Skywards
AN: Very slight inspiration taken from A Walk To Remember, also, little bits from my personal experiences. Serious topic covered- hope I can do it justice. I have wanted to write this for a while, but it's a sensitive subject to write about properly and I've always been a bit scared to. I'm going to try and write it as it is, no fluffing about, so if you think you will be affected by it, I wouldn't carry on. Thanks guys, and I'd love feedback so I can know how I did.
Does start as a little bit of bedroom material, but I'm trying not to be smutty with it. It's important to the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or EastEnders (and I don't enjoy breaking apart Ronnie's life.. I'll put it back together later, promise.)
Tipping her head back and moaning softly as each love-mark graced her neck, Ronnie moaned softly. She ran her hand up the neck of the man doing the deed, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. She arched her back towards him out of instinct and felt his expert fingers undo each button on her shirt. Finally rid of the garment, she allowed herself to melt under his touch; his kisses that fell like scattered snowflakes against her collarbone, each one a drop of desire on her skin.
A husky chuckle left her lips a moment later as he fumbled clumsily with the lace of her bra, her lips breaking away from his in a giggle as he cocked up what had been a truly romantic moment.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with this thing…" he muttered,
Ronnie took her hands from his back and unclipped the front of her bra, laughing at the look on Jack's face.
"What woman invented that?" he chuckled, kissing her lips deeply as he dropped the garment on the floor and made up for the day's earlier arguments, warmth running through her belly and legs as he finally did as she had been yearning for.
"I can't believe you, you know, still." She half-whispered, pleasure flooding her senses.
"How do you mean?" he murmured, his lips still stunning her skin with kisses, his movements making his love for her so clear.
"Well when I met you, I thought you were all mouth and no trousers." she could hear the smile in his tone as he murmured back to her,
"And what do you think now?"
"You are definitely all trousers, no doubt about it."
Her nails grazed his shoulder gently as he treated her every bit as special as she deserved, exciting her in ways only he could. Her heavy eyelids slid closed as she succumbed to his magic, the touch that stirred embers in her belly.
Her eyes opened to his voice a moment later: "Ron." He said; his voice was soft yet holding some kind of urgency. His fingers had stumbled upon her secret, the tender lump of harboured guilt.
"Mmm…?" She looked up into the eyes that she expected to be full of dark sparkle, yet that were so dull. He didn't say another word; he didn't have to. His hand was to her breast, his breath was held and his mouth was dry. He knew, and he knew she did too.
The blue in her eyes flickered, and she looked away, counting the perfume bottles on the nightstand: Pink, crystal clear, light blue. It took a moment for her to react, and in that moment he watched her. Not sure of exactly what was going through her mind, but betting it had something similar to what was going through his.
Ronnie placed her hand over his and quietly took it off her body.
"Don't," She uttered gently, sighing softly as he rested his forehead against hers. As he went to open his mouth, she shook her head, her eyes still closed, and she whispered, "don't spoil it."
Ronnie sighed. She sighed for how she would miss the way they laughed together, the way he treated her like a friend as well as a lover. She would miss these times the most; the nights they put everything else aside and focused on themselves. The articulate way that he would lavish attention on her in the nighttimes, no matter how much they had argued that day. From now on, she knew she would no longer be his girl; she'd be his burden, a child, and most of all, his grievance.
