There had been a time when Daffney just couldn't believe Colt Cabana when he said wanted to love her. She'd firmly believed he'd see all her flaws and leave her, but he hadn't. He'd stood by her, made her happier than she ever had before, made her feel loved and wanted. Something no one else had ever done.
She'd once told Colt that she'd thought love was a myth, something pretty sounding that people said to make people feel wanted. Colt had listened, trying to act like hearing her say those words weren't breaking his heart but they were. He'd never understand how someone so amazing had been hurt enough to believe those things.
It was 6 months later when she'd told him he'd made her realize she was wrong and for the first time in her life she told someone she loved them. They hadn't fucked that night, they'd made love bringing each other close to orgasms and stopping only to keep dragging out until the night had faded into morning.
That was also the first time that Colt woke up before Daffney, she was a known early bird often having completed a work out before he'd dragged himself out of bed in search for coffee, which is why when he woke up to find his arms still wrapped around his naked girlfriend, his initial reaction was confusion. He'd snuggled a little closer, pushing her hair off her neck so he could place a chaste kiss on the skin. He still couldn't believe she'd actually said those three little words, that she'd admitted he'd broken down all the walls she'd built to protect herself and was willing to let him in.
Daffney had made a small noise as she woke up, a noise that Colt would forever describe as adorable even if it did earn him a punch in the arm. As she wriggled back closing the tiny gap between them, she'd turned staring into his eyes, with a small almost nervous smile. Colt had bowed his head and kissed away the nerves. He still wanted her, he always would.
They'd spent the day in bed, watching films and making a mess when Colt suggested using whipped cream to spice things up a bit. Daffney had laughed and Colt had frowned as the experiment resulted in the Schmeez trying to lap the cream off Colt's chest before he locked the cat out the room with a huff that only made her laugh more.
She whispered I love you as they made love again, and Colt said it back, tangling his hands in her hair and pulling her down to kiss her passionately. It was then she finally believed that yes, Colt Cabana did want to love her, and that she was willing to let him do it for the rest of her life.