Don’t Want to Get Married
“I’ve never wanted to get married” she said one night, before he loved her. When they were just friends, but there was something brewing between them both.
Karen was looking at Frank and Maria’s wedding photos that night. She had found one in an old file, and brought it out to look at it right when Frank snuck through her window.
“What’s that?” He said to her, as her face grew flushed and she quickly shoved the picture behind a pillow on the couch.
He later pried it out of her, and they stared at the photo for hours. They talked about their lives, and it was one of the first conversations they had with each other that would be this easy, this carefree. The first of many.
It was six months later when they talked about marriage again. Karen had thrown it from her mind, and Frank thought he had as well until he saw it.
It was midnight, and he was on his way home from a stakeout. He knew Karen would be up waiting for him, despite the many times he told her she didn’t have to wait up. So, he decided to get home as fast as possible.
But that’s when he saw it. A few blocks from Karen’s apartment. It was a couple. A girl with short auburn hair and a boy with a mess of a brown mop on his head. They couldn’t have been older than 19. The girl was wearing a short, ruffled dress, in an off white. The boy was in a tux that didn’t fit. The thing that gave it away, though, was the worn veil on her head. They were laughing and stumbling as they walked along the city streets.
“We just got married!” The boy screamed, holding his girl by her waist and kissing her. At this Frank’s lips turned up into a smile. And he thought about the night that him and Maria married. How excited, and drunk, they both were.
But Maria was gone now, and although he thought about her all the time, he was with Karen. He thought about her in a white dress, her strawberry blonde hair hidden behind a family veil. And that’s what did him in.
Not 10 minutes later he stumbled into Karen’s apartment through the open window. Although, now that they had been dating for nearly five months, Karen told him he could use the door.
As he suspected, Karen was waiting for him on the couch, she had a cup of coffee in her hand and was typing something on her computer. But when she heard him come in, she looked up with a smile.
“Hey!” She beamed, and scrunched her nose up at him, hoping he would lean down at her to give her a welcoming kiss like always. But, when that kiss didn’t come, she furrowed her brows together in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, seeing his face and knowing it couldn’t be good.
“Karen, I’m no good.” Frank said, not looking at her, hands in his hair, shaking his head.
“What are you talking about, Frank? What’s wrong?” Karen stood, putting her coffee and laptop to the side, trying to go to Frank. He pulled away and just shook his head more.
“I’m no good for you.” He said, his eyes welling up in a way Karen had only see few times before.
She was confused. He had said that to her so many times before, but she always convinced him otherwise.
“I want to be with you, Frank. I love you! Please, don’t say that.” Karen rushed to him again, taking his face in her hands, only for him to look down and push away from her.
“I can’t give you a life, Karen! I-I can’t give you what you need.” And at this Karen became more confused.
“What do you mean?” She shook her head, tears now forming in her eyes, too.
“Marriage, babies, a life, a home. I can’t do that again. I can’t do that for you.” He was saying, over and over, sitting on the couch and burying his face in his hands.
“Hey,” Karen said to him, understanding, and sinking down to kneel in front of him. Her hand went up to his face, to take it out of his own hands. “I have never wanted any of that, I thought you knew.” She was quiet, trying to help him understand. “I don’t want that life, not with anyone, I never have and that didn’t change when I met you.”
He was looking at her now, but he still didn’t look convinced.
“I like what we have, I like being with you, like this. I want this forever, nothing else. Nothing more. I just want you, in whatever way you can give me.” Her hands were moving up and down his arms, trying to calm him. She leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips, on his cheeks.
“I love you.” Karen said to him, and she leaned in to kiss him again.
He hummed at her, and leaned his forehead against hers. “You sure?” he asked. “Am I really enough? Like this?”
Karen adjusted herself so that she was sitting on his lap on the couch, facing him. His hands immediately reached around to grab her ass, pushing her closer to him. Frank bit her bottom lip, and kissed her with urgency.
His bruised hands unzipped her skirt and she stood to kick it off her legs. After it was kicked to the side she sat back on his lap and continued to kiss him. They only broke to raise Karen’s shirt above her head.
Frank lifted her and kept her legs around his waist as he walked them both to the bedroom. He slowly placed her on the bed, and began to lay kisses all over her almost-naked body.
Karen’s eyes fell closed as his lips hit her skin, goosebumps appearing instantly. Her body arched up to his as his lips fell on her thigh, and Frank’s fingers slipped under her panties and tugged them down her legs.
She took this as a sign to take off her own bra for him, and began to unhook it, but Frank took over and slid the straps off her arms.
“My beautiful.” He whispered to her, so tenderly. “I don’t deserve you.” He said, probably more to himself than to her.
“We deserve each other.” Karen said to him, raising her head from the bed to look into his eyes.
They held eye contact for what felt like forever, and then Frank leaned down to place a small kiss on her lips.
“I love you.” And Frank meant it, he meant it so much.
She smiled at him, her blue eyes scrunching up, and he smiled back at her. He placed his hands on her knees, and pulled her body closer to him by her legs. His head dipped down, kissing her thigh once more, and then his tongue began to work.
“Frank.” Karen spoke, quietly, eyes closing as her head fell back.
His mouth worked on her, so wet already, and she squirmed beneath him. Her moans only made him go faster, and when her hands fell in his hair, pulling his head up, he looked at her with a puzzled look.
“I want you.” She begged him, emphasizing the you. Frank smiled, and leaned up to kiss her.
Her hands reached down to his belt and undid it. He kicked them off and pulled his shirt over his head.
Karen’s finger tugged at the hem of his underwear, and Frank looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “A little antsy, aren’t we?”
“Please.” Karen whined, and he chuckled and let her pull them down and off of his body.
Once they were both completely naked, Frank lowered his body so he was hovering above hers. His dog tags pooling at her breasts, and his arms at either side of her, propping himself up.
She leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips as he positioned himself. And as he entered her, her eyes fell closed.
“Hey,” Frank said to her, lifting one of his hands so that his fingers could push the few pieces of hair out of her face. “Look at me, Karen.”
And she did. Their hips moved together, slow and in sync.
Ten minutes later they both fell apart, kissing each other and whispering sweet things as they did.
That was the first of many sloppy times they made love that night.
