Somehow, I manage to fall asleep for a few hours. Maybe it's because of my new Plan, or the heat of Blaine's body up against mine. All I know is, one moment, I'm curled up on my side, pretending not to cry, and the next, there's a whisper in my ear as rough hands glide across my arm. "Amayaaaa."

It's sad how I already recognize that voice. The cold malice mixed with a sort of pleading. I turn toward Blaine, his hard-on pressing against my hip as I do. The friction between my thighs is still sticky. I open my mouth to answer- contemptuously, now that I've grown a pair- but his mouth covers mine before I get a word out. I remind myself of The Plan, that I need Blaine to believe I'm with him, and then I force myself to sigh into the kiss as I return it. Blaine pulls away shortly. "Did you have a good nap?" he inquires sweetly, gently into my ear. It almost hurts, the level of tenderness with which he treats me. It would make it so much easier to paint him the evil villain, so much easier to fight him. But whenever I want to do this, he humanizes himeslf.

"Yes, I slept well..." My voice trails off until I realize, in the silence that follows, how the morning-after conversation is supposed to go. "How could I not? You?"

I feel Blaine smile against my ear and tighten his arms around me. He seems to become even more firm against my hip, if that's even possible. "Oh, I never was easily satisfied," he tells me as if I don't already know, and his voice is so low and scratchy that I feel a little heat pool between my legs. I take in a shuddering breath, and know that it's time to put The Plan into action. You'd think that after spending all night with him, I'd be a slightly less terrified. No, he still makes my heart beat a little bit faster, and not in the good way. I turn to face Blaine, and those brilliant storm eyes freeze me. In the dawning light, the room seems to be made of muted colors instead of just shadows. I can see his adoring expression. And I hate it. "Touch me, please," I say, but I'm not even sure whether it's a demand or a request. Blaine doesn't mind either way. He kisses me, hard, presses me into the bed and angles his body over mine. I'm reminded that we're both very naked, my comforter providing the only barrier between us. He must have covered me up a bit while I slept. The little fucker. We continue to kiss, Blaine's tongue sliding in and out now- once in a while doing this sucking action that is insane- and his hands struggle to find my body amidst all of the blankets. His solution is to rip it away, leaving me cold, bare, exposed. But then he covers me with his body, murmuring those saccharine expressions into my ear again. Amaya I love you so much. You're so beautiful. So perfect. God, I want you forever. And expressing appreciation through groaning is all I can do to keep up with him at times. We take a breathing break when he inhales the scent of my neck and proceeds to suck on it, rolling my nipple between his fingers simultaneously. My hips jerk toward his automatically, and Blaine whispers my name, encouragement. "Amaya, yessss. Just like that, sweetheart. I want it."

For once, I think I know what 'it' Blaine's talking about. I spread my legs and use the heels of my feet to drag him closer. We press together and I grind against him. The feel of his hard... cock- all of the heat, the hardness, the hairiness, and the sweet, sweet pleasure- is almost overwhelming. Blaine freezes, and so do I. He makes the sound of a dying animal in the back of his throat and then drops my legs. I hadn't realized he'd began clutching at my thighs when I wrapped my legs around him. I grind into him again. He gasps and sputters, gravely serious. "A-A-Amaya, you keep doing that and I'm not going to last very- Oh, God!" Blaine's lips are parted in pleasure with my last thrust, and he tries to move back but for my heels locked around him. He grins. "Alright, then. Your way."

Blaine shifts us so that we're halfway sitting up, with me on top, and pulls us close together. Our foreheads touch, and our breathing intermingles. "Do it," he invites me.

I do. Locking my arms around his neck, I straddle his lap and push our pelvises together. Just with that action, Blaine groans. It must be hard for him, to sit there and not grab my hips and impale me right there. Because he could easily, uh, penetrate at this angle. Instead, he allows me to press us close, and to grind this sweet spot against the flat of his shaft until the pleasure of it rocks my body and I bite his lip. Hard. He does this mix of a chuckle and a groan, and I'm sure this act doesn't do nearly as much for him as it does for me. But of course Blaine had an ulterior motive. Now the apex of my thighs is all wet. Not moist. Wet.

Without resting at all, Blaine lays me down on the bed, spreads my legs wide, and lowers himself between them. I look down, and he seems to have grown so big that it's inhuman. "Amaya, look at me," he says. "Look me in the eye." I do.

And in the most steady, stable voice I've ever heard him speak in, he says: "I am going to make love to you now, Amaya."

And he makes me gaze into his grey eyes while he pushes inside of me. And while he stretches past my virginity. And until he is buried fully inside of me. It hurts like hell, but Blaine is the one who whimpers like a man under torture while he holds himself still there. His head lowers and his lips consume me, temporarily relieving the pain. Then he begins to move again. It hurts so bad, tears me up inside that I tense my legs hard enough to trap Blaine there. "Amaya, you have to let me move," he says. And his tone is so understanding, so tender that I let him. Of course there's also The Plan. Can't forget that.

Blaine takes this deep breath, as if sex- I can't even bring myself to call it rape anymore- with me is an Olympic event and now he's really about to start. He pulls out at this excruciatingly slow rate, almost all the way, and then he slides it back inside, releasing that gasp he took. He repeats this process again. And then again, each time, staring me down. And on the fifth push, it really doesn't hurt anymore. I wait for the twinge of pain as Blaine fills me up. It doesn't come. Instead there's just this feeling of being pleasantly whole. And because Blaine's been pinning me to the bed with just his eyes, he notices. Once more, there's the little whimper in the back of his throat that I've come to associate with his extreme pleasure. He places his hands on the bed, above my shoulders, planting them there firmly, careful not to lean all of his weight on me. Then he leans down and kisses me. And the next time he slides out, he doesn't ease back in; he shoves. That's when pleasure rockets through my body, causing me to gasp and tremble. "Are you all right?" Blaine breathes.

I can only nod furiously in reply as he plunges back into my body. Because the truth is, I hadn't expected this to be so... mindblowing. That I wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence. That I couldn't even remember what The Plan was. There is just me and Blaine, bringing me all of this pleasure, and still his stare burns into me. Soon, it isn't one-sided. Soon, I'm pushing my hips closer to Blaine, opening my legs wider for him, squeezing these new-found muscles around his hard shaft, and all of it makes him quite giddy, I believe. He breaks eye contact only to kiss me and mumble how much he loves me against my lips, never slowing. This goes a long way towards the almost unbearable pleasure building somewhere around my stomach and between my legs, and my body feels like it's fluttering as it flies. I drag my teeth over Blaine's lips in a wordless plea for more. He actually has the nerve to slow the friction between us. "Tell me what you want," he commands.

"I... I want..." I don't know how to articulate it. I begin to get frustrated, and Blaine chuckles because he knows why.

"What is it?"

I want to smack the smirk off of his face. But instead, "I want-need- to get there, Blaine. Please!" I grip at his sweat-glazed body. My nails slide across slick skin and he groans deeply.

"Okay," he breathes, gasps, really. "Tell me you love me- and don't stop."

It takes me many attempts to actually get the full sentence out as Blaine slams harder and harder into me, hitting this one spot that is euphoric. I just know that there's my wet pussy clenching tight around him as he delves deep into me. And his grunts blow across my face as his balls slam into my crotch. And this heat is about to kill me. Oh God, it's so good. But when I do manage it- the sentence, that is- Blaine growls, literally growls, and bites me. That little bit of pain sent me flying over a ledge I had no idea was there. Everything in my body spasms, convulses, constricts, and I am sent somewhere else entirely. The most extreme pleasure rivets my body thoroughly. When I come back down from Heaven, I realize that I never executed The Plan, firstly. And secondly, Blaine, is kissing me, holding me, and crying. Crying. He alternates between telling me: I love you so much, and Thank you so much. It's then that I realize maybe an eternity with Blaine wouldn't be so bad. I kiss him and tell him I love him.