10-08-2018, 01:55 PM
God it was hard standing there in silence. Nyxa bit her lip due to bottled excitement, watching with alert interest as the door handle twisted. She remembered this feeling too acutely: when she first realized how in love she was with him, playing the waiting game at home once she’d returned from her program abroad studying the sea life they both dearly cared for, on through her pregnancies and now here, in the midst of their anniversary.
Whatever fire had stoked to life between them so many years ago never dimmed, and when he finally brushed through the door in the same old fashion she’d witnessed hundreds of times before this one, she could feel that same inferno rising to a sweltering heat deep inside. God he was perfect.
The struggle to keep her peace was almost too unbearable, seeing the flowers he held and the way he deftly meandered towards her. Polite as ever, Hod’s comment on dinner smoothed her face and gave Nyxa a smoldering grin. “Just wait until you taste it.” She finally broke, goosebumps rising along her arms as he gifted her with the brightly-colored bouquet and ran a strong hand along her side.
She’d divulged to her book club (really an hour for the neighborhood mothers to catch up and gossip) that there was nothing more sensuous than a blind man's touch, and feeling him now that statement held up. Hod had managed to map every inch of her skin so he knew perfectly well which spots set her off. It’s why she doesn’t resist when he leans in for a flawless kiss, the fading color of his once pure black hair providing a curtain that soaked her in his particular scent.
And his embrace … dear God she’d nearly forgotten about dinner when he held her like that. “Happy anniversary to you too, love.” She giggled airily, once their lips had parted and his head came to rest against her own. “Yes … Tyr was happy to go once I told him my plans.” She teased, twining one palm through his to lead Hod away from the entrance and into the dining room. Nyxa bent over the table and placed the flowers in a readied vase, having come to expect this sort of thing from someone as wonderfully thoughtful as her husband, and without losing her grip on his hand she directed him to where the new seat was arranged.
“You’ll be wanting some energy so I think dinner first and then maybe a swim after?” Nyx smiled, leaning in again to press a hurried kiss to his temple. “Wait here.” She instructed, edging away from Hod to prepare a plate with her signature spaghetti and placing it in front of him before making her own. “Fork is here, spoon is there, and knife is here - on the opposite side of the plate.” His wife explained, guiding his fingers with the lightest of touches before taking her own seat.
“How was your day? I’ve missed you.” The chef asked, pouring them both a glass of wine and placing his strategically for easy access. In the next instant her mouth was stuffed with food, a tight coil building her gut with anticipation for what would hopefully come afterwards ...
@[Hod]
Whatever fire had stoked to life between them so many years ago never dimmed, and when he finally brushed through the door in the same old fashion she’d witnessed hundreds of times before this one, she could feel that same inferno rising to a sweltering heat deep inside. God he was perfect.
The struggle to keep her peace was almost too unbearable, seeing the flowers he held and the way he deftly meandered towards her. Polite as ever, Hod’s comment on dinner smoothed her face and gave Nyxa a smoldering grin. “Just wait until you taste it.” She finally broke, goosebumps rising along her arms as he gifted her with the brightly-colored bouquet and ran a strong hand along her side.
She’d divulged to her book club (really an hour for the neighborhood mothers to catch up and gossip) that there was nothing more sensuous than a blind man's touch, and feeling him now that statement held up. Hod had managed to map every inch of her skin so he knew perfectly well which spots set her off. It’s why she doesn’t resist when he leans in for a flawless kiss, the fading color of his once pure black hair providing a curtain that soaked her in his particular scent.
And his embrace … dear God she’d nearly forgotten about dinner when he held her like that. “Happy anniversary to you too, love.” She giggled airily, once their lips had parted and his head came to rest against her own. “Yes … Tyr was happy to go once I told him my plans.” She teased, twining one palm through his to lead Hod away from the entrance and into the dining room. Nyxa bent over the table and placed the flowers in a readied vase, having come to expect this sort of thing from someone as wonderfully thoughtful as her husband, and without losing her grip on his hand she directed him to where the new seat was arranged.
“You’ll be wanting some energy so I think dinner first and then maybe a swim after?” Nyx smiled, leaning in again to press a hurried kiss to his temple. “Wait here.” She instructed, edging away from Hod to prepare a plate with her signature spaghetti and placing it in front of him before making her own. “Fork is here, spoon is there, and knife is here - on the opposite side of the plate.” His wife explained, guiding his fingers with the lightest of touches before taking her own seat.
“How was your day? I’ve missed you.” The chef asked, pouring them both a glass of wine and placing his strategically for easy access. In the next instant her mouth was stuffed with food, a tight coil building her gut with anticipation for what would hopefully come afterwards ...
@[Hod]