Kiss Me

Part Twenty

Aya

Six months later.

Okay. So it's officially our six monthaversary. Is that even a word? I laugh thinking about it, then go back to frowning because that guy hasn't yet proposed to me. I mean, like is he even going to? I keep dropping hints, but his big dumb brain isn't picking them up. I'm getting impatient, maybe I should do it first. I keep thinking about it. So, fuck it. I'm doing it.

I sat for a while longer and made a mental note of What I need to get to make it real special. Roses. White and red. Champagne. Candles. And I cannot forget the jasmine body oil. I laughed, but then thought, a ring. I needed to work on that. I’d need major help. I didn’t know jack-shit about what kind of ring he'd like. "Meg!" I grabbed my phone and tapped on the last time she called and held it to my ear. "Answer you royal pain in the…."

"A what now?" She chirped down the line.

"Oh, sorry Meg. Well...erm, I need your help."

"With what?"

"A ring."

"A ring?" She repeats.

"Yes. I'm taking the plunge and proposing to Henley."

I heard her gasp. "Oh fuck me!" She screamed. "No way! Oh god, I'm so there. Jesus Aya ...oh god ..."

"You sound excited." I'm far from it. I'm so damn nervous it's making my stomach hurt.

"I'm leaving. I will come pick you up. Yes!!" And the line went dead. I dropped my phone and held my head for a moment. I'm doing it, right? I'm going to propose to the man of my dreams. Oh shit. What if he says no? No. He will say yes. YES. YES. YES. I'd say yes. I've been saying yes every day in my head for ages. I saw all the different ways he'd propose and all the different ways I'd say yes. Like jumping into his arms and whispering it in his ear. Or I'd cry and sobbed out the word and then he'd carry me to bed. But now I'm taking action and I feel breathless.

I need to get my head straight. I need to get dressed. I need to calm my nerves. Shit, I need a lot of things. Dressed first. Skinny jeans and t-shirt. Sunglasses too. Should I get a haircut? Na! I love my hair and Henley loves pulling on it. I snigger as dirty thoughts fill my already preoccupied mind. So damn dirty.

My phone starting ringing. I struggled putting my t-shirt on so I could grab it. "Fuck!" I almost tripped to see it was just Henley. "Aww baby," I answered. "How may I help you sir?"

"Well you're either a naughty call center agent or you don't want to talk to me." He laughs. Such a joker.

"Of course I do. I'm just busy trying to get ready."

"Where are you going?"

"Out with Meg. Shopping. For stuff. Nice stuff. For you. And me."

"Are you alright? You sound like you're having brain problems."

"Oh shut up. Call me soon. I love you bye baby." And I hung up. I snort. Fucker. I was trying to be less than subtle. But I've never been very good at that. My phone rang again, Meg this time. "I will be right down."

"Omg hurry your cute ass up."

"You've just got here."

"I know and I expect you to be waiting outside for me. But alas, you are not here."

"Okay, don't get your lesbo knickers in a twist. I'm coming down now."

"I so didn't take offense to that and by the way I'm not wearing any." She chides and hangs up. That's way too much info.

I grabbed my wallet, keys and sunglasses and slipped on my sliders and left. As I traveled down in the lift, I stared at my reflection. I look so bright and happy. Real healthy. I feel it. I could scream out to the world at how damn happy I am. Me and Henley have been through so much pain to get to where we are today and I couldn't be any more explosively happy.

"Meg!" I shouted as I stepped outside into the hot summer sun. She was driving the soft top sporty number Tara got her.

"Hurry up!" I smiled and rushed across the road and hopped in. "Really, you do know what a door is right?"

"Yeah, but I've seen it in movies and wanted to give it a try."

"You and my brother make a perfect pair."

"Hey." I said with a huge grin. But being in love might pack twice as much trouble, but being in love with the right person, well, that’s when you never have to carry anything alone. We made an unstoppable pair. A team. A force to be reckoned with. I'd fall asleep and wake feeling better, knowing he was there and I was in his strong arms. I’d dare anyone to test our love. They wouldn’t stand a chance.

"So, where to first?"

"I need to get a ring. But I haven't really thought it through. I don't even know his size." I should by now. His hands are always on me or in me.

"Luckily for you, I do." She grins and starts the car.

"How?"

"I got him a ring for his birthday last year. Although he doesn't wear it. Asshole. But he should still be the same size."

"It's the ring finger."

"I know. I got the ring for the same finger but on the other hand. It should be the same, right?"

"Why are you asking me? I don't bloody know."

She let a laugh pelt from her lungs and pulled away. "So what else do you need to get?"

"Well," I whispered. Going stupidly shy. "Special things."

"Like?"

"Well, roses and champagne. And...erm, body oil."

"Oh god. I don't want to think about the oil. But we can definitely go get all of that."

I tapped Megs hand that sat relaxed on the gear stick. "Thanks Meg."

"Hey. Don't thank me. I'm so damn happy to have a new brother," I felt my eyes swell. "You make my brother so happy. He's so in love. It's a contrast to how he once felt. So I'm thankful to you, Aya."

"Oh god, I'm going to cry."

I jolt when Meg pulls up the car to the side of the road and pins me with a tight hug. It's so good being hugged like this and not worrying about any pain. "I love you Aya. I wish you and my brother all the happiness in the world, I really do." She pulls away and cups my face. "Now, lets get all the stuff you'd need."

Kiss me

Okay. It's been a tiring day. I have everything that I needed to propose. Although in the end we had to call up Henley's mom for ring advice. I'm still so worried it won't fit him. I'd feel so damn embarrassed if it doesn't. I just hope if it doesn't he will still say yes because of the sentiment behind it.

Right. Champagne is cooling, glasses are out waiting to be filled. I bought red and white roses, they sit in a vase on the counter so he'll see them when he comes in, with a note saying 'Don't say anything. Just come into the bedroom' I even evenly spread some through the living space and up the hall to the bedroom and over the bedroom floor. I made a cute heart shape with the remaining few on the end of the bed. I will put the ring box there. Oh god. My stomach keeps flip flopping all over the place.

I showered, tweened and beautified myself. I'm even wearing the teenage mutant ninja turtle undies that Henley surprisingly loves and my most favorite ripped t-shirt of his. Just so I can be wrapped in his scent. Now all I needed to do was wait.

"God," I whispered and looked at the clock. "He should be here any minute now….oh, fuck. The candles." I jumped from the bed and grabbed the lighter from the drawer and quickly lit them, then I heard the door. I heard his deep intake of breath and I jumped back on the bed.

"Aya?" Idiot, I thought. The note said don't talk. God.

I held my chest when I heard his heavy footsteps up the hall. I wanted to squeal like a girl. I heard his cute snigger. Then he walked in. I smile holding the ring behind my back. "Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said back. "What's all this?"

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "Listen, don't talk. Just stand there and hear what I have to say. Okay?" He nodded and slipped his backpack away. My spine fizzled. "Henley. You know how much I love you?" He nods again, wearing a huge smile. "Well. Although I say it all the time. It just doesn't always feel like enough. I always feel like I need to do more to prove to you how much I Love you. You've been there with me when I was at my worst and I want you with me at my happiest, for the rest of my life. I always thought I owed you the world, but now I know it's not the world you and I want. It's just us, at this moment. In all our moments," I felt my tears again, my breath hitched. But I held on and slipped the ring box from behind my back and placed it gently amongst the rose petals. "Henley, will you be my husband?"

His mouth almost unhinged. He slowly walked towards the bed and picked up the box. It's agonising because he hasn't replied. "Aya," now my brain was overloaded as he opened it. "It's beautiful," he paused and picked it from the box. God this is the part where it won't fit. "Snug baby. Fits like a glove." He said softly. "Yes, I will marry you." I clapped my hands and threw myself at him.

"I was so scared you'd say no."

His grip tightens, his lips playfully touched the skin on my neck. "I'd never say no. Ever. I've been dreaming of proposing to you too. I'm just so bad at it."

I felt a tremble rush through me. I pulled away and connected my lips to his perfect soft ones. "Say you love me," I pleaded into his mouth.

"I love you," he replied and gently lays me on the bed. "Aya, I don’t ever want my stuff to be separate from your stuff. My stuff likes your stuff. Our toothbrushes are now having an affair. We can’t split them up. We can't ever be away from each other than work. You said about the world, well you are my whole world," his eyes danced around looking at my whole face. His fingers brushed gently through my hair. "I've loved you all my life." With that, gone was the romance of the moment and replaced with passion.

He slowly stripped his t-shirt from my already sweaty body and then gone was the embarrassing undies. "I want you Henley, make love to me."

"Oh baby, I'm going to give you all of me." It was about to get real. Real hot. Real intense. And real fun. It was always marvelous watching his body respond to me. Seeing how it conceded to my touch. Yet as soon as he touched mine, I came undone. Fireworks exploded in the sky, in celebration at how fucking good this man is.

With only one hand he, ever so lightly, stroked me I was almost bucking. Patience, Aya, I thought. Although, I was a terrible example of patience. I blew my load before the sheets were warm. They were warm now. "God." I breathed out.

I looked up at him, the sweat gathered at his hairline, the rose color had spread outward from his nose to every surface of his skin. I stretched a hand out, trying for the oli. He smiled and caught me. "Hey, let me get that." He moves slowly from me. Even just for a few moments. I felt lonely, starved. "Let me get naked baby." I gasped and held my mouth. He stripped, perfect. Delicious. "Now, for the main course." He almost growled through those words and crawled back between my legs. I flinched when the cold oil made contact with my burning skin. "Don't say a word." I nod. His hands met my flesh. Slowly moving down my body to my butt. His teeth teased my nipples and my hands fist the sheet.

Then the one thing I'd been waiting for prodded me. I breathed a moan as he gently teased me with that beautiful dick. "...Put it in me,"

"I said no talking."

Oh god. The way he said that. The way his eyes glisten had fire spreading through me and he didn't leave it another second and pushed in. "Ahh ...Henley…"

"I...will never get bored of being inside you. Each time feels new." That was it. I slammed my lips to his. My hands gripped his back and my legs wrapped around him. I will never ever get bored either. Each time feels new, too.