Worth the fight

He raises one of his big hands and softly brushes my hair back from my face, his touch is so tender and gentle.  Slowly, he lowers his head down to mine and I think he’s going to kiss me, his face is so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my lips, but he doesn’t.  He stops so we don’t have to lose the contact of our locked eyes.  And then everything I felt shift is confirmed and my world changes.
    “I love you, Elle.”
    I don’t have to think about my response.  Because there’s never been anything in my life I’ve been surer about.  “I love you, too.”
    Then he kisses me.  Sweetly.  Gently.  Passionately.  Really kisses me...in a way that I’ve never been kissed before.  It’s not a prelude to sex or foreplay.  It’s love.  Pure and simple, it’s love pouring from both of us and connecting in a kiss .  And in that moment I realize, I’ve never really been kissed before.  I thought I’d been, but I wasn’t.  There was absolutely nothing before this kiss, and I can’t wait to see what comes after.
    By the time we break for air, I’m holding onto his shoulders in order to keep upright.  Without his arms wrapped so tightly around me, I would be a puddle on the floor.  My knees are weak and my arms are shaking and then there’s the tears.  The tears have welled up in my eyes and I can’t stop them from falling when he looks at me that way.  I’d heard people say they cried tears of happiness before, but I’d never given the term any thought.  But that’s what they are and they start falling.  Streaming from my eyes as I smile up at the man that I’m madly in love with.  And he with me. 
    He smiles back down at me and wipes the tears from my eyes.  “You’re smiling and crying.”
    “I know…I think fifteen years of holding back my emotions just got the best of me…and now you’re in trouble.”  I laugh as I speak, realizing how ridiculous it must sound, but it’s true.  I haven’t felt anything for fifteen years, really, and now I’m overwhelmed with emotions I hadn’t even realized I was capable of anymore.
    Nico smiles before he reaches down and lifts me into his arms, cradling me tightly against his chest.  I wrap my arms around his neck.  “What are you doing?”
    “I’m taking the woman I love to bed to make love to her.”
    “Oh.”  His words are like music to my ears.
    ***
    The next morning I wake to a familiar warm hand on my exposed back, rubbing gently up and down my spine.  I turn my head to face the man I’ve professed my love to and he smiles at me.  “Mornin.”
    “Morning.”  I smile back and can’t help that it ’s a goofball smile, I feel satisfied and happy and completely and totally in love.  I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed.  Telling Nico about my past has lifted a weight off my chest that I didn’t even realize I was carrying.
    Nico laughs at my smile.  “I want to take you out onto the lake this morning before it gets too hot.”   He pushes my hair covering part of my face behind my shoulder and kisses my cheek.
    “Okay.”
    “I could get used to this new agreeable woman that you’ve become.”  Nico lifts up and kisses my bare back, just above the sheet that is covering me from the waist down.
    “And I could get used to waking up to this.”  He trails sweet gentle kisses up from the small of my back all the way to the nape of my neck.
    “Come on, before we don’t leave the bed all day.”  He abruptly stops kissing me and I miss the warmth of his body covering my back instantly.
    I groan loudly, very unladylike, “Or we could just stay in bed all day?”  I attempt to persuade him with an invitation.
    “Not a chance.  There’s a dozen places I want to have you here.”
    “Have me?”  Is he saying what I think he’s saying?
    Nico pulls back the sheet , exposing my naked ass, as I still lie face down on the bed.  I’ve not yet made any attempt to move.  He groans and smacks my ass playfully.
    “I’m going to have you on the li ttle island that’s in the center of the lake.  I can’t wait to see you spread eagle in the middle of that patch of grass under the tree.”   I begin to sit up and I watch as Nico’s light green eyes turn stormy.  There’s no hiding when he wants me and I love it.  It’s raw and real and he doesn’t try to mask it for something it’s not.  Nico drinks me in and then takes a deep breath before his eyes return to mine.  “And