Rules of Friendship | 18+

𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ♡

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦
*𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵*

➵➵➵➵➵➵➵♡➵➵➵➵➵➵➵

Sunlight spilled in from the French doors in Serenity's bedroom, illuminating her naked back.

It was a sweltering hot night in Brooklyn, and because the building was so old, air conditioning didn't exist. So, in the middle of the night, both Serenity and I woke up in a pool of sweat, and the first thing she did was rip off her shirt, exposing that beautiful body to me, and threw it across the room, laying back down. It killed me not to be able to touch her, to hold her last night, but the idea of her body heat pressed against me made me want to gag, so we settled with our pinkies being laced together, resting soundly between us as I laid on my back, and Serenity rested on her stomach.

That birth flower tattoo always drew my attention, the intricate details swirling together as a permanent reminder of our friendship and loyalty to each other. Even when we weren't talking, Serenity still had me etched onto her body. And she was etched into my soul.

I leaned over, the bed sheet rustling in the silence of the early morning, the only other sound the birds chirping outside of her door, and I kissed her shoulderblade, slowly pressing kisses up her shoulder, then her neck, stopping at the spot under her ear when she shuddered beside me, those beautiful gray eyes blinking awake and giving me a tired smile, lips puckering for a kiss. "Good morning," I smiled at her, seeing her smile mirror mine, and I pressed my mouth to hers, sighing as she moved so her bare chest pressed against mine. "I love you," I whispered against her mouth, my hand sliding around her waist, and resting on the curve of her ass.

"I love you."

My bones sang for Serenity, and I ached for her in ways that I never have imagined. Every waking moment with her was something I loved, and cherished, and at night, I studied her, committing her beauty to memory In case she ever decided that I wasn't worth her time. I wanted to ravage her, to love her so fully, to brand myself into her soul so she would never be able to replace me. Every time I had taken her these past few weeks, it had been rough, and desperate, but I wanted to love her, show her that I can be gentle, that I can be slow, and cherish the moments.

Serenity must've read my mind, because her thighs parted and I rolled, resting my hips between her thighs, the only barrier between us was her panties, and she closed her eyes as my cock pressed against her, a pleased sigh leaving her mouth, "I can never get enough of you," I whispered, choking on a breath when her hand wrapped around length, squeezing gently, "I'll never get enough of you." Her pace was leisurely as if she was studying the very shape of my body.

Her smile lit up the room as I leaned down to kiss her, Serenity's hand leaving my cock to cup my face, our mouths moving together in a dance that they only seemed to know. Her back arched when my fingers hooked into the side of her panties, pulling them off her and tossing them behind me, not caring where they landed. And when I settled back between her thighs, heated flesh meeting, we both let out a quiet moan. "Please," Serenity whispered, parting her thighs further, opening for me, "Please Steve."

"How could I ever deny you?"

She grinned, her nails biting into my shoulder as I slowly inched my cock into her, quiet gasps leaving her mouth as she let her eyes flutter shut. I wanted to lock every sound away, memorize how her body arched to mine when pleasure filled her veins. My hand trailed down the side of her body, tracing the shape of her breast down to her hip and smiling when she let out a quiet moan as my hips started to move. The tension crackled between us, our souls morphing into one, just like they should've all those years ago, and when Serenity opened her eyes, I knew I was home. Her body, her heart, her mind, she was my home.