"Hey Maldew I think it's time we head back to the house don't you? It's pretty late and it's gotten colder." He muttered lifting me from the sand. I blinked myself awake, realizing that I had been dreaming about my past with my wonderful partner. "I love you." I whispered tucking my head under his chin and fell back to sleep. He carried me all the way to the house we shared here on my isle. It was a fairly large home for the pair of us and it was nice to be able to call something our own. He kicked the front door open once he unlocked it and carried me off to the master bedroom. After laying me in the bed he went and got himself something to eat. I woke up later that night with him lying beside me snoring softly. "I have never regretted giving myself to you my wonderful island continent." I whispered kissing his lips softly before slipping out of bed to get myself something to eat. I sat quietly at the dining table as I ate a piece of melon, it was late it must have been one in the morning. I had a strange feeling in my chest as if there had been something in my life missing. I thought about it long and hard till something hit me. The pair of us hadn't even thought about having children even. We haven't had sex since, well since our honeymoon which was 50 years ago. I bit my lip wanting to feel wanted in that way again. I wanted to feel full; I wanted to feel him want me and only me. I knew what I had to do and I regretted ever thinking those dreaded number showing up in my head. I went back to bed knowing what I'd have to do tomorrow. The call, which would cause a small part of me to die.
I stared out at the ocean after he had left saying something about his boss calling and yelling about him having a ton of paper work he had to do. He kissed me and promised to be back before the sun went down on the Indian Ocean. I bit my lip as I picked up the phone and dialed those horrible numbers. "Bonjour?" His voice said on the other end of the phone. "H-hello F-France." I managed to get out as I felt my arm start to shake. "Madagascar, what a wonderful surprise! What can I do for you because you never call so this must mean you need something?" He seemed to sneer out behind the phone. "How can, how can I get my partner want to take me to bed without being a complete pervert?" I whispered against the phone as trying to hide the complete embarrassment I felt at this moment. "You're telling me you haven't had sex with Australia?" He seemed skeptical about it. "I'm not a virgin France! It's just we haven't done it since we got married." I muttered. I heard coughing and choking on the other end. "You've both been holding out for 50 years!" He yelled almost as if he was ashamed at me. "It's not that I don't want to its just hard to start too, well you know make moves on him." I whispered. "My poor little gamin." He cooed. "Please Père be serious about something for once for my sake." I begged. I was ready to hang up even though he would have the fun of holding it over my head that I haven't done it with my partner since my wedding night. "Have you ever just thought about just asking him mon gamin?" He asked. "Yes but, I failed even to get him to understand. I can't stand naked in the middle of my bedroom waiting for him to come home." I was on the verge of tears. "Maldew you should just come out and ask him about making love. Australia maybe ditsy but he loves you very much so and you're happy with him. As long as you happy and comfortable with your partner, having sex shouldn't be too hard." "Père promise me one thing before we hang up." I mutter. "Of course Madagascar anything you want." He chuckled almost knowing what I was about to say. "Please don't tell anyone about this I'm begging you Père. I don't want to be the laughing stock of the world nations." I whispered. "I promise Madagascar I won't do that to you. Au revoir for now." He cooed as he hung up the phone.
I shivered as I stripped out of my clothes and slid into bed completely naked, waiting for him to come in. I heard the front door open, and close, the door lock, and boots being kicked off. Tonight I would have him; I'd be his for the first time in 50 long years. This was long overdue; the pair of us had sex four times in the past. "Maldew?" His voice called out as he climbed the stairs leading to our room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed my small naked body laying a crossed our bed, curled on my side. The soft light of the moon giving me a soft, pale shine. "M-Maldew." He gasped staring at my small body. It's been so long he almost forgotten how small I really was under all that cloth that I wore. "Please Nigel." I whispered rolling onto my back and slightly opened my legs giving him a view of my inner thighs. "God Maldew what did I ever do to deserve you?" He muttered slowly walking toward the bed. "You saved me from myself." I whispered against his mouth once he was close enough for me to kiss him. He crushed our mouths hungrily together as he brushed his fingers down my sides. "God I love you. How I've missed your body like this." He moaned pushing me down into bed and shifted to kneel over me. "I'm yours, as long as you want me. All you ever have to do is ask." I whispered as I tugged his shirt up over his head and threw it somewhere in our room. He smiled and tugged the rest of his clothes off tossing somewhere in the room. "Mon amour me prendre s'il vous plaît." I muttered as the French flew out of my mouth. "I have no clue what you just said to me but whatever it was its very sexy." He cooed kissing down my neck. "Nigel mon amour s'il vous plaît, me faire l'amour." I whined arching my body up against his. "Maldew I don't understand what you're saying." He moaned against my skin as he moved lower on my body. He coated my chest with soft kisses before latching on to one of my nipples. "Je t'aime." I moaned kissing his neck. "Maldew please talk to me in English already!" He shivered. I smiled and tilted his head towards mine. "My love, take me please. I love you. Nigel my love please, make love to me." I whispered in his ear. His eyes widened as I said those words to him. "How long have you wanted this Maldew?" He sighed sitting up. "It's been 50 years Nigel and we haven't done it." I sighed pulling myself into a curled sitting position. "I-I know, and I'm sorry, I didn't know how to start. It's different once you're married. Sex can't be the same like back then." He sighed shaking his head. "Your right it's not sex anymore it's the feeling of loving someone so deeply you show it by physical means." I whispered as I moved to lie back down. "I love you my little Isle." He whispered against my skin as he pressed his lips onto my shoulder. "This is what you want?" "Nigel I want you to want me again. I've felt as if you were no longer physically attracted to me anymore." "Never think I'm not attracted to you ever. God what the hell would I do without you? You're the only person in the world that makes me happy." He snarled before pressing a bruising kiss to my lips. He slid off the bed and walked over to our dresser, were I had hid the oil we've used each time we ever had sex. Yet tonight it would be different. Tonight it wasn't just to pleasure ourselves; no it's to show your partner that you truly care about them and that you love them so deeply you'd do anything to make them happy. He smiled softly as he walked back to me the vial in his hands. "This has been long overdue." He hummed as he opened the vial. "I've missed you Nigel." I whined watching him coat his fingers fully with the oil. "I know love I've missed you so much too." He muttered rubbing his finger softly around my opening. One by one his shoved his fingers inside, stretching my walls for the first time in 50 long years. I moaned as he hit that small bump inside me that made me crazy. I bucked as he kept hitting it making my body jolt in delight. "Nigel please, take me already!" I panted shoving myself harder on his fingers. "If that is what you wish." He whispered pulling his fingers and started to coat his groin with oil. He was really slow as he pushed into me. Every inch slid into me without a problem, only to make me arch and whine once it was fully inside of me. "Still like that day." He moaned tugging himself out slowly before ramming back in. "I'll always be the same no matter how many times you take me I'll never change." I panted as I wrapped my legs and arms around him. He slammed mercifully against my prostate over and over as he pumped my groin along with his thrust. I was getting closer to the edge of release, but regretted that it had been only a short period of time. He thrust in even harder. With his finally thrust both of us came, at the same time. "That's the best you got?" I groaned as I felt him slowly slip out of me. "No I can do better but can you handle me?" He snarled, kissing my neck. "I can handle anything you throw at me." I panted. He snickered, flipping me over on my stomach and lifted my hips in the air. "Don't blame me when you start to cry." He snarled shoving himself into me harshly.
It was late in the night when we both fell to the bed completely and utterly spent. My hips were throbbing in pain so was my anus. "How was I tonight?" He muttered rolling me into his chest lightly. "The best you've ever been with me. Though you might be carrying me all day tomorrow because I don't think I'll be walking anytime soon." I sighed as I curled into him. "To bad tomorrow we have a meeting." He sighed brushing his fingers lightly through my hair. "Meeting for what?" I mumbled. "The World Meeting is tomorrow." He muttered, and then suddenly realized what he just did to me would make the pair of us look like sex fiends when he has to carry me into the meeting room. "Shit." He snarled then pressed his face into my hair. "You're telling me." I grumbled as I slipped into a painful but content sleep.