GerIta ; Heaven Or Hell

Sweet, Sweet amor... It's going to kill me

  Felicia's P.O.V

  I was thankful for one thing, and one thing only. We had been training so vigorously, that at this point, I no longer had pained muscles. It was common to feel sore but it didn't sting as much as it used to. I'd lost some weight but I still had my curves! There's no way I'm giving those up! 

   Now that camp was smaller, there was about one person from each country and I had gotten to meet them all. Everyone in camp was quite close by now, we knew our backstories, everything about our families, joked around, hung out, anything really, you name it. It felt like a second home to us all. There were pairs of friends that you could practically smell the sexual frustration and see the loving want they displayed for each other. 

  In the showers, Amelia took great pride in groping Alice from behind to embarrass her, teaming up with her for every activity. Francesca flirted shamelessly with Madeline, chasing her around like a dog on a leash. Even Julchen had a love interest, her name was Annaliese, and I've never seen a stranger pair in my life. Sakura was always accompanied by Helice, the silent companionship making my heart swell by their adorable compatibility. This one shocked everyone at first but Berlinda had even begun to claim Lumi as her 'wife', despite the protests the Fin gave, it was almost too much. Don't even get me started on Isabel and Lovi, I swear, Isabel has to have bedded her by now, they are too close!

  Now, if all these relations traveled far, can you only imagine why I'm single? Sure, I have Monika but I can't openly display our affection for everyone to see and I wouldn't dream of confessing! I have a nice, swell, heart and I'd like to keep it that way! Thank you very much! There was a guy who had openly flirted with me about a week ago when we were first starting to adjust to the population changes and he made a grave mistake of flirting with me in front of Lovi, she lost it, screaming all of Hell down on him and when he retaliated, Monika came over to stop the fighting, until she was informed of why. 

  I've never seen Monika get as pissed off at another person as she was with that boy, ever since, she's been keeping a closer eye on me than usual, such as partnering up with me, volunteering to go with me to places within the camp, and getting closer and closer during our secret, midnight, meetings. So close, I want to straddle her hips and kiss her until the sun rises. All these thoughts race through my mind as I lay on the grass in the inner circle of the bonfire ring. There wasn't a fire as of present which was why I opted to lay here, doing nothing but evaluating my life choices and fantasizing a little too much about a certain blonde.

  "You seem to be deep in thought. Can I ask why?" a lovely, German, accented voice questions, dropping down and laying her head on my abdomen while facing up towards the star painted sky.

  "I don't know. Just thinking about life, is all," I begin, taking a deep breath and prepare to ask her the very question that's been plaguing my mind for so long. "Why were you mad that one day when Bastion flirted with me. I've never seen you that pissed off, not when Alice's cooking set the Pavilion on fire. Not when Amelia broke a door to one of the cabin's. Not even when Francesca got drunk and tried to... 'make love' to Maddie."

  I don't know why I expected an answer right away but that most certainly did not happen. An awkward silence spilt over to the two of us as we sat there, both awaiting her response. When she finally reacted, it wasn't one I expected. With lightning speed, she stood and hoisted me into her arms, bridal style. My heart pounded against my chest appreciatively. And that's how she carried me to a secret meadow far into the woods. she'd only brought me here once, and that was during a training mission. Sprinting towards the middle of the meadow, where a patch of exotic flowers grew, she placed me down gently before proceeding to pin my arms above my head. It all happened so quickly, I barely had time to register what was happening. If my heart wasn't beating fast before, it was racing at the speed of light now.

  And with a passion burning brighter than the sun, Monika screamed it all to the sky, but most importantly, to me, "I'm just going to come out and say it, don't say anything until I'm done! I was jealous! I was infuriated with the thought of a man touching you and holding you! Only I can do that! He would never care for you the way I could! I would give you the world, I'd let everything I'd ever care about burn to the ground because I feel different around you! I never feel the need to put up a mask and hide away when I'm around you and sometimes that scares me! Oh Felicia, I don't even know if you'd like me that way but that's what I'm implying! And if you don't think so, then at least let me prov-"

   "How would you pr-" I curiously begin only to be shut up by a pair of full, plump, lips. Left to shock, I freeze up, only to be brought back by her tongue gently lapping over my bottom lip, I began to move my lips to her rhythm happily. She was anything I had ever wanted in the form of everything I now had. The kiss was sweet and loving but as the minutes flew by, the passion ignited and I soon found her arms gently groping my curves while my hands sexually ruffled her hair. Pulling away breathlessly, a thin trail of saliva connecting our lips, I give her a seductive look while softly biting my lower lip.

  "Who said I needed to be pursued," I mutter before pushing her back and straddling her hips. With my legs on either side of hips, Monika squeezes my plump thighs while gently rubbing her breasts against my own. 

  "You don't know how badly you've tortured me... do you try?" she asks leaning closer to rest her forehead on her own.

   "Me? Look who's talking! I think we've both wanted to fuck each other from the start but, c-can we wait... If you're really the one for me as you claim, th-then let's wait until we're married for sex... please?" I attempt, knowing full well that it's a lot to ask from the both of us, who are both (If she's anything like I am) horribly horny.

  "When's the earliest day available for the wedding?" she questions cheekily, groping my ass and pulling me closer. I have to use every ounce of my will power to hold back the sexual moan forming inside me. 

   Displaying fake shock, I gasp loudly, "Wha?! You're already proposing before our first date!"

  "Of course I would, Feli, I'm just that love sick."