The Life of Two Angels

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Post-Finale. Jev and Nora are living their ideal life together. Lots of romance

Submitted: December 13, 2015

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Chapter one: A Morning Reminder

"Good morning, Angel." Patch's lips curled coyly as he spoke to me in the early hours of this crisp, snowy, Maine morning. His black eyes were soft, surrounded by his matching, ruffled hair. He was propped up on his elbows, gazing intently at my sleep-ridden face, and thick, knotted hair. Sleep was still heavy in his eyes.

"Good morning, Jev." I responded, my voice crackly, and noticibly deeper. It was like this every morning, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Waking up beside my Jev, my husband, was the only thing I ever needed. The farmhouse he'd so generously paid millions of dollars for, well, that was just a cherry on top of my life.

I burrowed my face into Jev's bare chest. I traced my fingers teasingly slowly over every muscle in his chest, making my way to his hair. Every one of Jev's exhales came out as a shudder, causing him to arch against me. It was times lie these when I was most glad that Basso had given Jev the privelege of feeling my touch. While I'd known he'd always loved me, there was someting about feeling his body against mine that made his love so much more real for me. Now I was able to return the gesture, and nothing made me happier.

"Angel." He feebly moaned into my mind. I loved it when he'd do that. I could feel his breath in my mind; black smoke from the lips of my lover. I began nipping the delicate skin of Jev's chest, working my way up to his lips. Jev sighed in pleasure as I teased him; just barely brushing my lips against his, never really kissing him.

"You make me impatient, Angel." He moaned, eyes ablaze. I felt his muscles flex against my body. He flipped us over atop our bed, laying my bare body to rest beneath his. I kicked the black silk sheets off the foot of our bed. He locked a fiery, desiring stare between us before crushing his lips to mine. He gently brought his body down against mine, bringing all of my attention to his aggressive lips. He bit down on my bottom lip, bringing it between his two lips. This time, I was the one to moan.

"Jev." I pulled back from his lips, whispering in his ear. I let my lips tickle his earlobe as I spoke. He sighed into the crook of my neck before nipping at the tender skin there. My back arched under him, only pressing our exposed bodies harder against each other.

"Jev, do you remember why we don't have any clothes on?" I moaned coyly.

"Yes, Angel, I do." He responded, desire flickering in his eyes.

"Then remind me please. The memory seems to have...slipped my mind." I let the last three words roll off my tongue slowly, arising yet more impatience on Jev's face. We both well knew what caused us to be laying bare together in our bed. And that was all either of us could think of at the moment. No sooner could I finish speaking, did Jev follow my instructions. And he followed them well.

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Chapter two: Hot and Cold

 

Hours later, Jev and I awoke once again. In the events of the morning, we had managed to end up in a knot of limbs on the floor. I had woken first, one of my legs trapped under Jev's. I removed my head from the floor, my neck cracking audibly, and re-placed it in the cave of Jev's chest. Each of his gentle breaths brought warmth creeping down my spine. In his slumbery state, he draped an arm over me, sealing all remaining space between is as he pulled me against him. He was so warm, his exposed skin radiating heat that smelled of a crisp autumn breeze. I loved it when he did that. After Marcie had him chained in hell, I was always at least a little bit concerned after we fell asleep if he wouldn't wake up; that I'd never get him back. When he pulled me against him, it assured me that even though he may not be awake, he was still alive, and still beside me.

A series of grumbles escaped from Jev's lips, shaking me from my dreams. He did this every morning, though he denied it to his bones. He'd grumble, tighten his muscles, then open his eyes. It was his morning ritual, and I found it to be adorable.

Unlike earlier, I got the privelege of saying the first 'good-morning.' Though it was long past morning time, I drew my face in close to his, resting the gaze of my soft eyes on his soothing, black ones.

"Good morning, Jev." I spoke, my voice low; intimate.

"Good morning, my Angel." He responded, a smile painting its way across the olive skin of his face. His smile had always stood out to me; the bright white of his teeth against the jet black of his hair, and variations of black in his eyes. Remaining gentle, I let my eyes flutter shut, and placed a long, loving kiss on his lips. Rather than the kisses we'd exchanged in the morning hours, this one was gentle and drawn out. It wasn't rough, rather, it was gentle, as if we would break each other if we pushed too hard on each other's lips.

"Angel, you're shivering." Jev pulled away from our kiss, breaking it suddenly. In the heat of our kiss, I'd neglected to notice my own quaking limbs.

"Come here." Jev cooed, scooping me into his arms and raising me onto our bed. He rested me on the silken sheet as he would a delicate flower. He pulled one of his black t-shirts from our shared walk-in closet, and placed it on the bed next to me. He lifted our elegant, navy-blue silk comforter from the ground where we'd shoved it off the bed, and drew it up around me.

"Better, Angel?" He inquired after I'd squirmed into the soft fabric of his shirt, all the while, staying hidden beneath the blanket. It wasn't out of bashfulness; after all, we'd woken up bare-skinned, wrapped in each other's arms. We'd seen every inch of each others' bodies. It was purely because it was so damn cold.

"Much better, baby." I responded. "But do you think we could turn the heat up a tad? It feels like what it looks like out there in here." I raised a finger and pointed in the direction of the picture window that looked over a now frozen, snow covered lake. And the snow was still coming. It fluttered down so thickly that everything beyond our home appeared to be a white void.

Another set of shivers struck my body. There was no denying that it was freaking cold outside. The frigid air seemed to seep into my bones, shaking me to the core. Jev had padded off to the bathroom, leaving me only with the warmth of my own body to rely on.

"I turned the thermostat up to 78 degrees fahrenheit. It should be warming up soon, Angel." Jev lulled on his way out from the bathroom. He emerged with a wardrobe change; having acquired a dark tee, much like the one I was wearing, and a pair of black boxers. He clamboured into bed next to me, fitting the front of his body to the back of mine.

"Babe, can you pass me the tv remote please?" I asked Jev politely. The remote had been left on his mahogony nightstand, and I had no intention of climbing out of bed to get it. "Considering we've been in bed all day, we might as well catch up with some 2 pm news."

"Here you go," Jev mumbled, handing the remote to me. I aimed the remote at the cable receiver, and the our 60 inch, wall mounted flat screen television switched on. My goodness, did Jev treat me well. His many years spent playing pool at Bo's had paid off, and well. He had a few million dollars tucked away throughout various banks. There was enough money for neither of us to ever need jobs, and to live luxuriously for the rest of our days.

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Chapter 3: Tacos

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A few hours had passed since switching on the tv. Credits were rolling across our tv screen, concluding the move we'd been watching; The Princess Bride. I was haklf asleep when Jev's voice tickled through my mind. "Should we get a bite to eat, Angel?" We hadn't eaten all day, and judging by the chorus of grumbles coming from both of our stomachs, I could speak for us both in saying that we were starving.

"What do you have in mind babe?"

"I was thinking.....tacos." As Jev's message snuck into my mind, the memory us making tacos together the first time bounced into my head, pulling my lips into a smile.

"I could never say no to your tacos."

"Shall we?" Those were the last words Jev whispered to my mind before scooping me out of bed bridal style, and running out of our bedroom. The way we looked; giddy with laughter, one in the others' arms, made us look like small schoolchildren, playing carelessly on the playground. It had been like this more often than not since the war had ended, and nothing made me happier than the freedom to enjoy life--my life-- with Jev.

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