All the Letters of the Alphabet Could Never Spell It Out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another short piece. Rated R for non-explicit sexuality.
Just a sweet little story. Perhaps a tad cheesy, but that's okay.

Submitted: November 13, 2009

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Submitted: November 13, 2009

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Our hands rested on the wooden guard rails, his tanned fingers dwarfing mine comically. We stood at a look-out point on the outskirts of town, staring at the ocean’s waves as the sun began to set. The wide expanse of wooden deck was deserted except for us, and I was both glad and terrified to be entirely alone with this man. We had been on several dates, but this was somehow different.
The warmth of Edmund’s Scottish brogue had made me feel more cared for than I’d felt in several months, and his heavy wool coat, which he’s draped over my shoulders, was ample protection against the North winds that had begun to blow. The knitted scarf he’d wrapped around my neck smelled of his spicy cologne and the salty air rolling in off the Pacific Ocean.
I stole a peek at him, once again amazed at how he towered over me. He was nearly a foot past my 5’4”, taller than any of the males in my family. Though occasionally unnerving, his size managed to ease most of my insecurities about not being one of the willowy blondes who always seem to catch the eyes of handsome young men. Next to him I seemed, if not thin, then at least average weight.
“The children adore you.” Edmund spoke, after keeping painfully silent for almost ten minutes. The relief of hearing his voice again hit my gut in a not unpleasant way, taking my breath away for a few brief seconds.
“Yeah, I know.” I managed, when I could breathe again. “I love them too. They’re great for my self-confidence.” I removed my hands from the guardrail and shoved them deep into the pockets of my fleece jacket in an attempt to get warm.
“My cousins don’t want to lose you.” he referred to the parents of the children he’d just mentioned. His cousin Jenny and her husband had been my employers for the past year. I was their nanny.
“Well, I have nowhere else to go at the moment.”
“Things change.” his voice had deepened considerably and my mind became crowded with possibilities. The most obvious of which seemed far too obvious and far too delightful to be true. Life had never been simple, so I couldn’t believe that it would begin now.
“Yes, they do.” I gulped, unable to look at him. I stared at the ocean instead.
“Does that frighten you, Megan?” Oh, the way he said my name! As if I was something to be treasured. As if I was something that he treasured.
“Sometimes.” I hoped against hope that I was not misreading the situation and wouldn’t end up crying on my pillow later that evening.
“The past month has been….” Edmund didn’t finish, sliding his arms around me and pulling me against his chest. After a few ragged breaths, he finally whispered “I don’t want to leave.”
My heart pounded against my ribs, so loudly I thought maybe he could hear the beats. My gut twisted again, this time not in a nice way. A gust of wind blasted the exposed side of my face and I instinctively nestled closer to Edmund’s chest. The fleece of his hoodie was soft against my cheek and I could hear his own erratic heartbeat thudding in my ear.
“I can’t imagine life without you anymore.” I admitted, praying that my vulnerability was appropriate.
“That’s not going to happen, little one.”
I giggled briefly at the endearment, wrapping my arms around his waist. His wool coat slid off my shoulders, but neither of us stooped to pick it up just yet.
After a few minutes of silence, Edmund released me to reach for the coat. He slipped back into it, and then gathered me into his arms again, tugging me inside the warmth of the fabric. Between his arms and the wool, I was toasty warm.
“You take good care of me, Edmund Riley.” I declared with a smile, tracing circles on his back with my fingertips. “You’ve spoiled me.”
“Oh, and don’t you think you deserve to be treated well?" he demanded, and when Ididn't answer, he frowned.“You don’t, do you?”
“This is all new to me, Eddy.” I tried to explain, not moving away from his warmth. “I’m waiting to wake up from a dream. You’re more than I ever expected or thought I deserved. You’re taller and more handsome than what I could have imagined for myself. Sometimes I think you should have a model on your arm and not me.”
“Why on earth do you insist on not seeing how beautiful you truly are, love?” the exasperated breath he expelled just then sounded very much like a growl. He pulled away and set me at arm’s length so he could look me in the eye. “Can’t you see? Don’t you know how heavenly your hair smells when you’ve just washed it and a breeze blows through? Hasn’t anyone ever told you how your eyes sparkle when you’re laughing? Haven’t you noticed that people can’t stop themselves smiling when you’re around? Children adore you, parents trust you with the lives of their offspring. You wholeheartedly love anyone who needs it. You wouldn’t be you if you were a skinny blond. I love you the way you are.”
“You love me?” I gasped, reaching up to touch his lips and make sure I wasn’t imagining things.
“I said it, didn’t I.” his breath was warm against my fingers, and he smiled down at me with an overwhelming amount of love in his green eyes. There was a little surprise on his face as well, as if he hadn’t been expecting those words to burst from his mouth.
“That you did. I suppose you’d appreciate a response, hmm?”
“I would.”
“What if I asked you to kiss me?” I barely had the words out before his lips descended on mine.
I knew he’d remember the conversation we’d had about my choice not to kiss anyone until I knew that I loved and was committed to that person. He had patiently withheld that form of affection, content to hold my hand or hug me for the past few weeks, even though we’d become very close emotionally. Now, he was more than willing to oblige my request.
I wasn’t sure what a first kiss was meant to be like, but when Edmund released my lips, I was in awe.
“I love you.” I announced, shrugging my shoulders, when I’d caught my breath. Then I proceeded to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his face back down to mine.
“Oh Megan-girl.” he murmured finally, tugging me into his arms again. “For a woman who’s never had a kiss, you surely know how to return one.”
“That was so cheesy!” I spun away from him with a giggle, rising up on the toes of my flats to twirl around the handsome Scotsman who delighted my heart. At the risk of being slightly embarrassed and even cornier than Edmund had been, I peeked around to make sure no one was nearby, then screamed “Yippee!” as loud as I possibly could.
I could hear him laughing behind me, warm and deep and true.
Finally, this day had come. The day I had prayed for since I turned thirteen. The day I had been impatient for more often than not. The day I ached for was here.
I reveled for a few more seconds before remembering the beginning of our conversation.
“Don’t leave.” I pleaded, throwing myself back in Edmund’s arms so suddenly that if he hadn’t been so much bigger than me he might have toppled over. As it was, he stumbled backwards a little, trying to catch his balance. He laughed a deep, hoarse laugh, smiling all the while. Suddenly, he lifted me up onto the wide wooden railing so that I matched his height, and then he spread my knees apart slowly and stepped into the space between them. I took a deep breath and tried to think straight. He laid a hand on my knee to make sure I was steady.
Reason dictated that this was much too soon for either one of us to rearrange our lives for the other, or for marriage to be discussed. For a twenty-one year old Canadian nanny and a twenty-five year old Scotsman who helped run his parents’ inn to commit to anything after one month of knowing each other seemed absurd. Absurdities were par for this course though, and I wasn’t entirely surprised to hear Edmund say “I happen to know that Jenny is more than ready to be a stay-at-home mum again.”
“I have always wanted to visit Scotland.” I mused. “I hear there are lots of cute guys there.”
He gave my hair a playful, little tug. “Hey now, lass, you’ve already got yourself a cute guy.”
“Have I really, Eddy?” I leaned back, but not far enough back to pull my hair free. “Have I got you? Are you truly mine?” I laid my right hand over his heart. “Is part of this heart mine?”
“All of this heart is yours.” He assured me, laying his hand over my smaller one. This conversation was getting cheesier by the second, but I didn’t care. It was my right to be mushy. I’d waited a long time for this, and I’d be as silly as I wanted to be.
“I promise to treat it well.” I pulled our hands away and kissed the spot they’d occupied.
“Come closer.” He whispered, and his arms slid around me again as if he could no longer bear for me to be inches away. The heat of his body radiated through the fleece of his sweater, keeping me toasty warm. His heart was beating wildly now, and the pressing together of our hips was becoming more sensual than I’d anticipated. Despite the fact that we were in a semi-public place, it was altogether too tempting to find out what would happen if I pressed myself even close to those narrow hips of his. I settled for slipping my hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
Edmund responded by…well, his response was made pretty obvious by the growing bulge between us. This was neither the time nor the place for anything more intimate than what we were doing, but I took his arousal as a compliment. If my own responses were as evident as his, he’d have probably decided they were complimentary as well. My body was feeling things it had only hinted at before. Beautiful, wonderful things that made me want to be much closer to the man in my arms.
“Oh, Edmund.” I moaned when he rubbed against me. The sound came from deep in my gut, maybe lower than that. It was instinctive and uncontrollable. Neurons fired in the pleasure centers of my brain, sending messages of euphoria through my entire body.
I reached a hand up to pull his face against mine so I could kiss him. Maybe I should have been diffusing the situation, but I didn’t care at the moment. Closer, closer, closer was all I wanted right then. He seemed to agree, if his body language was any indication. His tongue was playing lovely games with mine and his hands were tracing the curves of my waist and hips.
“Someone could come.” Reality hit me and I pulled my mouth from his.
“I know.” He groaned, slowly backing up to lift me down from the railing. “We should go.”
Twenty minutes later, I had Edmund shoved against the inside of my bedroom door. The house was empty except for us, and it would stay that way for several more hours. The family had gone out for the day.
He’d shucked his jacket on to the floor and I was working on getting his fleece hoodie off. His jeans wouldn’t last much longer either…after all, his discomfort was getting quite evident. When the sweater was gone, I rolled his t-shirt up over his head as I trailed kisses up his chest. I almost giggled when I saw his nipples, because I remembered a random conversation I’d had with my friends a few months ago. Those nipples were as erect as his…uh, other part. I gave into the urge to kiss each of them. “Very nice.” I declared with a smile.
“This isn’t fair, Megan. You’ve still got all your clothes on.” I felt his voice rumbling beneath my lips.
“You’d better do something about that.”
He undressed me with patient ease, though I could tell he was more than ready to hop into bed.
A month later, I was living in Scotland at Edmund’s family’s inn. A year later, I was married.


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