A Little Bit Married

For You

Mist covered the glass I had been staring at, but I couldn't quite care. Gray was still behind me, his lips gently kissing down my neck and my now exposed shoulders, my lips parting. I reached my hand backwards to grab a handful of his silky wet hair, my other hand coming up across my chest, and resting right at the very edge of my neckline.

"What do you want?" He whispered, his breaths hot. His voice deep and husky. "Tell me what you want to feel."

I sighed, slowly turning to him, my heart pounding hard in my chest. "I want to feel everything," I said, my voice hardly sounding like mine. "I want to feel everything you can make me feel."

He nodded, his hand gently running across my back, his fingers playing around with the edge of my zipper. "We have waited long enough, haven't we?"

I nodded. "Far too long."

He smiled, then slowly pulled the zipper down, my back sloely opening up the lower he pulled the zipper. I sighed, my eyes looking up to the misty mirror.

His reflection was a blur, but the look in his eyes was undeniable, and I could feel each and every bit of desire that seeped through his eyes, his eyes darting up to me.

"I have waited far too long, too, Angeline."

He let the dress drop, his hand immediately wrapping over my chest, shielding me as he pulled me back a little more.

"But I am willing to wait just a little longer. The last thing I want is to take you in a hospital bathroom."

I bit down on my lips. "I was too eager," I said, my voice low. "I am sorry."

He laughed against my neck, his hand gently running down my skin. "I want this just as much, trust me. There were times when I wondered if I could still hold on. Times where I wanted to feel your heat against me and be buried in sin. At the same time, I want to take you like a woman. In my bed, in my shower. I am not going to take you in a place of the easiest convenience like just another woman whose calibre will never compete against yours."

"Bring back Gray," I said, laughing. "My Gray is not quite such a sweet talker."

He laughed, running his hand down my stomach, his lips gently kissing my shoulder, tending to a fire he knew he wouldn't let explode, yet teased me to the high heavens just for the fun of it.

"You think?" He asked, resting his chin on my shoulder, his hand running down my stomach, the water soaking us even more.

"Are you?"

"I could be," he whispered, and I sighed, my eyes looking up to the mirror again.

"Thank you," I said, my eyes turning slightly to meet his profile. "For all the rules that you broke for me."

He chuckled. "Thank you, too. For all the bullshit I said that you didn't quite listen to."

I laughed, and he slowly leaned away.

"I will help you, however," he said, grabbing a shampoo from the supplies he had brought for me. "Just don't look at me and bite your lips."

I laughed. "I didn't know the almighty Gray had a weakness."

He chuckled, his fingers running down my hair. It was crazy, it was unconventional, it was beautiful,it was perfect.

"Not quite almighty."

"What then?"

"Just yours," he said simply, scrubbing my scalp gently. "Just yours."

I closed my eyes as whatever he was doing weakened my knees, and I felt my body immediately relax. He let me lean back on him, my hair falling over his shoulder, and he left small kisses on my neck as he massaged my scalp gently.

"Mine," I repeated, and he kissed me a little harder. "My Gray."

I could have toyed with the hands of time just so I would be able to stay in that bath for much longer. I could have done anything just to be able to feel his body against me, his hands massaging my scalp, while I was mostly bare and vulnerable.

The bath was soon over, and he wrapped me up, then kissed my forehead, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, before finally letting me taste him again.

It felt like ages since I felt his warmth on mine, and I grabbed the two flaps of his shirt and moved backwards. He pinned me back on the wall and leaned on it, his hand resting on the tiled wall, his lips parting mine, his body hovering right above me.

I slowly worked his buttons, even though everything in me was screaming for me to get it done already. I was hoping I would do it slowly enough for him to not notice, but my eagerness took the best of me, and I found myself pulling and cursing under my breath when one of them refused to budge.

He laughed in my ear before putting his fingers in between the flaps and pulling it open. The buttons forcefully fell out, and I leaned forward, reclaiming his lips, my chest heaving as I helped push down the shirt towards his arms before letting him finish that up and slowly ran .y fi hers around the masculine curve of his waist, and down to the very edge of the V line that led to the waistband of the pants he was wearing.

I felt my breath hitch as I felt his skin like that, and my hand ran up his sectioned, toned stomach, my eyes moving to look down at the work of art I had in my hands.

"Like what you see?" He asked, cupping my chin gently and lifting my face to meet his eyes.

My lips parted, and I immediately sucked it back in, biting down on my bottom lip and gently releasing it with a pop sound.

I could feel his body tense up, and I bit down on my lip a little harder, my hands running up his back from around his waist, and then finally settling on the large muscles of his back, my nails digging right into the hard flesh.

"f**k," he cursed under his breath, his hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled my body into his, his lips kissing mime like it would be the last time he got to do it. Like forever wouldn't come until he had his fill, and he had to have it now.

I moaned in his mouth, my nails dragging across his back, hard enough to inflict pleasurable pain, and light enough to not actually injure him. Just leave him with marks that would be reminiscent of the pleasure we both found right here, in the most unconventional place, in the midst of all the things that could have gone so hellishly wrong.

He broke the kiss, his thumb running up and down the edge of my neck, his eyes looking down at me through his dark, long lashes.

The lashes added an extra layer of darkness to his already stormy eyes, and I swallowed, my knees weak.

"You are such a tease."

I laughed, running my fingers up his chest, my eyes meeting his. "You are just addictive."

He gave a small smile, then left a small peck on my lips. "You need to go. I am standing by my word."

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "I was hoping you would forget. The last thing I want is to be respected when it comes to...this."

He gave a small chuckle. "I said nothing about respecting you, sweetheart. The moment you get in my bed, we are both forgetting just how much I like you. Whatever it takes to get you screaming, we will do just that."

"And I am the tease?"

He laughed, a rich, hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling on each side, light filling them. "Go away, Angeline."

"Fine. Fine, I am leaving. Would you kiss me one more time, though?"

He laughed, then kissed me slowly, his hand cupping my cheek, his tongue slowly invading my mouth. Just as I started to lean into him, he broke the kiss and then started to laugh.

I gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and stomped out of the bathroom, feigning annoyance, my hands crossed in front of me. Kris was luckily still sleeping, and I was grateful that our little... shower adventure hadn't woken him up.

To be honest, more than I was happy about the fact that we were building something solid with Gray, I was happy that Kris found a family that would love him. Because I certainly will.

He was Gray's, and when I looked at him, I saw Gray. When he smiled, I saw Gray. There was no reason for me to hate him.

Gray came out a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair falling in this, wet strands down his face, his eyes shielded by the strands.

I watched him from where I was sitting, wearing a hoodie he had brought along with the remaining supplies for some reason. He had a change of clothes too, and I had set them on the other couch neatly for him.

He walked to Kris and just examined him before he walked towards his clothes.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked, turning to me, a devilish smirk on his lips.

I rolled my eyes, snapping out of the trance that his perfect presence had put me in, and I turned away, reminding myself that I was supposed to be angry.

He laughed, then dropped the shirt he had picked up, covering the distance to me. I tried to move, but he was faster, and before I could remember my own name, his hands were gently wrapping around my head, his fingers playing with the strands of my still damp hair.

Slowly, he brought my head to rest on his stomach, his other hand patting my shoulder.

"I am sorry," he whispered, then leaned to kiss my hair.

"I wasn't really angry," I said, but wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head better on his stomach. "I just feel so strongly for you."

He chuckled. "We really are beans in a pod, Angeline."

I looked up. "What do you mean?"

"We both would do anything to avoid saying the word when it is so f*****g obvious."

I bit down on my lips, my hands wrapping around him tighter.

"It ruins things. It ruins everything."

"You don't know that," he said, still caressing my hair.

"I do," I said, my eyes slowly closing. "I said the words far too fast, far too easily and far too early to Kevin, and he ended up...."

"I am going to need you to do me a favour, Angeline."

I looked up to him, and he slowly leaned to my height, his face a mere inch away from mine, his eyes darting slowly across both of mine.

"I need you to point out my features that look like that of your ex."

I swallowed. He looked deathly serious, his eyes thin, his brows furrowed. I swallowed, my eyes taking him in.

Where Kevin had brown eyes, Gray had swirling, stormy grey ones. Where Kevin had light brown curly hair, Gray had dark, silky hair. Where Kevin had been a total douche bag, Gray had been nothing but an absolute gentle man to me, even he didn't need to be. Where Kevin had let his mother bully me because he lacked the spine to call her out for it, Gray threw his remaining family out of his house because he knew they hated me. Even when I was blissfully unaware.

I ran my hand down the side of his face. "You are nothing like him."

"Then why do you expect that I would treat you the same?"

His voice was calm. It's not like he was trying to scold me or make me feel bad for the comparison I hadn't even realized I made. He just seemed like he truly wanted to know why I was a lot more careful with my heat than I had been with Kevin.

And to be honest, I still bent to the mounting attraction. My heart quickly came on my sleeve with him, and even though I was extremely wary of breaking my heart again, I still very badly wanted to explore this. I wanted to see where these feelings would take us. Where this attraction would lead us.

I swallowed, my chest heaving hard as my eyes darted across both of his. I ran my fingers down his face, then leaned to place a small kiss on his cheek.

"I am sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, sweetheart. Your heart is what you need to apologize to. You keep hurting it with the unnecessary reminder."

I nodded. "I am sorry, then."

He raised a brow, then gave a small chuckle. He kissed my forehead, then leaned away from me.

"Good girl. Take care of it."

I nodded, watching his back as he walked away, a smile playing on my lips.

"For you," I whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear it, but knowing it wouldn't make a difference even if he didn't. It would still be for him either way.