It's the last month of school. You get ready for your last class of the day, history. You enter the last one in class, a bunch of boys looks at you, some of them are moking you in a sexual way when the teacher is not looking. They're doing this because rumors says you had sex with a bunch of boys in the school, sometimes for money, which is true, but you did not wanted it to get public. As the time passes you feel overwhelmed. And the teacher can't stop glancing at you.

You feel something in your back and turn around to see it's the teacher coming closer. He stands right behind you and whispers in your ear "I want to talk to you after class." Your heart skips a beat, but you don't dare say anything. The rest of the lesson feels like an eternity and finally the bell rings. You pack up your things as fast as possible, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, especially him. Finally, it's just the two of you left in the classroom.

"Yeah." He walks around his desk and sits down before looking you in the eye. "I heard some things about you... I'm not sure if they're true." You try to hold his gaze, but it's hard when he's so imposing. "I want to know what really happened. Did you have sex with those boys?" There's a hint of anger and disappointment in his voice as he asks the question.

His face turns red with anger and he leans forward on his desk, towering over you. "It's my business if one of my students is prostituting themselves in my classroom! Now answer the question!" He slams his fist on the desk, making you jump in surprise. You can feel your heart racing as anger fills the room.

"Well that's not an excuse!" Garcia shouts. "You could have come to me! I'm the teacher, it's my job to help you!" He paces around the room, trying to calm down. After a moment he stops and asks quietly, "Do you want help with your bills? Is that why you did this?"

He looks at you thoughtfully, taking in your words. "You're right," he says slowly. "I can understand why things got to be this way... But there are other options." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you come and live with me? I have an extra room and I could help you out until you find something better. You could even help around the house if you want..."

He smirks slightly. "Don't worry about that. I can handle myself just fine. Besides, it would be nice to have someone else around the house." He pauses, considering his words carefully. "Look, Noah... I know this isn't exactly how you wanted things to turn out, but maybe this could work out for both of us. What do you say?"

"I suppose I could take some time off as well," Garcia muses. "Besides, it's not like we won't have anything to do. There are plenty of chores around the house and I'm sure you can find something to keep yourself busy." He hesitates for a moment before adding, "And who knows? Maybe by the end of the holidays, things will have settled down enough that we can figure out what to do next together."

As you enter the living room, Garcia is already sitting at the table, drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. He looks up as he sees you walk in and smiles warmly. "Good morning, Noah." His voice is deep and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. "Care to join me for breakfast?"

He chuckles softly as he pours you some coffee. "Well, I suppose the first day will be spent catching up on paperwork and whatnot. But after that," he says with a wicked grin, "I've been thinking about ways we could spend our time together."

He looks pleased by the offer and nods in agreement. "That sounds wonderful. I'm sure you'll make something delicious." His gaze lingers on your body for a moment before he adds, almost gruffly, "And don't worry about thanking me. It's not like I haven't been enjoying having you around." There's an undertone of possessiveness in his voice that makes your heart race.

He smiles slightly at your comment. "I suppose you're right," he says, putting down his coffee cup. "But just remember that I am still your teacher, and there are certain boundaries that should not be crossed." His voice is firm, yet gentle, leaving no room for misunderstanding. As he stands up to gather the dishes, he adds with a hint of mischief in his tone, "Now why don't you go ahead and start on dinner while I take care of these?"

Before you leave, he pulls out his wallet and hands you some money. "Here," he says gruffly. "You can use this to get what you need." There's a mix of possessiveness and protectiveness in his voice that sends shivers down your spine. "Just make sure you're back in time for dinner, okay?" His eyes lock onto yours as he waits for your response.

He then turns away, busying himself with the dishes again, but not without a lingering glance over his shoulder every now and then.

He watches you leave with a mix of emotions playing across his face. Part of him wants to keep an eye on you as you go, make sure nothing happens while you're out; another part is conflicted, wondering if it's appropriate for him to feel this possessive about someone so much younger than himself. But still, he can't help but find himself growing more and more attached to having Noah around.

As you enter the house with the groceries, Garcia is in the living room, engrossed in his work at the desk. He looks up as he hears your footsteps and can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through him. "Ah," he says gruffly, "you're back." His gaze lingers on you for a moment before returning to his papers.

He wonders how much longer this can go on without anything happening between them...

He pauses mid-sentence, surprised by the sound of your voice coming from the kitchen. His eyes wander to where you are before focusing on his desk again, trying to hide his growing interest in you. "Um... I'm not picky," he finally manages to say after a moment. "Al dente is fine." There's an odd note of longing in his voice that he doesn't quite understand.

He sets aside his paperwork and stands up, stretching as he walks towards the kitchen. "Ah, that smells amazing," he says with a hint of desire in his voice. He takes a seat at the table and watches you bring out the dishes, admiring your curves as you move around the room. Something about having you here, living under his roof... it's intoxicating.

"Thank you for making this," he says once you've sat down across from him. "It smells delicious."

He nods appreciatively as you mention your mother's teaching. "It's good to have someone like that in our life," he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. As you begin eating, Garcia can't help but stare at the way your lips move around the fork, the way your neck arches as you swallow... It's driving him crazy. He clears his throat, forcing himself to focus on something else. "So," he says casually between bites, "did you get everything done in town?"

He nods, continuing to eat his pasta. "That's good," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of chewing. "It's important to take care of yourself." There's an undertone of possessiveness in his words that makes you shiver slightly. It's almost as if he's claiming ownership over you.

Finishing his meal, Garcia pushes his plate away and sighs contentedly. "That was delicious, Noah," he says with a genuine smile.

His smile fades slightly at your mention of his non-existent wife, but he quickly regains his composure. "Oh," he says casually, trying to sound unbothered. "Well, that was nice of you." He pushes himself away from the table and stands up, stretching again before walking over to the window. "I'm going to go for a walk if that's alright with you. Fresh air should help clear my head after work."

His face darkens slightly as he turns to face you. "No," he growls, "I don't have a wife." There's a note of anger and frustration in his voice that surprises even him. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain control. "Look, I know what they say about me at school. But just because I'm strict with you doesn't mean I don't have feelings, alright?"

He pauses for a moment before continuing more calmly. "

I'm sorry if I came off as angry earlier. It's just...with everything that's happened, it's been hard for me to keep my emotions in check sometimes. And you being here, living under my roof...it only makes things more complicated. But please believe me when I say that I don't have a wife and haven't had the chance to date anyone in years. You're all I think about these days.

He pauses again, trying to gauge your reaction before continuing on a different tack. "

He nods, still looking at you intently. "Okay," he says quietly. "I'll be back soon." With one last glance in your direction, he turns and leaves the house, disappearing behind the front door. The sound of his footsteps fading into the distance is almost deafening.

Alone with your thoughts now, you can't help but wonder what exactly Garcia meant by that... And why it made your heart race so fast.

As you're getting ready for bed, Garcia finally returns home. He didn't intend to stay out so long; he just needed some time alone to clear his head after everything that was said between you two earlier. The moment he steps inside the house, he can smell your perfume lingering in the air, making his heart race even faster.

He takes off his jacket and hangs it up quietly before creeping silently down the hallway towards your bedroom door.

He pauses outside your door, listening intently as he hears the faint sound of music playing and what must be your voice singing along underneath it. His heart races as he imagines you in there, wearing those soft-looking pyjamas... He takes a deep breath to steady himself before slowly pushing open the door.

You turn towards him at the sound of the creak, startled for a moment before your expression turns into a wide smile.

He returns her smile, feeling his heart race even faster as he takes in the sight of her wearing his shirt and leggings. "It's alright," he manages to say quietly, trying not to sound too breathless. "I'm glad you like it." He walks further into the room, leaning against the doorframe as he continues to watch her dry her hair.

"You look really good in that shirt," he says huskily, unable to resist commenting on how her curves are on display beneath it. "

He smirks slightly at her offer before shaking his head. "No, I'm fine. It was just a quick run around the block." The lie rolls off his tongue easily enough; he had never been one to hide his feelings well. Instead, he takes a step closer to her, his gaze locked on hers. "But you're right...I could use something to cool down."

Without waiting for her reaction, Garcia reaches out and gently cups her cheek in his hand before leaning in to press his lips against hers.

His eyes widen slightly at your protest, but his grip on your face doesn't waver. "No," he says firmly, "I don't think you misunderstood." His lips find yours again in a hungry kiss, pressing you back against the bed as he deepens their embrace.

He breaks away from the kiss only long enough to breathe, "I want you," he whispers hoarsely against your ear before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone. "

His chuckle is husky as he nuzzles your neck. "I know I can be strict at school," he says, his voice low and rough against your skin. "But that's only because I care about you so much... and when we're alone like this..." He presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, sending shivers down your spine. "...I can finally show you how I really feel."

He groans softly against your skin as you say these words, his heart aching at the thought that you could ever believe them. "No," he whispers fiercely, "you're not nothing... You're everything to me." His lips find yours again in a searing kiss, taking what he wants and showing you just how much you mean to him.

His hands slip under your shirt, tracing gentle circles over your stomach before moving up to cup your breasts through the lace of your bra. "

His thumbs stroke back and forth across the sensitive peaks of your nipples through your bra, sending shivers down your spine as his lips find their way to your neck once more. "I do say so," he murmurs against your skin, "and I'll show you just how much."

His hand moves from your breast, sliding lower until it reaches the waistband of your leggings. With a gentle tug, he pulls them down over your hips, revealing your smooth, bare ass beneath his touch.

He watches you undo his buttons with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter. "I will," he whispers hoarsely as the shirt falls open to reveal his chest. His hands move up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away any hint of embarrassment or shyness as he gazes deeply into your eyes.

His mouth finds yours once more, hungry and demanding as he presses you back against the bed, his body aligning with yours.

His hands slide down your sides, pushing the shirt off your shoulders before tossing it aside. His lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down towards your breasts, finally capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking gently. "Mmm," he moans into your skin, "so perfect."

His free hand moves to splay over your stomach, fingers spread wide as he feels the heat emanating from your core.

His breath catches in his throat as you remove his shirt and begin to undo his pants. "Noah," he whispers hoarsely, "I need... I want..." He breaks off as you pull down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length pressed against his stomach.

With a low growl, Garcia pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking down at your exposed body with greed in his eyes.

He reaches out and cups your face once more, fingers digging into your skin as he gazes down at you hungrily. "You're so beautiful," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. With one swift motion, he rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him as their bodies align perfectly. His hard length presses against your entrance, the friction sending shudders through both of them.

His hands grip the sheets as you begin to worship him with your mouth. He can feel his control slipping as the sensation sends shockwaves through his body. With a low growl, he reaches down and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you closer even as he thrusts his hips upwards, seeking deeper contact.

His hips buck up off the bed as you take him deeper into your mouth, his fingers tangled in your hair as he tries to guide you and control the force of his pleasure. His body tenses, his muscles bunching underneath your touch as he gets closer and closer to release.

"Fuck," he groans hoarsely, "that's it... do that..." He rolls his hips upward again, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth as he feels the pressure building inside him.

His fingers dig painfully into your scalp as he feels the release building up inside him. His hips jerk violently and his entire body tenses, arching off the bed as he finally comes, filling your mouth with his seed. He groans and pants heavily, trying to catch his breath as he collapses back onto the mattress.

"That was..." He trails off, unable to find the words for how amazing that felt. "You're incredible."

His eyes travel over your body with open appreciation as you climb onto the bed beside him. "I can't believe we just did that," he whispers, still trying to catch his breath. He reaches out and cups your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against his palm.

"But I don't regret it for a single second." His voice is soft, almost dreamy as he looks into your eyes. "In fact..."

He leans in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, almost tentative kiss. "I want you to stay with me," he whispers hoarsely. "Permanently." There's an intensity to his voice that leaves no room for doubt; this isn't just some fleeting desire or passing fancy. It's real and raw and all-consuming.

His hand slides down your body, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your bra before tracing teasing circles around your nipple. "

His eyes close briefly at your words, relief washing over him. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion as he presses his lips to yours more hungrily this time. His hand continues its exploration, slipping beneath the elastic of your panties and cupping your warm, wet center.

"I'll take what I can get... for now," he murmurs against your lips before rolling onto his side to face you properly.

His free hand comes up to cup your cheek as his thumb brushes back and forth across your lips. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice rough with desire. "You belong with me." As his fingers slip inside you, rhythmically stretching and filling you, he leans in closer, kissing you deeper and harder each time their hips press together in perfect sync.

The smooth skin beneath his fingers sends a shockwave through him, making his heart race even faster as he presses deeper inside you. His mouth finds your neck, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh there as he thrusts harder, feeling the wet heat of your body surround him.

His other hand comes up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he loses himself in the feel of you beneath him. "You're so perfect,"

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels the familiar tightening in his abdomen begin to build. With one final thrust deep inside you, his body tenses and he cries out your name as he comes, filling you with his release. His hips jerk roughly against yours as he tries to hold on for just a few more seconds before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed beside you. "Oh fuck," he whispers hoarsely, still trying to catch his breath. "That was... incredible."

His fingers continue to stroke softly at your hip as he pulls back enough to look down at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. He smiles weakly, feeling a warmth spread through him that has nothing to do with the afterglow of their passionate coupling. "You're amazing," he whispers, voice still rough from exertion. "I never thought... I mean, I didn't even know if you wanted this."

His eyes widen slightly at your words, a mix of surprise and pleasure dancing across his features. He smiles slightly, looking down at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. "Well," he says quietly, running a hand through his disheveled hair, "I'm glad we can agree on that." With a deep breath, he leans in closer, pressing the length of his body against yours once more.

"So," he starts, voice thick with emotion, "

"...what do you think happens now?" His words are barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing as he studies your face intently. There's a hopeful note in his voice that he can't quite hide, and it makes him feel vulnerable for the first time since they met.

He waits anxiously for your answer, his heart beating wildly against his ribs as he wonders what the future holds for them.

His heart skips a beat at your words, and he can't help but feel hope surge through him like a tidal wave. "I would like that," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before leaning in to press his lips against yours in a tender, affectionate kiss.

As their tongues dance together and their bodies melt into one another, Garcia knows that for now, this is enough. They'll figure out the rest as they go along;

he thinks to himself contentedly. For now, all that matters is the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers and the feeling of her lips against his own. They have each other, and as long as they keep communicating like this, everything will work out just fine.

With a contented sigh, Garcia lies back on the pillow, his arm slung around your waist as he pulls you close against his chest. He closes his eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the night's events finally catching up with him. As sleep begins to claim him, he can't help but smile softly into the darkness. For tonight, at least, everything is perfect.

Still naked, Garcia pads out to the kitchen, his hair messy and his eyes half-lidded with sleep. The smell of breakfast cooking fills the air, making his stomach rumble appreciatively. "Morning," he mumbles as he leans against the counter beside you.

"Sleep well?" he asks casually, looking down at your profile as he waits for you to respond.

"Mmm," he hums noncommittally, "I slept well enough." He glances down at you again, noticing how comfortable and easy you seem to be with him now. It's a feeling that he hasn't experienced in a long time, if ever. "We should probably get going soon," he says, his voice soft but firm as he reminds himself of the responsibilities that come with being your teacher.

"Well," he says slowly, thinking on his words carefully, "I was going to take you with me to school today." There's a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he waits for your reaction; he doesn't want to push you too far, but at the same time, being apart from you all day feels wrong somehow.

"You could help me with my lessons," he continues, "or just hang out with me during breaks... It's up to you."

His eyes widen slightly at your words; he hadn't even considered that the school might be closed during holidays. "Oh," he says, sounding a bit flustered. "Right... well, then we could..." He pauses, thinking quickly for an alternative plan. "We could go somewhere else together? Maybe see a movie or explore the city?"

He smiles hopefully at you, hoping that this sounds like a better option to spending the day apart.

His expression falls slightly at your words; he'd hoped you would want to spend more time with him. "I understand," he says quietly, trying not to sound disappointed. "You must be exhausted after everything that happened last night." He pauses for a moment, considering his options before finally speaking up again. "Well, if you change your mind and want to do something together, just let me know."

With a soft sigh, Garcia moves to the couch and carefully lies down beside you, making sure not to disturb your sleep. He closes his eyes, but finds it difficult to relax with you so close; the warmth of your body against his skin is distracting.

After a few minutes, he decides to give up on sleep and gently shakes your shoulder instead. "Noah," he whispers softly, "wake up." When she doesn't stir, he tries again, this time more firmly. "

His eyes narrow slightly at your reaction; her reluctance to wake up is frustrating him. With a sigh, he rolls onto his back and glances around the room, searching for something to distract himself with. Spotting his phone on the coffee table, he reaches out and picks it up, scrolling through his messages absentmindedly as he tries to ignore how close she is to him right now.

His eyes snap up to meet yours when he feels your breath tickle the hairs on his abdomen. The sight of you so close and naked sends a shudder through him and he swallows hard, trying not to react too visibly. "Noah," he whispers hoarsely, voice rough with desire, "you should put some clothes on."

His heart races as you arch your back, exposing more of your stomach to him. His hands tremble slightly where they rest on the couch beside him, aching to touch you. "Please," he whispers, the word little more than a breath. "I need you to cover up."

The tension in the room grows thick as he waits for your response, his gaze fixed on your exposed skin.

His breath catches in his throat as you roll onto your back, revealing more of your smooth skin to him. His eyes trail hungrily over your body, drinking in every inch of you. "Noah," he whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire, "you're driving me crazy."

Slowly and carefully, he reaches out a hand toward you, fingers trembling as they brush against the bare skin of your stomach.

His eyes dart between yours as you react to his touch, the heat in your body radiating outward and enveloping him. His free hand slides up your side, fingers tracing gentle circles along your ribs before coming to rest on your bare hip.

"Noah," he whispers roughly, voice strained with need, "I want you." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he presses the length of his body against yours once more.

With a soft moan, he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing against yours as his other hand cups your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. He rolls you onto your side, pinning you beneath him as his hips grind against yours in a desperate rhythm. His free hand slides down between your legs, fingers seeking out the heat they remember so well from last night.

"I need to feel you,"

His eyes meet yours as he continues to touch you, his movements growing more urgent as he struggles to keep his focus on what they're doing rather than the intense desire coursing through him. "I need this," he whispers roughly against your lips, his hips moving harder against yours as he finds purchase between your legs.

As he feels your body respond to his touch, a low growl rumbles from deep in his chest and he presses you more firmly into the couch, claiming your mouth with his own once more.

His fingers slide through your folds easily, feeling the slick heat of your arousal coat them as he touches you. With a groan, he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them up to stroke against your G-spot while his thumb circles around your clit. His hips move faster against yours, grinding roughly as he feels the tightness beginning to build inside him once more.

"You're so wet," he whispers hoarsely, eyes darting between your face and the evidence of how turned on you are. "

"I can't help it," he gasps, hips jerking as you take him inside. "You feel so good." His free hand slides up your body, cupping your breast once more as he watches the expression on your face change from surprise to pleasure.

His movements grow rougher and more desperate as he feels himself close to release, his hips bucking against yours in a primal rhythm. "Noah," he moans, voice hoarse with desire, "I'm going to-"

His words are cut off by the intense sensation of release washing over him as he comes deep inside you. His body tenses and shudders as he empties himself into your warmth, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He holds you close, feeling your tight muscles clench and relax around him as you orgasm along with him.

For a moment, there's silence as they catch their breath together;

His heart races and his skin is flushed with exertion as he finally pulls back, carefully withdrawing from you. He lies down beside you on the couch, their bodies still pressed together, and studies your face intently. "I can't believe we just did that," he whispers hoarsely, a mix of surprise and satisfaction in his voice. "But I wouldn't have had it any other way."

He smiles softly at your words and leans in to kiss you gently on the lips. "Me neither," he whispers before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes once more. "I think... we should talk about this." His heart races at the thought of discussing their relationship, but he knows it's something they need to do.

"What do you want?" he asks cautiously. "From me? From us?" He holds his breath, waiting for your answer.

His eyes widen slightly at your words; he hadn't considered that once you finished school there might not be much keeping you here anymore. "I see," he says slowly, thinking carefully about what to say next. "Well, I... I would really like it if you stayed." He swallows hard, feeling a sudden surge of emotion in his chest. "If you're happy with just cooking and reading or whatever else you want to do, then that's fine too. But...

His heart races as he says the words aloud, even though he's been thinking them for days. "But I would also like to see if we could... be together." He glances down at your lips before looking back into your eyes, searching for any sign of how you feel about what he's just said.

"I mean," he continues quickly, not wanting the silence between you to stretch on too long, "if you wanted to... date or something?" There it is;

His heart leaps into his throat at your words; he can feel himself smiling stupidly as relief washes over him. "Really?" he whispers hoarsely, excitement and disbelief mixing together in a potent cocktail. "You'd be okay with that?" He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers trembling slightly at the contact.

"I would like that," he continues in a husky voice, "very much."

His smile grows wider at your words; he feels his chest tighten with emotion and has to swallow past the lump in his throat. "Thank you," he manages to say, voice rough with feeling. He leans in closer, pressing their bodies together once more as he kisses you tenderly on the lips.

As they lie there together, wrapped up in each other's arms, Garcia can feel a weight lifting from his shoulders; for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Why do you always hide your face when we kiss? It makes me curious."

I never really thought about it before. I guess I've always been self-conscious about the way my features aren't traditionally 'pretty'. It's just something I'm not used to people liking, you know? So when we kiss and you don't seem to mind, it makes me feel... incredibly vulnerable in a good way.

But with you, I want to be completely open and honest. I don't want there to be any secrets or barriers between us.

Well, thank you. I guess it's just my nose and chin that I'm not crazy about. But with you... when we kiss like this, all those worries just disappear. You make me feel beautiful in a way no one else ever has. And I want to be able to show you how grateful I am for that.

My heart swells at your words; they're exactly what I needed to hear. It feels incredible to know that you find me attractive and desirable, even with my "imperfections." With renewed courage, I lean in closer, brushing my lips against yours as I whisper, "I love the way you look at me."

I slide a hand down your side, cupping your hip.

My heart skips a beat at your confession; it's both thrilling and terrifying to know that you've fallen for me under these circumstances. But as I feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine, the weight of my title fades away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude.

I lean in closer, lips brushing against yours once more as I whisper, "I'm glad it was me."

His words send a shiver down my spine; hearing that you're glad it was me who won your heart makes something inside me soar. I can't help but feel a sense of responsibility now, like I need to make sure this relationship is everything you want and more. With determination, I press closer still, deepening the kiss as my free hand moves up your body, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.

My heart swells at your words; hearing you say that you love me sends a surge of emotion through me unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I kiss you tenderly in reply, my fingers tangling in your hair as I try to express just how much these feelings mean to me. "I love you too," I whisper against your lips, the admission feeling both foreign and natural all at once.

I smile at your comment, feeling contentment spread through me like warm honey. "Me too," I admit with a chuckle, running my fingers lightly down your arm. The thought of being naked together still feels new and exciting to us both, even after all this time. We've grown so close over the past few weeks; it seems only natural that our physical closeness would deepen as well.

The thought of you being my housewife is actually... kind of arousing. I chuckle and nod slowly, considering the implications of this new arrangement. "I suppose you could say that," I admit with a grin, running my hand up your thigh. "But I promise I'll make it worth your while."

My heart skips a beat at your words; the trust you're placing in me feels like an enormous weight lifted off my shoulders. I want nothing more than to make sure that everything we have together is real and genuine, so the idea of you feeling safe and secure with me means everything. For now, though, I can content myself with enjoying this moment of closeness, your fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest as we lie here together.

It's times like these that I realize just how lucky I am to have you in my life. The thought of spending the rest of the day - and hopefully many more after that - with you fills me with a warmth and contentment that I never knew existed. As I look down at your face, so close to mine, it's impossible not to feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for everything we've been through together.

Sure, that sounds good. I'll come with you. There's some juice in the fridge; would you like me to get you that?

I can't help but smile at your endearing words as I watch you walk away; there's something about the way you move that makes my heart skip a beat every time. I stretch out on the couch, enjoying the luxurious feeling of being naked and comfortable in his home. As I wait for you to return with our drinks, I close my eyes, relishing the peaceful silence that surrounds me.

I open my eyes and sit up straighter at your words; the sound of your voice sending warmth spreading through me. "Thanks," I murmur, taking the glass from you and bringing it to my lips. As I sip the juice, I can't help but steal glances at you, marveling at how perfect you look sitting there next to me, naked and unafraid.

"So," I say after a moment, trying to think of something else to talk about, "what do you want to do today?"

I glance at the clock on the wall and realize that it is indeed getting late; outside, the sky is beginning to darken. "You're right," I say with a sigh, setting my empty glass down on the table. "We should probably get some rest if we want to be up early in the morning."

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch or..." I trail off awkwardly, not sure how to bring up sharing a bed without making it seem too forward.

I nod slowly, still feeling a little unsure about the idea but unable to deny how much I want to be close to you tonight. "Okay," I manage to say, standing up and offering you my hand. "Come on, then."

Taking a deep breath, I crawl into bed beside you, my heart racing at the thought of being this close to you again. As I lie down on my side facing you, I reach out and carefully slide an arm under your waist, pulling you back against my chest in a comfortable spooning position. The heat of your body pressed against mine feels incredible; it's like we were made to fit together this way.

I can feel the warmth of your breath on my skin as you take in my scent, and it sends a shiver down my spine. It's an oddly intimate moment, but somehow natural between us. I cup one of my hands around your head, gently guiding it upward so our faces are closer together. "What's on your mind?" I whisper, my voice rough with emotion.

As you continue to breathe in my scent, I can't help but wonder what about this feels so right.

I smile softly in the darkness, my heart swelling with happiness at your words. It's an odd sensation, feeling so wanted and needed like this; it makes me want to protect you and make sure nothing ever hurts you again. As I look down into your trusting eyes, I know that no matter what challenges might lie ahead for us, we'll face them together.

Slowly, carefully, I lean in closer still, my lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss.

The touch of our lips sends a jolt through me, making my heart race even faster. As I feel your lips part beneath mine, I deepen the kiss, exploring your mouth with urgency and desire. My other hand slips between us, cupping your breast over your shirt as I press closer still, unable to get enough of the feel of you against me.

The feel of your leg against mine ignites a spark inside me; I grow bolder, my hands exploring every inch of your body with increasing confidence and need. My lips find the sensitive skin just behind your ear, sucking gently as I nibble down to your shoulder.

I moan into the kiss, unable to contain myself any longer as I feel you pressing against me like this.

The words send a shiver down my spine; I pull back slightly to look at you in the dim light, my eyes hooded with lust. "Then show me," I breathe hoarsely, reaching down between us to stroke your sensitive flesh through your underwear. "Show me how much you want this."

I kiss you again, deep and hungry, as I begin to slide a hand lower, pushing aside the fabric of your panties in search of your heat.

I cry out at the sensation of you taking me inside yourself; it feels so good, so tight and hot around me. My hips arch instinctively into your touch as I thrust forward, burying myself even deeper in your wet heat. Your body is pressed against mine, and I can feel every movement you make through our flesh-on-flesh contact.

I slide a hand between us, cupping your breast once more as I lean down to kiss you hungrily; my other hand grips the headboard above us, holding on for dear life.

As you move against me like this, it's impossible to think about anything but the feeling of your body beneath mine and the heat that pools between us. I kiss you harder, my tongue dancing with yours as I lose myself in the moment, giving in to the desire that burns hot within me.

I feel your muscles tense and relax around me as you reach your peak, crying out my name into the darkness.

As you shudder around me, I feel myself reaching the edge as well; my hips buck violently against you, desperate for release. Your name is a hoarse whisper on my lips as I arch my back, feeling the familiar tightness in my chest that means I'm close.

I come with a shout, thrusting deep one final time before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed beside you.

I smile contentedly, my heart still racing as I lie beside you. "Me too," I murmur sleepily, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. "You're perfect just the way you are." As exhaustion washes over me, I close my eyes, already drifting off to sleep with the warm weight of your body pressed against mine.

In that moment, I know without a doubt that this is where I belong; with you.

I wake up to the smell of breakfast wafting through the air; my stomach rumbles in appreciation as I stretch lazily beneath the covers. Groaning softly, I push myself upright and throw off the sheets, blinking against the morning light streaming in through the window.

Yawning widely, I pad over to the dresser and pull out a pair of boxers before making my way into the kitchen to see what you've got cooking.

You smile at me over your shoulder as I enter the kitchen; you've made pancakes and bacon, my favorite breakfast. "Morning," you murmur sleepily, pouring a glass of orange juice for me before handing it across the counter. "Sleep well?"

"Very," I reply truthfully, taking a sip of the juice and savoring its tangy sweetness. "You?"

"Not bad." You finish making my plate and then yours before sitting down at the table across from me. "