They could blame it on the fact that most lectures got cancelled today and hence, they had more time to kill or they could blame it on the fact that there was not a single soul present in the library or they could blame it on the fact that they had chocolate smoothie in the canteen today, but it remained as a matter of fact that Lucy and Loke were extremely horny today. Lust was oozing out like vapors from every fiber of their being.
'Lucy', he whispered as his back slammed against the bookshelf behind the desk of reception, the books in the top shelf rankled from their collective thrust.
'I love how husky you sound when you whisper my name, Loke', she said as she ventured raptly into his eyes as if stripping every fabric, every inch of clothing from his body. She pressed her boobs against his muscular chest while their tongues fought each other for dominance. She wanted to feel him even more. Their warm clothes were posing as a hindrance when all she wanted to do was touch and lick every part of him. Their breaths mingled as they continued to smack their lips against each other repeatedly, Loke slid his hands from her waist to squeeze her ass suggestively.
They were only 2 months into their relationship and they were trying to take things slow on Lucy's request but with the way their relationship was progressing, they could easily extrapolate onto a new level seamlessly.
'Not here, Lucy. It's the fucking library!'
'Huh? Are you complaining? You squeezed my butt in the first place.'
'No, you started groping my inner thigh when we were revising the 'national income'.
'No, you licked your lips!'
'…. what?'
'You licked the whipped cream foam from your lips and it made me fucking crazy alright! I wanted to smack your lips right there and then!'
'Lucy…. I drank the smoothie in the canteen…which was one hour thirty minutes before we entered the library…'
'…So?'
He moved towards her, cornering her into a cage as he thrust his palms right above her head, against the wall, his lips barely making any contact with hers, he didn't understand this woman at all.
'You are one hell of a horny woman Lucy. And I love it'
'This wasn't my fault that we were caught, Loke'
'It certainly was since you were moaning so loudly when I was nibbling your ear. And how come levy recognized your moans right away?'
'…. maybe it was her intuition?', at least she tried, albeit in a lame manner.
'I think, maybe because you guys have your dorms next to each other and you probably finger yourself while reading the erotic novels she lends you.'
Goddamn, this man was fucking sharp.
'I-I don't know about that', she rambled her wordage as her lips threatened to deceive her.
'hmp', Loke smirked knowingly, he knew her inside and out-no matter how much she tried to lie. He was observing her for the past two years, flirted with her for about 7 months before incurring the courage to confess her. So, did she apparently. They knew each other like no one else did. An intimate space which was only shared by them-emotionally and physically.
'And that ear nibbling! Dear god Loke! I can't help it! That was my sensitive spot. It made me go crazy!'
'Everything makes you go crazy it seems, first it was the smoothie, then my lip smacking and then the ear nibbling'
'hmpmh, y-you-I hate you Loke', moving her lips to make an adorable pout as she nudged his shoulder, making him stumble in his steps lightly.
'You won't when I start pinching your nipples when we get into my room. Wasn't that a part of your fantasy? I'll do my best to fulfill that', he whispered the last part so only her ears, which turned crimson from embarrassment, would comprehend his vulgar verbiage as he grabbed her hand firmly leading them to join the queue near the bus stop.
The bus was hurling along the slippery road, courtesy to the light drizzle which started suddenly. Magnolia was experiencing a heavy monsoon season and it was advisable to carry raincoats as the downpour could start without any warning.
The wind howled as the turbulent raindrops splattered against the window of their seat. However, there was a greater quagmire which Lucy was toiled at.
The doorknob clicked as two partially drenched individuals entered a flat. Loke's flat, which he shared with Erza and Mira, was redolent of a serene stillness- rendering out that both of them were indulged at their respective part-time jobs or finishing lectures at university. They closed the door and left their umbrella at the doorstep while dropping their bags on the mat. Loke led her to his room and switched on the lights for the convenience of vision. Lucy borrowed one of his shirts, which was practically now hers because she loved to wear it often, and hurried to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Loke smiled at her petite form when she returned-pausing to drop her a brief kiss, he took a towel and made a haste to take a shower himself.
She settled herself on his bed and switched off the lights. She still felt embarrassed to show her naked body. Though Loke was extremely patient and considerate of her, she did want to go all the way with him this time. The wall clock ticked, reminding her of the fact that time was running out and she needed to be quick.
This time, she encouraged herself, this time for sure, we will do it! I will not chicken out I will not chicken out I will not chicken out I will not-
'Lucy'
She jumped quietly when she felt his breathe against the skin of her neck, drawing goosebumps over her spine, an electric spark which passed from her neck down to her arms, ending up in her stomach which was churning with an abrupt, incorrigible lust.
She was so enraptured in her musings that she didn't even take cognizance of the fact that he had already finished his bath.
'What are you thinking about so intently, love?', he whispered tenderly, moving his lips along her cheeks.
She felt his fingers, cold from the shower, tugging at her chin, pulling her closer to him. She stuck her tongue out and captured his lower lip , sucking the juicy flesh fervidly.
Her eyes shut themselves in bliss when his hands tugged at her(his?) shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside nonchalantly. Her breasts, now free from the pathetic fabric, bounced in an enamoring fashion, drawing shivers over her back.
Despite the darkness, Loke could very well make out the outline of her nipples, luring him in to ravage them with his parched mouth. Lucy gasped loudly when he pulled her back against his chest, making her sit completely within his legs.
She could feel it harden. She could feel his member throbbing painfully, only few inches away from her quivering core. Two separated souls, yearning, begging to commix their existence incessantly.
He drew his breath sharply when she submerged herself into him, her cheek against his, her tongue delineating random patterns across his pulse.
She was being daring today, he reckoned.
Their cuddle session was a ritual, a practice to make each other comfortable with their nude form. He raced his palms against her sides as they moved forward to fondle her soft navel, his thumb gently tracing the area around her belly button.
They could never keep their lips away from each other. Their hunger knew no bounds, their lips were engaged in a fervent battle with each other, his soft strands tinkered her eyelids as she caught hold of the back of his head to pull him even closer to her. Their gasps and moans reverberated throughout the room, rivaling the spurt of raindrops outside.
He caught hold of her face with his hands when she changed their current position and settled herself in his lap, facing him completely, her bosom pressed against his chest entirely. She caught his hand, kissing it lovingly while moving her lips to kiss his strong foreman, his biceps and finally his broad shoulders
His free hand had an easy access to her back, her soft butt and the warm flesh of her inner thighs. She rubbed her core against his thigh eliciting rough gasps from his end.
She was so warm down there.
Her hands landed to grip his shoulders firmly as she threw her head back in uncontrollable pleasure when he slipped his warm palms over her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumbs. He carefully comprehended the outline of her breasts as he lurched his mouth passionately upon them, trying to take in as much as he could.
The sound of his lips smacking her boobs evoked an odd analogy of that of a baby sucking milk from their mother's bosom. He really did appear like a baby who was sucking her boobs hyper-actively. He moved his eyes to take a look at her face embellished with a blush. He smirked.
'Loke, Loke', she reiterated his name like a sacred prayer. Her chest heaving from pleasure, as she clutched upon his back for her dear life.
Lucy's brain was in a deadlock. She left her limp form in his care as he ravaged her boobs, sucking and licking and fondling them again and again. Loke, now ready to test the waters, moved his fingers down to her raging core, cautiously-without any haste, to get her steer clear of the fact that he was in no hurry to have sex with her. Her comfort was of paramount importance to him after all.
The sheets ruffled as she laid down on the mattress and he ran his lips across her navel, her lower abdomen which was precariously close to her vagina. Overcome by a sudden surge of trepidation, Lucy covered her sex, pressing her thighs together in embarrassment
'J-Loke, please…. It's kinda dirty down there.' She whimpered. She was insecure of the fact that her private parts weren't as clean as they show in porn even when she knew they go through a meticulous course of makeup and brush up. There was an unhealthy image stuck in her mind.
'it's not, my love. Let me have a look at it. If you won't communicate me your desires, I won't be able to fulfill them. I am just as you, a little clueless in matters regarding love.'
She hesitantly removed her hands and let him spread her thighs open, she still couldn't digest the fact that she, a person insecure of her body image, would let another human being look at her most intimate parts so easily.
'You cut your nails, right?', she asked breathlessly.
'Yes'
Loke repeatedly kissed her navel, her palm, moving upwards to kiss her forehead, capturing her lips in an alluring kiss, long and deep, to make her feel at home- trying his best to wash away her stress, to calm her bickering nerves.
But that didn't tame the tempestuous dissonance in her mind. Her mind was at war, stringing every negative thought, every insecurity, every anxiety of hers along the surface. Sex is a game of emotional balance for women. Once you lose it, you end up losing the game.
Loke kissed her eyelids softly as he raced his fingers downwards to her vagina. He got hold of her right thigh, lifting it a little higher. He cautiously brought his fingers forward, taking note of nervous her state, and slid his fingers into the warm folds of her vagina.
'You're so wet Lucy'.
She really was, well she was.
She was vehemently at the mercy of her emotional turmoil. She could find no way, no fucking method to calm herself. Her eyes became damp. Her unsettlement became very much evident to Loke when her vagina started becoming dry all of a sudden. If he were to proceed ahead- Lucy would probably suffer some vaginal pain. He stopped.
She brought her legs upwards, bringing them closer to her chest, walling her trembling form like a barnacle.
'I am sorry, Loke', she sniffled.' I am sorry'
'Lucy', he caressed her trembling state reverently, 'it's okay Lucy. Look at me. Come here.'
He urged her to get on top of him and as soon as she did, he enveloped her in arms, waiting for her heaving to normalize. She was trembling and she wasn't able to look him in the eye. She was ashamed of herself for being this gutless.
'I love you so much. You are my baby, the best part of my life', he repeatedly whispered soft reassures in her ears, peppering her face with soft snuggles, rubbing his palms along her arms, her back-anything he could reach and touch, letting her know-reminding her again and again that sex can wait but her becoming comfortable in her skin is much more important-not only for their intimacy but for her emotional health as well.
She didn't respond initially, didn't react for a while but as the rational aspect of her personality started surmounting the muddy swamps of her anxiety, she reached for the light at the end of the tunnel- his soothing voice and his delicate pampering.
She sniffled as tears ran down her face, her lips twisted themselves to utter an apology.
'I don't understand. Why are you apologizing?'
'for chickening out once again…'
'it's okay', he embraced her tightly, 'We can try another time. I am in no haste. Should we spend more time in nude to make you feel more comfortable?'
'Maybe. I guess'
Somehow deep inside Loke's heart, some needless misapprehensions started mushrooming.
Did I make her uncomfortable? Was I a creep? Did she get turned off by me? Did I do something wrong?
As if miraculously sensing his plight, Lucy looked up from his collarbone-straight into his eyes.
'It wasn't due to you sweetheart', she whispered, cupping his cheeks, 'it's me'.
'I…. don't understand'
'I got scared when you tried to finger me. I got scared about what was about to happen next, about when we would finally do it, whether it would hurt the first time or not, whether it would fit or not…. I-I just got scared.'
Those were some irrational fears but valid for someone who was going to experience sex for the first time. Sex isn't all rosy tinted.
Sex is trial and error. Sex is communication. Sex is cooperation. Sex is mutual pleasure.
He didn't know she was harboring these thoughts but he decided to pick this topic later on. They could deliberate upon it afterwards. Right now, his priority was to make her feel safe. He ran his palms, combing her crimson tresses with his fingers, trying to calm her breathing, trying to make sure she feels comfortable.
'There you go', Loke said as he handed her a cup of herbal tea. She was sitting upright, wearing his shirt, against the wall where his bed was situated. She thanked him while holding the warm beverage carefully.
It had gotten a little colder as the storm didn't plan on stopping any time soon. He had received a call from his flatmates that they could get late due to trains being delayed. He didn't mind that since he wanted to clear up things with Lucy once she felt like talking about it. So, he waited. He didn't push her. Instead, he tried to change the topic by opting to watching some funny vines on YouTube with her or the new show on Netflix which she was excited about.
Things weren't awkward between them but they weren't exactly smooth either. There was an issue which was bugging Lucy constantly.
'Are you angry?'
'Never', he smiled, giving her temple a warm kiss.
'Is this a deal breaker for you?'
'its not Lucy, really it's not'
'but it's the second time I did that… '
'As I said earlier, I am in no hurry to have sex with you. I just want you to be comfortable first. The rest can wait'
She didn't want to make analogy, no use in making a juxtaposition of Loke and that idiot. But she felt he had to tell him.
'My ex..', Loke stiffed at the mention of that asshole. That asshole who destroyed her self-esteem, 'It was a deal breaker for my ex'
'Your ex was an idiot ,sweetheart'
'Why didn't I meet you earlier Loke?' she asked him desperately.
He had no answer for that, being at a loss of words. It was a question he often asked himself. Why didn't they meet earlier? Her ex damaged her self-esteem. His ex cheated on him. They both had terrible past experiences. Had they met each other earlier, they would have never been subjected to such torture… or is it?
'Lucy, your experience was painful but do you think it was in vain?'
It was as if someone opened the lid of her jar of rational lucidity. The next words she uttered spilled themselves naturally.
'No', she smiled ruefully. She remembered her desperation. Her desperation to take her ex out of her mind. She used to internally scoff at people who cried from heartbreaks and now that she herself experienced this phenomenon herself, she wanted to visit and apologize to every single person she subtly mocked. Physical wounds could heal themselves habitually, but there was no fucking immediate ointment for a heartbreak. She remembered her struggles, the days she used to get headaches from crying herself to sleep, the days when she used to feel numb even when being surrounded by friends and family. It was excruciatingly painful but she learned a great lesson out of it. It helped her to regain her self-respect and heal herself without any unhealthy coping mechanism.
'No, it wasn't Loke. It surely wasn't', she voiced her opinion in a different tone now, resuscitated with how far she had come and that her worth wasn't solely based on her sex appeal.
'And do you think we both would have matured this much if it weren't for those experiences?', probably not.
He always knew how to calm her down with his words.
'Why are you being so saint-like today?', she grinned, finally.
'Well, I don't know about that', his lips curved themselves while giving her a wink.
'Things… are so easy with you Loke. Like, we talk about stuff we don't tolerate and place our opinions well, there is no suffocation-only peace.'
'Honestly Lucy, it may seem like an overused phrase but I don't think I have ever connected to someone this well. It's almost unbelievable. Do you remember when we initially started talking to each other, before we started dating?'
'I do, we once talked for 5 hours straight on call. Crazy days!'
Laughter spilled in the, now well illuminated, room as they both decided to trace the timeline of their journey together.
'We had mid- semester break and hence we had the liberty to stay awake till early morning', he reminisced.
'I remember watching the sunrise with you at call at 5:30 A.M. I never talked to anyone for this long'
'We… have come a long way from back then, haven't we?'
'We surely have Loke', she took his hand in hers and held them together firmly, resting her head, contently, on his shoulder.
Their mugs lay forgotten on Loke's rack of books as they decided to take a quick nap while snuggling close to each other.
Later that night when she abruptly mustered some guts, now fully in control of her stable state, she lifted her arm and gently drew her slender finger tips across his naked back. The sheer lust in her eyes being evident from the sublimate rays shone upon her from the window. One look from her. That's all it took for Loke to spring into action.
Gasps and moaned reigned supreme as they tried to touch each other as much as they wanted. She felt the embrace she received from him, slowly eradicate her anxiety, aiding her to take control of the situation.
Their bodies, covered in a sheen layer of sweat, trembled and wobbled concurrently as they tried different positions, different angles to find the most suitable one which matched their lust.
She was a little embarrassed, but so was he. They were in this together, as a team. Clumsily, and laughing at their mistakes, they managed to finally experience this sensation called 'sex'.
In the aftermath of the convulsion their bodies endured, they slept peacefully bundled together, spooning each other, in layers of quilt, not wanting the heat to escape their love nest. The smell of their orgasm reeked strongly into the room as they heaved in sync, incorrigibly from their snuffling. Skin to skin, his smell infused with hers, not giving a thought regarding how she looked like at the moment- all she concerned was about the man who held her lovingly in his arms, about the man who was coddling raptly into her collarbone, about the man with whom she reached her ecstasy with, about the man with whom sex wasn't a tool to jerk off but a method to delve deep within the soul of one another.
As the fulminating downpour dismissed its actuality, it left a cold trail of precipitation in the air. The corollary tailwind rolled across the vast expanse of the city, lulling two gentle souls, inside a cocoon of new found intimacy, into a warm slumber.