A Different Kind of Devotion (R5 Fanfiction)

Hanaa's POV

I awoke the next morning with Riker's promise stuck in my mind.  

It was already ten o'clock so my parents were at work.  

I leaped out of bed and threw on a sundress, leggings, and my favorite converse. I brushed out my hair and hurried over to the Lynch's, where Riker was already on the porch playing his guitar.  

I went and sat next to him. "It's tomorrow." 

He softly kissed me. "It sure is." 

He set his guitar down and let me pull him to my house again. We raced up the stairs to my room, locking the door after we were in.  

I stood where I was, making Riker come to me. He slowly made his way across the room until he was right in front of me.  

He pushed me back against the bed, the purple comforter fluffing around my face and upper body. Riker inched closer and closer, finally finding my lips. He pushed me farther into the bed, slowly putting his weight on top of me.  

I pulled him down on top of me, eagerly deepening the kiss. Riker twirled my hair with his fingers and I undid the top few buttons of his shirt. We pulled back and I stared at his muscular chest.  

Riker undid the last couple buttons and let his shirt hang open. I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying not to freak out at the sight of my fiance's abs.  

I trailed my finger down his chest and across his stomach. He smiled at me and gently kissed my forehead.  

"Not too far," he softly reminded me.  

"I know," I replied.  

My eyes filled with sadness. "I really wish we could..." 

"But we won't," Riker said, looking into my eyes. "We'll wait until we're married. Then, I'm all yours for as long as you want, whenever you want." 

I smiled. "And I'm yours." 

We looked at each other. I studied Riker's eyes. They were a hazely color, with jets of dark brown shooting through. I finally broke the silence.  

"Speaking of marriage, we should probably start planning that wedding, huh?" 

Riker stood up and grabbed my hand. My dress was wrinkled, and I smoothed it out as best as I could.  

We started to leave the room when I turned to Riker.  

"You should probably button that shirt you goon." 

Riker raised his eyebrows. "Why, don't you like it?" 

I stepped toward him, placing one hand on his chest.  

"Oh, I love it, I just don't want other girls trying to steal this from me." 

I kissed him quickly and then pulled back.  

Riker laughed, buttoning all but the top three. "Are you sure you want this to go?" 

I buttoned two more. "I'm sure. But you can keep the shirt a little bit open. If I ever get stressed about this I can just look at you." 

Riker smiled at me. "Then let's go." 

He grabbed my hand, leading me to his car. He turned the key in the ignition and off we went to the biggest wedding store in all of LA.