Marcie And Leo Ch 173

(Hello, gentle reader. This one isn't as sexual as most of them lately seem to be. I just wanted to take the moment to thank everyone for allowing me the opportunity to write again. I understand I am not the most consistent when it comes to submissions and such. Thank you for reading and liking what I present. A special thanks goes to my friend who inspired the character of Marcie. From Good Neighbors Ch. 01 to now, she was the spark that started me writing again and I am forever in her debt for that.)

It was a quiet weekend day. As I was helping Marcie work around the house, I could feel the throbbing ache in my leg. It was a few years ago when I had a fall which broke my leg (M&L Ch. 045). Even when taking the time to heal, there are times I feel that I overdo it. Still, I wanted to make sure Marcie wasn't doing everything herself. It was as I finished dusting the living room that I moved to the couch to rest. It was a little while before I felt the presence of my wife sliding in next to me.

"You need to learn how to pace yourself," she said before I felt her arms around me. "Just because it heals doesn't mean it's back to original strength. If anything, you need to be mindful of the pain, Leo."

Have I mentioned lately that Marcie can seem to be psychic sometimes? Still feeling her body pressed against mine had the usual dual effect. On the one hand, it was relaxing me. At the same time...

"Leo, are you having naughty thoughts?" she asked.

I kissed her lips fully and with a fervor she was not expecting.

"You still excite me, Amor," I said.

"But I am all messy from working on the house," she said. "I just don't understand how..."

As I was sliding her onto my lap, my hands went immediately to her rear where I squeezed while I kissed her again. Her arms went to my neck to hold me close. It had been a long time since the first passionate moment we shared, and many things had happened since. Still, there was nothing in the world as comforting, as encouraging as her body pressed against mine.

"We could take a shower if it would feel better," I whispered.

Another deep kiss.

"What are your intentions, kind sir," she whispered back.

"I promise my intentions are partially noble."

"Really? Only partially."

"You know it's hard to have pure motives with you, Marcie."

"You are a horndog sometimes," she responded before there was another kiss.

"Is that bad?" I asked, expecting anything just because I knew her so well.

"If you are including a back rub in your intentions, I would not object."

I held her for a bit. As much as I loved my wife, I also knew that every day with her was a gift. As much as I always share how much Marcie means to me, there had always been the thought in the back of my mind to remember how grateful I was that she was there. I had grown so dependent on her not just as my partner, but as a constant. I didn't socialize with many folks outside of work, even when I was married to Missy. It was just my nature. Call it social anxiety. Call it being anti-social. I was just never that social with people in general. I know someone could diagnose it different ways and my therapist has.

One of the most difficult side effects of losing Missy initially was losing my confidante at that time. With Missy, I had someone whom I could defend against the world for. Having her with me felt like that. Yet, when I lost her, the initial thoughts after the shock were always that I was meant to be alone. That my penance for the anger in my soul was to be alone for the rest of eternity. It was something I was learning to deal with.

Then the woman resting in my arms started to change that little by little. Her friendship wasn't a wrecking ball. It was more like the little woodpecker that slowly started to chisel away at the glass in small bursts. Her daily visits seemed to start bringing a bit more sunshine to the situation. From the melancholy of grief, she was a brief respite even for a little while. Then the hole she started grew a little at a time. Even when her own husband passed, she kept up the pace. Until the first time happened.

There was so much in that first moment that was difficult to describe. Yes, it was passionate and animalistic because it was the first time in a while when I had that kind of physical contact. At the same time though, it was also when the barrier was breached, and I started to feel like fate was granting me a second chance.

As much as I share the different moments with Marcie through, I can never be less than grateful that fate allowed me the chance to love someone again. That there was a second love of a lifetime. I try daily to never take that love for granted. In a way, I understand why Mitch was so scared to lose Marcie. When you find someone that completes you in that way, there's that desire to never let go. There's the desire that you need to keep her at all costs. Still, the one main difference between Mitch and I is that I recognize that Marcie is more than that.

Marcie is strong. Marcie is very deliberate when she has her mind set on something. By allowing her to breathe, allowing her to try out what she is set on, it empowers her to be the independent woman she was always meant to be. That is why I consider every day with her a gift. Even when the days are quiet, being with her makes everything better.

As she slid from my lap, she took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. We started to disrobe together until I saw the different parts of her form that made me smile. Then she turned to me with her smile.

"Ready to get the sweat off?" she asked.

"Right behind you, Baby," I responded.