Alex's delighted, shocked expression, smiling wickedly at him, reaching blindly through the haze of bubbles to grasp his hands and wrap them around her waist. Digging in her fingers to his forearm, she used him as purchase to raise herself up, moaning softly as she sank down again, her head dropping back against his shoulder. She started up a slow, tentative rhythm, leaning back against him, getting used to this new angle, her pace quickly increasing.
They were used to always facing each other, always craving the intimacy of face to face positions, but this was new and different and they both swiftly wondered why they were yet to try it before now. They had only been married a couple of weeks though. There was still plenty of exploring to do.
One arm still braced firmly across her stomach, the other wandered up to her breast, apologetically grabbing a handful of flesh and squeezing hard, earning a gasped moan, before soothing the dull ache by gently running his fingertips up to her nipple, teasingly tracing small circles. She jerked and arched into his touch, pushing him deeper, eliciting matching groans from them both. Her head dropped back against his shoulder, her damp hair flopping into his face, her ear millimetres from his mouth, and he lunged forward, clamping his teeth gently around her ear lobe, tugging and then releasing and she shuddered lightly.
Tightening her grip around his arm, she leaned forwards slightly, finally pulling her damp strands from his face, letting him watch the muscles in her back tighten and relax with every thrust. She had changed the angle slightly, tightening her thighs around his legs, her ass bumping against his abdomen every time she sank down in the most perfect way. It was rare for him to have this opportunity, usually distracted by watching her face change in a hundred minute ways every time he thrust into her, or watching her breasts bounce as she moved, or getting lost in the azure pools that her eyes became when they flew open, bumping their foreheads together. But it was strange not to have that this time. He missed watching her, missed the way her eyes looked when they were blown wide and dark with desire, and yet it was strangely intoxicating, watching her damp curls bounce wildly around her head like a platinum halo, feeling the muscles in her stomach trembling under his palm from the effort of her rocking motions. He felt like he had a tighter reign on his control like this, feeling more composed than usual, listening intently to her soft moans that rose above the sounds of the jacuzzi bubbling away around them. His smug, self-assured illusion of control went out of the window of course, when she released his arm suddenly, leaning all the way forwards, her hands flying out to brace herself on his knees.
He sucked in a sharp breath at the new angle, watching as her ass bobbed in and out of the water for a few moments, her nails digging into his knees as she held herself up.
"Ah god..." She breathed out, and in an instant, his fragile restraint was gone, his hands sliding to the juncture of her hips, guiding her as she bobbed up and down, her pace increasing.
"Jesus..." He whispered, his thumbs digging into to her ass cheeks, his eyes flying shut, searching for the calm and collected Alex Romero of only moments ago. He was gone though, and his hands wrapped around her suddenly, pulling her back from this new position, pulling her back against his body again, his hard chest pressing against her back.
She gasped as she lost her footing, her feet sliding on the tile and he took her moment of stillness as an opportunity, his hand sliding down her abdomen, sinking below the foam and seeking out her clit. His other hand flew to her chest again, squeezing hard, holding her in place as his other hand sought out her sensitive nub, fumbling through the water for a second before he found his target. She jolted as he made contact, her feet scrambling for purchase, letting out a confused, irritated little mewl as she tried to buck her hips against him. He held her fast, holding her almost still, as his fingers circled her clit teasingly.
"Alex..." She whined out, rolling her hips, her toes pressing against the floor of the hot tub, looking for purchase. She needed to move. She needed... something, but he teased her for a second more, his finger tip lightly tracing around her bud, enjoying the needy whine she let out, feeling her nails dig into where his forearm was trapping her around the waist.
"Stop..." She moaned out halfheartedly, and if he thought she meant stop touching her, he would have stopped in a heartbeat. He guessed she meant stop teasing her and so he did, giving up on the teasing and pressing hard against her clit, feeling her clench around him as he did so.
He gasped against her shoulder, as she naturally jerked up before sinking down again, pushing him deeper and then stilling as his hand started up a rough, fluttering rhythm.
She kept making little sounds in her throat, like she was going to say something, and making tiny little movements, as if she was going to do something, but every time the thought left her, only able to concentrate on the feeling of his nimble finger tips rubbing tiny circles, his hips occasionally jerking upwards as he filled her completely.
She knew he wanted to move, she knew he was desperately seeking friction for his own release, but he still held her fast, his arm clamping down around her middle, holding her tight. Selfishly, she let him, since any movement would disrupt the skilled, intricate motions of his fingertips, and she couldn't bear that, not when she was so close.
So she let him hold her still, let his arm press against her stomach, let his fingers dig into her hip while her breath hitched in her throat, throwing her head back to moan. The back of her head connected with his forehead with a thud, but she barely noticed, choking out a halfhearted "Sorry, sorry." as she let her head sink back down onto his shoulder.
"It's ok." He whispered back, nuzzling her hair away from her neck with his nose, pressing a soft kiss there, tasting the chlorine on her skin as he felt her begin to tighten around him.
"Don't stop, don't stop." She begged, like he had any intention of doing so, her fingers flying down through the water to clutch desperately at his hand, pushing him harder against her, rolling her hips with tiny undulations as she began to lose herself.
"Oh... oh god!" She panted out desperately, and her hand shot back, reaching behind her to grab a handful of his hair. He barely registered the pain of her tugging his hair as he felt her body tighten around him in waves, her stomach muscles and her thighs quivering as she let out a desperate, trembling cry, just as he clamped his lips around where her neck met her shoulder. He sucked hard as she moaned shakily, her body going soft and pliant in his arms, her head resting heavily against his shoulder as she panted.
"Jesus." She whispered, staring up dazed at the stars above them, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she pulled his hand away from her, resting their entwined fingers against her thigh.
He chuckled out a rather self-satisfied little laugh against her hair, and she could only grin breathlessly in response, trying to regain her composure. His hand slid from where it had been gripping her hip, trailing across her stomach and then sliding along the curve of her waist, and the movement across her oversensitive skin made her buck slightly, reminding her that he was still inside her. She felt guilty for forgetting for a moment, taking a deep breath and lifting her head, starting to lean forwards on her shaky, weakened legs, resolved to carry on like this, wanting him to find his own release.
She glanced over her shoulder with heavily lidded eyes, finding him smirking at her weakened, baby-deer-trying-to-walk-for-the-first-time attempts to find her footing again, and she changed tact, lifting herself off him, gasping slightly as she did so and sinking back down into the water, using her hands to propel her round to face him.
"I wanna see you." She murmured sexily, taking a step back through the water as he raised himself off the seat and took a step towards her. Her back hit the other side of the jacuzzi, and he caught up to her a moment later, his body smoothly floating over to her, his erection bumping against her stomach, making her breath hitch in her throat. She spread one arm along the length of the edge of the jacuzzi, holding herself still against the currents the jets were creating, the other slinking between them to grasp him lightly.
His eyes flickered closed and he sucked in a deep breath as she pumped him a few times, his hands coming to rest either side of her head, holding himself close to her.
"How's your knee?" He choked out, and she smiled at his ever-present concern for her.
"Fine." She lied smoothly. She hadn't realised till she'd straightened it, putting a little of her weight on her leg to move through the water how much it hurt. But the dull ache was present now, especially now his hands weren't on her, distracting her from her pain. She lied though, because she didn't want him to worry.
"Good." He muttered out through gritted teeth as her small hand moved nimbly over him, letting her breasts brush his chest as she continued slowly pumping her hand up and down. He wasn't the only one who could tease.
"You're always so worried about me, aren't you?" She whispered playfully, as she parted her legs, letting him drift forwards.
"Of course." He murmured back, as his hands slid from the edge of the hot tub down to her hips, pulling her towards him. She rose up a little, bracing herself with her free arm, lining herself up and pushing him against her entrance. She began sinking down on him when he spoke again, and she stilled.
"That's why I'm having your brother extradited." He murmured out against her neck, his tone simple and matter-of-fact.
"What?" She breathed out, her whole body freezing, not sure she had heard him right.
"I called my buddy down at interpol. They're locating Caleb Calhoun now. I'm having him arrested."
She jerked upwards, letting him slide out of her body, watching as his face screwed up in confusion, his eyes flying open to stare at her.
"I didn't ask you to do that!" She muttered angrily.
"You didn't have to." He shot back.
"I don't want that!" She shouted. "How could you do that? Why would you do that without even asking me?" She shoved him back harshly, and he fell back into the centre with a splash. He stood immediately, the water coming up to his chest, his whole body tense and angry.
"Are you serious?" He murmured, low and quiet, his tone seething with rage.
"Yes!" She screeched, crossing her arms across her chest. "Why would you do this?"
His mouth flapped open wordlessly and she glared at him for a moment before she sighed, moving towards the steps out of the tub. His hand shot out to stop her, grasping her wrist and pulling her smoothly through the water to him. She struggled for a moment, before realising it was futile, letting his eyes catch hers, gazing deeply into them.
"Because he hurt you." He said pointedly through gritted teeth. His anger was with Caleb, not with her, and she frowned, pressing her lips together as she glared at him. "You expect me to just do nothing?" He ground the words out, leaning in close to her, watching as her breathing quickened.
"You're my wife." He said seriously, loosening his grip on her wrist, pleased when she didn't pull away from him. "How could I just sit back and do nothing?" His head jerked briefly to the side. "Knowing he's out there? Knowing he can come back whenever he wants? What if he hurt you again? How could I live with that if I did nothing?"
Her face had softened while he spoke, as his own tone had levelled, taking on a desperate, begging quality.
"He wouldn't hurt me." She said quietly, avoiding his gaze, her bottom lip trembling slightly.
"He already did." He said seriously, shaking his head at her.
There was a long silence where a series of conflicting emotions flittered across her face, the whirring of the jacuzzi seeming very loud all of a sudden, before she reached up, cupping his face with both hands and kissing him hard. He kissed her back, his hands finding her waist, his erection grazing her stomach again, and her hand slid down the firm planes of his chest, grasping him again like nothing had happened.
"I don't want to testify." She murmured sadly against his lips and he grabbed her wrist, ceasing her movements, moving his lips along her jaw, tracing lightly.
"You wont have to. He's got outstanding warrants. We pulled him up on those." He murmured into her ear. "Your name will never be mentioned."
She pulled back to shoot him an unreadable expression.
"Ok." She nodded.
"Ok?" He queried, cocking his head at her.
She nodded, giving permission in that split second to arrest the man who had once been her greatest protector, her best friend and her first love. She wouldn't let herself think of him now though, pushing all thoughts of him from her mind, smiling wickedly up at Alex.
His hands were suddenly on her hips again, the veil of foam giving him the element of surprise, dragging her weightlessly through the water and pushing her up against the metal pole of the steps. She gasped as her spine made contact with the freezing metal, jerking forwards, her arms gripping onto his forearms.
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore." She whispered in a tiny voice.
He gazed at her sadly, watching as her expression melted from unhappy to something wicked and dark.
"In fact, I don't wanna talk at all." She grinned at him. He kissed her, slowly and deeply now, his lips moving passionately against hers, as her thighs drifted open for him, her ankles hooking behind his back, making him take a stumbling step towards her. His hard length bumped against her core and she used the grip her legs had around him to rub herself teasingly along his length, enjoying the little growl he let out. She cut off the sound by easing herself down on him again, gasping slightly as he filled her completely, her still sensitized body adjusting to him. His hands flew to her ass, cupping her flesh as he guided her, urging her on as she set up a speedy rhythm, knowing that's what he wanted.
He dropped his head forwards, groaning against her shoulder, as she wrapped her arms around him, using her buoyancy in the water to rut against him hard and fast.
"Ah... Norma..." He ground out, rearing back to look at her, frowning, displeased at the composed, pleased little smile she gave him. He stilled for a moment, realising she was just intent on him finding release, letting him use her body to find it. That wasn't what he was about. His hands shot out to grab at her wrists roughly, pulling them up above her head and guiding her to wrap her hands around the metal pole behind her. She gasped, gazing at him with a questioning look in her eye, obediently letting him pull her hands up above her, arching her back as she grasped the pole.
"I wanna see you come again." He murmured against her jaw, nuzzling his nose against her neck as he thrust again, pleased when she gasped at his movement and his words.
"I..." She started, cut off as his hands suddenly dipped under her thighs, grabbing at her ass, pulling her legs even wider apart, tugging her hips forwards. Her hands held on to the pole, as she leaned back, her weight held up by the water, letting him angle her how he wanted, before he started moving again. She expected a slow, gentle, teasing rhythm, so she was surprised when he started a hard, fast pace, forcing each breath out of her with a ragged pant. The angle of his hips every time he thrust into her had him bumping his pelvic bone against her clit, his length hitting some sweet spot inside of her that made her grip desperately onto the pole behind her, scrabbling to pull herself up, arching her back to pull him deeper. She wanted more, and less, and... something, as she unexpectedly felt herself edging towards a climax again, her breaths heaving out of her in strangled half moans, her head falling back against the handle.
Impossibly, he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of her jack rabbit fast, his fingers digging in desperately to the undersides of her thighs, watching as her breasts bounced along with his movements.
"Ugh... oh... oh God..." She panted out, her tone mildly astonished as her orgasm built quickly.
"Come for me." He murmured, and he wasn't usually one for any kind of dirty talk, usually being the strong and silent type when they were intimate, so her eyes flew open and her mouth dropped open at his words, her face contorting as she stared at him.
"Oh, Alex. Alex. Alex." She whispered out, his name a chant on her lips, dying away to a brief silence before she was screaming, a strangled, ragged sound she couldn't contain, her back arching like she was possessed, her hands clutching fiercely at the pole over her head. He was following a split second behind her, ploughing into her unevenly a few more times, the feel of her body clamping around him pulling him over the edge, spilling out into her with a breathless, broken groan.
They were still for a moment, their eyes closed, their bodies trembling before he took a small step back, slipping out of her, feeling guilty as she winced softly. His hands slid from her thighs and she slipped down, her hands no longer holding onto the handle behind her. Her entire body dropped down into the heated water, only just holding her face out of the water, the bubbles splashing around her eyes.
"I'm drowning." She stated simply, and he laughed, hooking his hands under her boneless arms, pulling her back up to sit on the ledge of the seat.
"Dramatic." He muttered, rolling his eyes at her as he settled into the seat next to her.
He watched as her breathing returned to normal, feeling his own heartrate finally slowing, as she raised her hand out of the water, staring at it in shock.
"Oh my god. I'm a prune." Her mouth dropped open as she gazed at her wrinkled fingers. "I am a human prune!"
He raised his own hands from the warm froth of the hot tub, now uncomfortably sweltering after their activities, gazing at his own pruny hands.
"We're both prunes. Maybe we should get out?" He offered with a shrug.
She turned to him, swinging her legs across his lap, feeling him wrap an arm around her waist, holding her to him like a baby.
"But... we live in the hot tub now?" She countered, pouting at him.
"Ah. Of course." He agreed, like he was being silly. "I will have Rosa bring all of our meals here." He announced grandly. She giggled, resting her head against his chest.
"I'm kidding. I wanna get out." She said mildly, like he hadn't already guessed he was kidding. "I'm too hot." She announced, puffing a breath up across her face, failing entirely at cooling herself down.
"After you." He said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"No." She said sharply, before rearranging her face into a grin. "You first. I'm sick of being objectified by you, Mr Romero."
He held his hands up, swinging her legs off his laps and wading through the water towards the steps.
"As you wish." He said mildly, heaving himself out of the water, catching her staring at his ass, and grinning salaciously down at her.
She paddled over to the ladder, trying to pretend that her knee wasn't in agony, pausing by the steps and holding one hand out like the queen.
"Robe." She said simply, and he tutted at being treated like a servant, but obediently trotted over to retrieve her robe from the side of the jacuzzi, giving her a few seconds to struggle painfully out of the water. He wrapped her up in the fluffy white robe as soon as her damp skin touched the freezing air, and she snuggled into it gratefully, taking a small step and biting her lip to stop from whimpering.
She looked over her shoulder, pouting at him playfully, turning to wrap her arms around his neck and he rolled his eyes, immediately knowing what she wanted. Like always, he pretended he didn't want to, like it was all some big chore, though he secretly loved it.
"Spider monkey?" He asked mildly and she nodded, immediately being swept into his arms, relieved that her weight was now off her sore leg. He carried her straight to the bedroom, depositing her gently on the bed, and disappearing for a second. She listened to the sounds of towel rubbing across skin, then to the sound of him retrieving a pair of boxers from the bag, the cotton rustling against his skin as he pulled them on, and then the bed shifted behind her. He wrapped an arm around her gently, pulling her back against him, his front pressed against her back and she felt herself relaxing, snuggling into the warmth of her robe and her husband, feeling sleep tugging at her.
Sleepily, she let her hand press briefly against her knee, breathing out a surprised, irritated sigh when it felt hot and wet and painful.
"Alex?" She said in a small, sleepy voice.
"Mm?" He murmured back, already sounding half asleep.
"Do you have a first aid box here?" She asked casually, and he tensed up, immediately awake, lifting his head to gaze at the side of her face in the darkness.
"I think I'm bleeding on your sheets." She announced mildly, and Alex felt his heart stop in that moment. Blind, terrifying panic gripped him as she shifted in his arms, wincing as she moved.
"Norma..." He choked out, not knowing what to say, his breath hitching in his throat, feeling his whole body go cold at the prospect of hurting her.
"Fucking jets. You should sue whoever built that hot tub." She muttered out bitterly, wriggling around in his arms to lie on her back, pulling her dressing gown up to reveal her knee, which, even through the darkness, looked pretty bad.
"Jesus, Norma!" Relief flooded through him, instantly feeling somewhat foolish for panicking over the rough jacuzzi sex.
"Why didn't you say something?!" He demanded, reaching behind him to flick the light on, rising up on his knees to gaze in horror at her knee. "I thought it was a bump!"
He pressed tenderly around the edges of the bruised flesh, his eyes flitting to the angry, bleeding gash right across her knee cap.
"Ah!" She breathed out, flinching away from his probing. "It didn't feel this bad in the water." She protested, earning an unimpressed look.
"I didn't want you to stop." She breathed out honestly, her tone low and seductive, reaching out to dig her fingers into his forearm, making his eyes flick panicked from his arm, to her face and then back down to her knee. He shrugged off her touch, jumping up from the bed and returning moments later with a first aid box, and a small crystal tumbler of amber liquid.
"Here." He handed it to her and she shuffled to sit up slightly, taking the glass with a sudden giggle.
"Is it 1910? Do you think I'm about to swoon?" She giggled, sniffling the glass experimentally. He rolled his eyes, opening up the first aid box.
"Just drink the brandy Norma."
She managed to coach his shaking hands through patching her up, constantly reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, and that it hadn't hurt while they were in the hot tub and that it "looked worse than it felt". It wasn't completely lies. She got the feeling the chlorine and the hot water had irritated the only slightly nasty graze, making it angrier and redder than it should have been, keeping it bloodied and sore for longer than if she'd been dry. But still, she helped him patch her up, rubbing antiseptic over it, looking stricken when she had hissed at the sting, and then bandaging it up with the mild ineptitude that only a man could manage.
"There." He said triumphantly, leaning back on his heels to admire his handiwork. "All better." She was about to roll her eyes and made a snidey comment when he leaned down to press a soft kiss against the edge of the bandage, like a parent would when a child was injured and she swallowed her reply, smiling down at him. He grabbed one of the decorative pillows from where it had been discarded on the floor, gently lifting her leg and placing it under her knee, keeping it elevated like she had just had major surgery, not a little cut.
He shuffled back up to her, lying on his side, reaching back to turn the light off again, flinging his arm casually over her stomach. His leg pressed against hers as he curled up against her, his head shuffling across onto her pillow, his breath hot against the side of her face.
"Thank you." She said sweetly, letting her hands come to rest on his forearm.
"You always look after me." She murmured quietly, her voice small and slightly broken, and they both knew she was talking about more than her knee.
"I will protect you till the day I die." He said seriously, and she pulled in a shaky gasp at his words, hearing the sincerity there. She tightened her grip on his arm, sliding it more firmly around her, feeling his hand press lightly against the side of her rib cage.
"Better not die then." She whispered, turning her head to gaze at him through the gloom. He shuffled even closer, pulling against her side to snuggle against her, his leg intertwining with hers.
"I'll do my best." He remarked, kissing her gently, pulling back, resting his forehead against hers.
She felt like there was more to say, but there really wasn't, and she floundered for a moment, her mouth flapping open and closed before she turned her face away from him, nuzzling against the pillow, falling asleep at the same time he did.
