25 Positive

Arriving at our building is possibly the best sight in the whole world. I’m so exhausted from the entire trip that I just want to go upstairs and cuddle up with my husband – whom I’m about to surprise.

I got an earlier flight in (right after I got done at Riel’s house) and didn’t tell him about it. So right now, it’s stupid o’clock in the morning and I’m about to sneak into my own bed. There are so many possibilities of this going wrong.

As I walk into the lobby, I pass by an overnight doorman who asks me if I want to be paged up. I tell him no and not to let my husband know I’m on my way.

The lift works in two ways. You can either be paged up (meaning they page your intercom system and ask you to press the button accepting whomever to your floor) or you can put in your code on the lift panel and it will bring you up to your floor. That way, you always know who is coming to your flat.

Waiting to get to my floor seems to take forever, but when it finally dings I feel excited. I can’t wait to see Topher.

Not only do you have to know the code or be accepted up, every flat has a key. It’s only one flat per floor, but there is still a door once you get off the lift. It’s for more privacy and I think it cuts down on the noise too.

My key decides to take a little more effort today and wants to be as loud as possible. By the time I get in and the door shut behind me, Topher comes around the corner in his boxers and his purple toothbrush in his mouth.

A smile makes its way to my face as his bottom jaw drops, “You almost lost your toothbrush, love.”

His mouth turns into a foamy grin as he realizes what’s going on. He quickly walks over to the kitchen sink to spit out the toothpaste, “What are you doing home?”

“That’s no welcome,” I set my stuff down where I am and meet him half way in between the kitchen and the front door. My arms encircle his waist as his do the same, “Where’s my ‘happy to see you’ or ‘I’m glad you’re home’?”

Without saying another word, he plants his lips on mine. As our tongues dance and arms pull each other closer, I take in everything that is Topher.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he pulls away just so our lips brush as he talks.

Giving him a small peck, I step away and take his hand in mine, “Good, now can we go to bed? I’m really knackered.”

He chuckles as we walk to our room, only stopping for a second to lock the front door and take my coat off me, “Not that I’m not ecstatic, but why are you home so early?”

“I got a flight out last night,” I admit. “I didn’t want to stay at the hotel anymore. I wanted to be home with you. Why are you awake? It’s not even five in the morning.”

“Well, I was going to get some stuff done before you got home and then pick you up at the airport.”

“Stuff like what?” I ask as I sit on the bed to untie my shoes. In an effort, I get the first undone, but Topher sees me struggling and comes to help.

He kneels in front of me to untie and take off the rest of my footwear, “Just stuff. Nothing important. Groceries, cleaning, laundry.”

If I had the strength, I would question him since we get all those things done for us most the time, but I leave it because I just want to fall asleep.

“Mm,” I agree as he shimmies off my trousers. In the last bit of energy I possess, I sit up and pull my shirt over my head. “Come to bed?”

“You couldn’t stop me if you tried,” he climbs over me to what’s usually my side of the bed and cuddles up close. Wrapping his arms around my body, he says, “One more thing.” And then he kisses me; which not only wakes me up, but also arouses me. Next thing I know, he’s on top of me and moaning.

I take back what I said about the building being the best sight in the world.

But before anything can really happen, he’s lying on my other side and I’m in my rightful place on the bed.

“I really just wanted my pillow,” he smirks as he snuggles closer.

“You’re a wanker,” I tell him with a laugh. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to fight you.”

He laughs out right and picks himself up to plants a kiss on my lips, “I love you.”

Loving the feel of him close to me and his scent lingering around me, I close my eyes and breathe him in, “I love you too.”

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Waking up alone is a familiar feeling, but not one that I particularly enjoy. Once I get my bearings, I look around to see that it’s completely dark other than the light coming from underneath our bathroom door. Topher must be in the shower since I can hear the water running.

Sitting up on the end of the bed, I run my hands through my hair before stretching and getting to my feet.

“Christopher?” My feet lead me to our bathroom and I tap on the door, “How long are you going to be, love?”

“I didn’t know you were awake,” it comes as odd to me that his voice sounds a little shaky.

Shaking it off, I call, “Just woke. I need the toilet.”

“Use the other bathroom,” he tells me, his breathing irregular.

Now I know he’s really not thinking; that restroom is being remodeled. “I can’t exactly do that. Is something wrong, love?”

“No,” he answers quickly. “I’ll be out soon. Just give me a minute.”

“I’m coming in if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” I decide. It’s worrying that he’s not acting normal. What the hell is going on in there?

And suddenly, he’s laughing, “You do not want to come in.”

“And why not?”

“I- I’m a little… occupied,” I can still hear the humor in his voice, though it’s much quieter.

“What does that mean?”

“Of all the times you can’t use your best friend psyche, this is it?”

“What are you doing, Christopher?”

He almost sound embarrassed when he groans, “Remember this morning what you called me? Well, you weren’t too far off.”

Then it hits me, “You’re… You’re actually… in there and doing… that?”

Was that even a real sentence? Did my brain just turn off?

“Can I come in?”

Apparently my brain didn’t turn off; it left completely.

There’s a silence that stretches between us where I contemplate smashing my head into the door, until he asks, “Do you want to?”

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and answer, “Yes.”

It’s true for the past week I’ve been incredibly horny. I am male, after all. I knew it would happen eventually and I’ve been having more and more dreams (day and night) that include my husband sexually.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“My nerves,” I admit through the wooden barrier. “I don’t know if I can.”

I hear a few shuffles and then the door is opening revealing my wet husband with a towel around his waist, “Why are you nervous?”

Closing my eyes again, I let my head drop to his dripping chest, “I’m embarrassed.”

“You’re telling me that you’re embarrassed because you’re sexually attracted to your husband?” He clarifies as he wraps his arms around my body. “Or is it that you don’t want me to know?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well allow me to make it easier for you,” he grabs my shoulders and holds me out at arm’s length. His eyes connect with mine before he starts speaking, “Damian, I have wanted you so bad in a very physical way for a very long time. I want you to know that if I thought you were ready, I would have been in your pants a long time ago.”

My cheeks burn, but I don’t break the eye contact.

“Now,” he finishes, “if you don’t want to admit it out loud that’s fine. But I think-”

And I’ll never know what he thought because I crashed my lips to his. Instead of talking, I just wanted to do. I’ve never been great with words.

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“We still have to pack,” I remind him as I put on a fresh pair of boxers.

He pulls on his own pair as he shakes his head, “I already did while you were sleeping.”

“You did?”

“Yea, I figured that way we could spend more time together. And I was bored.”

Chuckling, I walk over to him and kiss him before wrapping my arms around his neck, “Thank you.”

“It’s not a big deal. I’m not really sure what you wanted to wear,” he scratches the back of his neck and then wraps his arms around my waist. “I just grabbed some of your favorite jeans and tee shirts. I put some of your favorite sleep pants and boxers too. But, I left it open so you could add whatever you wanted. I left mine open too. I wasn’t sure if we needed anything dressier or what not.”

“You’re amazing,” I tell him honestly. “I’m sure we won’t need anything dressy. Jeans should be the limit.”

“I know we have to buy new toothbrushes, but what about our other toiletries. Do we buy them new?”

Smiling, I nod, “Might as well. We can smell alike for a few days.”

I receive another sweet kiss. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He nods his head toward the lounge.

“Yep,” I answer untangling myself from him. “Pizza, too?”

“Always,” he answers as we walk out to our sofa.

He gets the movie set up as I order the pizza; both of us smiling.

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“Do we have everything?” Topher shouts from the bathroom.

Smiling, I tell him as he appears in the bedroom and walks straight through to the lounge, “Yes, love, everything’s fine.”

He’s been buzzing around all morning. I think it’s a mix of excitement and nerves. But every time he says something you can hear the anxiety lacing his voice.

“Do you need another jacket? Did you pack your toothbrush? Wait… never mind. You’re sure everything’s okay?”

Catching him by the hand as he tries to pass me again, I pull him to my body, “What’s got you so anxious?”

Sighing, he puts his forehead to mine, “What if they don’t like me?”

I wait for his smirk or a laugh, anything, but after it doesn’t come I push him away enough to look into his eyes, “You’re serious?”

He nods looking a little embarrassed.

“You are the most loved actor in history, millions of fans, loads of money, a gorgeous husband,” I throw in a smile to show him I’m only kidding. “And you’re afraid my family won’t like you?”

He nods again.

“Well, that’s nothing you will have to worry about. They already adore you.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, my mum has never told any of my girlfriends to call her ‘mum’ or ‘mom’. She’s definitely never called them to see how they were doing. She’s never nagged me to meet them. You really have nothing to worry about, love”

“You’re sure?” There’s a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

Nodding, I kiss him lightly, “Positive.”

~A/N~

There is a more *detailed* version of this chapter. This story will remain PG13, but I will post the naughty version in a book called 'All Things R Rated'.

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