The Only Time

It has been three long years since I’ve seen the love of my life. He was whisked away to go fight Hitler and the Nazis. He said he would come back to me—he promised! But here I am: simple and young girl with no money and no family. Louis was all I had. It’s February 1945 now and I haven’t received a letter from him in over six months. I can only wonder and expect the worst.

I watch the snow fall as I sit quietly in booth at a local café. I come here every day—the place where I last saw my husband. I drink about a whole pot of tea and watch the cars drive by. I pull The Scarlet Letter out of my bag and begin to read.

“Well, look what we have here: sweet ol’ Betty sitting at her usual spot, waiting for her long lost husband,” a familiar voice says mockingly.

I look up to find Mary and Bethany—my neighbors who don’t seem to like me very much. I don’t know why. I never did anything to them. “Hello, Mary and Bethany. Isn’t the snow beautiful?” I say innocently, gesturing to the outside.

Mary’s nose scrunches up nastily and then her face calms. “My wonderful husband, John, has returned from the battlefield. We’re going to start a family. It’s going to be marvelous!”

I feel a twinge of tightness in my chest and the smile melts off my face. I stare at Mary, praying that she’s someday get what’s coming to her. I quickly put my book back into my bag and pull out some money to tip the waitress. “I have to go… so much to be done around the house!” I stand and burst through Mary and Bethany to exit the café.

I take a taxi through to city back to my home. I step through the door, shrugging off my coat and taking off my hat, placing them on hooks. I walk over to the living room and fall back onto the couch, sighing heavily.

“Don’t look so sad, love,” a beautiful, melodic voice says from over by the kitchen.

My eyes grow wide and I freeze, fearful that I’ve begun to hallucinate due to my aching depression in the past few years. But after a few seconds, I lean forward and turn around to find my incredibly handsome husband, Louis, standing in the kitchen. I gasp loudly and jump up, running over to him and attacking him with a huge hug.

“Whoa!” Louis exclaims, putting his arms around me.

I pull back to see his face—a face that I have thought about every morning and every night. Tears well in my eyes and a small, disbelieving smile spreads across my face. “I—I—I…” I’m speechless. After all this time and I’m speechless!

“I’ve missed you too,” he says with a humorous smile. “I’ve missed you so much.” He grabs my face and kisses me desperately.

The embrace makes my heart flutter. I kiss him back and the kiss becomes less desperate but more passionate and romantic. I feel myself blush as Louis’ hand travels down to my waist and to my behind. I haven’t been touched like this in so long. It feels indescribable. I break the kiss and wordlessly take Louis’ hand and I guide him into the bedroom.

“Someone’s eager…” Louis laughs.

“Hush and get undressed!” I order, already unbuttoning my dress and pulling it over my head.

We slide onto the bed simultaneously, locking our gazes on each other. I slide underneath the covers and wrap my arms around my husband, and he does the same. We stay there for a moment, the heat of our bodies creating a cozy cave beneath the comforter.

Louis brushes some hair out of my face and I smile, still trying not to cry. He kisses me softly and I feel like I’m going to burst. I kiss him too, not holding anything back. My fingertips scrape down his chest and a groan releases from his throat. Louis’ fingers fumble with the clasps of my brazier. I slide my panties down and Louis mimics me with his briefs.

“I’ve thought about this moment for so long…” Louis whispers, exasperated.

“Me too,” I chuckle.

I slide to the center of the bed and Louis hangs over me. His lips move down my neck to my chest and across my breasts. A choppy gasps sneaks out of my mouth, which only encouraged Louis to travel lower.

“Louis!” I scold when he goes… too low.

“Sorry.” He ducks his head.

Louis kisses me on the lips once more and I unlock my legs from their rigid position. He kisses my cheek as he slides into me. An intense pain strikes through my body. It’s been… too long. He kisses my forehead, comforting me. Louis starts out slow, finding his rhythm. My eyes are squeezed shut through all of this.

I begin to relax as the pain transforms into pleasure. I open my eyes and find Louis’ gaze. I smile girlishly up at him and grins back, our lips meeting once more. My breathing turns into panting as I start feel it.

I shout and cry out as Louis quickens his pace and the pleasurable sensation that I’m receiving rocks my head. This is so unlike me. I’m normally quiet and shy in the bedroom but it’s just been so fucking long since I’ve felt his touch; it’s been so long since I’ve felt him inside me.

My panting turns into shallow gasps as I grip the sheets with tight fists. Louis groans and yells obscenities. Normally this would make me uncomfortable, but now it’s turning me on even more. Concise moans escape from my throat and I’m embarrassed and shocked at this. But Louis seems to enjoy it.

Louis lowers himself closer to my body as he grows close to his climax. He grunts and breathes heavily through his nose. Louis’ thrusts become choppy and short. He then suddenly speeds up and slams into me. With one final incomprehensible exclamation, he is finished.

Just as he finishes, I begin my journey to my orgasm. Sweat beads spring up all over my skin. I feel flushed and completely overwhelmed. I feel an intense ache in my skull like I’ve never felt before; my abdomen feels empty and full at the same time; my chest puffs out; I feel light as a feather and I don’t want it to stop.

“Yes, yes! Oh, God, yes!” I whisper with a heavy breath as I reach my climax—a shower of a powerful sensation that I have never really felt before.

I put my arms around Louis and pull him in for a tight hug. He then pulls out and bounces down on the bed next to me. Our panting is the only sound in the whole house, yet I hear a loud ringing in my ears. Louis brushes some sweaty hair from my blushing face. He kisses me on the lips.

“Never done it like before, ay, love?” Louis chuckles.

I giggle nervously, hoping what I did wasn’t too much. “That was nice,” I finally whisper.

“You think so? Well then, we’ve got to do this more often!” He winks at me. The smile disappears from my face and the tears return. I start to cry uncontrollably. “What’s wrong, Betty?”

“I just missed you so much!” I sob. “I thought I was never going to see you again!”

Louis strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head. “It’s alright, love. I’m not going anywhere.”

Notes

Well... this is awkward. BUT I'M BACK! With FOUR coming out, I just feel so many emotions toward 1D that I just had to get them out somehow! So here we are. Please don't bombard me with requests!

Betty's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/kar4a3g
Title Credit: "A Light That Never Comes" by Linkin Park