He Only Wanted One Thing

Tonight was the night, the date had been arranged on the spur of the moment, again he was plagued by doubt was it a mistake? Should be have finally let her how he felt, the cold sweat of fear breaks out as he remembers each man who’d gone before him. After years of serving as her confidante, he’d thought that hearing every detail of the men who’d betrayed the love of his life had been torture both because of the hurt they caused her and the fact that each one had been with the only woman he’d ever cared for, each time she’d found a new one he had sincerely wished her every happiness, yet each time he’d had to watch her wince as the bruises moved beneath her clothes, yet she’d never allowed him to act. Until finally when the last one had put her in the hospital he’d hunted the bastard done and given him a beating nearly as severe as the one he’d given her, he’d never been so happy in his life as when she’d come to the police station to bail him out and he’d given her his full support, she told him that she was going to confront the boyfriend and even more so when his angel had used the threat of taking the bastard to court to get him to drop the charges.
Suddenly without conscious thought he’d kissed her, for a second nothing had happened then almost desperately she had returned the kiss, he’d held her tightly before remembering her broken ribs, however she’d barely notice the pain.

After driving her to the hospital, he’d been shocked by the hate filled looks the doctors and nurses gave him before he realised who they’d mistaken him for and no doubt his bruised and split knuckles explained why he’d been mistaken for the bastard, the next shock had come when an extremely angry doctor confronted them firstly demanding to know why she’d checked herself out the hospital, then after getting her back into bed, the doctor had turned on him, threats to call the police if he heard another instance of her falling down the stairs.
However the doctor hadn’t kept his voice down and Susan had heard, she’d come storming out of the bed angrier than he’d ever see her, in terms completely at odds to her normally almost irritatingly meek and polite manor, and using terms he hadn’t even known she’d knew she’d torn into the doctor, verbally haranguing him, before finally spent she shouts and I’ll kill you if you ever talk that way to the man who saved me from the motherless bastard that put me in here, you here me I’ll kill you” suddenly she burst into tears, “I’ll kill you.“, he’d then gathered her into his arms and carried her back to the bed and just held her until she’d cried herself to sleep. Again the doctor had confronted him this time with stammered apologises,
He hadn’t left the bedside until the following morning when she woke him up from where he’d dozed off, he’d been glad when the nurse that had shooed out all the other visitors had seeming gone blind when she’d looked round the curtain and paid him no heed, and the smile he got from Susan that morning had made him feel like finding the old bat and kiss her, Susan had claimed the kiss instead. And he was just as happy.

He came back the present with a snap it had been torture but even if the relationship failed, even if she never wanted to see him again like she had with each of the others after she’d finally left them. He would by God show her that there was at least one man in this miserable excuse for a planet that would lover her for who she was and not as a punching bag. He’d prove to her that she deserved to be loved, that these foul creatures that where all she’d known weren’t what she deserved, that the years of abuse her father’s fist had given to her weren’t her fault. Even though it would break his heart to lose her, if that was what it took to make her happy it was a price that he would pay from now until the day he died and be glad for that he’d done it.

Yes, tonight’s date might have been arranged in a hurry. But it, wasn’t as spur of the moment as he’d though he’d been planning it ever since he’d first met her some ten years previously, strange that now the deed was done he had no idea why it had taken so long. Suddenly a new thought occurs to him bringing the fear back twice as hard as before, was the last ten years of pain and suffering his fault? If he’d had the courage to do what he’d done so recently, could he have saved her from the years of abuse? And even worse would she blame him for it and end things before they started? And again the endless unanswerable what ifs run though his head.

Finally the time arrives and he steps out of the house, he desperately fights the urge to run, unsure whether he’d run home or run to her. Either way he clings to his self control, the streets crawl by seeming to take forever to pass as he walks the yet his watch tells him that the minutes are truly seconds. Ten agonising minutes later he taps on the door, a quite “Coming” seeps though the door, the sound of her voice steals his uncertainty and nerves, contentment spreads though him and he presents the flowers to her as she opens the door, yet time stands still as his eye meet hers the flowers are totally unnoticed as her arms fly round his neck, he barely pulls the flowers from between there bodies before her desperate body crashes against him and she pulls his lips down to hers the flowers fall to the floor as his arms surround her pulling her to him, the entire universe vanishes, nothing exists beyond the taste of her mouth, the scent of he hair, the burning heat of her body and the sound of his raging heart. An eternity later a something else invades their private world a faint burning builds, their lungs demanding air. Reluctantly they part and she steps back to invite him in but an ominous crunch draws there attention to the floor where the scattered remains of the bouquet litter the floor, they bend down recovering as many flower from the trampled mess as they can.

Heading into the house the smell of food hits his nose and he turns a questioning eye to her, “I thought we were eating out? I’ve got reservations at the Salvador.”
“I changed my mind, I want you all to myself to night, with no intruders”
He wraps his arms around her and she lifts her lips to his, again the world disappears until again the need to breath reluctantly draws them apart, “I’ll go finish dinner, you call the restaurant”.

The meal passes in a dream like haze, the foods favour, concealed by their enjoyment of each other’s company, the playful banter of a long term and trusted friendship driven to a new level, by the still dawning reality of their new relationship. Finally as the last glass of wine leave the bottle she comes round an sits on his lap, as they share the last glass between them, and he starts whispering in her ear the sweet little nothing, that have no meaning, yet are the most important things in the world at the time they are said. She shifts on his lap as she kisses him and feels the pressure that has developed inside his trousers she rests her hand against it and whispers “Do you want to?”
His husky voice whispers back “He does, but I’m going to wait for you to be ready.”
“I’m ready”, she grabs his hand and leads him to the bedroom.

When they near the bed she grabs for his trousers but he catches her hand in his pulling her into a another kiss, still holding her hands he turns her around, as he stands behind the beauty that has captured is heart he spends a second contemplating the marvels of the universe settling finally of the greatest wonder of all that the women in front of him had consented to be his.