Four - A Soulmate Story

Oral and Tea Time

A sudden feeling of it dragging up my body fell upon me. "You sure? Just tap me if you want me to stop at any stage." I opened my mouth wide. Moans explored their way around the room as the stream became continuous until he eventually removed it. "Strawberry definitely enjoyed THAT." He tucked it back into his pants and I worked my hardest to sit back up, but ended up instantly slouching back down. I was now in what I usually slept in, nothing but underwear. I curled into my regular sleeping position as Sky curled his arms around me into a sleeping hug. We slept like this every night. "Sleep well Strawb-" I drifted away into my own parallel universe.

About 3 hours later, I awoke. It was about 1 in the afternoon, which was earlier than I thought I would wake up. Skyve was slouched against the backboard, his hand placed on my hip, gently massaging his thumb around it. Unlike he usually did, he stared longingly into his favourite book, squinting and holding his reading glasses closer to his face. Gracefully, he flipped the page and sat the pair of glasses back onto his nightstand. I rolled over and clung to his leg. "Hello love." Once again, he brushed his hand below my waistband, rubbing it up and down that area.

Over my time asleep, I had forgotten what today was meant to be, but in that moment of true compassion flooding inside me as I stared into his eyes, all of the memories seemed to appear back. I mustered up all of my remaining strength to fumble on top of his legs and shuffle up them into his open lap. The book also got put to the side as he welcomed me in and held me close. I felt my breath reflect back off of his chiselled jawline, as he leant in, spreading a huge grin across my face.

"We'll do it later, I wanna set the mood properly." He kissed my forehead to soften the saddening news, but I didn't care, as long as it was him. How he understood that's what I was thinking about, I don't know.. I guess I never will. "Can we have tea..? I'm craving it a bit right now." He chuckled and pecked my lips, lifting me up by my thighs and laying me back down onto the bed. "I'll be right back, princess." At the thought of his silly pet name for me, I giggled, waking me up even more. No less than two minutes later, he entered his bedchamber again. In his arms, he carried a tray with a china teapot and two ornately decorated teacups. The swirling blue patterns really complemented its shape and size.

The steam escaped the pot as he removed the lid and took in the boiling hot water vapour. My hand covered his by instinct, trying to keep the hatch on the teapot in place. His hand trembled in place as he chuckled at my instant protectiveness, I hated to see him hurt in any way. He poured the warm beverage into the two noble cups as I took one and held it in the most elegant way possible. Him on the other hand, roughly handled the delicate thing and practically fumbled with it due to its miniscule and plump size. "Love. Do you seriously not know how to hold a teacup normally, like outside of parties?" My head shook in disappointment. I didn't know a lot of things. He pressed himself against my arched back and directed my fingers on where to be placed.