Crossing Boundaries

Reagan and I decided to take keep our status a secret the moment we decided to speak to the nice family of six. They have two boys and two girls. The father, being muscular and tall with hands that were calloused when he shook my hands, said his name was Henry. Edwina was his wife and she had beautiful looking eyes that that were filled with warmth anytime she smiled. The couple invite us into their home, luckily for us they were just about dinner.

It was at dinner, we learnt Henry was a hunter and Edwina worked a farmer and she has her own plot of land she uses to farm not quite far from their house. When they asked us what we did, I immediately jumped in and told them that Reagan was a traveler, which wasn't exactly a lie. He travels, just not for sightseeing like they think. When they asked me what I did, Reagan had dropped in and told them I was a seamstress.

I immediately went into a choking fit with Reagan patting my back. Edwina had poured me more water wondering what was wrong but I just smiled and shook my head awkwardly telling them that I was okay when on the inside I was screaming. Did he think just because all women learnt embroidery, they become seamstress? And he didn't even call me just a seamstress, he called me the best one in town!

Edwina of course had seemed delighted to hear that and had asked if I could make her a dress for her for her wedding anniversary. I had told her it would be my pleasure but on the inside, I was calculating the fastest way to get out of here.

Deciding to retire for the night, the parents led us into a spare room they had. It wasn't much—wooden walls, a single bed, and a patched quilt that had seen better days—but it was warm and clean. Reagan thanked them graciously, and they left us with soft goodnights and smiles.

The moment the door shut, I turned to glare at Reagan who sank on the bed without taking off his boots. "You having fun?"

Reagan turned to stare at me, "Not exactly, the bed is way too small." He said as he looked at the bed before looking at me, "You know what this means?"

"Oh I do, except it's not happening!"

Reagan scoffed before he sat up on the bed, "Look, we just told them we were newlyweds who got missing in the woods during our honeymoon phase, it's going to look really weird when they wake up to check in on us and they see us sleeping apart."

When he puts it that way, it seemed… stupidly sensible. Still, Henry and Martha had gone out of their way to make us feel at home and I could almost see Martha sneaking in early in the morning with a tray of tea and one of those warm smiles of hers! How would she feel if we were lying on the other sides of the room like two total strangers?

Heaving out a resigned sigh, I agreed. "Fine." I said but I stared at Reagan who laid back down on the bed, "There are going to be rules though."

"Wouldn't expect nothing less!" Reagan responded dryly.

I glared at him as I continued, "Do not even attempt touching or else I'll kick you off the bed and I don't care if that would result with me blowing our cover!"

"And what you end up touching me?" Reaga threw at me.

I snorted at him in response, "Believe me body, I have no desire to and I don't think I ever will." I said as I sat down on the bed.

The bed creaked as Reagan leaned forward towards me. "Are you sure about that?" His tone was not the playful or charming that I was less sensitive to, but there was another thing behind those words — something darker.

I turned around to look at him only to see Reagan so close to me. His face was nearly touching mine, his gaze pierce through me, holding me captive to whatever he wanted from me. It was not the mischievous grin, not the boyish demeanor he was so well known to cover up behind. This was so real, so unabashed and it made my breath catch.

But I knew it wasn't true, Reagan doesn't want me, how could he? The thought made something in my heart ache but I smiled at him then raising my finger, I pressed it to his forehead, using it to push him towards the side of his bed.

"Yes, I am sure, now go to sleep husband." I said.

Reagan laughed but he willingly did as I asked, "Alright but just in case you end up changing your mind."

"Oh shut up Reagan!" I said though my voice lacked the bite it add and there was a smile on my face even though he couldn't see it. "Good night husband."

"Good night wife." Reagan responded quietly and it didn't take me that long to find sleep.

***

I woke up sometime close to dawn because there was a feeling of something heavy pressed on me. Opening my eyes, I looked down to see whatever boundary it was I had set had been crossed. Reagan's hand now laid on my waist and somewhere along the line, I seem to have shifted really closer to him. I could feel the warmth of his body on mine, except that wasn't the only thing I could feel.

Something else poked against my back, it wasn't really that close to be called uncomfortable, but I could still feel it nonetheless.

Fucking hell! I cursed feeling angry and I grabbed Reagan's hand prepared to shove him off me, I then made a move to get up but before I could, I was suddenly snatched backwards by Reagan. He grabbed my waist and pulled me really closer to him, so close I finally felt the curve of what I assumed was his length nestled against my ass.

Fuck! I cursed my heart beating faster and with the way Reagan hissed, I could tell that I wasn't the only one. Thinking he was awake, I turned to look at him but his eyes were closed. His features were relaxed the teasing smirk wiped off as he slept. His long, black eyelashes lay on his cheekbones, and for a moment I was stunned how… serene he seemed.

I turned trying to get myself out of the situation. I made a move to get up but somehow that only made me grind against his length and I could feel it nestled against my cheeks through the thin cotton wear Edwina had given me to change to.

A moan from Reagan made me halt my movement immediately.

"Fuck, Dahlia!" He moaned so softly but I could still hear it.

I immediately stopped what I was doing, my heart beating so fast in my chest I was afraid the sound might wake Reagan up, but it didn't. I froze unable to move as I contemplated on what I had just heard.

Reagan had called me by my name. He had called me by name! For the first time in months, he had called me by my name. I don't think I've ever heard him called me by my name ever since the wedding vow. He was always addressing me by my title as his wife, his tone condescending as he did or he called me by that ridiculous nickname.

But here he was, calling me by name, with such emotion in his voice I felt something flutter deep inside of me. I don't know if it was my desperation to hear it again but I decided to move against him, slowly this time around and I was rewarded with a deep groan again.

"Ah fucking hell Dahlia," Reagan moved his hand coming to rest against my ass but not to stop me but control me.

He arched my ass, positioning it right again on the curve of his length so he could grind softly against it and the sensation, oh gods above I have never felt anything like that before.

"Hm, that's it, right there Dahlia." Reagan moaned again as he continued to rock against me and I could feel moisture between to gather right between my thighs as he moved.

I don't know what this sensation is but it felt too good, way too good and it was too much. Too much that I couldn't resist the moans that escaped my lips and just like that the spell was shattered.

Reagan suddenly grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over and he climbed on top of me while his hands moved to grab me by the throat. When he stared down at me, I was surprised at the way his eyes had darkened and the desire I saw in his gaze made a gasp come out of me.

"Reagan?" I whispered softly.