Forever Never Lasts [✔]

Juice

You.

The first thing I think about in the morning, and the thing I fall asleep to every night.

Ever since then we were tighter than a glove. I knew so much more about him than I did before, and I also enrolled into a lifestyle with him.

Cgl, Caregiver/Little.

I loved it.

I woke up from probably the best sleep I've had in my laugh and reached my hand out for him, just to feel the empty spot of where he was. I opened my eyes quickly, and then relaxed when I smelt what was being made in the kitchen. I groaned as I slowly got out the bed and brushed my teeth, cleaned my piercings and put on some sweatpants.

When I got into the kitchen, he was already making breakfast, stirring a batter.

I came up behind him and tightly wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzling into his neck. I felt him jump in surprise and shudder at the attention. I let out a small hum of satification as my need to be around him slowly dimmed a bit.

Gently kissing down his neck to his shoulder, I mumbled against his skin.

"Morning Baby Boy," I whispered his favorite name.

He hummed in return and wished me a goo morning as well which made me smile sleepily. He flipped the pancake he was making over which perked my interest, lifting my eyes to watch him.

"What you makin'?" I grabbed his juice and took a sip before putting it back onto the counter.

"Blueberry pancakes," He replied as he slid the pancakes onto the plate.

This relationship was... Odd. This was a first of everything to me.

When I dated someone I normally used them for sex and at times I was abusive emotionally, before I disappeared for months at a time before breaking up with them and redo another relationship the same way. But I felt something with this one.

We weren't awkward or anything, and every touch I did with the most gentleness I contained in my entire essence. He was my first for about everything. 

I was a very harsh person within a relationship, but with him? I didn't want to break or hurt him. At all.

We still danced around the house listening to music and we still laughed together and ate together, except this time I kissed him whenever I could, and not in a sexual way in the least. His body against mine was addictive no matter what anybody said. 

I was addicted.

We sat in our fort once more and watching Vampire Diaries which I hated with a passion, but I let him put it on as we both ate. I forced him to eat basically since he wanted to be stubborn with it. I couldn't help but melt when he kissed me so softly after he ate. I could taste the blueberries.

In the end he was in my arms, held against my chest as I gently caressed his cheek, looking over his facial features and just taking it in. It was the first time I had seen him without makeup, and I was soaking everything in while I could as I brushed my fingers over his freckles that i had began to fall in love with. I traced the one on his lips smiling. 

"I love your freckles," I whispered gently down at him and continues to gently run my thumb over his slightly messed up, quirky eyebrows that I had begin to love. He didn't respond as he closed his eyes, seemingly relaxing his body against mine as he let me look over him. 

I slowly migrated down his body, and began to kiss all the scars I wasn't able to see before due to his need for clothing, and the darkness of the night.

I cherished him.

I needed him.