Crown of Thorns ||BVB a.u.|| (DISCONTINUED)

XXIV: Fresh Start

Groggily, I stir in bed, beginning to awake. I turn over to my left and reach out, but it was empty. I frown and finally open my eyes, only to find Andy is not in bed. I sit up to see him sitting at his desk, writing. He turns around and smiles. "Good morning, love."

"Mmm, good morning, my dear," I smile in return. I get out of bed and meet him at his desk. I wrap my arms around his shoulders from behind. "What are you writing, love?"

"A journal of sorts."

"A journal?" I laugh, "What business do you have with a journal?"

"Well... We all die, yes?"

"Morbid question, but, yes."

"Like our ancestors before us, we're part of history. We have no control of who lives, who dies, or who tells our story; but I keep a personal record of all I do, so future descendants no my truth."

"Insightful. Never thought about such a thing."

"I want people to know my legacy, not some foe to tarnish that."

I watch as he dips his quill in the ink well and continue to write. Every stroke on the parchment was elegant, just as he is, flowing together so seamlessly. "How long have you been keeping a journal?" I mutter in to the crook of his neck.

"Since the young age of twelve."

"That long?"

"Of course. I keep all the completed books in my personal study."

"Incredible."

"I'll be done in a moment. Why don't you get decent for breakfast for me, huh? We'll go together."

"Oh, but," I start to plant kisses on his neck and jaw, "I don't want to leave just yet."

"Really? What would you rather we do instead?"

"I do not think I must say for you to understand what I'm saying..."

"I am aware, but I'd rather you tell me what you want."

As I continue to kiss him and begin to travel my hands and tease him, I notice his perfect penmanship becoming shaky. "You want me to tell you?"

He swallows hard. "Yes. That is what I told you."

I chuckle softly and bring my lips up to his ear. "Andrew. I want you... To make love to me," I whisper.

//

Still I'm in my state of heavenly high. That was definitely a rather different experience than I have ever had before. My body still quivers ever so slightly as Andy drags his fingertips against my warm skin. I lie in bed, still in awe of the moment of intimacy the two of us just shared. He was so gentle and tenderly, cautious and understanding. It was clear that this was nowhere near his first time; I knew that part already. Pushing that thought aside, I continue to reminisce and focus on my physical satisfaction, as well as the emotional. No matter how warm my body feels, I wrap myself deeper into the silken linens.

"Good thing the servants are changing the linens today," he mumbles into pillow beside me. We share a laugh, a beautiful laugh that fills the room with a loving and joyous ambience. "Are you okay?" He asks in seriousness.

"Yes, my love; I'm more than okay."

He stares—not at me, but into me. He peers into my spirit with a smile spread across his face. He runs is fingers through my hair, trailing his hand down my face, softly running his thumb against my cheek. "You're glowing."

"Glowing?"

"Yes; the virgin glow."

"Explain."