Sanctuary

The following morning was the one of a Saturday that I didn’t have to work, so I was in heaven lying here with Alex. The rising and falling of his chest was so comforting, I didn’t wanna move. Hearing him wake up was a sign of my peace being disturbed and I wasn’t having any of that.

“Good morning.” he said.

“Good morning.” I mumbled into his chest.

“You sleep good?”

“Mmhmm.”

I didn’t lift my head.

“Comfy, I assume?”

“The comfiest. Can we stay here?”

“I think we should use the bathroom before we do anything else.”

“And I should take my meds.”

Once we did both things, I crawled back into him just as nude as we were when we woke up.

“Any ideas as to what we can do? We can stay here if you’d like.” he asked.

"Mmm... I don't know. What time is it?"

"Ten."

"Ugh."

He laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" I said while lying my head on his bare shoulder.

"Because you're cute. That's why."

I playfully rolled my eyes. Then, I had an idea; I moved onto his lap.

"How about now? Am I still cute?" I said kissing his jaw.

He loves when I do that. He groaned as he closed his eyes and rolled his head back and off to the side. I proceeded to kiss and bite his neck; he was gonna say it and I'm not gonna stop until he says the words. I placed his hands on my hips which he immediately gripped.

"No."

"What was that?" I asked looking at him.

"No. You're not cute."

"Good. That's all I wanted to hear."

I decided to be a tease and get off his lap, along with the bed and dashed out the bedroom, all the way laughing.

"Abby! Abby get back here."

He went off running and tried to find me in a game of hide-and-seek. I went into the laundry room and locked the door with Alex knocking on the door seconds later.

"Abby. Let me in."

I continued to laugh and had trouble stopping.

"This isn't funny."

Ok. I'm gonna unlock the door. Once I did, I backed away from the door and into the dryer which was off to the right.

"You think you're so funny." he said.

"I know I'm funny. I'm hilarious, actually."

I was still in laughter mode.

"You are ridiculous."

He was still trying to remain serious, but he was failing at an epic rate.

"And you love it like you love me." I said, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"You're not wrong." he said, picking me up and placing me on the dryer.

I smiled and pressed my lips onto his. I felt his hands on my hips pushing himself closer to me and I looked at him seductively, licking my lips.

"Ready?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Always."

He entered me and soon, I was in heaven. Aside from having sex in the laundry room and on top of the dryer, this was different because it wasn’t the usual sex we have. It was slower and much more intimate making it more romantic and it wasn’t just sex, it was making love. I enjoyed it immensely as I ended up lying my head in the crook of his neck while I wrapped my arms around his neck. We looked straight into each other’s eyes several times and I could just feel the love radiating from him to me. When we orgasmed, I dug my nails into his back and moaned into his neck while he placed pressure onto my hips. I didn’t want to move from here; I loved the intimacy and the beauty of it all.

“We need to make love in here more often, I truly enjoyed it and felt the love.” I breathed.

“So did I.” he said, pressing his forehead up against mine.

A lone tear ran down my face for some reason.

“Why you crying?”

“I don’t know.” I said in a quiet voice.

I placed my head back in the crook of his neck. He picked me up off the dryer and opened up the door, leaving the laundry room and making our way down to our bedroom. A few more tears ran down his collar bone.

“Abby.” he whispered.

He sat me back onto the bed and kneeled in front of me and took my hands.

“Are you okay? Did I do something?”

He was worried, so I touched his face. We do release hormones during sex and we orgasm, so maybe there’s one that causes us to cry afterward?

“I’m beginning to think it’s normal, maybe not for me, but sex is an emotional act after all.”

He nodded.

“That makes sense. Plus, you’ve been through so much over the past month.”

“I hate the crying though. I’ve had enough of that.”

“I know you are, baby.”

“I’m gonna shower. Okay?”

“Okay.”

We kissed and off I went to the bathroom. After my shower, I heard Alex walk inside.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey. How you feeling?”

“Wonderful.”

“Well, you look wonderful.”

I blushed as I began to dry off.

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, too, beautiful.” he said hugging me.

I hugged him back.

“I’m gonna go get dressed.”

By the time I got dressed, I heard my phone ring. It was the same person who gave me the news that my rapist was going on trial since he didn’t take a deal.

“Hello?” I asked sitting on the bed, my stomach in knots.

“Abigail Shaw?”

“Yes. This is her.”

Alex walked into the bedroom.

“I have news that the jury should have a verdict on Monday.”

I was excited yet nervous at the same time.

“Thank you for letting me know.”

I hung up and sat my phone down on the bed.

“What’s going on? Who was that?”

“They should have a verdict on Monday.”

“That’s great news.” he said, sitting beside me.

“It is, but it isn’t any less nerve wracking. I wanna be there when they read it.”

“So do I.”

“I don’t wanna get too ahead of myself, but I wanna celebrate when we win.”

“I am 100% up for that.”

That weekend was relaxing as I was able to spend time at home and with friends. I wanted the best weekend because who knew what Monday had to bring.

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