January 31, 2014
Win—Harry Connick Jr. (6:05)
Grey's Anatomy
Suturing a Heart
Mark and Meredith
It started out soft, slow. Nearly silent. She liked the slow ones. They made the waiting worth it. But they frustrated her too. The buildup of tension could overwhelm her like this. Have her begging and pleading for him to move faster, touch harder, taste more.
He never listened to her when he was in this kind of mood. He just did as he wished. Made the ache grow and grow until it consumed them both.
He could do this for hours when he chose. She reveled in that fact. She loved this mood of his nearly as much as she hated it. Frustration would build until she was nearly screaming for it too end even as she wanted it to go on forever.
His cocky, smug grin was still in place though. His blue eyes lit with a fire for her. Always for her. Only for her now.
The grin would falter eventually, she knew. He would tire of the game and let the pace speed up. He would give in to her demands and throw the kerosene on the fire he'd started and babied along so slowly. And she liked that too.
The slow ones would always end quickly when he finally gave in to them both. And then he would hold her as they caught their breath and let the sweat dry and their bodies cool. And he would take her again because once was never enough.
So she lay back into the pillows and waited him out. Let him do what he wanted with her body and reveled in his touch. He would never leave her unsatisfied and if he wanted to bring her to the brink a thousand times before he finally pushed her over she'd let him do that too.
He knew that she was his. Would always be his. As he was hers. For a lifetime of tomorrows.