Dream Husband
1325 Words
Aiden’s POV
“Wait, you’re real.” She stared at me confused.
“And you’re drunk, Fiona” I remarked.
“I’m almost sober, Almost” She took a few steps towards me and I gestured her to get in the car. She pursed her lips and gestured for some assistance. I lift her to the seat and she adjusts herself, taking off her heels immediately.
“Let’s get you home” I get inside the car and run the ignition.
“This..is a brand new car” She stated sniffing the interior. It definitely had the new car smell.
“I just bought it” I replied.
“Wait – you bought a car for what? You’re not even staying here that long” She shot back.
“Well, I don’t know how long I’d be staying” I smirked at her. “And who’d pick you up from The Love Shack?”
“There’s Lydia and Charlie”
“So where are they?”
“Not in town” She replied.
“Ah she’s alone in the house tonight” VF appeared out of the blue startling me.
“How was Daniel’s birthday” I asked quickly changing the subject.
“It was gooood. I feel great! I feel so alive” She turned the windows down and stuck her face out the window. I pulled over under a huge tree and gently pulled her back in. "Jesus, Fiona. You’re going to hurt yourself” For a brief moment our eyes met. She stared at my black shirt, which was all buttoned up except for the top one.
“She wants youuu, you better be a gentleman tonight” VF whispered.
“I know” I muttered looking at VF who was seated at the back of the seat.
Fiona looked back wondering what I was referring to.
“Is Vision Fiona here?” she asked curiously.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” I answered amazed at how she knew.
“What’s she saying?”
“Err . . . “ I began. I cant tell her what VF just told me. I am a nice guy, I would never touch her if I knew she was fully intoxicated. But she doesn’t need to know that’s what we were talking about. It’d freak her out. I stared at her hands then slowly lifted her fingers highlighting her ring. “They say the bigger the rock . . “ I trailed off. The ring she wore glimmered everywhere inside the car.
“The bigger the rock, then what?” She asked curiously.
“Nothing, it’s a nice ring. You look nice wearing it” I remarked almost gulping my words down. She was still engaged to Charlie. And that still annoyed me despite my patience. She looked down at her ring and attempted to take the ring that was latched on to her ring finger for a whole minute.
“I remember the one you got me” she replied, finally take the ring off and placing it on the car holder.
“You do? It’s not bigger than that though” I replied staring at her.
“I don’t care about a stupid diamond. Besides, this rings so huge it hurts me physically. I feel like I’m lifting weights on my ring finger” She chuckled quietly. I stare at her, appreciating her beauty. Even drunk, she looked gorgeous. She met my gaze, almost pleading with her eyes to do something. She leaned in closer and before I could even think about doing anything, VF interrupts me.
“You can’t do anything unless you know she’s not completely drunk”
VF was right. I am not the kind of man to take advantage. Or even to sleep with an engaged woman, but this was Fiona. She was calling all the shots and that was fine by me.
“What’s Vision Fiona saying? Spill it out” Fiona’s words halted my thoughts.
“Huh?” I managed to say.
“She’s saying something, what is it?” She demanded an answer.
“She’s logical when it comes to things. So she’s just giving off warnings” I replied.
“Warnings of what?”
“She . . she’s telling me to drop you home.” I blurted out. I started the ignition of the car and began driving. Fiona glared at me for two minutes but I kept my eyes fixed on the road.
“That’s all?” She asked.
“Yeah pretty much”
“Then why did you just say you wont . .you wont what?” For some reason I knew that she will not stop until she got all the information, but how was I supposed to tell her about her drunken texts?
“What?”
“You muttered that you wont, before”
“I wont” I stared at her and finally gave in. “I wont touch you” I complete the sentence. “Look, you’re drunk and you texted me a lot of things back at the bar” I finally admitted it.
“Ohhh s**t I forgot about that”
“Yeah”
She swiftly goes through her phone and scrolls down reading each message one by one.
“You know what I wanna do right now? You, in the bathroom stall.”
“Come get me, I wanna f**k you all night”
“I can’t escape you, I can’t stop imagining you all over me”
As I recalled her messages with a smirk on my face, she cried out reading the rest.
“Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing” She murmured leaning back to the seat.
“It’s okay, I’m irresistible. I know” I joked.
“Well, I will not disagree with you, because it’s true. I can’t help myself around you” Suddenly her demeanour changed, she bent her down and started pulling something off. I couldn’t tell exactly what, because my eyes were fixated on the road. The upcoming traffic halted the car, and I turned around to face her holding her lace underwear with one finger.
“What…are you doing?” I muttered.
“Just . . removing any potential barriers” She replied.
“Fiona . . . I would love to, trust me. But you’re very drunk. Let’s just go home” I replied trying to reason with her.
“I’m not that drunk. And besides as my husband, you have a duty to fulfil”
“Your husband?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re married, aren’t we?” She replied.
“In the dream yes, in real life not so much” I stared back at the road but we were still stuck in traffic.
“So forget about the real life for now and just live in this bubble with me, Aiden” She protested.
I ignored her question and what VF was saying in the background. Even though she was drunk, I knew deep down Fiona wanted to ignore the reality and enjoy the bubble. But I couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when the bubble finally burst and we separate from each other. I don’t think I could bear the heartache.
“Aiden?”
“Yeah” I replied halting my thoughts.
“I don’t remember the number of drinks I had tonight, but I’m sober enough to tell you that I want you. I want you to make love to me tonight. I want to wake up next to you tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. I . . I love you.”
“Fiona, I . . .” I began but she leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her passionately reciprocating her feelings. My hands travelled from her thighs down to heat between her legs.
“I love you” She whispers as I insert my finger into her womanhood.
- Writer
