-Prisoner-
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What… *is* this?
"Em…" I walk in to the *sea* of candles. They literally cover half the studio floor, except for a path that leads to the corner of the room where- ohgod.
"After you left me- I… bought it. The guys thought I was stupid to *buy* one and not use it. Didn't even let *them* play." He walks around me and walks to the corner. "Even slept on it a few times-" he says, hopping up to sit on the pool table that was never there before. "Guess it reminded me of you- of our first time together… thought it was something special- between us…"
"It is," I say. "I think… maybe with him- I wanted- thought I deserved- to be punished."
"Punished, Eva? For what?"
"I don't know- for hurting you- for making you feel- I mean… the way Enrique made me feel- ashamed of myself- used- it must have been how it was like for *you*- and-"
"Evaaa," he says, coming toward me. He takes my ice cream before pulling me into his arms for a hug. "There's nothing to be punished for. You did nothing wrong."
"I *used* you and *hurt* you and-"
"There was using on both sides, Eva. But- I don't wanna *think* about that. I just wanna move on."
"Move on?" I ask.
"Yeah- let's just… let it all go," he answers, before releasing me.
"But I'm so ashamed," I confess suddenly. I don't know *where* that came from. "That you saw me that way- with him- letting him do those things to me- it makes me sick to my stomach."
"Shh," he silences my lips with a soft kiss. "That's why we're here. We're gonna take it all away."
He takes my hand and pulls me toward the pool table, which- oh yeah- is covered with pillows. It's pushed into the corner of the room and he's got it made up like a bed- pillows as mattress with blankets too.
He places my bowl of ice cream next to his on the 'bed' and holds my hand. "Eva- I'm not gonna lie- it *hurt*- seeing you there- with him. But… I under*stand*. And-" ohgod- he's getting on his knee? Does he know this *isn't* how to deal with the girl with commitment issues? "I believe this is yours." Ohfuck. He holds up the ring- *my* ring- my *birthday* ring. "If you'll have it- I won't lie, Eva. I think… in a few years- I'ma wanna marry you."
"I'm not *getting* married," I inform him. I thought I *told* him that.
"You will," he says, his gaze not flinching.
"Oh really?" I challenge.
"Yup. One day- you *will* realize how much you *do* wanna get married. Because even if you can't say it now- I *know* you do. And as soon as you say it- you'll marry me."
"What makes you so sure, Mister Smarty Pants?"
"Because I *feel* you," he answers. "Because I'm completely in love with you and I know you're just scared of that. I am too. But- I *know* that day'll be worth it." And with that, he kisses my finger softly and slips the ring on so it's in its rightful place.
Huh. Maybe he's got a point.
I sink to my knees as well. "I *am* in love with you, Marsh. Not just love- I'm *in* *love*."
"I know. I've known for a while."
"How?"
"Because if you weren't, you wouldn't have fought it so bad."
Oh.
"What about- Enrique?"
"He's gone," he shrugs. "And after tonight- you'll *never* remember him *ever* touching you."
Ohgod- *that* makes me shiver.
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I smile as he places his hands on my face (and I've always loved kisses like those) and pulls me toward him. His lips touch mine gently and we just kiss softly for a few minutes until my tongue can't stay in my mouth one more second and I tentatively lick his upper lip.
*That* gets him. He pulls me closer to him before plunging his tongue inside my mouth. It's a welcome intruder and I just *love* how warm his tongue is against mine- how slippery. I tell you- anyone that doesn't like kissing has obviously *never* been kissed this way.
We *both* whimper when I pull away from him. "Promise me something?"
"What?"
"If and when you *do* decide to propose- *please* warn me first. So I don't bolt."
"I *promise*," he says. "So I thought… we'd-"
"Make love on the pool table?"
"Yeah," he smirks. "Together."
"Well- you'd be hard pressed to make love with yourself. Although- that's a show I wouldn't mind seeing." I smile coyly before kissing him softly. His hands slip around my waist and under my shirt.
Ya know- I *love* his hands. I mean- his entire body is amazing. But I especially love his hands. His fingers are long and aren't sissy hands- he's done some manual labor in his life so they've got a few rough spots. And the tips of his fingers are usually a bit rough from moving the buttons in the studio all day and I *love* how they feel against my skin. His hard, my soft- we match.
As for me, I've now got his jeans unbuttoned and I pull on the flaps to pull him onto the floor on top of me. His weight is so familiar to me- it's like… others were always too heavy or too light, but I'm Goldilocks and he's *just* *right*.
His lips latch onto my neck and slightly suck on my skin and he *knows* that drives me crazy. And tonight- we're gonna make love. Finally!
I mean- he's made love to *me*. And even before- even when I *thought* *we* did it- in hindsight, I realize that was just *me* proving something to him and myself. It was *me* making love to him. But this? We're both here. We both love each other and it's already different.
And he's right- I don't even remember the others' names.
If they even existed in the first place.
We rollover and I grind against him as his hands slip up the front of my shirt and he massages my tits. Fuck- I *love* those hands.
"Ya gotta get like- twenty more of these," he says, tracing the edge of my bra with his finger.
"Alright," I whisper as I lean down and my hair falls over us as I nip his top lip.
He moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound as I dive into his mouth and feel his hands slowly pulling my shirt up.
I slip a hand down between us as soon as I remember that I had his jeans unzipped. I *love* boxers and those easy access holes in the front. I slip my hand inside and he thrusts his hips up when I squeeze him.
"Shit!" He gasps. "Wan' me ta come in my *pants*?"
"Already?" I ask with a slight laugh. I sit up and squeeze him softly again.
"*Stop*!" He nearly growls. "Been fuckin' hard ever since I *left* you this afternoon!"
"Oh," I say. "Didn't know- sorry-"
"Didn't *know*?" He asks, surprised. "I'm *always* hard around you. 'Slike my fuckin' cock's an Eva-locator."
"Really?!" I ask, with mock school-girl interest. "Let's try it! I'ma go hide and *you* come find me!"
I start to jump up but he *grabs* my waist and yanks me down on top of him. "I think *not*. I think I'll be coming right here, thanks."
He sits up and I'm straddling his lap when he pulls me to him for a deep kiss. His hands begin pulling my t-shirt up and we break the kiss for a second to pull it off me completely. His tongue immediately sweeps down my collarbone across the swell of my left breast and down between the valley of my breasts where he places a wet kiss just above where the bra is.
I pull his shirt up over his head and run my fingers up and down his back. "God- I missed you soo much, Em," I confess. "Missed your body and your voice- your presence in my life and your smile…"
He continues licking the swell of my breasts until my chest is heaving because it's just not enough. "Ya know," he says, "I freakin' carried all those damn pillows down here to put on the pool table so we'd be comfy. Why we on the floor?"
"Where were landed," I answer before sucking on his neck about two inches under his ear, because I *know* he loves that.
"Shit- lemme up," he groans. He pulls his legs out from where I'm kneeling over them and he stands in front of me. I grin and slowly pull his jeans and boxers down over his legs. He steps out of them and I kiss him softly. "Stop," he insists. "I swear, I'll come all over you-"
"Not like you haven't done it before," I grin at him.
"But I wanna be in*side* you," he whines.
"Inside it is," I confirm before sucking the head of his cock into my mouth.
"SHIIT," he shouts before grabbing my hair. I hold the back of his thighs as I move my mouth over him, taking time to lick the slit clean of precum. I really love everything about him. I love his taste and the feeling of him filling my mouth. I love how he holds my hair just this way and the way he groans.
When I start sucking him like a tootsie pop, he practically falls over and I just laugh as he grabs hold of the pool table and looks at me. "Jesus Christ, Eva! You can't *do* shit like that to me."
"I can do whatever I want," I grin, before he grabs my hands and yanks me up his body. He spins us around so he's pressing me against the pool table. Ooo- ice cream. I forgot.
I grab a spoon with some ice cream on it as he kisses me and with no warning, I touch it to the back of his neck. "EVA!" He screams and jumps back. "That's fuckin' cold!"
I smile at him and run the spoon around one of his nipples before covering it with my mouth and cleaning him off. "Ohfuck- Eva…"
"I'm hungry," I shrug.
"So I am," he agrees. "Take your fuckin' jeans off already!"
So it's not all romantical as it was before- this is *us*. He steps closer to me and I place the spoon at his lips. God- I love those lips. The man can suck me into oblivion. Shit- the things he does between my thighs… and those lips cover mine and some people think it's gross- kissing with food. Sure, if it was steak- maybe, but it's ice cream and jesus, I suck his dick and swallow his cum. Spit isn't that different.
His mouth is sweet and I taste the chocolate syrup on his tongue while his hands quickly push my jeans off my hips so I'm left in my bra and matching satin panties.
"Shit, Eva, you're so fuckin' gorgeous." He takes my hand and places it on his cock. "How do you *do* this to me?"
"Bit like this, I'd imagine," I whisper before wrapping my other arm around him and pulling his ass toward me. I rub him against the fabric of my panties and he can already feel the wet heat awaiting him.
"Lay down?" He suggests. I hop up on the pool table and it's soft. I mean- he put down one of those foamy mattress things down with a bunch of blankets and pillows. His fingers slip inside the edges of my panties and slowly pull them down my legs, leaving me with only my bra on. "Fuck- I missed you. Missed fucking you and tasting you- but… I missed feeling you against me when I woke up. Missed our midnight feasts and the feel of your breath on my skin-"
"Que me toques," I plead. "Que me hagas mojada y que me toques- por favor, Em- que me toques..."
"Fuck, Eva..." he groans and I watch him climb onto the table. He kneels between my legs and pushes my thighs further apart. He takes one of the cherries and I cry out when I feel him spread my sex and he rubs my clit with the cherry before popping it in his mouth. "Mmm- Eva cherry."
"Please, touch me," I beg. "Que me toques, por favor-" ("Touch me, please!")
"I will," he grins. I watch as he takes the spoon from a bowl and I jump as it drips the cold concotion on my navel. He drags the spoon of ice cream around my belly button before sliding the blob of ice cream down to my opening and I scream at the shock of cold on my heated flesh.
He scrapes the spoon up my labia and I cry, "MARSHALL!" Ohfuck- he places the spoonful of ice cream and me to my mouth and he practically comes when I open my mouth and take what he offers.
"Fuck, Eva, you're so magificent." And I get lost in his mouth when he leans down and kisses me deeply. I can feel him rubbing against me. The head of his cock nudges my entrance but he doesn't push and it *kills* me.
"EEEEEEEK!" I squeal when my stomach is COVERED IN FUCKING ICE CREAM!!!! "MARSHALL MATHERS!" I scold him, looking down at the mess he just fucking DUMPED ON MY STOMACH!
But I can't stay mad at him for long when he leans down and I watch him bury his face in the gooey mess and fuck- it's all I can do when I feel him slowly pressing two fingers inside me. I arch into his touch. Shit- he knows me so well. He gently fingerfucks me and he *knows* it drives me crazy when he won't just *do* it. But this is what we do. We like to torture each other.
One time, we decided to find out how long we could go until our bodies just *came*. We did nothing but ride each other, no touching of any other kind. We were completely dressed, actually. And we just kept moving our hips and it was *intense* because we just stared at each other- like a staring contest. And finally- our bodies just… *did* it. His was first but as soon as I felt him exploding into me, my body just surged and made me come all over. And that *hurt* as much as it was pure ecstasy because we'd been going at it for five and a half hours. And the look on his face- as he finally found release… I *know* it hurt him as much as it did me.
I reach down and cover my fingers in the ice cream and syrup and he nearly growls when I wipe my fingers across my chest. "Que venga, Em, que me permitas venir-"
"*No*," he answers through the ice cream. "Don't come. No vengas."
"Bésame," I pant. " Bésame, porfi, bésame- mis labios… bésame." I grab his face and pull him to me. His stomach smooshes against mine and he jumps a bit from the coldness of it. Good.
His mouth is cold as it decends upon mine and I again feel his hardness rubbing against me. He's laying on top of me and I place my legs over his- not quite around his waist, but I've got my feet firmly planted between *his* legs to keep him laying down so he can't get up again and *not* fuck me.
"Tell me," he whispers as he sucks on my collarbone.
"I want you," I whimper. "Que me entres y me llenes del cuerpo tuyo, la pena magnífica… de todo- por favor- Em... éntrame-" I hold his cock and use my palm to press him into me, just a bit. ("Enter me and fill me with your body, your magnificient cock- please.")
"*Tell* me, though, Eva- I need to hear it."
"Soy para ti- solamente- tu placer, tu cuerpo, tu corazón- I'm *only* yours- your pleasure, your body- only you. Please- Em- please- god- I love you so much- I'm so fuckin' in love with you I can't think straight. *Please*!" ("I'm yours. Only. Your pleasure, your body, your heart.")
"I love you too, Eva- so fuckin' much," he says and with that, he's pushing inside me and I'm slowly filling with him. "Shit, Eva, it's like… your body- was *meant* for mine." Fuck- I bite my lip when he sinks in completely. Fuck. "Do you feel it?" He asks, shifting his weight a bit to make me *acutely* aware of his body and how it's inside me and on top of me.
"Yes, I do- god- I've felt it all along," I confess. "I was just… scared. God- I'm so sorry. Lo siento, por todo- que me perdones por todo lo que he hecho. Fuck- everything I've done- I'm so sorry." ("I'm sorry, for everything. Forgive me for everything I've done.")
"Shh, calma, Eva." Ohgod- *that* makes it even worse. He really *has* been learning. And he thinks he's so stupid… but he's *so* not. "Cálmate. Abre los ojos, Eva- open your eyes and look at me." ("Calm down, open your eyes.")
I open them and look up at him- those soft, gorgeous, lusty eyes of my Marshall… "Baby- ya gotta forgive *yourself*," he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to my lips and rolling his hips forward to be impossibly farther inside. "*I* can't do *anything* until you forgive yourself, Eva. Just… let it go, olvídalo."
Ohgod. I'm absoltely *crying* right now and he's just kissing me as he rocks his hips into mine.
"Estoy tratando," I tell him. I'm trying- god, I'm trying so hard.
"Look around, Baby, I *love* you. I forgive you- but… ya gotta forgive yourself. You can't use me to punish yourself anymore."
His hands circle my back and he unhooks my bra and I feel him crushed against me, rocking his hips into mine, gently, so I can feel every last *inch* of him throbbing inside me, against my heated walls as I squeeze him. I just wanna keep him inside me forever.
"I love you, Eva. Te quiero lo más que puedo, pero tiene que sentirlo para si mismo."
Ohgod- when he says shit like that to me- in *Spanish*- like he understands me- my language- my inner-self... the self that remembers being rocked in my mothers arms while she cooed to me in Spanish- sweet nothings that *her* mother whispered to *her*… about how wonderful and beautiful I was and how proud she was of me… god- I haven't even *thought* of that in soo long. If I remembered at all…
I roll us over and move my hips slowly for now and lean down to kiss *him*. "I *love* you," I say and kiss his forehead. "I *love* *you*," I say with a kiss on his eye. "I love *you*, Marsh." Kiss on his other eye. "Love you." Kiss on his nose. "Te quiero lo mucho." Kiss on his mouth.
"It's like… *finally*- I found the words. I felt it- I just… didn't know what it was." I sit up and his hands are on my hips guiding me on him and he feels *soo* good inside me like this- like anyway. But- "But *you* did- and you've had nothing but paciencia conmigo and I'm *sorry* it took so long for me to be hit with a smart stick."
"Better late than never?" He half-grunts and half-says, due to the change in angle my hips just took.
"Uh huh," I groan. "God- you feel so good inside me, Marshall. *None* of them *ever* felt this good- made me *this* crazy insane *happy*… I'm actually *happy*… with you. Because of our love."
"Good," he says. "Now can we come? Or are we torturing ourselves?"
I grin devilishly and drag my fingers viciously down his stomach, which is covered in the sticky goo of the sundae. "Whadoyou wanna do?" I ask, twisting my hips just *so*. "Fuck."
"Wanna come inside you about five times tonight. Sound like a plan?"
"Uh huh. Then we better get started on that, Mr. Mathers."
"I suppose so, Señorita Mendoza."
"I'll do the hip work, you do the rest?" I suggest and I *love* that. That we can talk during sex. And that we're making love- but yet… we're *us*. And we like to talk sometimes. Sometimes, it's not. It's just our bodies and the need to come. But- whereas the other times we've 'made love', it's been so somber and quiet- but *this* is *us*.
"Sounds like a plan," he agrees.
And that's exactly what we do. My hips have just been moving because when I'm on him and his cock is inside me, that's what they *do*. Like he said- our bodies were *meant* to be connected. It just took our hearts and minds a bit of time to catch up.
I feel his fingers spreading my labia and he places his knuckle against my swollen clit. Ohshit. I just rock harder against him, grinding my clit against his rough skin. Fuckme. Shit.
Ohgod. This is just… a blur. Too much pleasure- shooting through my bones- in my blood. My blood is liquid fire and my passage is *scalding*.
"Shit- soon?" I ask him. I *love* when we come together and I can't tell what is his and what's mine when I feel my insides quivering and filling.
He just groans and I fall down on top of him, throwing my clit hard into his knuckle and I think the shock, if anything, is what forces his own explosion as mine screams through my blood.
Fuckme. "I love you," we both half-whisper, half manage to scream.
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"Ohmygod, Baby- deeper," I groan.
"*Goin'* as fuckin' deep as I *can*, Eva," he insists, slamming into me one more time.
"Not deep *enough*," I complain. "God- want you so far inside I can't gechu out."
"That. So?" He asks with two deep thrusts.
"Uh huh." I grin and pull my knees up as far as I can as he throws his hips into me.
"Better?"
"Uh uh," I say. "Flip us." And he does. "Pull your knees up, Baby," I say, never missing a downstroke on his cock. Then, I let my *own* knees go straight out, like a split almost and "OHFUCK!" I scream as he slides in further.
"OHSHIIIT, Eva!"
"Te lo dije," I groan. Although this position doesn't really leave me much room to move, I place my hands on his chest and gyrate my hips
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," he chants. I *love* when he chants and bites his bottom lip like that. And this time, instead of leaning forward, I lean back and drape myself back over his knees and the amount of pressure that puts on myself is *amazing*. His cock is consistently rubbing against that little sweet spot inside me. He's the only one who ever showed me how much pleasure I can have.
I bet the pressure on his penis is pretty fuckin' amazing too if the insistence and lust in his chant is any indication. His sharp intakes of breath and bucking of his hips tell me that he's as ready to *pop* as am I. My body's too… sensitive.
I focus all the energy I have in my body on the feel of his penis in me and use every last ounce of strength I have to *squeeze* him inside. "EVAAA!" He screams and it's an explosion inside me and behind my eyelids as I feel him gush inside me as my insides gush out.
Holyfuck. Shit... OHMYGOD! My insides just keep flowing as my muscles milk him for all he's worth. *Shit*.
"Jesus, Eva," he groans as I collapse on top of him in a sweaty, sticky heap.
I laugh a bit as my breath tries to return. I kiss his neck softly and say, "That's four."
"Yeah… maybe five was a bit much. My fuckin' dick hurts."
"Aw, poor widdwo baby," I coo in my mother voice. "Wan' me ta kiss da boo-boo?"
"Shiit," he groans. "I don't think I *can*, 'Vita."
Oh god. He called me Evita. "Yes you can."
"No. I can't."
"You *will*," I order.
"'Vita, I swear, I can't get it up again."
"Where'd you get that from?" I ask, curious now that it's happened twice.
"What?"
"Evita- my nickname."
"Dunno. I just- picked it up I guess. An' you call me Em or Marsh, so… why? Does it bother you?"
"No. It's… just nice." And I say that because it is. And- "'Sit really hot in here?"
"Yeah- too many candles and too much-"
"Sex?"
"Yeah. Think we could hobble upstairs? Maybe throw ourselves in a shower?"
"Emmm," I whine. "I can't *move*."
"Can't move?" He starts to raise his head and then flops down again. "Me neither. Shit- you're gonna be the death a' me."
"It'll be a very pleasureable death, no?" Shit. This is just… incredible.
I've *never* felt this close to *any*one.
"What if we rolled over onto the floor?" He asks.
"Um… what would that do?"
"Well- we'd be *closer* to the stairs and we could blow out a few of the candles too."
Fuck. I can *feel* how sore I'm gonna be tomorrow. Oh my god- I probably won't be able to walk, but I don't care. I think if we fuck once more, I'll probably start bleeding and there's a part of me that wants to experience that with him.
"Just… gimme a few minutes to recover." Wouldn't be bad if we were just screwing and coming- but… the candles are practically gone- so we've been going for what? Four hours? Hard too.
"Kay," he nods and holds me tightly against him. "Eva?"
"What?"
"Are you now… *mine*? I mean… we're not gonna fuck it again?"
"No," I say. "I mean- yes to the first part. No to the second."
"What about… Hailie?" He asks. "I *love* you, Eva. I really fuckin' do and I wanna share that wit' her. I mean- what the hell happened before?"
Yeah… what *did* happen? "I freaked," I sigh. "I just- I've never been kid-friendly. Ya know- some people just… aren't natural wit' kids. Not like you-"
"I didn't *used* to be, but… I guess when you got one- it changes ya."
"Yeah," I shrug and his hands unconsciously slide down to cup my ass, not in a sexy way though, just… to hold me closer to him. He presses me against him a bit.
"I gotta know, though, Eva… you need to be able to accept my daughter for this to work- even if you don't want kids- you need to be able to accept the fact that I got a kid. 'Sthat somethin' you can do?"
Shit. I kiss his neck a bit and fuck- I don't *know*. I know I love him. I know I'm *in* love with him. I know I wanna be with him. I know we'll be together as long as he'll have me because… it feels too amazing with him. I feel like an actual person with him.
But- shit. I don't-
"Eva," he says. "I'm not *askin'* you to be her step mom or nothin'. I just… want you to get to know her a bit- not run away every time she's around. She really liked you. She was really interested in the Spanish thing. You could cook something wit' us or somethin'."
I hit his arm.
"Ow!"
"You *assume* I cook?"
"I figured you'd know how- was I wrong?"
"No. But- I'm not gonna be no housewife and make you dinner and service you at night, so forget it, Cave Marsh." He laughs a bit and I love listening to him laugh. But- it makes me feel a bit better- what he said.
"Seriously though- just… be around her- she'll grow on ya before you know it."
"Okay." Woah, what?
"What?"
"Okay?" I guess… maybe… I can do that? Just… be in a room with her? Make some of my mom's dishes? Authentic Columbian shit?
"Okay?" He asks, lifting his head and I do the same and look into his eyes.
"I guess so," I shrug. "I'm not no mother figure or anythin', but- I'm just… not used to kids. I mean- she talked *so* much."
"She was just hyper, she's not usually as jumpy. I think sometimes, Kim feeds her a bunch of sugar before droppin' her off."
"Can you just- *warn* me about these things though? Don't just… wake me up with her?"
"Okay," he nods and kisses my forehead. "Think you can move now?"
I nod. "Yeah… let's see."
And I can! Woohoo, but OH MY GOD pain. Holy shit. I'm *so* sore. "How bad is it?" He asks, noticing a bit of a limp in my step.
I smile fakly, "fine."
"Don't shit me. We really tore ya up, huh? *I* did?" He asks as we finish blowin' out the remaining candles and hobble up the stairs.
"No, *I* did," I correct him. "I think that last little bit really did me in."
"Well- I guess five times was pushin' it."
"Well- just 'cause I can't take you inside again, doesn't mean we can't come again…"
"You're *insatiable*," he says, smacking my ass a bit as get into his room.
"I'm also serious," I say, flopping down on the bed and throwing my legs apart. They are *jelly*, I swear. "So get busy."
"SHIT. You're all red and shit-"
"Well- they are the pinkest parts on my-"
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"C'mon, Baby," I groan. "I *want* it!"
"I'm not gonna, so forget it."
He lays down on my side and pulls the blanket up over us and places his arm over my stomach and nuzzles my neck. "God- I'm so glad you're back," he whispers as he dozes off. Okay- I'm suddenly *very* tired.
But… I'm glad I am too.
And I'm glad I'm finally *free*.
Epilogue
Shit. What the fuck is he-
"Eva," he says. "I *love* you. You're… shit- for the past-" he's shaking, he's so nervous "for the past two and a half years, you're all I've wanted. You're all I see when I think of myself as an eighty year old grandpa. I *love* you and all the shit we put each other through just makes me know how much more I love you.
"I *need* you, Eva and… you're *mine* as much as I'm yours. Y quiero gastar toda la vida contigo, en los brazos, en el cuerpo tuyo... I want that- I wanna wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you pressed against me every night."
Shit. What the FUCK is he DOING? Why is he doin' this?! NOW?!
Fuck. I'm crying and I don't *want* to hurt him, but-
"I guess what I'm trying to say is-" he pulls out a ring and it's… gorgeous and FUCK he slips it on my finger. "Will you marry me?" He asks.
"Marsh, I-" God. "I can't," I say, before jumping up from the chair. "I'm sorry."
And then I run. I mean- FUCK- what the hell was he THINKING?!
I mean- SHIT. Did we *not* say we'd… he *promised* he'd warn me about it. And- jesus- then he goes and does *that*?
Maybe he forgot. I mean- we made those promises two *years* ago, which is the whole reason we were out celebrating. But- god. I'm just glad he decided *not* to do in a hugely public place and I did run out the back, so… Shit.
I'm sure he hates me.
<Ring. Ring.>
I glance at the phone once I pull it out of my purse. Shit. It's him. Prolly to- no. He wouldn't tell me to get the hell out. He wouldn't. We need each other too much. He was right about that.
So much has changed in the past two years. I mean… I thought movin' in wit' him ten months ago was a big step and then he-
<Ring. Ring.>
Fuck. To pick up or not to pick up.
I just hit 'talk', but don't say anything.
"You are *too* predictable, Eva. You know that right? Why do you think I insisted on you takin' your phone wichu tonight?"
"Marshall-"
"No," he stops me. "Don't say nothin'. Just… hear me out. I love you, paranoia and annoying habits of running included and I realize once you say yes, it'll be another year before you even *start* planning a wedding and I'm sure we'll have to plan at least two or three ceremonies until I actually get you down the isle. But- I *know* it'll happen."
"Em-"
"No. Shut up, Eva. Your running and bolting shit don't affect me no more, remember? I thought with the whole moving-in incident, you'd know that by now, But-"
And *that's* true. He'd gotten me slowly into a few of his drawers. And then one day, I showed up and he had a *desk* for me and my *own* dresser in his room. Holy shit- I screamed and yelled and scratched him over *that* before storming off, only to arrive at my house after driving aimlessly for hours and finding him there with boxes.
I moved in that night.
"I *know* you want it. You're just afraid of it. I promised I'd warn you first, so consider this your warning. I'll be expecting you at home in *our* bed by midnight. I love you."
And then he just hangs up.
God I love that man. I never knew it was possible to love someone this much.
I'm just walkin' around and how could he DO that to me! I thought he'd… ya know- say- 'hey, I was thinkin' a goin' ring shopping. Wanna go?' I did *not* think he'd just… propose at a really nice anniversary dinner.
I look down on my finger and… it's *really* gorgeous. It's… well, I assume it's real and it really is exactly what I would have picked too. It's much like my other ring- only a blue stone, saphire probably, with two small rubies on either side, mounted on white gold.
Shit. I can't even be mad at him. He's right. I *do* want this. I *do* want to be his wife, but- what the hell is a *wife*? Fuck. I don't know what a wife does.
But… I glance across the street and… I smile.
Two hours later, I'm pulling into our driveway and I walk in to find the house pretty quite, which makes sense. Hailie's with Kim this week and… he was right. She's grown on me. Took a while- but when I moved in and she was livin' here half-time, it didn't bother me. So that's progress, huh?
I rummage through the junk drawer and pull off a piece of tape from the roll we've got shoved in there. I *hope* he'll like this.
I head upstairs after securing the tape and find him lying in bed with his notebook, scribbling some lyrics. He doesn't even look *up* at me when I close the door and throw my keys on my dresser. And he doesn't look up when I throw my purse angrily to the floor.
"Hi," I say, taking my hair out of the French twist.
"Hey," he replies, not looking up when I step out of my heels. I *know*! I wore *heels* for him!
"Could you help me out of my dress?" I ask. "I can't get the zipper."
"Sure." He stands up and I turn my back to him and he unzips it. "There."
"Thanks. I… wanna show you something."
"What?"
"Well- it's not completely ready yet, but you'll get the idea." I take his shoulders and sit him on the edge of the bed before I push the dress down my body and I'm completely naked underneath and he knows it.
Still- he drinks in my form hungrily before his eyes land on- "What's *that*?!" he says, part anger and part curiosity.
I take his hand and place it on my lower abdomen, right above my sex, between my two men. I feel his fingers tug on the tape a bit that's holding the ring to my body.
"Ask me again," I whisper.
"What? Now?"
I nod before peeling the bandage off my new tattoo. 'MM', in the same spot my 'TS' for Tupac is, only on the other side of my lower hip.
"Ohmygod…" he says in disbelief.
"It occurred to me, tonight, after you said what you said- that… when I got the tattoo, it was because I knew it'd never happen and I didn't *want* to get married. And it was solidifying myself- that part of myself that… felt she didn't *deserve* that."
"And now?" He asks, a tear in the corner of his eye as he looks at me.
"And now," I say, moving to straddle his lap. "You're here," I say, pointing to his intials, "because I *want* to marry you. Not because I think it'll never happen, but because you make me feel like a better person than I am… because you accepted me without question and give me your heart and soul every day. And I love you. So ask me again."
He pulls the tape off my body and takes it off the ring before smiling at me. "Shall I lock ya to the bed first?"
I smile at him and shake my head, "I'm not goin' anywhere."
"Eva María Mendoza Lopez," he says with an almost flawless accent, before kissing me softly, "it'd be my *extreme* honor to call you Eva María Mendoza Lopez de Mathers one day. I love you with all my heart and body and soul. Will you marry me?"
I smile and start crying. "Yes," I say and kiss him. "Yes, yes," I kiss him again as he slips the ring on my finger officially. "Yes, I'll marry you, Marshall."
And I know I will.
He knows me *too* well.
I'm no longer a criminal, no longer a prisoner of my heart or mind.
I'm just Eva.
And that's all he's ever seen.
THE END
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
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