He grazed his fingers over her cheeks, just barely touching. He breathed in slowly, carefully, wanting nothing to ruin this moment, this dream alive. Under him her face was flushed and her hair was a mess, a pool of blue. He closed his eyes and let their foreheads touch, sharing heat. She let out a quiet, nervous laugh.
"Is this your... first?" he whispered.
She nodded, eyes opened. He rolled over, taking her hand within his.
"We don't have to, y'know," he whispered coolly into her ear.
"I know," she whispered back.
Their chests' rose at the same time, and they stared up at the ceiling. He turned to look at her, to memorize her face, which, really, he didn't even need to, at this point. He took in her ocean blue eyes, and her small yet fierce face, some of her blue hear sticking down her, sticking with sweat.
And yet, he still couldn't believe that she was real, in this moment with her. That the same kind of a goddess was lying in the bed next to him, looking so beautiful, it was almost a fantasy.
He scooted closer, his arms engulfing her, his nose on her neck. "I love you," he mumbled.
In that moment, he realized that he had never hurt so much, that he never loved with more than his heart, if even possible.
Kissing her neck, which flushed, he gently bit, and she squirmed a little. His hands drew little circles on her stomachs.
But still, he waited. Even though she was "ready", he waited.