Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

This might be a little too dirty, sorry! It's what the last few days in bed have been like. 

Eyes Open

Husband sitting on the bed in his suit and tie with laptop pounding out an email. He looks down at me pitifully and adjusts the blanket up under my chin. 

Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

Light coming in through the curtains, husband gone, note taped to the iPad saying "Back at 5:00, bringing soup, do not leave bedroom, do not clean house." I watch a dumb show on the iPad and fall back asleep. 

Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

Husband is behind me wearing just a pair of boxers. TV is showing some soccer game. I reach over him to get remote and turn it off. He stirs, gives me medicine and demands I eat soup. He sits up with me and turns the game back on until I fall asleep again. 

Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

Husband is again behind me, holding me. TV is still on but this time he has put the remote out of my reach so I don't turn it off. He's a quick learner. I turn to face his chest and slide my hands down his back and grab his butt. 

Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

He's taking off my shirt and I look down to see he already has my briefs off. 

"You want to do it?" I asked sleepily as he slid the shirt off my arms. 

"No sex, I make you bubble tub." He lifted me off the bed and carries me to the bathroom. He had the iPad setup on the edge with a tv show cued up (Marvel Runaways! So good!). He stripped off his clothes and we spent a long time in the overly bubbled tub watching a show and soaking while he washed me. He didn't complain when I went to touch his butt. :) 

Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

My head is on his chest and he's um... pleasuring himself while watching a video he took of us on his phone. If his phone ever gets hacked, I'll have a porn career. I just watch him until he finishes. It's so sweet that he's getting off to us. I love him. 

Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

He's on the phone again, laptop open, looking up some property info and sweet-talking a client. He gives me that pitiful look again and reaches for more medicine. 

Eyes Closed... Eyes Open

I wake him up. It's dark outside, maybe morning, maybe evening. I have to get out of here. 

"Is 4 in the AM, my love. Nowhere is open and drunks are out on the highway. We rest," he yawned. He pulls me into his chest and I lay there listening to his heartbeat until the sun came up. I'm way too into my own head and my thoughts got dark. Finally he stirs again. He shuffles off to the bathroom and I hear him streaming into the toilet. 

"Please," I begged when he came back in. 

"Yeah yeah, ok." He pulls on a sweatshirt and joggers then helps me bundle up. He gave me my morning medicine then we drove around on empty streets seeing what's open. He ran into Western Bagel and got us sandwiches and hot tea then just drove along Mulholland listening to Persian music until I coughed and he decided we'd had enough. We did go to the drug store and he got me more supplies and another clearance Valentine's day stuffed animal (this one was a gorilla holding a heart. He insisted I pick one). 

So that's been my only excitement the last few days.. Rite Aid and Western Bagel. 

Here's Bagel Brad for you Non-LA peeps: