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Not Leaving

            Santos's POV
       My back hurts, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my whole body hurts. I guess after laying off working our for a few days can make you very sore when you return to it. I know I don't necessarily need to work out, but its a stress reliever.
       I find being alone in my apartment lonely and odd now. Illi has been distancing herself over the past week she's been out of the hospital. I've thought about asking her what's wrong, but I know she'll only say she's not feeling good.
     The Valentine household is quiet when I walk in, like no one is home. I place my jacket on the rack and make my way up the stairs. When I go into Marcus's room, he's not home, but some Playboy magazines are laid out on his bed.
    The door opens and closes down stairs. I walk down the stairs and see Illi come in. She sets her bag down on the arm of the chair and sits down, running her hands through her hair like she's frustrated.
    "Hey, Mami," I say. She turns towards me and gives me a smile I can tell is forced. I sit down beside her and move her legs so their over mine.
    "Hello," she says, closing her eyes.
    "What's wrong?" I ask. She shrugs. I know she won't answer easily. "Do you wanna go to my place? You don't look that comfortable," I say. She looks at me, her eyes looking red.
    "Yeah."
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       I pull her close to my side as she lays down next to me. "Now will you talk to me?" She looks at me with a confused expression. "What's wrong? Don't say nothing, cause you've been distant from me lately and I hate it. I want you back."
    She squeezes my hand. "You have me," she says, ignoring the question. I glare. "I'm-I'm just nervous about this. I'm scared." My brows draw together.
    "What about? Us?" She nods, trying not to cry. "I've already told you that I'm not going anywhere." She takes a shakey breath.
    "But how do I know that's true? I can't tell of this is real, or if your looking for something that's not there," she says. She thinks I'm looking for sex.
    "I can't believe you honestly think I just one want that from you. I know that's how I was, but I want more from this. Saying I love you isn't something someone just says for the hell of it," I say. She looks away from me. 
     "I know that, I'm just- I don't know. She's gotten to my head," she says, letting the tears fall. I wipe them away. No matter how upset I might be feeling, I don't want her in pain.
    "Did your slut of a mother tell you something?" She stays quiet. "Whatever she said isn't true. I'm not leaving, I love you." Her eyes search mine as she shakes her head and stands.
    "No," she says mostly to herself. I stands and go to her. "I can't get attached." I try taking her hands.
    "Its okay," I say. She squeezes her eyes shut. "Why can't you get attached?"
   "Cause they always end up hurting me and leaving in the end. No one can genuinely love me," she says. I cup her face in my hands.
    "Face it, I love you and nothing is going to fucking change that. And you are getting attached which is a good thing, cause I want you to depend on me in certain ways."
    "I love you," she blurts out. I go blank. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm in love with you and I've scared to say it." A smile creeps its way to my face.
     "You love me?" I ask. She nods. "You love me." She leans up and kisses me. All the problems we just had just away. Her body relaxes against me. I pick her up and press her against the wall just like the first time we kissed.
     Her fingers tug my hair in a way that feels good. I squeeze her ass and bite her lip. She moans as I move us to the bed. Her hands stay locked around my neck, keeping out lips together?
      She unbuttons my shirt and takes it off me. I pull her up and start to draw her shirt up. She moves my hands. "I don't have anything to cover the sca-"
    "I don't care. Your beautiful," I tell her. She looks down shyly.
    "You won't think that when you see me," she says. I kiss her softly. When I pull away her eyes are still closed. I slowly remove her shirt and throw it to the side. I look for a split second, and don't look again.
    But she's breath taking, the true definition of beauty. "I'm one lucky man." She laughs and connects our lips together again. We lay back down with me above her. Our hips work against each other's. My jeans are just getting tighter and tighter with my growing problem.
     She unbuttons my jeans and draws them down with my boxers. I do the same to her. I don't even question something's cause I know that some girls hate body hair. However in the beginning in thought she planned this for a split second.
       She flips us over so she's on top of me. Her cheeks flush as she notices my eyes traveling down her gorgeous body. She tries coving her chest but I take them.
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     "Don't hide," I say. She leans down and kisses down my body, making sure to leave marks. I'm expecting her to make her way back io when she meets my v-line but she doesn't.
     She takes me in her mouth. My back arches a little as I close my eyes in pleasure. She makes a moaning sound. I grip her hair and pull it a little.
      She goes a little deep, making me groan. Soon I'm put over the edge. "Illi," I moan through clenched teeth. She comes back up my body after she's done.
    I move us again. "Are you sure you want this? We can stop now," I say. She shakes her head.
     "I want you. Please," she says. I place myself at her entrance, preparing myself to hurt her. Her chest rises and falls fast. "Just get it over with please."
    I do as she says. With one hard thrust, I'm all the way in. She bites down onto my shoulder. I can feel a year slip from her eyes and onto my. "Are you okay?" I ask breathlessly.
     "Just don't move," she says. Her voice tells me I'm hurting her. We look into each others eyes. She starts to calm. "You can move." Kissing her, I start a slow pace. She sighs.
    "Does that feel good?"
    "Yes," she replies. Her hands run through my messy hair. "Slow, baby, slow." I hadn't noticed i sped up.
     "Ahh, your so tight," I moan into her neck. Her nails now dig into my back as she raises her hips with mine.
     "Da-daddy," she sighs with a smile.
     "Told you I'd get you to call me it." Her hands grip my ass as she nearly yells out. "I'm gonna-," I begin, the overwhelming feeling stopping me. Her back arches against me as she says my name.
     I collapse onto her. "I love you." I prop myself up on my elbow.
     "I love you too, beautiful."

AN: They finally took that step and she said I love you. Comment a side of him or her, you want to see next!!! Share! Stay alive |-/     -Veah