The One (sequel)

Chapter 7

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Ben is officially flying at 2 years old!" Dylan announced to his camera. Ben was soaring through the air, following closely behind me.

I was flying at a normal speed when he finally sped passed me, at an incredible speed. I landed on my front porch next to Dylan." He's so fast, he might be as fast as me." I smiled.

"Well he is your son." Dylan bumped my arm with his elbow.

"Our son." I said still smiling, watching Ben, then I looked at Dylan's shocked face as he lowered his camera.

"Max, really?" He seemed as though he was going to cry. I nodded at him, still smiling.

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I stepped out into the living room," he is asleep for the night." I sighed, plopping down on the couch next to Dylan.

"Max," he said nervously," did you really mean that, what you said about Ben?"

"Yeah I did, I plan on you being in our lives for a long time, and I hope you plan on staying in our lives for a long time." I smiled gently grabbing his hand.

"I do." He smiled and gave me a very passionate kiss, placing his hand on the back of my head. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him against me. The warmth in his lips, the passion building in my chest, I hadn't felt this since Fang.

I pulled away to see Fang sitting in front of me." Max are you okay?" I blinked my eyes and he was Dylan again.

"Uh yeah." I smiled weakly. He kissed me one more time, then pressed his forehead to mine.

"Max, I think I love you." He said quietly. Everything froze, I couldn't move, my heart started skipping and leaping in my chest, I couldn't breathe.

"I..." I exhaled shakily," I, I think I, I love you... Too." My breath was shaky as I finally smiled. We started kissing each other again.

Everything happened so quickly one second we were on the couch, then the floor, the hallway, next thing I knew... My room, on my bed. Mine and Fang's bed. By this time a few articles of clothing were missing. In one swift move my pants were off, along with his. His hot body was now on top of mine, sweat sparkling on our skin in the moon light.

With our bodies pressed close together, our bodies were dancing in unison. Our bodies fit perfectly together, it was comfortable. I felt safe, I felt warm, I felt loved. He kissed down my neck and chest. As our bodies danced, soft moans escaped my lips, groans came from deep in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me clinging to me tightly, I grasped on to his hair, holding his head against my heaving chest. Our soft moans of pleasure were like a song, our song of love.

After our dance had stopped, Dylan remained on top of me, I could feel his heart pounding against mine. I combed my fingers through his hair as our breath slowed, hearts calmed down, minds settled. He rolled over and cradled me. Both falling asleep happy and content.