Brighter than Sunshine
Northern Light

by
Jay's World.

~For my insatiable 'Rican~

"Oh, baby!"

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If there was anything I'd ever been grateful for in the American school system, it was the student dividing for classes. In Norway, from 1st to 7th grade you only had classes with the same people. Same with 8th through 10th grade when we were divided again. Troll and I had been lucky enough to be together for ten years before 'videregående' – our high school, broke us apart in different majors – me in cooking and her general studies.

But here, in America, it wasn't as narrow minded.

Here, I had classes with everyone at some point through the day.

And my favorite – physical education. Though I hadn't cared rats ass about the teacher or jumping jacks, the showers had been my heaven. My nirvana.

Give me your curvy, your tall and your short. The female body, so fucking beautiful for my teenage, horny self. But the absolutely most divine moment of my high school education had been my Junior year.

Because that year, Ro had been in my P.E. class.

I'd go all day frantic, waiting to see her. Her breast full and stretching the fabric of her tee, the short cut mandatory shorts showing off her creamy legs. And then she's sweat, running with her chest bouncing, hypnotizing me.

Then we'd go to the showers, and I'd peek at her while she pulled at her shirt and skidded the shorts down. If I'd been forced to say one thing about Emmett, if would have been that he had good taste in underwear, because Ro went from innocent – but just as erotic – white cotton panties to shocking pink thongs.

Thank you Emmett, at least you did one thing right.

But alas, she'd cover up in a towel and head for the showers. Though I doubt she ever noticed, I was always hot on her heal.

Her body. A water fall covering her with droplets. Wet.

Beautiful.

Lathering soap and coating her full body. From her transfixing chest to the swing of her knee cap.

Divine.

I imagined the showers vacant, except for her. And me.

I would push her against the wall and devour her mouth. Taste her sweet tongue against mine and hear her moan.

I'd tower over her, pinning her body with mine, pressing myself against her full length. Roaming her, feeling every inch of her perfect features.

In her presence, I'd worship her.

Because she deserved it. Deserves it still.

Diamonds.

Now I'm holding her hand, beckoning her to follow me through the busy streets of New York. I'm pushing and growling, cursing at people who shout at me. And she is behind me.

Following me.

Letting me lead.

I wonder if she knows-?

Does she feel the same way?

Then I'm not myself, I'm not in my own body. I'm just in a vacant place, where everything is light and pure and love, and she's with me. I lose track of time, soaring across the sky.

And when I open my eyes again, I'm home. Because Rosalie is standing in front of me with the utmost gaze adoration. And I really know it then, but I'm too scared to say it.

So I embrace primal needs and lust and hate and confusion.

Top.

Off.

Pants.

Wrecked.

Underwear.

Ripped.

I just need her, raw and bare and content.

Then I push her, seeing her fall hard and soft against the plush pillows on my bed.

Yes, I'm home, but home is where she is, not a place where I pay my bills.

I'm soaring again, floating on a cloud of ecstasy and…love.

Because I can see her face, her eyes inviting me in with their golden brown and lust and admiration. She admires me! How could it be, when in her presence I am nothing but a Pawn for her Queen? I may be the one making the moves, but she is the one pulling the strings.

She beckons me in with her radiating beauty, but keeps me with her sweet smell.

And I will give her what she deserves.

Diamonds.

So I strip so fast I get dizzy and sway, but her gaze steadies me. Captures me. Keeps me safe. And god how I feel alive, ready to take her as she takes me in return. I'm ready to show her my soul and my heart, presenting them to her wrapped in silk paper and flowing ribbons.

She deserves the best.

I smile, unable to contain the brightest emotion I've ever felt, and she lights up in response.

But even in my state of heightened arousal, I need to take my time. Bide it, evaluate it, what to touch first?

And since everything begins at the ground, and because those legs have only grown more gracefully and delicate with time, I kiss her skin. Her legs, thighs, my breath panting at the smell of her. I can smell her arousal!

I look into her eyes, lit with gold and expectations, her shivers electing labored breaths.

"Så vakker."

-"So beautiful"-

Then I'm all over her, devouring her, smelling her, tasting her.

I put my hand on her breast, finally I get to feel her soft flesh beneath my eager hands. So I go gentle, caressing and ghosting with fingertips because as she hardens underneath me I grow goosebumps. And I wonder if just touching her can bring me to the brink of euphoria.

But I mouth is accompanying my fingers, desperate for her moans and groans and pleadings.

I fix on her eyes, then her lips as she nibbles and wets them with her lush tongue swiping out from the entrance to heaven.

Then I kiss her, so gently and chaste that I berate myself for denying the feel of them before.

But this is not about me, but of her.

What she deserves.

So I spread her wide, kneeling between her legs as they so willingly open for me.

For me. Letting me lead her.

But gah, the smell is too much for me to handle and I can't control myself! Forcefully but lovingly I take a hold of her inner thighs, laying down so that I'm right there. And she's glistening wet.

For me!

She moans, spurring me on, and I run my tongue flat from her entrance to the bundle of nerves that harbors that sweet spot I've dreamt of for so long.

I suck and lick and flick, my tongue doing what it craves, swiping all of her juices.

"Å Gud!"

-"Oh God"- , I purr against her mound as I work her to a frenzy.

And I'm not far behind, rubbing my own legs together in the need of friction. Of release. But this is about Ro. About diamonds.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Trust.

Love.

Does she love me too?

My fingers search, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. But it's not enough, I need her to know exactly how much I desire her. Like she desires me.

I need her to taste herself, so that she'll see why I crave her.

And she moans, spurring me on, and I tell her "Yes baby" – yes, do you see now?

I need the confirmation, and her eyes show me everything, brimming with unshed tears that mirror my weeping heart that has ached for her for so long. So fucking long.

Her eyes vibrate, and I connect us once more, my mouth on hers. Taking. Given. Together.

She takes control, letting my legs straddle her, my own pleasure finally found. Rocking together we become one in ecstasy, her screaming my name and me thinking – yes, yes, I'm the one who gives you pleasure. Say my name! Tell me what you feel!

But I'm too scared to say that, and restrain my ramblings through my fingers, finally making her explode in pleasure and screams.

Her face, her final oohh's and aah's pushes me over the edge and I'm with her there in heaven.

Soaring. Floating.

I can't hold back my tears, letting my despair and hope and love stain her flawless skin.

"Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg. Ikke gå ifra meg. Ikke la meg leve uten deg."

-"I love you, I love you. Please don't leave. Please don't make me live without you."-

In her embrace I find hope.

Hope for love and togetherness.

I want her to be mine.

I want her to own me.

To be together.

But dread circles my mind… Does she feel the same way?

A Vikings Note.

Unbetaed this time, I just didn't have the patience. I never have. Not when it comes to Ro. Since so many of you requested more, we had no choice but to deliver. So I hope you're happy, I know I am.

Leave us some love, people!