For Me?

The Night. Part 2

P.O.V Aila

He had completely taken me by surprise. He had given me my first proper kiss and I had no idea what to do and I never even saw it coming. I naively thought he had agreed with what I said. But within a flash he had rounded on me and wham. I had to grab hold of the front of his shirt to steady myself. I instantly thought id fall had I not done this. When I felt that my back was against the door, I gasped at the contact, which is when I felt his tongue flick mine and all I could do is stare wide-eyed at his closed eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, just weird, being as this is my first and only experience I have nothing to compare with and I have no idea what to do other than stand there and let this happen. We can't stay like this forever and I feel awkward just being a statue. His hand breaks me out of my train of thought as it is now firmly placed on my lower back, as if pulling me even closer to him, it feels like being pulled into a brick wall, malleable yet firm. The heat from his hand is spreading through my back in a sort of comfortable way.

I begin to feel warm and my stomach has what some people describe as butterflies fluttering about and I begin to panic and begin to push him back with my hands. I have no idea what is going on and I'm scared as to where it will go if I don't do something. Situations like this I've never encountered and I grow ever more panicked. I need to get away. All I know is that when reading certain books it'll only lead to trouble.

He moves his head up and looks at me rather strangely, as if he can't decide what he wants to do next. I tried to take a step back, which was partly stopped by his hand and the forgotten door behind me. When did I lose my bearings? Why am I feeling like this? I need to solve this situation.

"Husband..." I let out breathlessly, which brought a small curved smile to his lips. And I averted my eyes to look at anywhere but his mouth. I wrack my brain for a reasonable excuse. I looked towards the bed.

Got it!

"I am very tired and would really appreciate getting some rest. It has, after all, been a very long day."

I gulp and hold my breath as if waiting for my sentence to be carried out. I keep my eyes trained on the vase of lilies by the bedside table and begin to count, awaiting his response. It's something I've always done as a child, count and wait to see what will happen, one that helps to calm the nerves, two to give focus to something else. A habit best used before the beating I would normally get from mother.

I just hope he lets me go.

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P.O.V Thomas

He could feel her small hands pressing weakly against him and he reluctantly lifted his head up to look at her. Though he kept his hand firmly placed on her lower back, so that she couldn't get away. Her cheeks are very flushed and the worry is etched into her face, though she tries to hide it by talking about being tired.

When she called him Husband in that husky way, he felt himself become aroused and he couldn't hide the smile spreading across his lips. He noticed the way she was avoiding his gaze.

He pondered for a minute watching her reactions. It was actually quite intriguing how she held herself.

"Alright little Wife, we have some bits to work through anyway."

Again that sigh of relief kind of irritated him, he wasn't a monster, he wasn't ugly. Did he stink or something? Or was she not interested in me?

"But. You and I will have a long conversation about this 'Marriage' because it is an arrangement, but for both our sakes we need to be clear on whats happening going forth."

She visibly looked taken aback. He was a reasonable person. Although he knew himself some considered him selfish and self-serving, he wasn't going to be in a marriage that neither of them could deal with.

"Thank you, and I agree we should talk about what we both want from this arrangement. If you think it best, I should probably go to the room I was in earlier."

She began to remove herself from my hand and turn round at her words and I pulled her closer to me and hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look directly at me. Her eyes widen and she stiffens.

"Like I said dear wife. We will talk, but until then we will maintain the image of husband and wife and that means we share the room, if you go, I go and that is final."

With that, he let her go. He strode to the sofa that was closest to the bay window and sat there. He nodded to the bed.

"You may sleep there, never let it be known that I wasn't a Gentleman."

She eyed the bed, then him and retreated to the bathroom. He sighed to himself this time. This was going to need a lot of work, was he really that bothered? And further more did he really want to know how deep the issues were, or if there were issues and she just wasn't phased.

This is going to give me a headache.

Rubbing his temples, he slid down the sofa to get comfy.

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P.O.V Aila

Arrogant! That man is seriously so full of himself. Years of oppression from my mother and now this... He is doing the same thing! It was not a real marriage, though she had no idea what a real marriage was. She either got on with the hand she was dealt in peace or she would try to fight it... At what cost though?

I look in the mirror to see my skin is a rose pink, and I see my lips have become plump from his previous actions. I tentatively touch them and they feel hyper sensitive and tingle at my own touch. Was this normal? Biting my lower lip, I began to struggle to undo the zip on the back of my dress. Why wasn't it coming undone... OH No! Panic quickly sets in when I realised when my mother did my dress up she had snagged the material.. I was stuck. I groaned as I realised that unless I get help I was to be stuck in the gown all night. I can't bare to face him and ask him for assistance. Is the universe having a laugh at my expense?

I brace myself against the sink and giggle at the absurdity of it all. I take a deep breath and push away from the sink. Well, how bad would it be to just sleep in the dress? It wasn't uncomfortable, but would he think her odd?

Sighing deeply and shaking my head, I opened the bathroom door and saw that he was now lying on the sofa. I cleared my throat and began to explain.

"I um... My dress is stuck, the zip is caught ... I um can you please free it so that I can change."

Why on Earth can't I form a damned sentence? He looks up and, with what seems like amusement at my predicament, he walks towards me like he is stalking his prey, but I hold my ground, turn around and move my hair so that he can get the zip to move. My heart is like a caged victim pounding against my rib cage like a prisoner trapped. This shouldn't be happening its just a zip... its just a zip.

His hands go to the zip and within a few seconds he has freed the fabric but he continues to pull the zip down to the very edge of my panty line. I felt the trail of his finger while he pulled the zip down and where his finger was now feels like a warm line directly down. I cleared my throat and thanked him and walked to the bed to grab the bag and once I'd made my escape, I closed the bathroom door behind me.

With a sigh of relief, I finally go to the shower and started it up to warm the water. I shed the rest of my clothes and step into the hot water in hopes that it will relax me a tad. In my life it was simple, every day was the same emotions and routines all the same. But in this one day, I have managed to go through a range of thoughts and feelings alien to me. I need to get a grip or I'll end up in a worse situation than the one I had with mother dearest.

I just hope that when I come out he will be asleep. The thought of him being awake when I finally come out to go to bed makes me feel very unnerved. I shut the water off and towel dyed myself, I dug into my bag to find some pj's and pulled out a soft cotton plain green set, long length, thank god.

After getting into my pj's I tie my hair in a plait as it is only slightly damp and I would rather not wake up with tangles. I check myself in the mirror one last time and see that my colour is back to normal and I look tired. Hopefully, that will mean I will actually sleep.

I creep out of the bathroom and the room is all but dark apart from the bed which has a lit lamp by it. I dive under the covers, sneak a hand out to turn the lamp off and lay under the covers as if to hide. Its not long before I get comfy and fall asleep. I hadn't thought to look over to see if he was asleep or not I was just more concerned about not being seen.

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P.O.V Thomas

Now that was unexpected. She had looked so embarrassed and had tried to sound calm. But her eyes told a different story.

She had asked him to help her and he had considered making a witty comment but decided against it in the end and just went to her zip. He had unsnagged the fabric and his knuckle had grazed the dip in her back, so he stretched the finger out to trail down her spine while he pulled the zip down.

Her skin was very soft indeed. And he felt her slightly quiver at the touch of his finger. Why was that so appealing? Timid girls did nothing for me, as much as the overly sexed ones did nothing for him. It was all a means to an end. But this one here, right before him managed to prickle him. He had no idea why or even when he began to want something. He'd already sated his urges earlier that day but it felt like she was provoking him somehow. Was it because she was always trying to get away? Did he actually enjoy the idea of the chase?

As she fled to the bathroom again I shook my head and suppressed the urge to laugh. I turned the bed down ready for her return, turned the main light off, leaving the bedside light on. I suddenly felt exhausted and just wanted to sleep. I'll shower in the morning. It's not like I'm sharing a bed with someone. I lay on the sofa and pulled the sheet to my chest and rest it there closing my eyes. I begin to think of all the issues that need to be discussed and if he couldn't get the answer from her he would certainly be asking his father, again. It wasn't long before he fell into a light sleep. And even though it was a light sleep broken dreams once again entered his minds eye.