UPDATED Aug. 24, 2014
Hello! I'm so thrilled that some of you left feedback and even PM'd me, your kind words made me so happy! Ann Aguirre's Razorland Trilogy is one of those stories that just never leaves your mind, isn't it? After re-reading the entire saga (for the 1,000,000th time it seems), I was reading my fanfiction again and noticed some major character flaws and grammatical errors. I'm so sorry! I've now updated it for your enjoyment. Also, I will be posting a LONGER fanfic story about Deuce and Fade soon, so stay tuned!
*All Rights Reserved to the author, Ann Aguirre.
**Warning, rated PG-16 for sexual reasons.
Please review, favourite, and share! -Coco x
It had been a couple of days since the completion of our cottage. The beauty of it still stunned me, and I doubt that would ever change. Fade said he felt the same way, even when the golden and coppery colored leaves fell from the trees surrounding our home, leaving them bare and dull. With the open feel that the river offered us, I was glad to be safe and not in fighting mode anymore. Our safe haven, finally. The party atmosphere settled down, and as the weeks elapsed, the villagers made us feel more at home than any other town had ever done; and they helped us familiarize with the big island. It was cold now, and the snow threatened to fall at any day, but for the first time in my life I wasn't afraid of Winter's long, harsh months; I was even welcoming them. Every night, either Fade or I would wait for one another in our cottage after a day's worth of wandering around town and learning new things from townsfolk.
Today, Momma Oaks had taught me how to prepare a new dish that was simple enough for my basic knowledge, and I was eager to try it with Fade. She'd written down all the steps in a notebook she gave me a while ago, calling it her Recipe Book. From time to time, when I had learned and mastered a meal, I would go back to her dwelling and she would teach me how to cook a newer, more complex recipe again. I counted four recipes in my book so far, including the most recent one. All swaddled up in my winter coat, I darted for Fade and my cottage. It wasn't very far from Momma Oaks and Edmund's, where Gavin, Rex, and Spence all currently lived under their roof. It was just comfortably close, enough for privacy and good measure. I opened up the main door of my cottage, and sure enough, Fade was lighting up the fireplace.
"Hey," he breathed out, "you're early," he wondered.
"Yes, I was going to say that to you," I said playfully as I untied my boots. He came closer and watched me undo the buttons of my coat with his arms crossed. When I lifted my eyes to meet his, he held a hungry glare. I took hold of his collar and pulled him down to my level, and pressed my mouth eagerly to his. I pulled back, dazed, and he smiled slyly.
"I want to show you something," I said, breaking the warm silence. He grunted, but followed me to the kitchen. "Momma Oaks showed me this new dish, and it requires the squash we received from Stone and Thimble. Remember? I think you're going to like it," I said while sorting out the ingredients. He took a glance at the recipe, and followed along as I put together the meal. Ironically, I wasn't as skilled with a kitchen knife as I was with a weapon. So I let that task to Fade, whose skills at cooking were very well still beyond mine. He would stroke my waist gently when I'd stand still, concentrating on the recipe. He'd bring his body close to mine and kiss my neck. I would turn my head and kiss his head, cheek, and mouth, slowly. He twitched a little when I did so, but I thought better of it than to bring it up. Instead I concentrated on his beautiful lips, and our tongues mingled for a while before I pulled away sleekly to finish my task. The easiness of it all was exhilarating to me.
Once the meal was set in the oven to cook, he dragged me to our bedroom to spark some more. I fell on top of him on our bed, leading him on as we peeled the clothes off of each other. I wasn't keen on the idea of being on top; I didn't quite know what to do next, but he assured me I was doing the right thing. I felt him rise beneath me, and the profound thrill sent shivers down my spine. At once I grabbed him and pushed him deeply into me. He growled and I hissed, and I took a moment to still myself. I whispered Fade's name, as it felt like the only appropriate thing to say. His head jerked back as I pushed myself up, and then down, again and again. His hands grope my thighs tightly, hips thrusting in unison with mine. Thankfully my legs were strong, as I could feel my muscles tensing in places I would only come to know by being intimate with Fade. His voice came out low and raspy, "Deuce, don't stop," he pleaded while taking a firm hold on my waist. I kept going until I felt like a thousand sparks lit up inside of me, and I almost wanted to scream; but I felt too exhausted to do so. Fade groaned, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed into a line. Once the heat flared down and my heartbeat slowed down just enough, I collapsed on top of him. His hands rested on my back, his fingers tracing light circles all over. Silence reigned the night, but it was unbelievably comfortable. My legs trembled, so I didn't move an inch from our previous milestone. Soon enough, I could feel him get alive inside of me again.
And so, we practiced some more.