A/N: Firstly let me say this is my first time writing any form of sex in a fic... so I hope it's okay. Also, the end is near. I have one more chapter planned for this fic. I can't believe it's almost finished. Depending on how sentimental I get about it, I should have it up by the end of the week. Enjoy.
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The last night of the Carnival was always the most spectacular. Fireworks exploded against the night sky, briefly illuminating the fields below. Laura stared up at the night sky, her head resting against Bill's shoulder as they lay together. "It's pretty," She whispered, as millions of silver lights fell from the sky followed by a crackling sound. "It's funny how you see the fireworks before you hear them."
"It's good if you can determine what sound it's going to make," Bill mused, his arm tightening around her. "Particularly when it's going to be a loud one and you can cover your ears in time."
Laura smiled, her fingers drawing circles against his chest. A thought occurred to her and she slowly sat up, turning to face him. "We pack up and leave tomorrow," She said slowly, looking down at her hands. "And I've really had fun this week… with you."
"I've had fun with you too," He pulled himself up, facing her in the darkness. The light from the fireworks danced in her eyes, drawing him closer. "Does it have to end?" He whispered, his hand finding hers on the blanket.
"I'm heading back to the city," She told him sadly. "And you're probably going to be on a ship somewhere."
"I don't want to leave you," He brushed his fingers through her hair, drawing her in to a soft kiss. "Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Just trust me, and close your eyes." Bill laughed, waiting for her to comply. He unbuttoned his pocket and pulled out his gift to her, a silver charm bracelet. Gently he fastened it to her wrist, placing a kiss against her hand. "Open your eyes."
She slowly opened her eyes, a smile forming on her lips, and she glanced down at her wrist. The bracelet hung loosely to her wrist, and she slowly spun it around to look at each charm. "It's so beautiful," She whispered. "I love it." She kissed him quickly, before sitting back to admire it again.
"The charms I went searching for yesterday afternoon," He told her, watching as she took in every detail. "I wanted it to be perfect."
"It is, it's divine," She told him sincerely. "Will you tell me about the charms, or do I have to guess?"
He laughed and took her hand in his, running his finger along the bracelet. A silver star dangled just off her wrist, and he moved it slightly. "The star symbolises that trip I'm going to take you on when I'm Admiral of the fleet," He glanced up at her and grinned. "The wheel is as close as I could get to a Ferris Wheel, for something to go with the Carnival."
"It's a good one," She assured him.
"The book is because when I first saw you, you were reading. Although the angel also has to do with when I first saw you…"
"Because I was lying in a field," Laura raised an eyebrow. "So you assumed I dropped from heaven?"
"Something like that," He admitted bashfully. "And the heart is because I love you."
She froze as the words hit her, staring down at the tiny silver heart. Her own heart stopped and she glanced up with a smile. "You love me?" She asked slowly, in an attempt to confirm something she wasn't entirely sure she heard correctly.
"I love you Laura," He repeated with a nod of his head.
"I love you too," She grinned leaning forward to kiss him. Her soft kiss began to deepen, and with ease she pulled him back down onto the blanket. There was a feeling, like fire burning, in the pit of her stomach, and she snaked her arms around his neck. She wanted to be closer to him, as close as humanly possible.
He pulled back from the kiss, staring down into her eyes. "We don't have to do this," He told her softly, searching her eyes for any hint of doubt.
"I want to do this," She assured him, resting a hand against his cheek. "But I hope you know how this works, because I've never done it before." A blush crept up her neck, although it was no time to get embarrassed.
"We'll just have to wing it," He admitted.
"This could turn out very wrong," She giggled, realising she wasn't the only one who was making a big decision. "But I'm willing to give it a go."
"Everyone's got to start somewhere," He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her neck.
"I'm glad it's with you," She whispered against his ear, arching her back as his teeth grazed a sensitive spot on her neck.
They worked slowly, comfortably, as they began to explore each other. Learning what made the other shiver or moan. Every touch, every kiss, was a new experience to be savoured. They were testing the waters, slowly but surely, their chances of backing out beginning to drift into oblivion. Her fingers glided down his shirt, undoing the buttons as she went. She ran her hands up his torso, feeling his skin beneath hers, and relishing the moment.
"You're so beautiful," He breathed, gently sliding her dress off her shoulders. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, leading to the soft curve of her breast.
A mischievous smile played on her lips as she felt his hands slid back up her arms. "I'm becoming more exposed than you," She shrugged her shoulder as he moved to touch her bra strap. "I think something needs to be done about that."
"What do you suggest?" He raised an eyebrow, although quickly caught her drift as her fingers danced along the waist of his jeans.
"All the way," She whispered, bringing his lips back up to meet hers.
He slowly pulled away from her, sitting back on his heels. She moved with him and slid her dress down over her hips as they knelt together. He pulled her forward, and she was willingly led. Her hands undid his pants as his ran up her back. They met in a kiss full of painful desire, and gone was their chance to rethink their situation. Clothing pooled at their knees. Her skirt with his shirt, her bra and his pants, all mixed together. He continued to kiss her, wanting to mark every inch of her skin as his own. Claiming her with every kiss. They moved together, back to the blanket, his hand skimming along her thigh as she wrapped her legs around him. She cried out as he entered her, causing him to stop.
They both held still and she closed her eyes tight.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly, not daring to move.
"I don't know," She breathed. "It kind of hurts, but… in a good way, if that makes any sense."
"We can…"
"No we can't," She kissed him, silencing any concerns he had. "Don't stop."
Cautiously he moved, watching her reaction. She arched against him, drawing him deeper as her body adjusted to the change. As he thrust harder she dug her nails into his back. He captured her mouth, slowing their movement as he relished her taste. But she needed more, and she ground her pelvis against him eliciting a guttural moan. She smiled against his mouth as she repeated the movement and he thrust into her hard. They cried out to the Gods, their voices lost to the sounds of the fireworks above them. It didn't matter.
They were the only two people in the world.
He stared down at her and she smiled up at him, fireworks reflecting in her eyes.
tbc...
