“Because I keep thinking you’re going to wise up and realize you can do so much better than me,” he said angrily. “God, Sara; you’re incredible! You’re smart and funny and kind and just fucking awesome. I’m a fucked-up veteran who could barely get out of bed six weeks ago.”
She put her hands on his face and kissed him. “No. No, you are not,” she said with a kindness that could not hide the firmness in her voice. “That might be who you were — but not anymore. You’re my thoughtful, kind, beautiful man. A strong woman like me does not invite fucked-up veterans into her bed. Andy, your family is stupid wealthy — but you’ve never once treated me like a charity case. Don’t you dare think that my love for you is some sort of charity case. You’re not that stupid, my love,” she said with tears in her eyes.
He wiped the tears from her face while he considered his next words. “I’m sorry, Sara. I do need you, and I suck at showing that sometimes. I love you, and you’re right.”
“Baby, we will get through all this shit — together. Then, there will be more shit, and we’ll deal with that the same way — together. We need each other. I love what you told me once: you could live without me, but you don’t want to. Andy, I feel the same way. You believe in me, and you’ve reintroduced me to myself. Please — baby — please let me do the same thing.”
“I will,” he said softly.
“Damn right you will,” she said. “Andy, we’re so good together. Our singing together is just one of a million examples of that.”
He kissed her. “Marry me,” he said forcefully.
“Absolutely,” she giggled. “A thousand times, yes. But this Lone Ranger shit has to end. You feel me Dreamy?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned.
“Dammit,” she mumbled. “You’re so damn beautiful. When you smile at me, it makes me all gooey,” she admitted.
“That’s a bad thing?”
“No. But Andy, you’re not the only one who gets distracted. You are a damn fine man.”
“Nope. I’m your damn fine man,” he smiled. They kissed passionately.
“Dance with me?” he asked.
“Baby, you’ve got me really hot here. Are you sure that’s all you want to do?”
“Think of it as foreplay.”
She giggled. “Andy, our whole life feels like foreplay.”
“Good. I’m not the only one who feels that way.”
“You have a song in mind?”
“I do. As always, you inspired it.”
She got up, and Andy followed her. He grabbed his phone, and found the song he was looking for. As the music began, she put her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him. Etta James’ A Sunday Kind of Love played softly.
“Damn baby. This feels so right. I love the way you hold me.”
“Well, you’re pretty holdable,” he grinned.
“That was cheesy — even for you,” she giggled. He kissed her softly.
“Mmm. Andy, I know needing someone again scares you,” she said gently.
He looked into her eyes, and nodded.
“I can’t imagine how much it does. I mean, at every stage of your life, you’ve lost someone you love. But baby, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me,” she said lovingly.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m madly in love with you. I love being stuck with you.” He paused, “But you’re right, it does scare me. Plus, I guess I really don’t like the thought of being so damn needy.”
“You’re not. You’re ridiculously low maintenance; but you are human. We all need the people we love,” she said.
The music had stopped, but they continued to hold one another.
And it don’t matter to me/wherever we are is where I wanna be. He sang softly.
“Damn right. That’s all I think I need, Andy. I just need my man,” she said.
“Miss Jones-Easley, would be so kind as to make love with me?” he asked.
She giggled. “Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing — well, actually — I was going to tell you that you needed to make love to me.”
Sara broke their embrace and took his hand to lead him to the bed. She kissed him, and slid his sleep shorts off him. Looking him in the face, she removed her t-shirt, and slipped her panties off.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You are stunningly beautiful.”
She kissed him. “On top. I need you on top of me,” she whispered. “I need you to long stroke me until you fill me. Take your time, please. Your woman needs a good, long fucking.”