Mine

[52]

I was ecstatic. Really, truly ecstatic. It didn't come from the time showing up like when I was actually dressed and ready to go to the club. The few weeks leading up to Blaise and I going on our weekend trip to Ireland I was excited. I had something to live for. It didn't matter how little of a getaway it was.

My parents were equally excited for me. They were so happy that I had something to look forward to and that I was acting more like myself in the sense that I wasn't just fully moping around.

And so here Blaise and I were, acting like tourists in Ireland. We went through the some of the outer country lands first and spent a night at an Inn out there, but now it was Saturday night and we were staying at a cute Bed and Breakfast in Dublin. We had gone through the usual recommended spots for tourists in Dublin, but nightfall had come, and we found ourselves in a pub within walking distance of our bed and breakfast.

I couldn't help but laugh as Blaise cracked jokes about the local beers, his jokes making the normalcy within me even more so prevalent. I was pleasantly surprised by how absolutely ordinary everything felt. For once I didn't feel like the depressed girl who saw a word and then had her boyfriend leave her behind. I felt like Gemma Brooks. The girl who was moving on.

* * *

Blaise and I had made it back to our room, and he was fast asleep. I couldn't bring myself to sleep. We shared a bedroom with two queen beds, like we'd done in the last two cities, but this time I found myself wide awake and staring at Blaise. Once again, I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was.

I felt my legs leading me out of my bed and to the side of the bed that Blaise was soundly sleeping in. "Blaise." I said quietly, shaking his right shoulder.

His eyes suddenly snapped open, taking in my appearance as I stood before him. "What is it?" He finally murmured, "Another nightmare?"

"No." I whispered as I pulled the comforter that hugged him up so that he was forced to shift away from the edge of the mattress and make room for me.

"Are you alright?" He asked as I dropped down beside him.

I turned so that we were face-to-face, nodding my head slowly. "Yes." I breathed out, knowing my breath had hit his face. He seemed to freeze, his breath getting caught at the top of his throat. He was clearly both wordless and breathless, but after a beat, his arm wrapped around my waist.

All I could do was inhale a deep breath in through my nose. For the first time in months I knew what I wanted, and it was him. I pressed my lips to his, feeling reluctant at first, but once I felt his lips match mine, I gained confidence.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as I pressed my body closer to his. Blaise responded by bringing his other arm around my waist and pulling me in tightly, so that I was pressed flush against his body. And just like that, our lips were moving in a beautiful sense of synchronization, his arms pulling me closer as my hands ran over his scalp. I barely registered the fact that I was pulling at his shirt until it was being thrown behind me. It didn't take much thought, and I barely fully appreciated what was happening, but then Blaise was hovering above me, both of us naked. 

"Is this alright?" He whispered, carefully studying my face.  I nodded in response, and then I gasped out as I felt him enter me, my fingernails digging into the skin just beneath his shoulder blades.

Soft moans escaped me as he moved in and out of me slowly, his hands gripped at my waist the entire time. His lips softly cascaded down my neck, making my own eyes roll back into their sockets. I tightened my grip on him, my nails dragging down his back as he thrusted in and out.