[I picked up a barefoot woman walking out of a cornfield at 2am and I think I want to marry her?] Chapter 39

“How do you feel having said that to me, husband?” Ruth asked looking at Ray, taking in his features the way he went from emotional catharsis to discussing the weather levels of calm. 
“I feel better, I mean I know you know me more than this but I hadn’t said it to you quite like that and I wanted it to be something that you completely knew, know, continued to understand and it was like after years all the things that I hadn’t consciously felt, it was like the first time that I felt safe enough to even feel those things in terms of my expectations for myself. Which, like I don’t typically, feel in the normal way like most of what people would describe as emotions to me are more like thoughts rather than feelings.”

Ray looked at Ruth and smiled “I feel things for you, and food, and art and that’s pretty much it just a tiny tiny non-diffuse triangle of feelings and I’m cool with that.”
 
Ruth curled around him, pressing her breasts against his face comfortingly. “Babe it’s ok I know exactly the type of person you are and will never ask you to change, now if you want to improve something, if you want to try to sit there and cognitive therapy your way to normal feelings I’ve no issue with that but honestly, as long as you’re happy with me, you’ve got something to do and you’re not drifting endlessly doing literally nothing I think you’re fine regardless.” 

Ray laughed “Babe you’re lovely, just genuinely kind to me, I mean I enjoy being the exception to my sweet little man eating wife, not being on the menu feels nice like special in the opposite of a cannibalism fetish way and I don’t know it just feels pleasant you know, I mean I’m thinking of nachos and the two of us going to the diner and getting everything on the menu over the next couple days or weeks and just doing that thing that I know you wanted to do where we just menu cruise, I feel better, you’re fun to do things with, and I know you want to.”

Ruth blushed, “The only part of you on the menu is your cum babe.” She said it quietly, huskily, clearly loving the thought “But yea no seriously I’d love to go and get some more of those nachos they were so fucking good I almost came, definitely absolutely want more of that as much of that as we can stand, just glorious delicious food and time with my man, what could be better? I mean unless you want to watch something, catch a movie, go to a theater, torrent something and just sit here on a laptop watching a bunch of classics together.”

Ray smirked “Like ‘The Ring?’ or ‘Dear John?’ curious as to her taste in movies. Ruth looked at him blankly “‘The…Ring?’ ‘Dear…John?’ What are those…?” she said in a totally brainless bimbo accent as if she had been lobotomized for a second before laughing hysterically “Relax I’m fucking with you, want me to come out of the tv looking like a corpse and fuck you for seven days?” Ruth stuck her tongue out at him. 

“I mean I’ll take a week of sex sure but honestly the hottest version of you to me, is just… you.”  Ray says trying not to sound as turned on as he actually felt while just chatting with his snarky wife. 

Ruth licked his lips “My husband the pervert, are you sure? I could make my hair cover my face, and my skin grey and corpse like right down to my pussy even and just let you go to town if that’s your thing.” 

Ray looked at her amused “Yes babe I’m sure, stick with your cute man eater halter tops, ethereal skin, and oxblood nails please, I meant it the best look for you, to me, is really genuinely just you being you, I don’t need you to roleplay some horror chick you’re genuinely more than just my type you’re my archetype and I love you as you are.”

“Good husband, I painted my toes that oxblood color you’re so into on my fingernails I hope you like it take a look?” Ruth said with a tease as she extracted herself from curling into Ray just to put her feet right in his face. “Do they look pretty, baby?” Ruth said flirtatiously loving the way that she made him pause, smile, drool and get hard all in one moment.