A Kiss
Icaro felt his heart stop, a million prayers of gratitude flittering through his brain as the whispered question from his wife boomed in the piazza around them.
He knew nobody else heard her but for him, the question was as loud as the biggest percussion orchestra.
He slowly stepped towards her, his fingers reaching to her beautiful face tilting her chin until she was forced to meet his eyes. Hungrily he watched the tip of her tongue dart along the seam of her lips and the way her throat moved as he gently pulled her towards him. Her eyes fluttered closed as he covered the distance between them and kissed her luscious mouth, truly for the first time in what felt forever.
Tastes of chocolate, coffee and her very essence lingered on his palate as he swept his mouth back and forth across her lips. Her sigh of contentment filled his ears like the sweetest music and the way her arms wrapped around his middle while she stepped even closer to him nearly had his knees buckling with joy. Her flowers crunched between them, the perfume wafting to mix with the scent, which was hers and hers alone, instantly driving him wild with need and forcing him to tamper his lust.
When he pulled back his head she whimpered, clinging to him and he chuckled against her mouth.
“My darling, we are in the middle of a town square and if I keep kissing you like this, I’m going to need to take a dunk in the fountain to get my raging boner under control.” As she choked at his words, he laughed, “fuck I love how beautifully innocent you are. My love, I will never tire of kissing you but,” he slid his hands down her back to cup her bottom and moved her closer to him, relishing the wide-eyed expression as she felt how hard he was from a simple kiss, “we are supposed to be going into a church. I cannot go in there with my dick this hard.”
“All this,” she wiggled causing him to groan, “from a kiss?”
“Yes.”
“Gee,” she frowned up at him, mischief playing in her eyes. “I wonder what would happen if I told you I feel the same.”
He inhaled sharply and looked towards the church, “I may need to douse my entire being with holy water and ask for a miracle because by my count I still have nineteen days left of my abstinence and my balls may explode all over this piazza.”
She giggled and buried her face in his chest as he wound his arms around her and rocked her in his arms.
“We can’t go into the church like this, Icaro.” She rested her cheek against his hammering heart. “How about we stand here for a moment until we both calm down?”
“An opportunity to stand and hold my wife and not have her running and slamming doors to escape me? Yes please,” he nuzzled the top of her head. He looked upward, thanking the heavens for whatever it was which caused her to wake this morning and decide to stay with him and try. He was not going to look this gift horse in the mouth. He was going to everything in the realms of his power to make sure she knew how much he valued her presence in his life. He’d even let his balls explode if it came to it.
“Do you know?” her voice cracked, “I missed this. I didn’t even have it very long, only a couple of days but this feeling, I missed it.”
Icaro cleared his throat, emotions choking him and wondered what kind of weak assassin he was, to have his wife’s whispered and heartbroken words nearly draw him to his knees in tears of his own. Blinking back the watery mess on his lashes, he decided he didn’t care who was around. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the elephant statue he’d always thought silly, plunked his ass on the concrete steps and folded her into his chest.
“Oh, my heart,” he whispered in her ear, “I have missed this too. I love you so much. I do not like this distance between us.” The ache in his throat from unshed tears burned all the way to his stomach and mixed with the bile of regret which churned there. “Fuck, I wish I hadn’t hurt you so badly.”
Sniffling against his shirt, she clung to him with shaking hands, “I want to hate you. However, the more I thought about leaving you last night, the more I thought of you letting me go start over somewhere else, the more it hurt. It hurts so much.”
“I know my darling. I know. I’ve hurt you and I will spend forever trying to fix this for us both.” He rocked her in his arms as she cried against his chest. His own tears on his cheeks and shame at the fact he’d reduced her to crying once again filling his soul. “Shh,” he rubbed her hair as he cuddled her tightly.
“You were going to let me go.”
“I was going to give you whatever you need to make you happy,” he agreed. “You deserve to be happy, Zorah. If I can’t make you happy then maybe someone else can.”
His words only served as catalyst to make her sob harder against his chest and he kissed her temple and forehead over and over begging her to stop crying.
“Why do you love me so much?” she wailed. “I don’t deserve –”
“You deserve it all,” he disagreed with whatever she was about to say. “You deserve all my love. You deserve all the happiness. You deserve all the things your heart has ever desired. All I want to do is make you happy. I know I fucked up our past to the point you hate me but my love, I would rip my own beating heart from my chest and put it in your hands if it meant you would smile.” His throat was scratchy, and his nose ran like a faucet from feelings he’d not allowed since he was a small boy.
She looked up at him then as if realizing he too was crying and then used the edge of her skirt to wipe his cheeks off. Suddenly she was wriggling off his lap and he let her go, wondering what she was up to. He watched as she walked around the statue, disappearing out of his sight and he got up intending to follow her.
Suddenly he felt a tapping on his shoulder, and he turned around to find her standing right behind him. Her eyes red, her nose redder still and her hair mussed from where he’d been trying to soothe her, to him she was still the most beautiful creature he’d laid eyes on.
She extended her hand, “Hi. My name is Zorah. This is my first time to Catania, and someone recommended I check out the cathedral over there but I’m a bit nervous to go alone. You wouldn’t mind showing me around, would you?”
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