Lisa's P.O. V.
**Song Suggestion: Grow As We Go by Ben Platt**
I knew Davis was trying to cheer me up, but it's hard to be cheered up by news like the one I received today. However, this little game had me smiling from ear to ear, reveling in my triumph. The thought of kids was far from my mind for a moment as I tore through the wrapping. I wanted to know what he had hidden behind this thin paper.
My brows met in the center as I stared at a small black box. Did he really get me jewelry? It's sweet, but I'm not the 'buy jeweler for me' type. Still, I opened the box, prepared to put on a grateful smile. I wasn't expecting to see a ring. It was beautiful with a squared cut sapphire in the center surrounded by small diamonds. When I looked at him, I found him lower than I expected as he knelt before me.
My eyes had never watered so quickly before. Did he really want to ask me this? Even after knowing I can't have children?
"Lisa Porter, I don't think you realize how much you mean to me," he started, staring deep into my eyes. "I haven't felt this way in many, many years. You've brought back a piece of me I thought was long since dead. There is nothing in this world I want more than you, than to share this life with you. Whatever life I have left, I want it spent with you by my side. I would be the luckiest man on the planet to call a strong woman such as yourself my wife. You've always seen yourself as weak, but never once have I thought it. When you weren't strong physically, you were strong emotionally. Now you're both, and I couldn't be prouder of the way your inner warrior has come out and shined. Lisa, I love you with all of my heart, and today's news has not changed that one bit. So will you?" He grabbed the ring from the box in my hands and began to slide it on my finger. "Will you marry me?"
"I told you already I would say yes. But are you sure you still want me?" I asked him, worrying that maybe one day he'd regret this decision.
"More than sure, Lisa. I'll want you always and forevermore. There won't be a day that I won't want you by my side, that I won't love you. You're my everything, so don't you ever question it." He stood up now, holding me close so that his face was just inches from my own.
"Then yes, I will marry you, Davis." I whispered against his lips before we kissed so passionately it was like all the love in the world had been placed on my lips.
"Thank you, my little warrior," he whispered between our kisses. I pulled back, shaking my head at him.
"No, my Viking, thank you. You took me out of a dark place. You saved me from going through with something that would have killed me. It was you that saved me. You've made me strong and helped me grow. I will forever be grateful to you. You're my Viking, my love, my savior."
We spoke no more as our lips rejoined. He kissed me with passion, threading his fingers through my hair to clasp my head against his. I did the same, loving the feel of that golden mane wrapped around my fingers.
Davis did exactly what I needed him to do today. He held me close, told me it would be okay. The mention of being a mother another way wasn't forced on me. He gave me time to grieve, and when he felt I had cried enough, he made me feel better. The game we played was to get me into a fighting mindset. He did it to make me feel strong, and to make me work for this moment. Then he asked me the question I'd been waiting for, to make sure that I knew that he still loved me, although I couldn't have his children.
There was nothing at that moment but us. My news was pushed so far back in my mind, along with my dad. I'll let those resurface later, after I've enjoyed my time with my now fiance.
I like that word. Fiance.
Davis' lips trailed the length of his neck back and forth until he'd kissed every inch. He kissed the exposed skin above my breasts, trailing down my cleavage.
"Sorry, I'll buy you a new one," he said with the sound of fabric ripping as he tore my shirt open with his bare hands.
"You're lucky that wasn't one of my favorite shirts," I lied, because it actually was, but I didn't mind one bit. Frankly, I like it when he goes primal on me like this. It's damn hot.
His mouth explored my breasts in the most delectable of ways. Before I knew it, I was being lifted and thrown onto the bed. He smiled so brightly at me as he jumped over me. I laughed, feeling so overjoyed at the moment. Only Davis could make me happy after such depressing news.
"Thank you, Davis," I said again, because how could I not thank him after everything he's done for me, and continues to do. "Now fu.ck me good, my Viking, because I just promised you my life." I threw him a wink, and I swore he growled sexily, like some kind of animal. I giggled as he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close, licking between my breasts up to my chin.
"Oh trust me, you'll never tire of sex with me. I'll make sure of it."
"I don't doubt it."
He pulled my skirt off along with my underwear, surprising me with the gentle way he did it, even though he'd just torn my shirt open. He then shed his own clothes so fast I wondered if maybe he had some sort of inhuman speed. I let my hands run the length of his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. He really is a modern-day Viking.
Our hands explored each other, much in the same way our mouths did. At one point, I had even kissed his hairy calf, but I didn't care about the time, only wanting to love every inch of him. He didn't let me kiss him all over for long as he dragged me across the bed and positioned me towards him in just the right way. Davis really knows how to drive me wild and he plans to prove it tonight.
Oh, the sex we had was unlike before. It was passionate, hot, and outright sexy as hell. Then it was gentle, loving, and safe, the complete opposite. After that it went animalistic, savage even, running me wild and ragged. Davis was showing me all the ways he could take me, all the ways he could make me feel immense pleasure. By the end, I was spent, utterly exhausted. My muscles ached and my poor center was screaming.
He 's right, I'll never tire of sex with him.