The One (sequel)

Chapter 10

(Mature Content)

Finally after a month we were home, and I now how had a large scar over my arm, it would be a fun story to tell Benny when he got older. My arm was still sore and sensitive as I tried to live my life normally and take care of Ben. We were sitting on the coast line watching Ben, Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge play in the water and the sand. Of course Angel was trying to see if Ben had underwater abilities but he was only two years old and didn't quite understand. Dylan strolled up next to me, sitting in the sand close by.

"Hey I uh got you something." Dylan handed a square shaped wrapped present to me." I didn't know when your birthday was, so I thought Mother's Day was the next closest thing." He smiled sheepishly.

"Oh Thank you." I blushed. I started to unwrap the present only to have my breath taken away, it was a picture of Fang and Ben. The breath taking part was that Fang wasn't in a hospital bed, and he didn't look sickly, he looked perfectly happy, as he held Ben swaddled up in his lap, Fang was smiling at Ben. They were sitting in the garden, against the fence, I looked up at Dylan with tears in my eyes." How did you.."

"A lot of photoshop." Dylan smirked," I thought you deserved a picture like this, when Fang was healthy and happy."

"Thank you." I sniffled, wiping my nose, forcing a smile to fight back the tears. I continued to study the picture, knowing Ben deserved to have a picture like this of his dad.

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After laying Ben down in bed, I placed the picture Dylan gave me of Fang down on Ben's night stand. I went out to the living room where Dylan was scanning through his camera looking at all the pictures and videos he had gotten in the last few days. I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and went and sat down next to him, joining him in his camera.

"Why do you take so many?" I asked as we were approaching our tenth minute of pictures and videos.

"Because when I'm old and can barely remember my name, I want to be able to look back at all of these, and remember my life." He smirked.

"That's sweet, and sad at the same time." I lightly laughed, Dylan laughing too." What do you do with all these?" I asked.

"I pick my favorites, and print them out, I've been putting them in albums." He smiled," I've been storing them under my bed." He blushed, as he turned his camera around facing the lens toward us." I've been wanting a picture of us." He said nervously.

"Oh okay." I leaned against him awkwardly smiling as he snapped the picture." You know I've been thinking about that night. When we uh.."

"Oh that night." He looked down at his hands nervously." What about it?"

"I don't know, what do you think, you think this could actually be something?" I asked very nervous.

"It's whatever you think, you know what I want." He stated the truth. I did know what he wanted, and I knew he would wait for as long as I needed. I reached over and gently curled my fingers around his, he slowly raised his gaze meeting his eyes with mine.

"I want, you." I said with a little unsureness in my voice, until he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. My movements were almost auto pilot almost like it was something we had done a million times, as I brought my hands to his neck, and tangled my fingers in his shaggy hair.

He pulled me up on to his lap, making me straddle him, as we continued to kiss one another. As clothes were taken off, we made our way to Dylan's bedroom, that was on the other side of the house, so our noises wouldn't wake Ben. Dylan lifted me up before dropping me onto the bed, looking me over with thirst in his eyes. I couldn't help but admire and study his sculpted body, he laid between my thighs, kissing my neck and chest, moving down my stomach until he was between my legs. This was new-ish to me, but whatever he was doing was driving me crazy, sending euphoria through my body. I was no longer in control of my body, as moans and gasps escaped my throat, my back arched in pleasure, my legs twitching and flexing over Dylan's shoulders.

This also made him excited, and Dylan came back up to my face, wiping his mouth before kissing me again, as he pushed himself between my legs. This time might be better than the first time, as he moved his hips in rhythm with my wild breathing. I dug my nails into his back, as this pleasurable feeling over took my body, my excitement made Dylan even more excited, as he continued in his movements. He nibbled and sucked on my skin, slowing his movements to ease me into a climax, and make it last. I started panting his name as I felt my climax prickle through my body, making my legs tighten around his back, and my head throw back.

He continued in his slow movements helping me ride out the climax, until he could no longer hang on, and he finished. His body shook as he looked down at me, sweat making his hair stick to his face, I pulled his face down to mine kissing him lovingly. He laid down next to me, and pulled me into his chest.

"Sorry, its-"

"It's been a while." I finished his sentence, I smiled slyly at him, and he smiled back kissing my cheek.

"I do love you Max, don't feel like you have to say it until you're ready though." He tightened his grip around my waist.

"Thank you." I smiled to myself. This was perfect, being nuzzled against Dylan's chest, as his breathing calmed, and turned to deep slow breaths. He was now asleep.

I pulled the blankets up over us, getting more comfortable in bed next to him. Everything about this felt right, it was weird it shouldn't feel this way so soon should it. His touch against my skin, his body pressed to mine, our lips smacking together, it was all perfect, it fit like a puzzle piece. We were very different, but this, making love was like magic, fireworks, sparks flying, electrifying, it was much different from when Fang and I... I curled up tighter in the blankets, Dylan pulling me against his chest, wrapping his arm around me, pressing his nose into my hair. He loved this, but he was also made for me, so he had been waiting for this his whole life, I just hoped I would be enough for him.