A Forbidden Life

Today was the same as every other day.. I woke up, nestled into his neck, and we made love like we do most mornings, theres no spontaneity in it now, but its our comfort.
We'll love each other in the evenings sometimes but he gets tired, and I'll have work to get in.. the time just runs away..
Today was the same as any other day.. but it was also different, it was the day before I went back to school, and he had to go in, for training, but that wasnt why it was different, we'd done this before, he'd leave in the morning, I'd sleep until the afternoon, do some work and do anything to pass the time until he got home, and no-one would suspect a thing.
But today, something was amiss. I felt fear on him when he came back in, ten minutes after he'd left.
"What is it, whats wrong?" I asked, stroking the rough stubble on his face, as he held on to me tight. "Seriously sweety, you're scaring me.."

The press had gotten hold of our "Story". Though it wasnt a story as much as a tidbit about our relationship that made it border on illegal.. The pathetic parasites will come after anything they can fuck up.

He told me not to answer the door, I agreed, profusely. I had no intentions of fucking up his career and my family, or relationship with him. I kissed him hard and long, I considered begging him not to leave me, but it would only make it harder on both our parts. I closed the heavy bedroom curtains, so that they couldnt find some way of getting a clear image of me.

The details of the day arent important, I tried my hardest to sleep through the morning like usual..

I was in the shower, caressing my body, under the warm water that took to my skin so delightfully.. I was proud of my body, he was proud of my body. Unlike a childish schoolboy, he appreciated my curves, there was no Stick-thin-to-win system with him, his wisdom had captured my body in its own perfection.
Then I was blinded suddenly, by a blackness, the lights had shut off. I didnt panic, as I knew it couldnt be a powercut because the shower was still going.
I took the strange phenomenon to appreciate the sensations around me, the war water riveting over my breasts and thighs, the steamy atmosphere of the bathroom, had I not been so caught up in the moment I probably would've screamed when one of his hands rubbed sensuously over my abdomen.
Within moments, I could feel him pressed close against me, his body heat mingling with mine and reaching the showers temperature, his face brushed against my neck, the harsh but subtle kisses protruding from his lips.
I graced my hands backwards to hold his face as he kissed my palms, allocating me some kind of goddess, I couldnt see what I was doing, but God, it felt so good, relying purely on sensation and instinct, I turned myself to him, and drew from his lips the sweetest, most passionate kisses I've come to know of him, and with some force he lifted and held me against the shower wall, he turned the showerhead so that the rain would keep pouring down our bodies, as he entered me and made me come harder than I'd ever thought I could, the sensation of his grasp, both inside and outside of me, and ths gushing water keeping my body moist... These were spontaneous tactics, a girl could only dream of, and only a man could deliver.

Wrapped in a bath robe, he held out the towel for me, wrapping it around my body, he hugged me close and we took in each others scent, he stroked my dampened hair and kissed my forehead.. the whole thing was barely reminiscent of a parenting technique but it translated to the situation just fine, he held my face a short distance from his.
"Do you know how scared I was of losing you today?" He asked, with my hands coming up to meet his.
I nodded slightly, and leant my face into his left hand, kissing the back of it.
"..We'll be fine." I managed to utter out, and he leant down and drew from me a trembled kiss.