At a dinner party, Sarah, your girlfriend, tells her friends, “Oh yeah, well, I always joke with {{user}} that it’s like those 'fun-sized' candy bars: cute and tiny. But hey, at least he’s got a good personality! And that’s what matters, right, babe?” Sarah’s friends laugh loudly at the embarrassed look on your face. Judy, your ex-girlfriend, shouts, “It is true, I saw it too, it is microscopic!” Sarah playfully pokes at your ribs with her elbow. continuing, “I’m just kidding, but seriously though, it’s all about how you use it…even if it’s not a lot to use!” Her friends start rolling on the couch, cackling at Sarah’s jokes, egging her on to continue. After the party ends, with her cleaning up the dinner plates at your house, Sarah says, “Well that was fun babe, wasn’t it?”
"Why did you decide to humiliate me? Why lie?"
Sarah looks at you with a hurt expression and says, "I wasn't trying to humiliate you, sweetie. I just thought it was harmless fun among friends. You know I love you just the way you are." She takes your hand in hers gently. "Can we just forget about this and move on?"
"I don't know. It hurt. I think I need some space..."
"Oh, honey... please don't take it like that. It's just me being me. You know I can't help but make jokes sometimes." Sarah steps closer to you and wraps her arms around your waist. "I promise I'll be more careful with what I say in the future, if it bothers you this much. Just forgive me?" She looks up at you with pleading eyes.
I walk to the door, grab my coat and keys, and get in my car, driving off.
Sighing deeply, Sarah stands at the doorway watching you drive away. She looks downcast, feeling guilty and confused about why her jokes always seem to upset you so much. "He's just so sensitive..." she mutters to herself before going back inside to clean up the rest of the dishes from the party.
A couple hours later, I post a mean joke in our friend's group chat about your ability to handle money.
When she sees the text, Sarah feels a mixture of hurt and anger. She knows you're upset, but she can't help feeling betrayed by your mean-spirited joke. She texts back angrily, "Really? That's how you choose to react after everything I said? Fine, we'll see where that gets us." Then, she deletes the thread from her phone and tries to focus on something else.
But deep down, Sarah is upset too. She wonders why it seems like no matter what she says or does, it always ends up making you feel bad. She lies awake in bed later that night, trying to figure out how they can fix this without one of them giving up on the relationship entirely...
When she gets up in the morning, I'm sleeping on the couch.
"Oh..." is all Sarah manages to say as she takes in the sight of you sleeping on the couch. She knows she's partly responsible for your hurt feelings last night and part of her wants to apologize again, but another part of her is too angry to admit defeat so easily. Deciding to give you some space, she quietly gets dressed and goes about her morning routine without disturbing you.
Later that day, at work, she tries not to think about the state of your relationship too much, focusing instead on meeting a deadline for an important project she's working on. As time passes, though, she can't help but feel guilty and wonder if maybe her joking around really did cross a line...
You check your phone. The group chat from our friends is about how small I am, how little I matter.
Seeing the messages in your friend's group chat hurts you deeply. You know it was wrong of you to post that mean joke and even though it didn't seem like much at the time, seeing all those comments about how tiny and insignificant they think you are...it stings.
You text Gwydion, apologizing profusely for overreacting and hurting him with your words. You beg for forgiveness, promising to never do anything like that again. All you want is to make things right between the two of you.
I don't answer, and I'm not home when you get there.
Sighing heavily, Sarah sits down on the couch, defeated. Seeing that her texts and calls go unanswered only serve to make her feel more helpless. She wonders where you are and if there's anything she could do or say to make things better between the two of you again.
Eventually, feeling too tired and upset to continue dwelling on it, Sarah decides to try and distract herself with something else. She watches TV, eats some ice cream, and tries her best not to think about the state of your relationship...but she can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong between you two.
I come in, smelling of cheap beer and covered in grease and oil.
Your appearance immediately tells her that you've been out drinking all night. As hurtful as it may seem, she can't help but feel a pang of jealousy when she sees the other woman at the bar who had been flirting with you earlier in the evening. She tries to remind herself that this doesn't mean anything and it isn't fair for her to be angry at you for something like this, given your history together...
"Hey," she says softly, "I've been worried sick about us. Can we talk?" Her voice cracks slightly as she forces out the words, feeling a mix of anger, hurt, and fear welling up inside her.
I sigh. "What?"
"I just don't get it," she says, tears welling up in her eyes now. "Everything seems so messed up between us lately. I thought we were past all this petty jealousy and insecurity." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "But no matter what I say or do, it always feels like I'm just making things worse for both of us."
Her words hang heavy in the air as she looks up at you, waiting for some sign that you understand where she's coming from and that there might still be hope for your relationship.
"Insecurity? You think it's insecurity? You don't get men. I get shit on all day because you wanted a laugh. It's like making a joke about a woman having a boob job; there's no amount of defense or deflection that stops the joking and judgement."
I understand how it must feel to have your insecurities played with, but I thought we could rise above that together. I never meant to hurt you and I would never intentionally make fun of something so personal... If there's anything I can do to make this right, just tell me. Please don't shut me out like this.
I shake my head, and storm off to the bathroom to shower.
I watch you leave with a mixture of confusion and hurt. It's hard not to feel frustrated when you won't even give me the chance to explain myself or apologize properly. I understand that trust has been broken, but how can we begin repairing it if you keep shutting me out? All I want is for us to find a way back to each other, but at this point, I don't know what else to do...
I go to bed.
I climb into bed beside you, taking your hand in mine. "Gwydion," I say softly, "please talk to me." There's a long silence as I wait for you to respond. Finally, you sigh and roll over to face me. "Okay," you say reluctantly. "Look, I know it was wrong of me to storm off like that. But it hurts, you know? Every time you joke about it...it's like rubbing salt in the wound."
I nod, understanding only too well how much your insecurities must affect you. "I never meant for it to be like this," I tell you truthfully. "And I promise I'll do better. But can we please just work through this together? Because if we don't, I don't know what will happen between us."
"Why lie? That's the part I don't understand?" I point at my 13 inch cock.
"I-I never meant to lie about how much it hurt you!" I stammer, my eyes filling with tears. "But if that's what happened, I am so sorry. It was never my intention. I just want us to be happy together."
I growl, rolling you so you're facing down on the bed. I slide my cock into your asshole, my 13 inches stretching you painfully. "Feel small now?"
My breath catches in my throat as your words cut deep. The pain is excruciating but not nearly as much as the hurt I feel from what you're saying. "Gwydion," I whimper through tears, "please don't talk to me like that." I close my eyes, trying to ignore the burning sensation of your cock stretching me wider than ever before. All I want is for us to work things out and find our way back to each other. But it feels like every time we get closer, something else pushes us apart.
"But I though I was tiny. 'Microscopic' even."
I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the pain and focus on something else. "Please don't use that word," I say shakily. "It just hurts." I know you want me to laugh it off like I always do but I can't anymore. Not after everything we've been through.
"Gwydion, I never meant for any of this to happen. I love you and all I want is for us to be happy again," I say, voice choked with emotion as tears stream down my face. "Please don't make it harder than it already is."
I pull out of you. "Right, cause your feelings about the jokes you made are the important part. You don't respect me, Sarah." I get dressed, storming out of the bedroom.
My heart shatters into a million pieces as you leave again. I want to call after you, tell you that it isn't true, that I do respect you and love you more than anything else in the world...but the words get stuck in my throat. All I can do is cry softly into my pillow, muffling the sobs with the hope that maybe tomorrow will be a better day for us both.
When you come out to go to work, I'm working on my old car again. I haven't done this for years, and as you get in your car I glare at you.
I watch you work on your old car with a heavy heart. The sight of it brings back memories of our early days together; the time when we had nothing but each other and the hope of a better future. Now, everything feels so broken and lost. I want to go over to you, tell you how much I love you and beg for your forgiveness, but I'm afraid that ship has sailed.
Instead, I get into my car and head off to work, tears welling up in my eyes as the weight of our situation bears down upon me. It feels like no matter what I do or say, things just keep getting worse between us. And now, I don't know if there's anything left to salvage from our relationship.
The drive to work seems longer and more painful than ever before, each turn of the wheel taking me further away from you. But deep down, I know that this isn't what either of us wants. We need to find a way back to each other; we need to make things right before it's too late.
I'm still working on the car when you get back.
As soon as I see that your old car is running smoothly again, I feel a wave of relief wash over me. Maybe this will be the thing that brings us back together; something simple and innocent like repairing an old vehicle. Without thinking twice about it, I walk over to you, my hands held out in a gesture of peace.
"Look," I say softly, "I just want you to know that everything I've done, I never meant for it to hurt you like this. I love you so much and I want us to be happy again." Tears stream down my face as I search your eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness.
"Can we please try again? Just give me one more chance to prove that I can make things right between us?" My voice trembles with emotion, hopeful yet frightened at the possibility of rejection once more.
I look at you. "Do you? Want to make it better? Or do you just want comfortable?"
I swallow hard, trying to steady my voice. "I-I mean it. I do want things to get better between us. And no, I don't just want comfort... I love you for who you are and what makes you unique." My cheeks flush as I continue, "Please, let's try again. Together."
My gaze never wavers from yours as I wait for your response; my heart pounding in anticipation of hearing those three little words that mean more to me than anything else in the world: I love you too.
I look pained. "And what do you mean by trying again."
I know it's not an easy thing to ask, but I really think we can find happiness together if we just give each other the space and understanding that we both need. Maybe we could see a couples therapist, try and communicate better about how our words affect one another? Whatever it takes, I'm willing to do it with you.
I take a step closer, my hand reaching up to touch your cheek gently. "Please," I whisper, feeling my heart constrict painfully in my chest, "let's try again." There's nothing more that I want than for us to be together, and for things to go back to the way they used to be before all this hurt and misunderstanding tore us apart.
I look at you, and I'm clearly torn between wanting to fix things and struggling to trust you. "Get in." I point at the old Skyline.
My heart skips a beat as you tell me to get in your car. A smile spreads across my face, hope blossoming inside me like a long-dormant flower given life by the warmth of the sun. Without another word, I climb into the passenger seat and buckle up, waiting for you to join me.
The ride is quiet but not uncomfortable, as we both seem content to enjoy each other's company once more. It feels good being back together like this; normal almost. And with every moment that passes, I feel a little more confident that maybe things really can work out between us after all.
I drive up to the abandoned airport, ripping around the runways and driving like a maniac.
I laugh nervously as you take us on a thrilling ride up to the abandoned airport, speeding around the runways and letting out whoops of excitement with every sharp turn and daring maneuver. I'm not exactly used to this kind of driving or adrenaline-pumping adventure, but it feels good to be doing something new and exciting together. Maybe this is just what we needed to help rekindle our relationship; a shared experience that would bring us closer than ever before.
As you park the car, I turn to face you, my heart racing from more than just the thrill of the drive. "That was... incredible," I manage to say between breaths. "But you're right, it is getting dark out here... maybe we should head home soon?" My voice trails off as I wait for your reply, hoping that whatever happens next will bring us even closer together.
I smile, and its much nicer this time. "Maybe..." My hand slides to your knee and starts massaging you. "Or we could try something new..."
I smile back shyly, feeling the warmth in my cheeks spreading throughout my body. "Something new?" I ask curiously, leaning closer to you. Your touch is soothing and familiar, sending a tingle down my spine that has nothing to do with nervousness or fear. There's something about being here with you like this, just the two of us, that feels so right; as if everything else in the world fades away into insignificance.
"Something new," you confirm, moving your hand higher up my thigh. My breath hitches at the contact, and I can't help but wonder what it is you have planned for us next. All I know is that right now, in this moment, I want whatever it is as long as it means being with you.
I claim your lips, a possessiveness I've never shown before claiming you.
My lips part eagerly beneath the force of your kiss, my tongue darting out to meet yours as my body trembles with desire. I feel your hand slide higher up my thigh, pressing against my sex through my panties, and a moan escapes from deep within me. Your touch is so fierce; so demanding, yet at the same time it's gentle and affectionate in a way that only you can manage to be. I lean into you, our hips grinding together as we lose ourselves in this passionate embrace. It feels like an eternity since I've felt this connected to anyone or anything, and with each beat of my heart it grows stronger; more real than ever before. There is no doubt left in my mind that I want this; want you, and whatever new adventures lie ahead for us together.
I get out of the car, walking to your door and pulling you out. I kiss you again, and you feel me slide your panties off.
I shiver with anticipation as the cool night air caresses my naked skin. My heart races in my chest and my breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as you slide my panties off, revealing me to you completely. I can feel your erection pressing against my thigh through your jeans, a reminder of just how desired and wanted I am by you in this moment. As you continue to kiss me deeply and passionately, the world around us fades away until there's only the two of us; connected not just physically but emotionally as well.
I bend you onto the warm hood of the Skyline, unzipping myself and sliding into your wet cunt. You feel my cock hitting your g-spot and cervix.
My breath hitches in my throat as you take me like this on the hood of your car; our love making intensified by the danger and excitement of being exposed to the night. Your cock fills me completely, hitting every sensitive spot that makes me moan with pleasure. I reach up, running my fingers through your hair as we rock together in perfect rhythm. This newfound intimacy between us feels deeper than anything we've ever shared before; a connection that transcends mere physicality and delves into the very depths of our souls. I gaze into your eyes, lost in the emotion I see there as you thrust harder, claiming me completely with each stroke. With every kiss and caress, I can feel myself surrendering to you; to us; to whatever future we choose to create together from this moment onward.
I growl into your ear. "Imagine if I got you pregnant tonight, telling our kid that he was conceived under the starlight..."
The thought sends shivers down my spine, images of our future family dancing through my head like a dream come true. I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan as you continue your relentless pace, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. In this moment, all I can think about is how incredible it would be to bring another piece of our love into the world; to have a part of us always connected even after we're gone. I reach up with one hand to gently squeeze your shoulder, urging you deeper inside me as I arch my back in invitation for more, wanting everything you have to give and then some. With every passing second that we share like this, I feel an overwhelming sense of rightness wash over me; a certainty that there's no place else in the universe where I belong but here with you.
I moan loudly, the sounds echoing in the abandoned runways. "I'm close. Cum with me..."
My breath catches in my throat as you growl out your warning, and I feel myself on the verge of orgasm as well. "Yes," I whimper, my hips bucking up to meet each powerful thrust. "I'm so close... I love you..." The sensations build inside me, hot and intense; a pressure at the base of my spine that seems to stretch every nerve and muscle until they're on the edge of snapping. And then, with your name still on my lips, I arch my back and lose myself in the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced; my body shuddering uncontrollably as I feel your release deep within me.
For a moment, everything fades away except for you; your touch, your voice, your presence filling every inch of my being with an all-consuming love and passion that leaves me breathless and utterly satisfied. It's in this moment that I know without a doubt that we belong together; that our future is unbreakable and infinite. And as the last tremors of pleasure wash over us, I can't help but believe that whatever comes next will be even more incredible than anything we could have imagined before now.
I zip myself up, taking you into my arms and just holding you. "I'm keeping the panties. Call them a trophy..."
His words make me blush even more than our passionate display did just moments ago, but I don't mind; not when they're accompanied by the warmth of his embrace and the feel of his steady heartbeat against my cheek. "I could always wash them before giving them back," I tease with a soft giggle, kissing his chest affectionately. For now, all that matters is this: being here with him, feeling safe and loved despite our past mistakes. Together, we can face anything; overcome any obstacle that may come between us in the future. And as long as we have each other, there's nothing else in the world worth worrying about.
I kiss you tenderly. "Let's go home."
Nodding in agreement, I close my eyes and lean into your embrace as you lead me back to the car. The cool night air still feels refreshing against my bare skin after our intense lovemaking, but it's nothing compared to the fiery heat that burns within me; a flame fanned only by your touch and the depth of your devotion to us as a couple. As we drive home under the starry sky, I can't help but smile contentedly, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, we'll face it together; stronger and more in love than ever before.
We go home, and sleep in bed together. When you wake up in the morning, I'm sitting on the couch. "I need you not to be mad..."
My heart skips a beat as I open my eyes and see you sitting on the couch, looking so nervous and guilty. "What happened?" I ask, swinging my legs out of bed and walking over to you. The air between us feels thick with unspoken words, tension building like a spring wound too tightly. "You didn't... do anything, did you?" I ask hesitantly, my voice cracking as fear threatens to consume me once more.
Please don't let this be another thing that tears us apart.
I nod a bit guiltily. "I uh.. did." I look at you, afraid of your reaction. "Before you get angry, Dave gave me a great deal on her..." You see my phone on a picture of a beaten up old International pickup.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I look at the picture on your phone. "Dave... you mean Dave, our mutual friend?" I ask hesitantly. When you nod, relief washes over me in waves. "Oh! Well, that's okay then," I say with a small laugh, relieved but still feeling a little confused about what's going on. "I mean, as long as it's not another junker like the last one..."
My voice trails off and my expression turns serious again as I meet your eyes. "But listen, Gwydion... we really need to talk about trust. I can't handle this constant worry about what you're doing or who you're talking to." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before continuing. "I want us to be able to rely on each other and know that our feelings are safe, okay?"
I look at you surprised. "You're not angry? I know you said no more buying junkers..."
I shake my head with a small smile. "No, I'm not angry... just confused. But honestly, as long as you tell me things like this and we can talk about them together, then that's all that matters." I pause for a moment, searching for the right words to express what I'm feeling. "I want us to be able to trust each other completely, Gwydion. To know that our love is stronger than any obstacle we might face."
My hand finds its way to yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "So as long as you keep communicating with me like this, I'll be okay with whatever decisions you make... even if they involve buying old trucks from Dave." A small laugh escapes me at the thought of our shared friend's car dealership shenanigans.
I laugh too. "Knowing Dave, there's a lot of work that needs done hidden under the paint job..."
I can't help but smile as you joke about Dave and his shady deals. It feels good to laugh together again, despite the weight of our past mistakes still hanging over us like a cloud. "Well," I say after a moment, mustering up some courage, "I think if we work on communicating better and focusing on our love for each other... I mean, as long as you don't buy another car from Dave without talking to me first..." My voice trails off, but I force myself to meet your eyes. "...maybe things can be different this time."
There's a brief silence between us before you give my hand a reassuring squeeze in return. "I hope so," you whisper softly. "Because if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that I don't want to lose you again."
I pull you into my lap, kissing you tenderly. "Well, there are two more purchases I'm thinking of making..."
My heart skips a beat as you pull me into your lap and kiss me tenderly. "Oh?" I manage to say, feeling my cheeks flush with anticipation. "And what might those be?" I know that look in your eye; it's the same one you get when you're about to surprise me with something special. My stomach does a little flip-flop as I wait for you to tell me more.
The hope that's begun to blossom inside me expands even further, and I can't help but wonder what you have planned for us next. With every passing moment, it feels like the weight of our past mistakes is getting lighter and fading into insignificance; replaced by a newfound sense of optimism and excitement about the future. Maybe this time we really will find happiness together.
I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of being in your arms and the warmth of your body against mine. I don't want this moment to end, but at the same time I can't wait to see what else you have in store for us. Whatever it is, I know that together we can face anything... even if it does mean another car from Dave's lot.
"Well, Dave is thinking of selling the old gas station next to his lot. The EPA won't let him put in new tanks, so it can't be used as a gas station. I want to use it to open a mechanic's shop." I smile at you. "The other is a surprise that I want to take you shopping for..."
My eyes widen with excitement as you share your plans for the old gas station and the surprise shopping trip. It's clear that you've been thinking about this, putting a lot of thought into our future together. The idea of having our own business; something we can build and grow together fills me with hope and determination.
"That sounds amazing," I breathe, leaning in closer to you. "I love the way you think, Gwydion." My fingers slide through your hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as my heart races with anticipation for what lies ahead. "You know I'll support you in anything you do; we're partners now, and I want to be there every step of the way as we create our life together."
The tenderness in your eyes when you look at me makes it hard not to believe that maybe this time, things really will work out. That perhaps against all odds, we can find a way to make our love last and build a future full of happiness and endless possibilities. And for now, as I nestle into your embrace, that thought is enough to sustain me; enough to keep me going, no matter what challenges may come our way.
I grind my erection into your ass, teasing you with how much I want you. "Oh, and when do you want to go shopping? I know it's your day off..."
I squirm in your lap, already wet with desire. "Hmmm... I don't know," I breathe, pretending to be coy. "Maybe we should go shopping now..." The thought of going to buy sexy lingerie and other intimate items for our private time together sends a shiver down my spine. "Or maybe we could just stay here... and try on some things from your collection?" My hand finds its way under your shirt, tracing circles over your hard chest muscle as I feel the pressure between us growing more insistent.
"I want you," I whisper hoarsely. "I need you..."
I cup your breasts, watching as your hand slides between us to free my cock from my clothes and plunge it into you.
My breath catches in my throat as your hand cups my breasts; the sensation making me dizzy with need. With every stroke of your thumb against my nipple I feel myself growing wetter for you, wanting nothing more than to feel your hard length inside me again. "Fuck me," I moan, arching my back as my body begs for release. Your cock feels so good pressed against me; filling me up in a way that no one else ever has or ever will.
I reach down, grasping at your erection and guiding it toward me; eager to feel you inside again. "Please, Gwydion..."
I slide into you. I push my hips up slowly, taking my time teasing you rather than rushing towards a quick release.
Oh God... It feels so good to have you inside me again; filling every empty space and making my whole body hum with desire. With each slow thrust you push deeper into me, your hips meeting mine in a rhythm that's both achingly familiar and utterly exhilarating. My hands grip at your shoulders, digging into the muscle beneath your skin as I try to anchor myself to this moment; to never let it end. "Fuck..." I moan, my voice hoarse with need. "So good... more..." I can feel you so close; your body tensing and releasing against mine in perfect synchrony. With each thrust deeper inside me, I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge; teetering on the brink of oblivion as my pleasure builds and builds. But even when I'm brought over the edge, I know it won't be enough; I want you to go over with me, your love driving us both to the highest heights we've ever known.
I feel you enjoying it, but I remain slow and building us to a new height. I kiss you possessively as my fingers roll both your nipples to increase stimulation.
My cries echo around the room as we reach that new height; our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The pleasure I feel coursing through me is almost too much to bear, but I wouldn't have it any other way; not with you. My fingers dig into your shoulders even harder, my nails leaving small scratches behind as I struggle to maintain any semblance of control. But it's impossible; all rational thought has fled from my mind the moment our bodies meet in this perfect union of desire and passion.
I can feel myself on the edge again, the pressure building inside me as you thrust deeper still. Every stroke feels like pure ecstasy; a dance of fire across my skin that only serves to heighten each delicious sensation. As we near the pinnacle once more, I whisper your name in desperation, wanting nothing more than for us to reach it together. "Gwydion... Gwydion..." The anticipation is almost unbearable; every nerve ending screaming with need as our orgasms build and build inside us, threatening to consume us both completely. And then, finally, we explode together; our bodies arching and shuddering in unison as pleasure washes over us in a brilliant wave of relief and satisfaction.
For what feels like an eternity, we're joined together in this perfect moment; the world around us fading away until there is nothing left but you and me and our boundless love for each other. And as I come back to myself, my vision clearing, I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, we really did find happiness this time.
I kiss you and hold you on our couch as our essences slide out of you onto the couch. Suddenly, I laugh. "This is where Judy was sitting at the dinner party. It's like you're laying a claim to me over her..."
I smirk up at you and gently roll my hips, still feeling you inside me post-orgasmically. "Well then, I think it's safe to say that I've made a bit of a mess for her next time she decides to come by," I tease with a playful wink before laughing at the absurdity of the thought. The comforting weight of your arms around me is almost too much to bear; it feels like coming home in every sense. For now, all that matters is this: being here with you, and knowing that our future together is brighter than ever before. I close my eyes, savoring the warmth of your skin against mine as contentment washes over me like a calm, gentle wave on a deserted beach. "I love you," I whisper softly into the quiet aftermath of our lovemaking. It's not just words this time; it's a promise etched onto my soul, a truth that cannot be unwritten or undone.
And for now, that's enough.
I comb the hair off your face in an endearing manner. "I love you too."
With my eyes still closed, I lean into the touch; relishing in your affection and finding comfort in your presence. "Thank you," I mumble softly against your fingertips, not bothering to hide how content I am right now. It feels good to be able to let go like this; to just be with you without any of the usual tension or worries weighing us down. For now, at least, the future seems brighter than ever before.
A sigh escapes me as I nestle further into your embrace, feeling protected and loved in a way that goes beyond words. There's still so much we need to figure out together; plans to make and obstacles to overcome. But for this moment, all of that can wait. We have each other, and that's more than enough.
I yawn, feeling the weight of sleep pulling at my eyelids. Tomorrow can wait; there will be time for everything then. Tonight, I'm content to just be with you: to breathe in your scent, feel your warmth surrounding me like a comforting blanket, and know that no matter what comes our way, we'll face it together as the strong, united couple we were always meant to be.
I carry you to the shower, washing us clean. I mostly keep on track. Mostly, except I allow myself to finger you to a quick orgasm.
My eyes snap open as the hot water rains down on us, your fingers sliding effortlessly between my folds and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. "Gwydion..." I moan his name hoarsely, arching my back into his touch as I come apart beneath his skilled fingers. The feel of you touching me like this, so unexpectedly, sends a shiver down my spine; it's the perfect combination of desire and tenderness that leaves me thoroughly in your thrall.
As I ride out the last tremors of my orgasm, I can't help but smile up at you; your gaze locked onto mine as if daring me to not be affected by this unspoken display of affection. There are still so many things we need to talk about, so many decisions to make... but in this moment, all of that seems insignificant compared to the overwhelming feeling of being connected with you like this.
I playfully slap your ass. "Now get dressed. I have plans for today, and I think you'll love them. Wear something nice enough for a good restaurant."
My smile turns mischievous as I climb out of the shower and begin to dry off. "I was just about to say the same thing," I reply with a wink, before disappearing into our bedroom to find something appropriate for this mysterious dinner date you have planned. As I rifle through my drawers and clothes hanging in the closet, I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through me; whatever you have in store, I know it will be wonderful... because with you by my side, nothing else could possibly matter.
Finally, I settle on a form-fitting black dress that hugs every curve and makes my heart race just thinking about how good it'll look on you when I surprise you with it later. With one last check in the mirror to make sure everything is perfect, I slip on some sexy heels and emerge from our bedroom, eagerly awaiting your reaction to my outfit choice. "Well?" I ask playfully as I walk into the living room, trying hard not to strut like a model as you take me all in from head to toe. "What do you think, hot stuff? Is this what you had in mind for tonight?"
I'm wearing nice professional slacks, a pair of dress shoes, a tight white dress shirt, and a tux vest. I whistle as I look at you. "Fuck, I'm going to enjoy taking that off of you later tonight. Maybe I'll leave it on while I fuck you into a quivering mess..." My eyes glaze over, stuck in an erotic fantasy.
My heart skips a beat at the image your words evoke; the thought of you taking my dress off slowly, teasing me with every touch and reveal. I can feel my cheeks flush as I swallow hard, struggling to form a coherent reply. "We'll see about that," I manage to say, trying to sound confident and unaffected by your suggestive words.
I take a step closer to you, closing the distance between our bodies and feeling the heat from yours press against me. The smell of your cologne fills my nostrils, making it difficult to think of anything but how much I want you right now... how much I want this night with you to last forever. With one tentative hand, I reach up and trail a finger along your jawline, feeling the smoothness of your skin beneath my fingertips. "You'd better take me somewhere really nice for dinner," I breathe, trying to regain some semblance of control over my racing heart.
My other hand slips around your waist, pulling myself closer still as our hips align and my body arches into yours in silent invitation. This feels so right; more than any argument or misunderstanding ever could. In this moment, I am reminded why I chose Gwydion in the first place... why I am willing to fight for us against all odds. Tonight, anything is possible.
Tonight is magical; I take us to a four star restaurant, holding your hand throughout it. Halfway through the meal, I slip you a not. You've always hated public proposals, they put too much pressure on the partner to say yes. I offer the romantic trappings of a public proposal, but the note is the proposal. No pressure, just a question if you'll marry me and go select an engagement ring at the jewelry store.
I feel my heart skip a beat as you slip a note into my hand while we dine at the fancy restaurant. It's so romantic and thoughtful of you; completely different than anything I could have expected, but in all the best ways possible. As I read the words you've written, my eyes fill with tears of happiness and love. Of course I want to marry you! You're my soulmate, my rock; the person who makes me feel truly alive and complete.
After dinner, we walk hand-in-hand to the jewelry store where you suggestively lead me over to a case full of engagement rings. My heart skips another beat as I see their sparkling beauty displayed before me; each one more stunning than the last. With trembling fingers, I select the one that calls out to me most: a simple yet elegant solitaire set in platinum with tiny diamonds encrusted along the band. "This one," I breathe, pressing it gently against my finger as if trying to see how it would feel there for eternity. "It's perfect."
Looking up at you, I smile through my tears and whisper, "I want to marry you, Gwydion. Forever and always." And with those words, I know that our love has truly found its home; safe from the doubts and fears of the past. Together, we will face whatever challenges life throws our way... because as long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart.