my own
bed; I want you next to me, holding me and loving me. I want to hear Katie’s
laughter through the walls and George’s terrible singing through the house. I
want to go home.”
Nate passed me the bag of saline that fed the line Sam
had inserted into one of Ava’s veins as soon as we had found her. I looked at
him for support but he smiled softly and nodded, “Take her home. I’ll stay and
help the rest, we’ll sort this shit out. Go.”
“Okay, call me if you need anything.”
He nodded and pushed me gently, “Go.”
So I did, once again carrying my broken and equally
strong wife home.
***
“You’re so beautiful, Ava, not just your beauty but your
strength,” I breathed in her ear as I gently ran the wet sponge over her
bruised abdomen. Her body was wrecked, the beating she had taken had been
severe and ruthless, the evidence of it breaking my heart.
She pulled my legs further around her as if using them
for support as well as protection. “You made me strong and resilient, Mason.
Your love fuels my courage.”
I sighed and she turned her head until her eyes were
looking up at me. The bath water rippled around us, its faint slosh calming my
pain, “No baby, all I seem to do is put you in danger.”
I frowned when she rolled her lips with amusement. She
paused as if working out how to say what she wanted to say, “It’s our wedding
anniversary tomorrow, fourteen years.” I nodded and remained quiet. “Do you not
think that maybe by now, if danger and exposure worried me, I would be long
gone?”
I slipped the sponge down beside her thigh, letting it float
to the bottom of the bath as my hands took over the duty of washing her. “Yes,
but maybe by now I’m getting tired of putting you in that danger and exposure.”
Her face tightened as she pondered my statement but then
she shrugged and turned so her back was once again moulded against my chest,
“Well then you’re in the wrong job, baby, cos’ if you aren’t aware by now that
this is our life, this is what we do and what we were made to do, then I think
you need to find a nice quiet monastery on a secluded hill and hide away in the
corner with a bowl cut and a lovely brown tunic whilst you make straw baskets
and feed mountain goats.”
I laughed and growled playfully in her ear, “Are you
telling me you think I would look handsome with a bowl cut.”
“Baby, you’d look handsome with facial herpes and buck
teeth. You’re you Mason, fuck I have to fight damn Angel’s every morning to
keep you mine.”
Her hands settled over mine against her stomach and I
smirked when she pressed against me and manoeuvred them under the water until
they slid between her thighs, “I need you, Mason.”
“Ava?”
“No,” she answered without the question. “He didn’t touch
me, not for want of trying. I told you once that I would never let anyone
violate me that way again, and I meant it.”
The lump that had been resident in my throat slipped away
yet did nothing for the cold chill in my bones, “But the… the way I found you. He
was on top of you, Ava; your clothes were… please don’t lie just to save me
from the hurt.”
She slid around, her face grimacing with the pain to her
body and I reached out to hold her steady when her knees trembled. She looked
at me for an age and I had the overwhelming sensation she was trying to bury
into my head and plant the evidence of her case. “Listen to me. All he managed
was a quick grope of my chest and the removal of my knickers; he didn’t even
get a hand near my bush.” She narrowed her eyes on me and tilted her chin in
defiance, “My bush has a preference to which type of dick grooms it.”
“Baby,” I whispered as I leaned forward and brushed my lips
over hers. “You’re doing nothing for my hard on here. Call it a pussy, a cunt,
fuck you can even call it a flue but for fuck’s sake, a bush it isn’t, you wax
regularly.”
She shrugged and smirked, “But I think bush
bed; I want you next to me, holding me and loving me. I want to hear Katie’s
laughter through the walls and George’s terrible singing through the house. I
want to go home.”
Nate passed me the bag of saline that fed the line Sam
had inserted into one of Ava’s veins as soon as we had found her. I looked at
him for support but he smiled softly and nodded, “Take her home. I’ll stay and
help the rest, we’ll sort this shit out. Go.”
“Okay, call me if you need anything.”
He nodded and pushed me gently, “Go.”
So I did, once again carrying my broken and equally
strong wife home.
***
“You’re so beautiful, Ava, not just your beauty but your
strength,” I breathed in her ear as I gently ran the wet sponge over her
bruised abdomen. Her body was wrecked, the beating she had taken had been
severe and ruthless, the evidence of it breaking my heart.
She pulled my legs further around her as if using them
for support as well as protection. “You made me strong and resilient, Mason.
Your love fuels my courage.”
I sighed and she turned her head until her eyes were
looking up at me. The bath water rippled around us, its faint slosh calming my
pain, “No baby, all I seem to do is put you in danger.”
I frowned when she rolled her lips with amusement. She
paused as if working out how to say what she wanted to say, “It’s our wedding
anniversary tomorrow, fourteen years.” I nodded and remained quiet. “Do you not
think that maybe by now, if danger and exposure worried me, I would be long
gone?”
I slipped the sponge down beside her thigh, letting it float
to the bottom of the bath as my hands took over the duty of washing her. “Yes,
but maybe by now I’m getting tired of putting you in that danger and exposure.”
Her face tightened as she pondered my statement but then
she shrugged and turned so her back was once again moulded against my chest,
“Well then you’re in the wrong job, baby, cos’ if you aren’t aware by now that
this is our life, this is what we do and what we were made to do, then I think
you need to find a nice quiet monastery on a secluded hill and hide away in the
corner with a bowl cut and a lovely brown tunic whilst you make straw baskets
and feed mountain goats.”
I laughed and growled playfully in her ear, “Are you
telling me you think I would look handsome with a bowl cut.”
“Baby, you’d look handsome with facial herpes and buck
teeth. You’re you Mason, fuck I have to fight damn Angel’s every morning to
keep you mine.”
Her hands settled over mine against her stomach and I
smirked when she pressed against me and manoeuvred them under the water until
they slid between her thighs, “I need you, Mason.”
“Ava?”
“No,” she answered without the question. “He didn’t touch
me, not for want of trying. I told you once that I would never let anyone
violate me that way again, and I meant it.”
The lump that had been resident in my throat slipped away
yet did nothing for the cold chill in my bones, “But the… the way I found you. He
was on top of you, Ava; your clothes were… please don’t lie just to save me
from the hurt.”
She slid around, her face grimacing with the pain to her
body and I reached out to hold her steady when her knees trembled. She looked
at me for an age and I had the overwhelming sensation she was trying to bury
into my head and plant the evidence of her case. “Listen to me. All he managed
was a quick grope of my chest and the removal of my knickers; he didn’t even
get a hand near my bush.” She narrowed her eyes on me and tilted her chin in
defiance, “My bush has a preference to which type of dick grooms it.”
“Baby,” I whispered as I leaned forward and brushed my lips
over hers. “You’re doing nothing for my hard on here. Call it a pussy, a cunt,
fuck you can even call it a flue but for fuck’s sake, a bush it isn’t, you wax
regularly.”
She shrugged and smirked, “But I think bush
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