Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 82: A Long Night

Chapter 82: A Long Night

Tony walked into the room carrying her. Marcella covered her mouth and giggled as he tiptoed around the baby as they reached the bed.

"Birdie," he hissed brushing aside the fringes on her forehead.

She hummed.

"Birdie... my little bird..." He kissed her.

Marcella closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. Lying on the bed as they kissed certainly felt different than the previous kisses they shared. She was more relaxed and felt light as a feather. As the kiss intensified, she sank her fingertips into his back.

Tony let go of her lips and let her breathe. She still couldn’t keep her hands off him. She couldn’t even take her eyes off him. He had a mesmerizing scent on him. Mixed with the scent of his cologne was his scent. He hasn’t taken a shower yet.

"Birdie?" she asked. "Why Birdie?"

He shrugged.

"You’re not going to tell me?"

She slipped her hands inside his shirt. She closed her eyes for courage. She was being proactive according to her at least. But she couldn’t stop herself. She still feels hot remembering how he touched her to his content on the couch last night. If he can touch her wherever he wants because he is her husband, doesn’t she have the same right?

"No," Tony groaned in her ear. She turned her head as his warm breath made her earlobes hot. She could imagine his intense glance on her. The room was dark and she was closing her eyes and all was fine for her to cross boundaries.

He is her husband. She has every right on him. She told herself that.

"Don’t you have a nickname for me, Birdie? Sweet baby...?"

He bit her earlobe and she felt a surge of electricity flowing all through her body. She winced and pulled her hands out.

"How did you...?" she blinked. She didn’t remember ever telling him that. "Wait... Did Gloria~"

He didn’t let her speak. Leaning to her ear, he hissed, "Touch me more, Birdie."

She opened her eyes to meet with his magnetic eyes. She forgot about everything else, looking into his eyes. No wonder poets loved the night light and write poems about it. Dim light had an allure. It made his eyes more mysterious. She sank into those sapphire pools without knowing.

Tony unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. "Touch me," he placed her hand on his chest.

Marcella wetted her lips. She was not that courageous to touch his chest yet. But she couldn’t deny his request. His back was fine. She drew circles on his back.

He thrusted his crotch on her abdomen as she caressed his bare back and kissed her forehead.

Is this going to be the day? Is it going to happen?

Marcella’s heart started to pound as she could feel his excitement on her. He told her that he was in love with her for a long time even before she realized her love. It made all her hesitation go away.

She didn’t have to think anymore. She was ready.

She kissed in the nook of his neck. He was supporting on his elbows and she could sense him tensing up as she kissed. She liked his reaction. He must be holding back his urges to dominate to let her take the charge. He did like to push her against the wall not minding they were in the streets. So...

At certain places on his back, she could feel the rough skin against her finger. It must be the scars she saw on his back.

"What?"

Tony saw the change in her eyes and asked.

"Those scars... How did you get them?" she asked.

The last time she mentioned those scars, she was pushed to the wall. She remembered that only after asking the question.

"Are you irked by them?" Tony asked, sliding to the side.

Supporting his head on his elbow, he rolled her to face him.

"No," Marcella answered. She didn’t know why he would even say that. She found that scars intriguing. "It must have hurt a lot..." she said.

Tony held her hand with his left hand and kissed her wedding band. "So, you’re pitying me," he said.

"What?" Marcella exclaimed. "It’s not pity... It’s just..." she smiled at him. "It’s sexy... like a warrior’s scar..."

Tony laughed. "Of course, you’d say this..."

In the past, she used to be very impressed with historical battles and liked those who were hailed as a "hero".

"You didn’t answer me," she playfully hit his chest.

"Hmm..." Tony wetted his lips. "Why don’t you find out yourself? It will be your little assignment," he licked the tip of her nose.

He was in a sate of euphoria. He couldn’t believe he was half-naked with Marcella on the bed. Everything in him wanted to tear her clothes off and take her. She is his to take.

But he didn’t want to do the mistake of the past. Yes, a lot has changed between them. They are adults now and are married. But he just learned that she likes romantic gestures. He wanted to woo her. He never wooed her.

He prayed for the heavens to grant him patience.

Marcella pouted and wiped her nose. "Why can’t you tell me?"

"What’s the fun in that?"

"Assignments are not fun," she poked his chest. "You’re so mean, Tony... Back in school you’d give me stupid assignments too... It didn’t help at all!"

Tony chuckled and kissed her neck. Marcella rolled to her back. She loved it when he kissed her neck. She threw her knee up and held his cheeks as he kissed her. His hair tickled her face and she closed her eyes, enjoying the intimacy.

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" she asked.

He was lying on her chest with his hand on her abdomen. She had a feeling that this was going to be a long night. He was tuning her to dance to his tunes; she could say.

She didn’t mind. She loved it.

The phone rang in the living room throwing a wet blanket on her excitement. "Should I get it?" she asked.

It should be someone from his work. No one would call her now.

"No, I’ll get it," Tony got up with a grunt. He kissed her forehead and walked out of the room.

Marcella lay on the bed for some time. Like clockwork, Joey woke up and she fed him and put him back to bed. She was told that babies are easy to raise the first four months. She didn’t know how true was that. She’s gotten the rhythm of it but she was a little scared of the future.

She has so big a responsibility on her head.

She changed to her pajamas. When she went to the kitchen earlier to get the bottle for the baby, Tony was still on the phone. She waited for him for some more time but he didn’t return for a long time. She couldn’t hear him speaking either.

Taking the empty water jug in the room, she went to the kitchen. Tony was sitting on the couch with a bunch of papers sprawled all over on the coffee table.

"Busy?" she asked. She was a little disappointed but his serious contemplative look as he concentrated on work was a sight to behold. He was always diligent unlike her.

"Yeah," he replied curtly and sank into his work again.

Marcella sighed. Classic Tony. Nothing can distract him from his work.

She cleaned up the table and packed the leftovers in the refrigerator. As she was about to wash the dishes, he came to the kitchen.

"I’ll do it," he patted her back.

"Weren’t you busy?" she asked. "I can finish it. It’s nothing."

"Yeah, but I want to do the dishes," he said.

Marcella was surprised. That was new! Without knowing, her heart warmed. He’s helping in the household chores even though he is busy. Adorable.

"You can go to bed if you’re sleepy," he said. "You look tired."

"Hmm..." Marcella sat on the counter. Flailing her legs, she watched him. She helped with drying the dishes.

"Are you making more amends to the bill?" she asked. "I took a look at those papers and the working was tedious to comprehend."

Tony paused and looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

Marcella’s heart skipped a beat. "I shouldn’t have looked at those papers?" she asked. "I’m sorry. You had them all over the~ I shouldn’t have looked at those confidential documents without asking for your permission." She decided to apologize.

Tony shook his head. "Stupid!" he shook his hand and splashed water on her face. "Anything mine is yours too."

Marcella bowed her head and without knowing her eyes watered. For a moment, she got terrified thinking she had angered Tony by crossing her limits.

Aiden used to talk about limits and boundaries a lot.

I’m not with Aiden. I am with Tony. Tony is different.

She patted her chest.

"What~ Are you crying?" Tony held her chin and raised her face. "You are crying," he dropped the glass in the sink and hugged her. "I don’t think you are stupid. I am sorry."

"It’s not..." Marcella hugged him.

He is different.