"Touch them," he said softly in my ear. I stood still, barely breathing. He slowly brought one hand to the hem of the shirt and raised it almost to his chin. I looked down to his exposed stomach. My eyes widened and tears quickly filled my eyes. I closed them shut immediately and shook my head. "Touch them," he repeated almost sounding desperate this time. I still refused to move or open my eyes. A couple seconds after his second request for me to touch them, I felt long cold fingers gently wrap around my wrist. He slowly pulled my hand to his stomach and gently laid it flat. I felt long, scratchy lines, gently scraping their hard surfaces against the palm of my hand. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my hand sprawled over his scars. I slid my hand, delicately, down his stomach feeling every long line on my way. I slowly slid it back up and grabbed the hem of his shirt with both of my hands. I pulled it back down over his midsection then slid my hands back up his, now shirt clad, stomach. I placed one hand on the back of his neck then swept a piece of hair from his face. "You're still perfect," I breathed. I let a tear slip before he opened his own teary eyes. "You are the first person to ever touch my scars, new and old. The first person who wasn't afraid. The first person to accept and love all of me," by the end he was choking back sobs and I was freely letting the tears fall. "Always," I whispered. "Never," he whispered back. Always, we will always have problems and we will always get through them together. We will always love each other. Never, we will never judge each other for our flaws or our past. We will never break our always. I leaned up with both of my arms clinging to the back of his neck and kissed his lips. I felt his arms reach around me. One arm placed across my shoulder blades, reaching from shoulder to shoulder. The other arm laid across my lower back, holding me as close and as tightly as possible. It felt as if he would never let me go. And I never wanted him to. I felt him start to push into me so I took a small step back. As he kept pushing I continued taking small and careful steps backwards until I felt my back hit the wall. He slid his hands up my body and to my shoulders. He began to drag just his fingertips down my arms until his hands reached mine. He unwrapped my arms from around his neck and gently grabbed my wrists. He brought my hands up above my head and pushed harder into me. He crept his tongue into my mouth as he began to slide his hands back down my arms. Once his hands reached the sides of my ribs I dropped my hands back down and tangled them in his hair. I pulled lightly and heard him let out the quietest moan as he carefully started grinding into me. His hands soon reached my hips as he wrapped his arms around me and, once again, held me as tight as possible. The kiss began to get rougher as I tangled my hands further into his hair. "Jump," he mumbled into the kiss. I did as he said and wrapped my legs around his waist. We never stopped the kiss, not even for a second. The kiss was slow, gentle and deep, passionate and beautiful. His hands gently caressed my bottom. He rubbed my butt slowly, barely grazing the surface. I giggled slightly in the kiss from the tickling sensation. I felt his lips pull up into a smirk before he began to walk down the hall. My back hit the bedroom door and I heard it squeak open. He broke the kiss and laid me down on the bed. He carefully crawled on top of me and pecked my lips. He kissed the corner of my lips, then down my jaw, then left light hickeys down my neck, stopping at my collar bone. He lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes. He faintly smiled then brought one of his hands up and caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned my face into his hand. Keeping my eyes closed I turned my head and I kissed the palm of his hand before lacing his hand with mine. I kissed up his arm, then up his collar bone and neck, leaving light hickeys. I got to the corner of his lips before I opened my eyes and kissed his nose. His eyes flashed open with a smirk on his face. He leaned forward which, in return, made me fall backwards. I looked up at him breathless. He sat up then straddled my legs, one knee on each side of my thighs. His hands carefully grabbed the hem of my shirt and he wiggled it up. I raised my arms above my head and sat up slightly. He pulled the shirt off the rest of the way. He rested his hands on both sides of my neck then began to glide them down my chest. As his hands passed my breasts he put more force behind his hands and gave a gentle squeeze. He continued dragging his hands down my torso until he reached the top of my jeans. He unbuttoned my pants ever so slowly before sliding his pointer finger between the sides of the zipper, undoing that as well. He grabbed the top of my jeans and tugged them down to meet his own legs. He leaned up a bit then slid the jeans further down my legs and behind him. He stayed up on his knees as I kicked my jeans the rest of the way down my legs, making sure that my thighs brushed his crotch every now and then. He leaned down and pecked my lips again, he then kissed my chin and went down the center of throat. As he slowly kissed down my body, I felt his hand run up my thigh. He grazed past my privates before gently massaging my other thigh. One of his hands tangled in my hair as one of mine grips his arms and the other, the sheets. He carefully brought his hand back to my privates before grazing his knuckle up my panties. He hooked his fingers into the waist band of my panties and we went through the same process as the jeans. His lips finally reached my bellybutton as his hand slid down and gently went through the bottom of my bra. He began to palm my breast as I felt a finger gently graze over my slit. He ran his finger up and down my slit until I started squirming. He brought his thumb to my clit as his my started forming hickeys in my hips. As I began to moan, he started swirling his thumb faster and adding more pressure. I was close, he knew it too, before he pulled away with a smirk on his face, leaned up to my face, and kissed my nose. I squinted my eyes at him, probably looking like an angry chihuahua. I got over it quickly though and leaned up to kiss his lips. I began tugging on his shirt, implying that I wanted his off as well. "It's only fair," I whispered quietly. He smiled then nodded. He cautiously pulled his shirt over his head. I watched his stomach as he did so. I watched the muscles move under his scars as he removed his shirt. I watched the muscles tense as I gently reached a hand forward and brushed my finger tips over the scars. I watched his stomach as I grabbed his shoulders and laid him down on the opposite end of the bed. I stopped watching his stomach once I closed my eyes and leaned down to placed the first kiss on his scars. I kissed every single long, rigid line twice. Once to show I loved him and another time to kiss away his pain. I undid his jeans and pulled them down. I kissed his crotch through his boxers before sliding them down as well. I licked up the bottom of his hard penis before leaning up and kissing his nose. He looked at me, exasperated. Now it was my turn to smirk as I looked down at him. He leaned up and pressed his lips to mine. It was hard and slow. His hands slid up my back and unhooked my bra.He slowly slid the straps off my shoulders before tossing it to the ground. He kissed me gently, and before I could notice that it was happening, he rolled me so my back was on the bed and he was on top of me. He looked me in the eyes and smiled; he brushed my hair back then leaned down and began to kiss me hard and slow again. He put his hands on either side of my head and pushed himself up. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and got between them. He pulled away from the kiss and looked directly into my eyes. I brought my hands up and locked them behind his neck. He reached a hand down and lined himself up. I felt his tip twitch and I shivered slightly. I wriggled a little at his slow entrance and stopped when a chill ran down my spine at the sensation. "Do it," I whispered, trying to reassure him. Before I could say something else he slammed into me. I arched my back and moaned loud. Partly from pain and mainly from pleasure. He groaned and dropped down on his forearm, his head in my neck leaving light little kisses and and his other hand gripping the sheets. He stayed still for a few seconds to let me adjust before he started moving again. He pulled back then slowly thrust in again. After a few more gentle thrusts he began thrusting harder. Hard and slow. He lifted his head and faced the ceiling, moans leaving both of our mouths. His eyes were closed tight and his jaw clenched closed. He began to move faster as he dropped his head back into my neck. His groans making vibrations on the sensitive skin of my neck added to the pleasure and my moans grew louder. I was close as I felt his hand reach down and start to toy with my clit. I whined and moaned and squirmed all at once as I came. I moaned his name and he moaned mine as he came a few seconds after. He pulled out and dropped down on top of me. Our breathing was hard and we were both tuckered out. After a few minutes, I felt his breaths get lighter before I heard quiet snores leaving his lips. I reached an arm up and across his shoulders; my other arm gently caressed the back of his head as my fingers slid into his slightly damp hair. "I love you," I heard him slightly whisper. I wasn't sure if he had woken up or said that in his sleep. Either way, I whispered back, "I love you too." And so we slept, just like that. With his head buried in my neck, our fingers lost in each others hair, arms around each other and in love.
