Something clattered in the darkness.

“Jesus Christ!” she jerked and turned around. The light switch clicked on.

“Oh, it’s you,” she sighed with relief. “You half scared me to death.” 

“Fear fear,” a voice teased, stepping into the orangish glow of the refrigerator light. “midnight snack attack?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’ll just grab some errr, some carrots.”

He smiled his knowing smile. “Sweetie, we both know you’re out here to sneak a Mars bar. You can be honest.” he made a goofy face and made it past her to the cabinets. He had a weird habit of coming downstairs to pour himself a bowl of cereal when everyone else was asleep and it was odd to have company tonight.

She rolled her eyes as he made his way past her. “Party police.” She hissed and kicked the fridge door shut, making her way toward the exit.

In one swift move, he abandoned the box of cereal and intercepted her movement with his body. “Oya sorry naaw” he purred. “You know you can have your Mars bar; I told you you don’t need that stupid diet anyway.”

She rolled her eyes again, trying hard to conceal a smile. “I’m sorry, this wedding wahala is getting to me.”

“I know.” He kissed her forehead, leaving a trail of kisses down the bridge to the tip of her nose. “Those bitches are making my baby stress eat.” They burst out laughing at the same time.

Taking a step forward, she curled her arms around his neck and brought his head down to meet her lips. He moved closer and kissed her back. She giggled when he lifted her and placed her on the counter.

“You know we’ll be fine, right?” He said, taking on a serious demeanor. “That day, just like every other day will come and go. It is us – you and me,” he gently pressed an index finger against her chest and then his, “that will remain forever.” He took her hands in his and gave them a firm squeeze. “If the girls are stressing you out with the colors, bachelorette, dresses, and everything, just pick one for them already!” He held an intense, yet loving look in his eyes. “Whose wedding is it anyway?”

She laughed, lighting his face up with her smile. “Now let’s get you that chocolate bar.” He turned on his heel and started for the fridge.

“No, Lolu, wait.” She grabbed a fistful of his white T-shirt, stopping his motion with a slight jerk. She pulled him closer. “Wait,” she repeated in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

She joined her lips with his in a deep, sensual kiss. She tugged on his shirt, trying to bring him closer, trying to fuse her body with his. “I’ve made mistakes in life,” she finally said, “but this: you, me – it’s not one of them.”

He smiled, crow’s feet forming at the corners of his eyes like they usually did when he smiled.  She smiled back and kissed him again.

He took her firmly in his arms this time, caressing her body through the silk of her nightie. He left wet kisses on her neck and upper arms. “I love you, baby.”

She buried her head deep in the cleft of his neck, inhaling all of him; “I love you too,” she cooed.

He edged her forward, sliding the silk of her gown over her thighs, her hips, her butt. He nuzzled her soft belly and kissed the scanty patch of curly hair at the meeting of her thighs through her underwear. He let the dress sit at her waist as he peeled the straps over her shoulders, kissing and caressing before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked, like a child seeking comfort; she threw her head back and moaned, running her fingers through his thick hair. He let his lips stray to the valley between her breasts. He placed wet kisses, cupping each breast in one hand.

Finally, he set her up on her elbows. He crouched between her legs, clasping her waist with one hand and parting her legs with the other. Through her underwear, he traced the smooth skin of her almond nut. He teased its tip with the small of his tongue, his warm lips providing all the lubrication she needed. She moaned and moved forward, desperate to offer all of herself to him. He retreated.

“Uh-Uh, young lady; not yet.” He teased, caressing her body instead. Finally, he dipped his head again, softly lapping up and down through her underwear.

She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth to meet his lips. She tried to push him hard against her pulsating core. “Lolu, don’t do this to me,” she was almost whimpering.

He smiled, trying hard to hold back a laugh. With expert fingers, he pushed the wet fabric to the side.

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