A Little Bit Married

Innocence and Restraint

"I can see you are awake," the doctor said, leaning to me.

I nodded, still a little out of breath, and unable to trust myself to talk. He smiled and went ahead to check my vitals. I slowly turned to Gray, who was now backed up next to the doctor, his lips sucked in between his teeth.

He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cocaine jar, his heart thumping so hard that I could see the rhythm against his open shirt.

I gave a small laugh, and he turned, meeting my eyes. He still looked flustered and slightly red, and it only made me laugh a little more.

A smile spread on his lips, and he licked his bottom lip before turning away, leaving me laughing to myself, the doctor slightly astonished.

The doctor soon finished his checkup, and he turned to Gray, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"She is fine now. She will need a little rest, and she can be discharged tomorrow."

Gray nodded. "Thank you."

The doctor smiled, then turned away and started to walk to the door. He opened it, then turned, like he had forgotten something.

"Uhm... one more thing."

I looked up to the doctor, and from the corner of my eyes, I could see Gray doing the same thing.

"Too much pressure around the neck area can cause a bit of trouble."

My brows furrowed in confusion, but the doctor started to laugh as he walked away, and it didn't take me a while to put it together. I turned to Gray, who had his face buried in his hand, and it only made me laugh harder.

"This is your fault," he said, turning to me, his voice low.

I couldn't bring myself to say a word for the first few minutes, and it only made him even more embarrassed. Before I knew it, Gray was over me, his fingers furiously tickling my sides, his eyes determined.

I laughed like a maniac, my body twisting in all directions as I tried to move away from his grip, but he was far stronger, and he already had an advantage.

"Gray!" I screamed before pushing myself up, my hands wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close to my face, my chest heaving hard, my body immediately reacting to the drastic measures I had taken to get him to stop.

He had a smile on his face, too, but I could see the humour slip with how close to my face he was and the apparent implications of being that close.

"You don't want the doctor catching us again, do you?"

His eyes thinned, and he pulled me into him, adjusting me so my legs wrapped around his waist, the already short hospital gown pushing up past my thigh.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he ran his hand down the opening in the back, his eyes holding mine.

"I am not scared of him."

I broke into a laugh, my right index finger gently tapping the tip of his nose. "Guess what is still red from being caught red-handed."

He rolled his eyes. "I might have been caught off guard."

He made me laugh, but I wrapped my hands around him tighter, my eyes holding his. "So what now? When will you stop?"

His eyes darted slowly to my lips, and I felt the familiar rush in my veins. The thrill of being wanted. The rush of desire. It felt so f*****g good.

"Why did you do that?" He asked suddenly, leaning closer, his hands now running up and down my thighs.

"Do what?"

"You know what I am talking about, Angeline."

I shrugged. "I wanted to. And that b***h Victoria really thought she could seduce you with a cleavage like I have none."

He broke into a laugh and swiftly moved me, till I was lying down on my back, his body hovering right above me.

"You were sitting right next to me, Angeline."

"That's what makes it more disrespectful."

He laughed, then leaned, kissing my earlobe. "You would still have me on a leash without them."

"Aren't you a sweettalker?"

He laughed against my skin. "I love you," he said slowly, his kisses slow against my neck, his hand running down my thigh. "That beats whatever cleavage there could be out there. And f**k, Angeline, you know how f*****g sexy I find you? You make me think dirty, derogatory things. You make me want to have a taste and beg for more. Tie myself on a leash and sumbit myself to your worship right before I show you the true essence of domination. A thousand women could be throwing cleavages at me, and you would still be the woman I want to take to bed."

I met his eyes, his words setting me on fire, my body reacting to the electricity he was causing to pass through me.

"I always knew you weren't as innocent as you made me believe."

He made me a chuckle. "When did I ever give you the impression that I was innocent?"

I shrugged, running my hand down his chest. "When we shared the same bed countless times and you didn't make a move on me."

He chuckled, his face burying in the crook of my neck. He let his kisses fill me up, till I was gripping unto his shirt, my head moved to one side so he would have more space around my neck. f**k what the doctor said.

"It is called restraint, sweetie. I can change that view of innocence with your consent."

I swallowed, unable to say a word before he claimed my lips in his, his fingers running down my thighs, his other hand gently taking its place on my chest.

I felt safe, desired, and wanted, and for this night, I could push everything away. I could act like it was all right, and this could be happily ever after. I could act like I wasn't plagued by thoughts of him pulling away and never coming back.