We wake up together, our hair a mess. My puddle of drool lies adjacent to my able, which startled me. I don't even know why it does, though. I just can't make any sense of it. But, it frightened me. I'm such a baby.
I sigh, and rub my eyes. I turn over to him, and smile. "Good morning, love." I say, and blush. But then, my blush fades as I remember how they're taking me from him in three days. Then, I look into his eyes. "I'm really going to miss you." I tell him, and pout.
He wraps his arms tightly around me and pats my back. "I promise, I will write to you every day." he said, with that perfect voice of his. His warmth defeated my heartache easily, and brought a bright smile upon my face. "I love you, so much." he told me.
And then, I begin doing something I haven't done in a while. Tears of joy spill from my eyes, and my face coils up in this really unattractive position, I'm sure of it. Then, I wipe them away, and the face fades away, too. Great.
He releases me and looks at me. "What's the matter, love?" he asks, completely oblivious.
I chuckle, and cough into my hand. "Oh, nothing." I say, grin, and kiss his cheek. I slowly sit up and yawn, stretching my arms out to what seems like an infinitely long distance. Then, I rest them and turn to him, who was also sitting up at this point.
"Alright, then. Well, what would you like to do today?" he asked me, curious to whatever I could think of at the moment.
"Uhm.." I say, lost for ideas, and look around the room for an idea.
Look at him. something inside me tells me, quietly.
I think I'm crazy for listening to it, but I do as it tells me, and examine the fire bender sitting across from me, with his near-bare legs tucked under the covers of our bed. His perfectly chiseled body reflects the light coming in from a window ever so beautifully, and I feel that hungry feeling in my stomach I know I'm never supposed to tell him about.
But, wait. My 18th birthday was two months ago. I'm legally an adult now. So, I look him in the eyes and bite my lip. "You're leaving in three days. This is probably our last chance to... you know." I say, nervously. "I'm up for it." I told him, and attempted to sound confident, but my voice, unfortunately, cracks in the middle of my sentence. Great.
He laughed. "You can't be serious?" he asked. "You know you're just a-"
For the first time ever, I'm brave enough to interrupt him. "My 18th birthday was two months ago." I tell him, and put a finger over his lips. "Please?" I ask him.
His eyes go wide, as he realizes the major point I have. Then he chuckles. "I'm up for it, I guess, if you are." he said, with his usual brave and confident voice.
That's what I love about him. He's willing to do anything I ask him, if I'm willing enough to.
It takes a lot out of me, for some odd reason, but I say it. "I'm ready." And I pull the covers back over us, and climb on top of him.
He blushes, seeing how confident I, a virgin, suddenly am.
Perfect. I have the upper hand here. He doesn't know what I plan on doing next at all.
I lock my lips with his and close my eyes. My hands grip tightly onto his chest as my tongue slithers its way into his warm, delicious mouth.
"Mmmn.." I hear escape his lips.
I smile devilishly and add a little more tongue into the kiss. I'm careful not to make it too slobbery, because I don't want to turn him off.
I feel the heat emit from his face, and I know he's blushing. I must be doing this really well, then. Isn't that just great?
He breaks up the kiss and gets his arms on my back. He slowly slides them down against the creases in my back until they reach my boxers. I give him a sexy smile, and then he slides his hand inside.
"Why are your hands always so warm?" I ask, and chuckle. "Now that it's a bad thing. Just curious." I ask him.
He laughs. "I have no clue, really. Perhaps it has something to do with being a member of the Royal Fire Nation family?" he suggests, and shrugs.
"Sure, let's go with that and drop the subject for now. You just.. keep working your magic with your hands." I tell him and sit up, blushing.
He smirks, and then squeezes my posterior, which really sparks me. I jerk up, a bit startled, and then laugh at myself. "Sorry, continue. I promise I won't be such a baby anymore." I say, embarrassed, and blush.
"No, no. It's fine, love. I like it when you're.. yourself." he says, after fumbling over a better word.
I chuckle, and then lie down softly on top of him. "Continue.." I beg him, and hide my head inside his neck. I find a spot to nip at as he does all these wondrous things. I'm more excited than I've ever been, really. I moan and throw my head back in pleasure, and then nip at a different spot.
He moves his head around to give me more room to "play." Then, he sits up and spread his legs so he can have an even greater advantage.
I know he's topping me today when I feel his hands get closer and closer to my chasm. That's when I get nervous, because I don't want him to feel disgusted as he penetrates me.. I need to do something to clean it.
"I need to clean.." I tell him and look him in the eyes.
He chuckles. "I'll take care of that. You just relax for now, love." he says, and reaches over and grabs something from a drawer. Its shape isn't that well defined, but I can't even make out what it is before he goes and gets it underneath me.
But I gather what I already know about it, and how he inserts it easily inside of me, making sure not to harm me, and the water that sprouts from it, and draw the conclusion that he is cleaning me before we start. Thank spirits, or else this could have gone horribly wrong.
"Oh spirits that feels nice.." I breathe, and all my muscles practically collapse. I look up, and realize he's changed positions, and now he's giving me a massage. "Now that.. really feels nice. A little lower, please.." I beg of him, breathing quite audibly.
"I'm not done just yet, my dear. Let me finish.." he says, and relaxes all the muscles in my back for me. I take a deep breath and hide my face inside a pillow as he works his magic down below, for about five minutes. It felt so perfect, and it's going to feel even better later on.
"Are you ready for more, love?" he asked, with a really seductive tone to his voice.
My heart races and I struggle for words. "Yes. Yes. Oh, please, yes." I say, but I probably sound like a slut. Oh well. I'm his slut, and that's good. I think.
He pulls my underwear down, and for the first time, he sees me completely nude. It feels a little embarrassing, but he's my fiancé, so I know I shouldn't feel so weird about it.
He blushes when he sees me, too. "Wow, the first time we're actually seeing each other. I think it'd be a good idea to undress, too. Don't you think?" he asked, with a chuckle.
"Yes, please.." is all I can say, with a beggy tone to my voice. But I guess it still sounds cute, because he laughs, and then slides down his boxers.