It went fairly smooth for the rest of the night. We were invited in, shown to our rooms, and then sat down by the fire with some coffee.
Peter's body leaned against the side of the red bricked fireplace. His expression pricelessly happy. I laid against him and felt his lips kiss the back of my head. My coffee sat in front of the fire keeping warm as Peter's hands slowly crept around my waist and held me close.
My grandmother, Larisa, sat down gently in her rocking chair watching us. Aunt Mel was leaning against the couch with her husband, Uncle Stan. The cousins were all asleep long into the bright night.
"Are you okay?" Peter whispers into my ear.
I nod and feel the familiar comfortability wash over me.
"So Peter, tell us about yourself." Larisa states happily.
"I'm the oldest of my family and have a sister named Hailey. My parents are both in the big business sort of jobs."
"How old are you?" Mel's curiosity hitting me.
"I'm 22."
She smiles warmly and looks at her husband.
"How long have you two been together."
"A-"
"Two years." He answers before I could.
I look into his eyes and see the old sparkle.
"Young love is beautiful, What do you do?"
"I work at the lumber yard cutting down trees ."
"Hard work." Stan inputs.
"Very." Peter smiles.
"Well you seem like a good man, Better keep it that way or else." My Uncle threatens for my dad.
"He will, I've been keeping him in place." I smirk.
They all laugh and silently call it a night. One by one they left to go to bed and left me and Peter alone in front of the warm fire.
"They seemed nice." He whispers afraid to wake someone.
"They are." I confirm as his hands gently draw circles on my rib cage.
"Mm, bed time?"
"I kind of just want to stay out here for a little while longer."
He stays leaning against the brick and I feel that familiar urge to touch him. The side of my hand grazes up his strong chest and reach behind to his cheek. Gently I tug his lips closer to me. I slightly turn my head and line my lips with his.
"Ask." He responds to my movement.
"And I shall receive." I finish.
He leans down, our lips inched closer and apart.
"Ask." He repeats.
"Peter, Can I?" It's almost like I was begging him to touch me but it didn't matter.
"Yes." He whispers.
I lean forward and so does he. Our lips connect feverishly and I gasp at how good it felt. How uplifting and sensual he made it seem. His lips tugging and pulling on my own. Begging me to come closer.
"Mmm, Peter." I mumble.
He Leans more forwards and claims my lower lip between his own.
"Bedroom?" He whispers between us.
I nod and pull away. Standing was rough considering how he made my legs ache. Silently I ran to my door and watched him follow in suit. His hands barricading me against it.
Slowly and quietly I open the dark mahogany and see a dark room with the curtains drawn back revealing the stars and moon.
He shuts the door with a click and I smile in lust.
"Your mine."He says possessively and sending chills down my spine.
"Your mine." I say just as possessively back.
Peter's smile illuminating the room. I feel his hand grab onto my waist and pull my body close. I can hear the thrumming of his heart as he grabs onto my hand and keeps a hand around my waist, on my back.
"Dance with me." He commanded.
I laid my head over his heart and listened to his music. Slowly we swayed for what felt like forever. I felt it though...
I felt the old place we used to call our own...
I felt us...
I felt it.
Our Void where our lust and love grows into something more.
And I think he felt it too because what he said to me next is what confirmed everything that's has happened between us.
He sighs deeply into my hair and I hear his heart slow down even more than usual.
"Sel?"
"Hm?"
"Do- Are you happy?"
"Very."
"Sel, this is...This isn't love."
I waited patiently for him to explain while I listened to his heart.
"I know." I whisper back as tears form in the corners of my eyes.
"This is...So much more than love. It's so much more than us. Sel, your my soul, and I never had anything like this with anyone before."
"Your my soul too Pete." I had tears silently run down my cheeks.
"I can't wait to marry you, for you to be officially mine."
"Me too."
Me too.
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Deep Regression
RomanceDepression has become the Ultimate death sentence since 2007. Many have jumped off buildings, and slit their wrists. Finally the government has decided to take action, putting the ill away. Its 2015, and so much has changed. Bill of rights intact...