I open my eyes lightly and see the perfect morning sky. Skies so blue the ocean Atlantic would be jealous. Not a cloud in the sky. My opened window lets in a lazy breeze, sweeping through the room and placing its wispy arms on my face like cool hands after a long heat wave. Immediately soothing.

I can feel his slow, rhythmic breath on my neck. His soft body, somewhat firm, spooned against my body. Calloused yet warm hands, settling against the skin on my stomach. Keeping me firmly planted against him. It all comes flooding back, the slight slickness of our bodies, sliding against each other, rocking, pacing, pulsing. The soft carnal moans I can feelhim pant in my ear, whispering my name like a secret, one that he has just found. The way our bodies fit so well against each other, filling, touching, grasping, any place we can reach. I can still feel his touches and caresses, handing me aggressively yet protective and careful. The feel of his lips on my neck, my chest, my cheeks. The way his back feels warm and soft as I ran my hands down them, the intense burning that ran in-between my thighs, awakening every inch of my body. The way our bodies stretch, reaching any crevice yet to be filled. And such bliss when our bodies contract. Giving in and surrendering in no way that makes us weak, except from our torturous pursuits.

It's all so clear in my mind. Embedded forever. Will has shown me such tenderness and passion to keep me satisfied for centuries to come.

My smile is content and peaceful, amazed at how an aching body can feel so right, so complete. I breathe in the October air, a smell so natural with succumbing leaves, making the morning peaceful. At ease. Will stirs, inhaling sharply and exhaling slowly, stretching out his leg muscles, awakening his body, greeting the day.

I turn over slightly and glance to him. He meets my eye contact and leans down, kissing me sweetly. Out lips make a small smacking noise from the suction. He smiles lightly and I smile back. Watching those blue eyes, noticing the flecks of brown.

He moves himself between my legs and rests his head sideways high upon my chest, I can feel his cool breath on my skin, ticking slightly. I run my fingers through his hair in a soothing motion, feeling his soft locks brush over my fingers. He turns his head and rests his chin, looking me in the eyes.

"I meant what I said before." he states, his voice a little husky from sleep.

"About what?" I ask, tracing the curve of his lips.

He stops my hand, turns it over and kisses my palm. He looks at me once more.

"About loving you."

I put one hand through his hair and one on his back and kiss him tenderly, slowly, but passionately. I pull back and place my forehead against his own.

"I love you too."

No matter who you tell, no matter what age, you will always hear that you are too young to know love. So you have to make it, and truly know in your heart that what you have is pure. And if you don't, then maybe the world is right, but it's not up to the world to decide.

I flip us over and place both hands above his head.

"You have my heart Will Stronghold." I smile up at him, he grins widely down on me "And I'm trusting that you won't break it."

He brings his hands over and behind my head, craning me up to him and kissing me deeply and longingly.

"I won't." He whispers, after we break the kiss, our faces staying close.

I place my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes, and kissing his neck gently once. My eyelids grow heavy and I feel him run his hands up and down my back, lulling me into a dreamless sleep.

You might say that's he's all I have, really. You'd probably be right, and while I don't know if he's all I need, I know he'll be there. As a friend, a lover, a mentor. I can't tell how long this will last, whether or not we will drift. But I know it's a love that's changed my life, even though it's barely started. Sort of like, defining who I am. Will will always be half of me, who I am, and what I represent. Even if we grow apart in the years to come, your first true love is always the person that makes who you are, changes something about you. Because they've taken any clueless idea that you had about love before, and made them into something that is the sole product of you two together. It could be bad or good, but it's always life changing.

Some might argue that I'm only a high school sophomore, and that I'm too young to give myself to someone, or know what love is. But I'm 16 years old, and I've already been exposed to most things that people see in a lifetime.

But then again, it's not really up to you to decide, is it?

When I awake, it's near 5 in the evening and the day is mixing putting away its paint set, putting those reds, blues, pinks, and yellows down the drain, mixing and stretching across the sky. My lovers arms are wrapped around me, and I've held him close to me, wrapping my arm around his stomach and behind his back. I lift my face to meet his and notice he's still sleeping. How we've slept away most of the day. How it's Saturday night and that Will's parents are probably worried sick he's not home. That he's been gone one night, nearly two.

I run my thumb over his cheek, and say his name "Will."

He inhales sharply and opens his eyes slowly, letting a slow, lazy, grin emerge. Infectious, so I can't help but smile too.

"I hate to say it, but you have to go home, you're parents are probably searching the world for you, you'll get in so much trouble."

In my head this is what I say, in reality I only get as far 'parents', because he's pushed me over back on the bed and kissed me fiercely, laughing and mumbling an 'I don't care' and all of a sudden I've forgotten that it's Saturday, that he has to leave, probably forgotten my own name. Just allowing myself to feel, and appreciate, and love, all that's in my arms, all that's kissing me, touching me.

Loving Will is like allowing myself to eat candy, it's a little bad for you, but so sweet and addicting, so good that I just can't see the bad side of it all. The only thing about that is that there really is no bad side to loving Will. He makes me a better person, a complete person.

And while we make love for the second time this weekend, all I know is that this is where I love him most. With me in every possible way, mentally, physically, verbally. I don't even know if there is a way to be with someone verbally, but I guess with love, with Will, anything is possible. And so I suppose that that existence does not need to be exposed, losing myself could only be found in him.

The End.

A/N: Yay, I'm done. Reviews would be nice, I could do a following epilogue if anyone wanted one bad enough, although, a reason for an epilogue if you want one that badly will be required : )

I'm going to be posting another VERY angsty Layla/Will story soon.