The partyA Chapter by Closet WriterChapter Eleven
We finally pull up to the house where everyone is inside, Derek takes my hand and kisses it softly. I smile at him, I cannot believe he is my husband, this man is mine, and he leaves tomorrow. I sigh and open the door to the truck, when we get to the door a black pick up truck pulls up to the house, its John.
Derek looks at me and then looks at the truck, " friend of yous?", He asks concerned. I shift uncomfortably, and tell him, "No, more like an ex boyfriend..." I see the uncomfortable look on Derek's face, and I reassure him by grabbing his hand. John walks up the drive way, and with a cocky voice asks, "Who's he?" I smirk and Derek responds before i even get the chance, "Well I am her husband." John's face fell and he looks at me and says. "SERIOUSLY?!" I look at Derek and ask for a moment, Derek is hesitant but nods and walks in, I turn to John, to see him shaking his head, "Val, how could you marry someone you obviously dont know, I mean I though Em was kidding.. How, why? Your not pregnant are you?" "John, It is absolutely none of your business, I am not pregnant, and frankly I am very happy and my choice, I told you that it was over why are you here?" I ask. "Emily, she told me and I had to see for myself. I wish you the best but I cant stand here, this is absurd." Quickly he replies and walks away. I take a deep breath and walk into the house, Derek is waiting on me and everyone claps once we walk into the main living area together. Derek's mother and my mom are talking Emily and Mr. Phelps are on the sofa and everyone is getting to know one another. The night goes quickly and soon Derek and I are off to spend our first night together, an I feel my nerves. We pull up to our hotel and once we get in we get to our suit, and its just us, tonight is our last night together for months, and I am afraid it will end to quickly. Derek walks over to me, and kisses me. My body is suddenly on fire, he is kissing me hard and with such passion, and I feel my body go weak, he then picks me up and carries me to our large bed. He then lays me down, and I feel compelled to tell him that this will be my first time, so i catch my breath and his eyes pierce mine and I tell him, "Derek, I haven't done this before." He says to me ,"I'll take it slow." Before I know it he and I are back to passionately kissing, when he removes my shirt and his, I am so in awe, he is fit and I am burning, I am soaking him in, he slowly removes my pants and his as well, he is taking things so slowly, but I feel the urge to push forward, he is taking his time and going so slow. Almost teasing me. Before long we are raw and i feel so comfortable in his presents, he whispers to me, "I am going to show you how much you mean to me, you just tell me if you get uncomfortable." He finally enters me, and I feel a ting of pain, he takes it slow as he takes the only piece of me I have yet to give. His body moves slowly and equally, slowly he speeds up and I feel my body start to quick, he shortly after me reaches his climax. Kissing me he wraps me in his arms, we lay there out of breath and out of energy, he then whispers, "This moment right here will be what gets me through these next few months, I love you Mrs. Phelps. We drift into a exhausted sleep, I wake at three in the morning, I look at my husband and kiss his lips and he startles awake, and smiles. I whisper, " go back to sleep, you have to leave in a few hours." He says, "I would not want to miss anytime with you. He wraps me in his arms and before long we are in the throws of passion once again and then falling back asleep. When I wake this time he is in his uniform, and finishing getting ready to leave, he smiles at me, and kisses me, neither of us have anything to say. What do you say to the one leaving, tears prick my eyes, but I dont allow them to flow. Derek breaks the silence, "I know this is not ideal, I love you an I will be back in a few months time, we will email and write, and you have school. We will have our entire life ahead of us, I love you." I smile, "I know, its just not easy to say goodbye to you, I am going to miss you." He walks to the lobby and I cant follow him, he understands. I stare out the window as he drives off to check in with his unit before they ship out.
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Added on November 1, 2016 Last Updated on November 1, 2016 AuthorCloset WriterLompoc, CAAboutI am Victoria! I am 22 years young! I have been writing since I could remember! I am married with one son! My other babies consist of two rather rambunctious dogs! I am a college student, and my .. more..Writing
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