We Are Dreamers

Entry Ten: Amy March

⚠️Heavy smut ahead.⚠️

~×This could be the end of everything×~

Imagine my surprise when my best friend came to me, a week before her marriage, asking the unthinkable. As we stood in my room, or rather I stood and she paced, I watched as she explained to me the pro's and con's of her request. She rambles when she gets nervous and quite honestly I found it adorable when she does so. Which was why I remained silent. Her dress fluttered behind her with every step. I simply cocked my head to the side and wait for her to finish. But it seemed that it wouldn't happen on its own.

"-and Jo says that you should always do it with someone you love and while I love Laurie, I just feel like I don't love him the way I should for something like this to happen-"

"Amy-"

"-and I know we will be married and have kids together and we'll have to bed one another at some point anyways. So this is really a stupid stupid idea but I can not help the thought of giving-"

"Amy March!"

I grasp her shoulders to stop her from moving anymore and bring our faces closer together. We were the same height so It helped as I slowly got my point across once her stunning green orbs found my eyes. Her worry slowly washed away the longer we held contact. And I felt her slump just slightly as if to give me the rest of her burdens to hold while she takes a moment to gather herself.

"... I'm sorry, Y/n."

One of my hands released her shoulder so I could comb some of her hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear gently. Only to cup her cheek and smile when she leans into my palm.

"Don't be sorry, I just wanted you to stop talking so I could give you a proper answer. Silly."

She blushes and instantly my arms are filled with a bashful young woman. And as I hold her against my chest, I rub her back soothingly and sway us in spot. Some time later I decided to speak.

"My cousin gets the satisfaction of marrying you, and I get the satisfaction of keeping you in my life. So what happens between us in my room will remain between us," I cup her cheek once more so I could lift her face up and meet her soft gaze. "I will always wish it were me you were marrying. But if all I get is your innocence and your friendship then I'll cherish both for as long as I live."

Amy has nothing to say to that, all she does is stare at me longingly before leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss to my waiting lips.

As I recall that night, a few things popped out at me during our heated moments together.

i. Amy's Body Language

It being her first time I knew she'd be sensitive, but what I didn't bank on was how responsive her body was to me. As if it called out to me and me alone. I knew the precautions of taking someone's virginity, but I was ready for that. I was ready for Amy to crave my touch when she was with Laurie. Or how she'd crave my lips over his. I was prepared and yet...I was still shocked when she cried out from her first orgasm of the night. Shocked because all I had done was place gentle kisses from her neck down to her feet. I took my time undressing her and worshiping her like the goddess I wish she knew she was.

Every twitch of her muscles when my fingers caressed areas that turned her on ever more. It brought a smile to my face when she'd gasp out my name, or I'd see her hands grasp at my sheets. I had barely gotten to the main course and I already had my poor best friend trembling beneath me. I glanced up and watched how her blonde hair was sprawled out on my pillows, perky breasts rising and falling as a blush traveled from her collarbones, up her neck and ends to the very tips of her ears. Her eyes squeezed shut as I kissed my way below even further.