Protective

Ours

Lana

I don't think I had ever even been to Yeremy's apartment before. When he was my bodyguard he lived with us.

But he wasn't my bodyguard anymore. I don't think I quite realized that before. He wasn't here to protect me that way anymore.

He was Yeremy Maximoff, a name that was quickly starting to mean something in the motherland and he was my boyfriend now.

Yeremy was a drug lord and I was a model with more nepotism that I knew what to do with. I owned a fashion magazine while my boyfriend sold drugs worldwide.

How did all of this happen in such a short time?

"Do you like it?" he asked.

I smiled. He was so cute when he asked me things like that. Like if I liked the new car he got, or the watch he was wearing, the way he styled his hair.

I never thought of Yeremy of being insecure. I still didn't think he was, but now there was a bit of him that wanted my approval and I wasn't so sure if I had that yet.

There was only one way to find out.

I grabbed his hand, "You can give me the tour later, lover."

I had no idea where his bedroom was but I picked the first room I saw and shoved us in it. Unfortunately it was a closet. A broom closet. With a bucket, a mop, and cleaning supplies.

He laughed at me as I pouted, "Don't laugh," I ordered.

"How can I not laugh?" he smiled back, "You're so cute."

He tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, leaning in and giving me a kiss that I happily took. I loved those.

"Come," he grabbed my hand, leading us out the closet and towards what I can only assume was his bedroom door.

I smiled, everything about it reminded me of him, but it was the smell that I loved the most. It smelled just like Yeremy.

I pushed him towards the bed, sitting him down at the edge before slipping out of my shoes. I took off all my clothes right there, leaving them littered across his floor.

Meeting his eyes scared me a bit. The way he was looking at me, I don't think I have ever felt more beautiful. Not behind a camera, not trying on new clothes, not painting my face with makeup, not ever.

I walked over to him, standing between his legs, "I want you."

He nodded slowly as if just barely hearing me, planting a small kiss on my chest before pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the little band of his boxers. The way that band looked across his waist was easily one of the most attractive things about him.

I let my hands roam his chest lightly, feeling every curve of his muscles.

Gratuity was all I had towards his parents for making him. To them and to my family for training him.

I slid my hands up his neck, cupping his jaw in my face to look in his eyes. What a beautiful color hazel those were.

"So pretty," I told him, filled with amazement at the little smile he'd get whenever I complimented him.

I pulled his face to mine and kissed his lips before slipping my tongue into his mouth slowly.

Sweet. He always tasted so sweet and as hungry as it made me for more, I wanted us to take our time.

I pressed my hand on his chest pushing him down on the bed, climbing his body to return our lips together.

He tangled his hands in my hair his other hand on my waist as I fumbled around with his belt. Not as easy as it looked unfortunately which made Yeremy smile from underneath my lips.

"Do you need help?" he asked, his lips still glistening from my kisses.

I nodded almost sheepishly and he joined my hands to undo his belt and his pants.

He flipped us over so that I was on my back and planted kisses along my neck which made the softest moans escape my lips. His touch always made me feel as if I had just lost control of my body completely. I could only react to his hands and mouth.

Yeremy took off his pants and boxers and I could see just how hard he was down there.

I cupped his face, bringing his eyes back to mine, "I want to go slow this time."

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Yeremy

Slow.

God, I loved Lana.

I went as slow as she wanted. Here she was giving me the chance that I had been dying for since the first time we did this.

She wanted to explore my body, not for sex, but for curiosity and I wanted to do the same.

I mean I loved this girl. Wholly and completely.

I wanted to get to know the body that stored the soul that had my heart entrapped so well.

I kissed her cheek, running my hands down the sides of her hips as her body curved into mine. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so beautiful.

She ran her nails against my arms softly, "I like these."

I smiled against her neck, "They're yours. It's all yours."

"Hmm," I could already sense her smile, "Ours. Let's share."

"Ours," I repeated, "I like the sound of that."

"Good," she said, "Everything is ours to share."

I kissed her lips, "Always."

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