I Love the Way You Love Me

by Arty

"Yes dear?" She grinned at me disarmingly.

"You won't persuade me this time, Isobel." I thought that if I used her name it would show how serious I was, this time. Of course it was just an excuse; I loved saying her name; she knew this and wasn't fooled. The three syllables seemed to caress my lips like the softest kiss. "Isobel."

"Yes dear." She looked up at me from the newly freshened bath; she'd been in there for at least an hour to my certain knowledge. She was flushed whether from the heat of the water or from the thought of her favourite fantasy being re-enacted I couldn't tell.

"Please darling?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me. I made the mistake of looking at her when she did this and I was lost. She giggled as she realised that I had been hooked by the oldest trick in the book. I sighed.

"Now?"

"Yes dear!"

I stood over her and leant forward to kiss her. She grabbed my tie and pulled me forward into the bath. Another suit for the dry-cleaners, I thought to myself and wondered vaguely what the woman there thought, each time I brought a waterlogged suit to be cleaned. This speculation was driven from my mind as our lips met and we began our slow climb to the ecstasy that would have us sloshing water all over the bathroom floor; again.

Later as we snuggled in our bathrobes in front of a roaring fire, I wondered again at the way she could persuade me to do mad things. I cuddled her contentedly and kissed her hair, still damp from our exertions of an hour ago. "That's nice, any particular reason?"

"I was just thinking how much I love you and how you can make me do the most ridiculous things."

"The solution to the mystery is in the first part of the statement." She turned and kissed me. "Were you thinking of anything in particular? Or was this just a general admission?"

"I was wondering how you once got me to dance with you outside in the middle of a downpour."

"It wasn't that bad."

"I didn't say it was bad, I was just wondering how you got me to agree to it. I quite distinctly remember say 'No' and the next thing I remember we were waltzing around in the middle of a monsoon!" She giggled. I like making her laugh and each time I did, I loved her that little bit more. She pulled her robe off and went to work on mine.

"Time to put the rug to better use."

We stretched out in front of the fire and it was her turn to inflame me. Her kisses were everywhere; I moaned as she nibbled at my nipples, she'd discovered early on how sensitive they were, something that I'd not known before. Her kisses descended and soon she had my erection throbbing as she gently licked and sucked at it. When she was certain that I could get no harder she straddled me at chest level; her pussy left a trail of wetness as she slid down my chest and then she reached down and aimed my cock at her entrance. She sat up and I slipped inside her. The firelight danced on her body and reflected from her eyes turning her into some faerie-like creature and then all thought dissolved as she slid herself up and down.

Soon she could no longer support herself and she collapsed forward; I took up the task of thrusting into her and she began a litany that she knew would arouse me.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck me, fuckme, fuckmeRoy! …" The words became jumbled and we both cried out as our arousal peaked. She showered my face with kisses and entwined her fingers in my hair.

"We really have to do this more often."

"I really can't afford to clean my suits more often than once a week Isobel!" I laughed at the expression of gentle exasperation that flitted across her face at the thought that mundane considerations like money should mar our love life. "Apart from that I only have one more suit that I can wear for next week." She giggled at that. I loved to make her laugh; her eyes sparkled and danced with amusement and each time I fell in love with her anew.

I loved her; I loved the way that she loved me; I loved the strength and the wildness of it. I loved the peacefulness and the ease of it. I loved how she loved me with all of her heart and soul without reservation; how I could I but love her any less?

-oOo-

It was my turn to do breakfast and she came into the kitchen as I was singing along to my favourite radio station. I saw her come in and continued to sing, exaggerating the tunelessness. Eventually she could stand it no longer and, rolling her eyes and wincing in mock pain as I continued to sing off-key, she stopped me with a kiss. Eventually we stopped kissing and, slightly breathless, I continued with the toast and coffee.

"Good morning to you too."

"I had to stop you singing somehow; the world isn't quite ready for such torture!"

"I know, but you always stop me so nicely." We smiled at the unspoken conspiracy that we shared. "Any plans for today?"

We discussed the mundane: shopping, cleaning, tidying all of the tasks that we postponed for the weekend; comfortable in our shared enjoyment of doing otherwise boring things made pleasurable by doing them together.

Later we would sprawl and watch re-runs of black and white films and she would cry, affected once more by a film that she may have seen hundreds, if not thousands of times already. I would cuddle her and sometimes I would join her tears as we shared the enjoyment of watching great films made unpopular by the advance of technology.

More often than not we'd end up making love languorously as the final credits rolled and some bored TV announcer informed us of the mindless pap that would be inflicted upon us in the name of entertainment, but we'd be oblivious; lost in our own world of pleasure and ecstasy.

Perhaps afterwards I'd indulge in my favourite activity of cataloguing the features of her body that I loved, ensuring that each one received the love and attention that it deserved. All the while I would be listing the other, non-physical things, that I loved about her and thanking providence that we'd got together. Of course all the lists boiled down to one thing…

I pulled her to me and enveloped her in an enormous hug.

"What's that for?"

"For being you and giving my life purpose. I love you. I can't live without your love." I felt in my pocket for the box that had been burning a hole there for a week or more, waiting for the perfect moment. I realised, with a flash of insight, that, when almost every moment is perfect, there was no time like the present. I pulled the box from my pocket and dropped to one knee. The smile on her face grew confused as she wondered what on earth I was doing and then she saw the ring.

"Will you marry me darling?"

She laughed delightedly and pulled a similar box from her own pocket. I looked confused.

"It's a leap year. I was going to ask you on the 29th."

"That's a yes then?" I slipped my ring onto the appropriate finger.

"Yes! A thousand times yes!" She pulled me to my feet and we kissed for an eternity. As we separated I wondered aloud.

"How shall we celebrate this?"

"I'm sure I can think of something."

And she did.

- Fin -

"I Love The Way You Love Me"
written by Victoria Shaw and Chuck Cannon

I like the feel of your name on my lips
And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss
The way that your fingers run through my hair
And how your scent lingers even when you're not there
And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh
And how you enjoy your two-hour bath
And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain
With everyone watching like we were insane

But I love the way you love me
Strong and wild, slow and easy
Heart and soul so completely
I love the way you love me

And I like the sound of old R 'n' B
And you roll your eyes when I'm sloppily off key
And I like the innocent way that you cry
At sappy old movies you've seen thousands of times

[CHORUS]

(Listen to me now…)
And I could list a million things
I love to like about you
But they could all come down to one reason
I could never live without you…

[CHORUS]