Ivy's POV
Ten days.
Ten freaking days.
Ten freaking days and he hasn't touched me. Not a single hand on me to caress me.
After all I've tired.
I've been literally walking without my clothes on...well 'almost' without my clothes on.
I stopped wearing his shirt and went for the lingerie in my bag.
I can see he's affected by how it looks on me. I know he's affected by it, but why doesn't he do anything?
My first thought was maybe he didn't like making love with me but with the look I see in his eyes every time I step out of the bathroom, I know he wants me as much as I want him.
So what's the matter?
Now, time has run out.
Days have passed.
The month is over.
So is our honeymoon.
We're meant to leave the island tomorrow and get back to the real world.
I wasn't aware I was playing with my food until Dave snapped me out of my thoughts.
I looked at him, across the table.
"Are you okay?" He asked, so caringly
I blinked and sighed inwardly, forcing a smile
"Of course"
"Are you sure?"He asked "You haven't touched your food"
"I'm fine, just not hungry" I lied
Getting up, I took my plate to the kitchen and put my untouched food in an air tight, keeping it in the fridge. Dave cleared the table and did the dishes well his dish.
I watched him all along. He finally wiped his hand and turned to me. Stopping short when he caught me watching him.
We stood in silence watching eachother.
My body was getting hot with need.
My heart rate increasing with every second that passed.
But as always, he was not gonna touch me, so why even feel the need when he wasn't gonna touch me.
So I looked away.
Instead of going to bed wanting, longing for him to touch me, why not get rid of the feeling.
I swallowed and walked to the bedroom.
Shutting the door behind me. I rested on it, sighing heavily, willing my heart to stop beating so fast.
I got rid of my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I wore one of his recently used shirts, missing his smell. Missing him near me.
Missing him in general.
I tucked myself in bed, facing the balcony. I stared at the moon lit shore and listened to the waves.
Why doesn't he do anything?
Or have I been reading him all wrong.
I've been probably right all along.
Maybe he doesn't want me anymore.
He's had his fill of me.
He's taken what he's wanted and he wants no more.
It's of no use.
I felt tears run down the side of my face.
He doesn't want me.
He's tired.
I held back sobs as different thoughts crossed my mind.
I held my breath when the bedroom door opened and closed.
I felt the bed dip after a while.
I stiffened when I felt his presence behind me.
Parting my lips, I exhaled not wanting to make a sound.
Silently, I cried.
Where did I go wrong?
Was it my body that disgusted him?
Was it my lack of experience?
Was it...me?
Different questions raced through my mind.
What was it?
Everything stilled when I felt his hand on my arm.
"Ivy?" He called silently.
It sounded like a plea.
I swallowed hard trying to clear my throat.
"Yea" I answered like nothing was wrong.
"Look at me" he said
No.
I shook my head.
"Ivy, look at me" he said again
I kept on shaking my head.
"Please" he begged silently.
I stopped.
Slowly, I turned to face him avoiding eye contact.
Gently and tenderly he wiped my tears.
"What's wrong?"
I was quiet.
"Ivy please, tell me what the matter is" he pleaded.
I looked at his face and saw how sad he looked
"I hate to see you like this" he said caressing my face.
I looked into his eyes and my tears resumed duty.
"Ivy, what's wrong? Tell me, please" he begged
I fisted his collar and oulled him closer to me sobbing, shaking my head.
"Y-you don't..." hiccup "...want me a-anymore" I said between sobs "You're..." hiccup "...tired o-of me"
"Oh God" he said "No sweetheart, No. Never." He paused "I could and would never be tired of you. You mean everything to me. You're smart, beautiful and sexy as hell. You're the best lover in the world. Why in the world would you think that?"
"You don't touch me anymore" I said pulling back, looking at him "It's like I'm not even here. For days I've made a complete fool of myself wearing those things and you didn't even come near me once"
He smiled
"You looked sexy in every single one of them" he said "I liked the red one best"
I stared at him, agape.
"I saw you sweetheart. I just couldn't do anything cause I was scared of hurting you"
Hurting me?
"Your first time was suppose to be gentle and I was anything but gentle. We went more times than I would have wanted you to go. You were sore and hurting. I couldn't repeat that again"
"So what?" I asked "You decided you won't make love to me again?"
"I wanted you to heal" he said
"For how long, Dave?" I asked "Twenty-four hours is more than enough time to heal and you made me suffer for ten days" I paused "Do you know how it feels to be without you for a day, let alone ten days?"
"I know" he closed his eyes "It's been torture for me too"
"Then why didn't you do anything?" I asked "I waited for you"
"I wasn't sure" he said "I didn't want to hurt you anymore"
"Wasn't my lingerie parade enough hint?" I asked
"I'm sorry sweetheart" he said kissing my neck
"Please" I shut my eyes "Please, Dave" I begged
"Tell me" he said "What do you want?"
I stared into his darkened eyes
"I want you to make mad-crazy love with me" I said
I felt his lips on mine, softly and gently.
He kissed me like his life depended on it.
I kissed him with the same passion.
Hours after, we were still at it. Turning our pent up feelings into actions.
It was the next best thing aside my getting married to him and my first time.
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Yep, its a triple update today too.
Enjoy.
J.L.