Seven Days

I walked to his apartment that night, thinking on what I had done. After I had agreed, he left for a while, to return later with two nurses, a doctor, and a paper that needed my family’s seal. Witnesses present, I signed the marriage document, and he left again to turn it in while the doctors and nurses moved my sister to better accommodations. A better room, better equipment, and a great view out the windows lining one wall. When she waked up, she might think she’s been transported to one of her fantasy kingdoms, and maybe with the meds she might even have some adventures she’ll tell me about later.

I waited for a light to turn, feeling the key in my hand. Geez, I’m married at 16, to some guy I’d only just met, and now I get second thoughts. Ah, well. I jumped in this headfirst, and eyes open, so that’s how I’ll see this through.

I entered the hotel, and the receptionist looked as if she were about to hit the panic button hiding under her desk. I walked strait to her, and handed her the slip of paper. I fidgeted with my bag strap while she read it, looked me over, and made a phone call. Not ten seconds after the person she called answered, she was all smiles and ‘can I help you ma’am?’. Witness the power of money. I was shown to the elevator, and whisked to the top floor. The doors opened, and I was bowed into the suite. I wondered just what the hell the key was for when the maid asked me if I needed anything. I told her no, and she said to ring room service if I change my mind. I walked down the hall, staring at the décor and giant view. I wandered through doors, looking into bathroom, a study, a library, and two bedrooms before I came to a locked door. I used the key, and entered the Master Bedroom.

Oh, My, God. I dropped my bag and drifted around the room, taking in the walk-in closet, the giant bay window, the huge four poster bed. When I went into the bathroom, I couldn’t resist feeling the mosaic walls and fluffy towels. Imagine my shock when I realized the towels were kept warm by the towel bar itself! Or that the shower would start instantly if you stepped inside, and at the right temperature. It was one of those surround showers too, so I was immediately drenched. I laughed, and walked out to start stripping in front of the mirror and sinks.

“It’s good to know your enjoying yourself, although I must say that the shower is much more enjoyable when you go in without your clothes on.” I froze, and covered my front with my sopping shirt, pushing wet hair aside as I turned to stare at my new husband. He had taken off his jacket, and had been loosening his tie when he’d caught sight of me. Now he faced me, smiling as I blushed and stammered. I guess he decided to give me a break from trying to figure out the right combo of excuses and threats, because he came towards me, unbuttoning his cuffs as he moved forward.

He backed me to the warm sink (was everything pre-warmed in this place?), and tilted my face up with one finger. I stood there, and I felt an electric charge between us. I in my underwear, soaked and trying to cover myself with an equally drenched shirt, and him still mostly dressed and completely dry. I stared up into his eyes, and noticed that they were a dark blue, a deep dark blue like a nighttime sea. The more I stared, the more I believed I actually saw stars reflected in his eyes. Then I felt his lips brush mine, and I held still. He shifted, changing the angle, and I slipped into the kiss as it deepened.

I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation. He tasted like ginger and honey, and easily swept me away into the sensations. I don’t know how long we stood there, just kissing, before his hands tugged the shirt away. I felt them, hot and sure, curve around me, sliding over my skin, pulling me closer. I tentively moved my hands to slip under the hem of his shirt, feeling hot skin and muscles. I was the leader of a gang, I had seen my fair share of bodies, shirtless, broken, bloody, and sweaty, gleaming. I can recall the skin and muscles on those of my members, as well as those of opponents. None compared to his when he slipped out of his shirt. Skin darker than mine, stretched over steely muscles. His body was hairless, and had a strange tattoo. It looked like he had the currents of the water swirling over him, and I’m sure if I stared I’d see them moving.

I was back in the shower, only this time he was in with me. The water rolled over us in a sensual rhythm, heightening the experience, and I dragged my nails down his back when he kept adding to the level of pleasure. He looked up at me, and grinned, his eyes fairly gleaming. I swear the stars were swirling, but then he bent to task again and I focused on staying upright.

I cried out as wave after wave of electricity swelled inside, pushing me high so that I was flying through the water pouring around me. I held on tight to him when he stood, my legs quivering and unable to stand. He held on, and then scooped me up. He walked out of the shower and climbed into the waiting tub, keeping me in his lap as we sank into the steamy bubbles. I looked up at him, feeling the ends of my hair swirling around me, and starting to feel the overwhelming embarrassment of what I’d just done.

“Don’t get all uptight and shy now. You married me, and I want all of you, whenever I can. Whatever I do, I make sure it’s pleasurable to me. I like watching you come, and I like knowing I can make you.” He smiled, and brushed my cheek.

“Why?” His fingers stilled slightly, then resumed gently trailing over my cheek, over my jaw, down my neck, and to my back.

“I was wondering how to respond when you finally got around to asking me that, and I guess it’s because I love you.” I stared at him in disbelief. Love? What did this guy know about me, in fact what did I know about him? How can he love me when he just met me?

“I can see the skepticism there, in your eyes. How can I love you when I don’t even know you, huh? I guess it’s because I do know you, in fact, I know you better than anyone, even your sister. I know you stayed up for three nights to get into the best high school because you knew your sister would want to follow you there. I know you practice nightly to keep your body in shape in case you have to fight someone to protect the area around you and your sister. I know the jobs you’ve secretly been searching for, to make a separate account you can access anytime just in case you or your sister need the money.” He kissed me again, then swept his lips down to drag teeth on my neck. I could feel his hands working under the water, igniting my body once more. I could feel his swollen cock on my thigh, and knew he was gonna consummate the marriage, and make it real. He held me poised, twitching and shivering over the head of it, and looked me deep in the eyes.

“Mostly, I love you because I have no real reason.” One thrust, and he was in me. I cried out at the sudden pain, then dug my nails in his shoulder at the even greater pleasure. I leaned down and began to rock against him in abandon, desperately seeking that flying feeling again. I could feel his control disintegrating, his caresses rougher, and his thrusts more urgent. Water sloshed over the rim to the floor, and as our lips found each other, we couldn’t care less.


I would just like to take the time and ask myself, how could I do this, while my sister was still in the hospital, and after all that had happened? How could I hand myself over to this guy I’d just met, hand myself and everything I am so quickly and utterly? I think it’s because I loved him too. Just like he loved me. There was no rhyme or reason for it, I just did.


We made it to the bed after that, and for the rest of the night, we spent it there. He left me only once to bring in dinner, courtesy of room service. He said he doesn’t expect me to cook for him right away, but to just learn his tastes in food. I blushed and glared and dug in, making mental notes. He knew that much about me, it stood to reason he also knew I was an A student in home economics and cooking classes at my schools. He couldn’t have known that my fondest wish as a younger girl had been to be a housewife….or that I still secretly held that dream.

I woke up the next morning listening to him talking to someone in the other room. I pushed myself up, and looked around the room for something to wear. My clothes from last night were crumpled heaps, and his were tossed over chairs. The only thing close to me was his shirt, so I leaned down to grab it. I slipped it over my head, and felt myself get encased in his scent, dark spices that reminded me of commercials for India and Egypt, exotic places with heavy, seductive spices. I buttoned it, and walked to where my bag lay. I’d never gotten around to unpacking last night. I reached in and grabbed a pair of underwear. I slipped them on, and decided against anything else. I swiped my cell from a corner pocket along with its charger, and walked to the outlet by the window. I plugged it in and made some quick calls.

First was to Sakura, to let her know I had some family business to deal with and that I’d see them later this week, and call her later. Next was to the hospital to check up on Tia, who was in much better shape, and they were cutting back on her meds so if I visited later today I could talk to her. As I hung up, I heard his voice rising in volume in the other room.

I walked out the bedroom, making sure I had the key in case it locked, and walked to where he was. The study door was only partially closed, and his voice was coming from there. The closer I got, the clearer his voice got, but not his words. He was speaking a completely different language, and I could hear someone responding. It was another guy’s voice, this one gruffer, gravelly. I couldn’t understand, but I could tell that my guy wasn’t happy about something. I left the study door, and went into the kitchen. A quick search turned up the makings for a typical Western breakfast, so I started making it. After all, who could say no to eggs, pancakes, and bacon? Soon, the smell of things cooking began to fill the house. I made plenty, remembering the spices of things last night and improvising on the eggs and bacon. The first batch of pancakes was cooling on a plate when I heard the study door shut.

He walked in the kitchen and stopped. A smile came to his face, and I smiled back without thinking. He smiled wider, came over, and dropped a quick kiss on my lips, and a longer one on my neck. We finished breakfast at a slow rate, trading bites of food for kisses and cuddles. Finally, we were in the living room, lying down on the couch, when he sighed and held me tighter.

“I’ve been told to return sooner than I expected. Seems like someone is aiming higher than they should, and I need to knock them down a couple pegs. I’ll be gone a long time.” I stared at his hand, covering my waist, and twisted in his arms to face him. What I saw in those dark blue eyes was a reluctance to leave, and a regret for something else. I can only guess now that he had been regretting the fact he couldn’t tell me more than that.

“When do you leave?”