December 1st, 2019

It was a blissful Sunday afternoon. Stephen had taken the day off from the sanctum (although he was still magically monitoring it for emergencies) and took the opportunity to not only spend the day with June, but reflect on the council's recent proposition.

This won't be the end of it… he thought. There was no way the council was going to take "no" for an answer – they believed he was chosen by the Vishanti for the role! The thought baffled him, because June was the Vishanti's chosen, not him. His brow furrowed as he found himself unable to focus on the tv.

He was lounging on the couch, with June laying on him, as they watched some sitcom about the 70's. June would occasionally laugh, pulling Stephen out of his thoughts. He idly stroked her hair, causing her to look up at him. June frowned when she was his expression.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "The sorcerer supreme thing again?"

"Yeah." Stephen sighed with a nod. The notion of becoming sorcerer supreme ate away at his stomach and filled him with fear – the thought of being responsible for the protection of an entire dimension was enough to make him sick. All those people who would rely on him, how he would have to handle every major magical situation like a leader, all the responsibility that comes with leading the Order… the job wasn't for him.

June broke his train of thought by leaning up and kissing him gently. Stephen closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. This is what mattered, here and now. I can't let what-ifs sour my time with June, he decided. June broke the kiss and smiled at him. He smiled back and gently ran a ran though her hair, which was let down and uncontained.

There was a question he'd been meaning to ask her, but the moment didn't seem right. It was a sensitive question, to say the least, and Stephen wondered if June would react negatively to it. But there's no time for fear, Stephen coached himself. Just ask her already!

"Hey… would you want to spend the night here, tonight?" Stephen asked, his voice betraying his nervousness. June looked up at Stephen, and his heart caught in his throat. Oh no-

"I thought you'd never ask." June purred, and Stephen let out a mental sigh of relief. He blushed a bit and grinned at her, and she smiled back. "So, you want me to spend tonight here?" She asked.

"I'd love that." Stephen said, wrapping his arms around June and embracing her tightly. He pressed his lips against her forehead, making June giggle and blush. God, I love it when she does that, he thought as he watched her, his heart beating a bit faster.

This is what life is about, he concluded. Moments like this.

…

If June said she wasn't nervous, she would have been a liar. She stood in Stephen's bathroom, examining herself in the mirror. Her tight tank top and pair of shorts left little to the imagination, showing off her shoulder and smooth legs. I guess that's the point, June thought. She sat down on the toilet and ran her hands up and down her legs gently, checking her shave. Feels good.

June took a deep breath and stoop up, steadying herself. Don't be a coward, she thought. You're just rusty. It had been a while since June had coupled anyone – over two years. She hoped that the emotional relationship between her and Stephen would help him overlook her lack of experience. Her mind wandered, and a question appeared: when was the last time Stephen got laid? He was a handsome, popular guy, she was sure that he had pussy at his beck and call. She frowned at the thought of Stephen with another woman, her face turning a bit red.

Don't be like that, she coached herself. She inhaled deeply and let go of her jealousy, exhaling it with her breath. Stephen was hers, and hers alone. The past didn't matter, only the present and future. She made her way towards the door and opened it, exiting the bathroom, and headed towards Stephen's bedroom.

She paused when she got towards the closed door, and stared down the dark wood. Her heart felt like it was hammering in her chest. Courage, she reminded herself. It's just Stephen, there's nothing to be ashamed of. She reached out and turned the door knob slowly, and the door swung open with silent care.

Stephen was in the room, smoothing out the sheets on the made bed. A candle on the nightstand was lit, filling the air with the aroma of whatever a "Midsummer's Night" smelled like. He was shirtless, in just a pair of loose basketball shorts. A song danced from him, as he hummed a tune. It only took a second for him to look up and notice that June had entered the room, and he couldn't keep the soft smile from his thin lips.

"You look beautiful." He almost whispered as June approached him. The look in his eyes was sincere – he really meant it. In that moment, all of June's worries vanished.

Stephen would never judge me, she thought. There was no reason to be afraid of how she looked or acted, deep down, she knew Stephen would still love and enjoy her regardless.

"Thanks." June breathed. "You look… totally hot, if I'm being honest." She said, making Stephen give off a small chuckle. She loved the visage of his muscular chest and arms. What a rockin' bod, she thought as a small blush colored her cheeks. She couldn't believe that this body was about to be so close to hers, that she was about to fully experience it.

Stephen stepped towards June, pulling her out of her thoughts. He gently embraced her, and placed a tender, loving kiss on her lips. June's lips conformed to Stephen's rougher ones, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. That's what she loved the most about Stephen's kisses, she could always feel the raw emotion behind them. The love, the lust, the caring. It was all laid bare for her.

"I just want you to know… tonight isn't about the sex." Stephen started after breaking the kiss. "This night is about us, and about how much I love you." His hand gently caressed June's cheek, and he stared into her eyes as he spoke. "I just… love you so much." He breathed.

"I love you too." June sighed as she leaned up and kissed him again, this time with a slow, deliberate passion behind it. Stephen parted his lips slightly, and June allowed him access. Their tongues swirled and danced, trapped in a ferocious and lovely tango. After a few moments, the kiss broke, leaving June and Stephen short of breath.

"So, um, shall we?" He asked motioning to the bed. June glanced at it, then passed him a quick nod.

"Can I make a quick confession?" June asked. "I'm… very rusty at this." She admitted with a blush, looking down at the floor. Stephen stared at her and blinked for a second, before laughing.

"So am I!" He chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I haven't been laid in 3 years." Stephen passed June a reassuring grin. "Not exactly my greatest accomplishment."

"That makes me feel so much better!" June said with a small laugh. She hugged Stephen quickly and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "At least I know you were saving yourself for me." She teased him, making Stephen roll his eyes.

"There is something else we need to talk about though…" Stephen said as he looked down at his trembling hands. He sighed and frowned at the sight of them. "I can't… do things that other men can. If you don't want me because of that, I understand." Part of Stephen hated himself for his hands. He couldn't pleasure June like she deserved, couldn't feel her soft skin like a normal person… "Fuck these useless things." He snarled, looking down at the floor.

June rested her hands on his chest. "Stephen, that doesn't matter at all to me. I don't want anybody else but you, hands and all." She reassured him. Stephen looked up at her, his blue holding depths of sadness, but also love and hope.

"You really mean that?" He asked, resting his hands on her hips and pulling her close, into his chest. June nodded.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. I love you, Stephen, and all that entails." She explained. Stephen leaned down and kissed her fiercely, with a wild love and hunger that was rarely allowed to surface. It was rough and needy, with a message a plain as day: mine. He broke the kiss with a gentle shove, making June land on the freshly made bed and inciting a small gasp out of her. He crawled into bed after her, choosing to lay down next to her instead of on top of her.

Without a word, June pulled at the straps of her tank top, pulling it down slowly, teasingly, to reveal her supple breasts. She blushed, and so did Stephen as he took in the view. Without a word, he reached out and gently slid his hands over one, feeling the mound with his damaged hands. There were spots on his hands that he had no feeling in, and some spots he felt too much – the sensation of skin on skin almost burned him. He hated his hands, and himself.

But he didn't want his own self-loathing to sour the moment. June shimmied the shirt down over her hips, and after it was clear of her legs, she casually threw it on the floor. Stephen blinked as one of her hands wandered over to his groin, gently stroking his hardened length that was barely contained within his shorts.

"Damn." She breathed. "You're big." Stephen grinned mischievously and chuckled at her comment

"To be fair, you've given me a lot to work with." He said with a slight purr, as he continued to gently knead her breasts with one hand, switching between them.

June took a hand and hooked a finger underneath the waistband of his shorts, and tugged on it. They didn't move, since he was laying on his side. To oblige, Stephen lifted his hips and pulled down his shorts, letting his erection spring free from its confines.

June's eyes widened at the sight – Stephen was hung. The thought delighted and terrified her. I'm going to have to take all of that?! Worried thoughts raced through her head, but she cleared them with a shake.

At the sight of her obvious shock and astonishment, Stephen couldn't hold back his cheeky grin. Yeeeaaahhh, he thought smugly, finding his ego stroked to massive sizes. He reached up and began to tug at June's shorts, signaling for her to take them off. With a raise of her hips, June obliged and shimmied out of her pink shorts, leaving her body completely nude.

She was expertly groomed, and her body was flawless. Smooth, tanned skin framed wide, curvaceous hips, which lead to shapely thighs. Stephen couldn't stop himself from exploring her newly exposed body, he ran his trembling hand over the soft skin. June let out a small chuckle at Stephen's obvious delight.

His needs couldn't be ignored any longer. His member was hot and tingled with every touch of fabric and June's hands, and it was demanding to be tended to. Stephen got off the bed with a groan and made his way to his nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant – a purchase he made shortly after June kissed him for the first time.

"Well, are you ready?" He asked. If he wasn't a master at false bravado, his voice would have shaken. He wanted to be suave and sexy for June, to seduce her and give her the best sex she'd ever had in her life, but his lack of recent practice left him doubtful of his abilities. How long will I even last…? The thought worried him, but he couldn't let the fear of underperforming hold him back.

June nodded and sat up in the bed, crossing her legs and arching her back. Stephen approached her and handed her the lube. Using a bit of magic, Stephen tore open the box of condoms and pulled out one, repeating the same spell to get it out of its wrapper. Stephen went down to roll the condom on, but his trembling hands made it nearly impossible to get it started.

"Fuck…" He breathed in frustration.

"Here, love. Let me." June purred as she leaned forward and began to gently unroll it down his shaft. She squeezed the air bubbles out of it, exciting a soft groan of pleasure from Stephen. June chuckled and looked up at his flushed face. "You like that?" She teased with a wink.

"Yeah." Stephen breathed with a smile. Now that he was taken care of, June turned her attention to herself. She opened the fresh bottle of lube, and applied some of the cool jelly onto her hand. She applied the gel to her warm sex with a shiver and a gentle sigh, and she began to gently massage herself. She teased her opening before sliding a finger in ensure proper lubrication. The sensation was like hot lightning, and June found herself pumping and wiggling her finger inside of herself, eliciting soft sighs and mewls from her.

Stephen watched the display with raised brows, a smug grin, and a twitching cock. Seeing June play with herself was undeniably hot, and when she inserted a second finger and began to pump for vigorously, Stephen could feel his own erection begging for attention. It was heavy and throbbed, demanding June's touch.

Panting, June removed her fingers from herself with a purr. "Alright, let's dance." She said with a that sexy smirk that drove Stephen wild. "How are we going to do this?"

"Edge of the bed, I've got to be standing." Stephen explained. June nodded and sat the at edge, leaning back and aligning her hips so they barely went over the boundary of the bed. Watching her display herself made Stephen even more riled up – he was surprised that it was even possible at this point – and he quickly took position behind her, lining himself up with her opening.

"I'm ready." June breathed as she pulled her hair out of her ponytail, letting it flow and cascade on the bed above her. Stephen gently pressed his tip against her opening, and with a gentle push, slid inside. June gasped, and Stephen bit his lip.

She's tight, almost too tight, he thought as the length of his cock was immediately choked by her walls. She was hot and wet, and Stephen slid in deeper, stretching her slowly. He fully buried himself, and June let out a small whine.

"Don't move." She said. They stood there for a few seconds, as June adjusted to Stephen's size. The sensation of being stretched was pleasurable but also painful, but as time went on, the pain dissipated. "Alright, slowly." June breathed.

Stephen began to slowly rock forward and backwards, in slow movements and in small increments. A deep part of him snarled in protest of this gentle display, his instincts shouted to just slam into her and fuck her raw, but he pushed down the urges. The concept of a raw, rough fuck would have to wait for another time. He wanted their first encounter to be loving and pleasurable for June.

"Ooohh…" June sighed as his thrusts grew longer and quicker. Stephen gripped June's hips as hard as he could – which wasn't very – and used her for balance and leverage while he thrust away. With each motion of his hips, Stephen let out a shaky breath and June let out a small mewl of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck…" He breathed. It was good, too good. Stephen wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last. He slowed his speed, inciting a small whine of disappointment from his partner. He had no choice, the pressure inside of his hips was building too quickly, and he didn't want this night to be over so quickly. His slow thrusts help him calm down a bit, but the primal urge to lay into her like a wild animal remained and only grew.

June squirmed a bit, her hands gripping the sheets as she let out another soft moan. The sight made Stephen smirk with pleasure – it filled him with pride, to know that he was pleasuring June in such a way that she couldn't stay still. Her hand floated down to between her legs, where her fingers found her clit and occasionally brushed up against Stephen as he pressed himself inside of her.

The stimulation of Stephen's slow, teasing thrusts and her own work on her sensitive bud was proving to be a potent combination, and she felt a familiar heat and pressure inside of her begin to build. It felt light lightning coursing through her, tracing up her spine and making her feel almost light-headed.

"Stephen…" She moaned softly. She tightened her legs around his waist, imploring him to go faster and harder. At the suggestion, Stephen responded in kind, finally freeing himself of inhibition and giving way to his more primal desires.

He pounded into her mercilessly, and a bit rougher than intended. June didn't protest, instead her toes curled and her back arched as she let out a cry of bliss at Stephen's new pace.

He ravaged her for minutes, enjoying every cry, squirm, and buck of her body. He matched her moans with grunts and sighs of his own, wanting her to know that he was enjoying himself as much as she was. A moan escaped his own lips and he ran his hands up June's legs, feeling the smooth skin. He gripped them and pulled them up, making June rest her calves on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her legs and used the new position to thrust deeper and harder, much to June's delight.

"Fuck! Stephen!" She nearly hissed as he made his way deep into her. Her end was nearing, she could feel it. The pressure building inside of her was too much, and it needed to find a way out. With each pound into her body, it came closer and closer to release. With her legs in this position, she couldn't easily access her clit, but she didn't need to. She pulled her hand away from it and used it to grip a nearby pillow. "Stephen, I'm close!" She cried.

"Me too." He hissed behind clenched teeth. He was dangerously close, but he had to hold on for her. Especially if she was on the edge. An idea entered his head, and Stephen switched up the pace of his thrusts from quick and frequent back to slow and powerful. He pulled back so much that he nearly came out of her, and slammed himself fully into her as hard as he could.

This new pace drove June over the edge. "Stephen!" She cried as her back arched and her toes curled once more. Her whole body shuddered and shivered, and June let out a loud moan as pure bliss consumed her. Her eyes rolled up a bit and she panted, her body still shivering under his touch as Stephen continued to pound away.

He found his orgasm just as quickly, coaxed by June's walls squeezing him hard as she climaxed. With a shudder, hot cum spilled from him and filled the condom, covering his cock with sticky warmth. He groaned with a clenched jaw and pulled out, stumbling backwards a step as he wiped his forehead with his hand.

"Holy shit." Stephen panted as he stood, simply observing his hard work: June's tired, shivering form. He paused as he took in the sight, she was simply beautiful. Naked, vulnerable, and genuine. Just as he was. They were two souls, presenting themselves to each other in their rawest, purest state.

As Stephen walked over to his trashcan to dispose of the condom, June rolled to her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was sore, and he legs were tingly and felt like noodles. She curled up and closed her eyes, feeling a wave of sleepiness wash over her.

"It feels better if you actually use the pillows." Stephen said teasingly as he crawled back into bed, laying his head on one of the pillows as he panted, resting one of his hands on his chest.

June didn't comment, instead she used her arms to crawl up to the top of of the bed, next to Stephen. She collapsed onto the pillow with a sigh, and closed her eyes once more.

"That was fantastic." She breathed between deep breaths.

Stephen nodded. "Time of my life." He admitted, turning onto his side, and curling up to June's back, spooning her gently. A hand floated up to her hair, and he stroked her gently. "I love you so much…" He sighed as he closed his eyes.

"I love you too." June said, a smile on her lips. "I'm sleepy."

"Me too." Stephen said with a nod. He sat up and got up off the bed, and tugged at the comforter. June took the hint and got up out of the bed with a groan of protest, and pulled down the sheet as well. Together, they both climbed under the sheets.

"So, is this goodnight?" Stephen asked, and June responded with a nod and a yawn.

"Goodnight, love." She purred, and she nestled her head into the pillow. Stephen rolled over and turned off the lamp that adorned the night stand, shrouding them both in darkness. Stephen rested his head back on the pillow, and let sleep take him into the gentle night.