Dan and Phil's daughter Italy gets her marks the night before she turns 16. But she's in for a tough journey with her soulmate Cameron. This is the tale of their first year as a couple.
Sequel to Matching My Marks
"What movie do you want to watch?" I asked, taking a bag of popcorn out of the microwave.
"Something Disney maybe? I don't really care though." Italy shrugged, curling up on the couch with a fluffy blanket around herself. I made a mental note to put it back into place before we went to bed, not wanting any more reason for my mom to not like my Soulmate. I poured the popcorn into a bowl and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch next to her. I put my feet on the footrest, draping a blanket over my body. Italy snuggled into my side as I turned on the television, flicking through a bunch of free movies.
We settled on Moana as we cuddled and watched, munching on popcorn. We made snide remarks to each other like; "That's you!" and pointing at the stupid chicken or "You're uglier than the coconut pirates."
Our playful banting turned into a popcorn throwing war, making a mess as we pelted each other. She threw one as hard as she could and I caught it in my mouth, smirking as Italy whined. "Not fair!" She complained, giving up her attempts to throw popcorn at me.
"Totally fair." I snicker, grabbing the vacuum from the closet. I quickly vacuumed up our mess and folded the blankets, putting them back into place. I put our popcorn bowl in the dishwasher and started it, making sure that it was running. Italy hopped up and sat on the counter, grinning at me. I stood between her legs and held her hips gently, smiling at her. Both of us leaned in slowly, connecting our lips in a gentle kiss. Her soft lips met my dry ones in bliss, in a moment of happiness. Her top lip caught between mine, the soft feeling of her arms wrapping around my shoulders, playing with the baby hairs on my neck. The way she tried to pull me closer, even though we were chest to chest. My hands went to under her thighs and I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I pulled away from our kissing briefly so that I could carry her to my bedroom without a problem. Italy's head rested on my shoulder, I could hear her giggling quietly. I was glad that I had left my door open earlier, so I just kicked it a little more open with my foot and walked in, gently setting her down on my bed. I shut the door and turned on the light, keeping it dim. Trying to remember where I left the stuff, I walked back over to my soulmate, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat next to her, gently kissing her neck, holding her hand.
"How far do you want to go?" I ask quietly, not wanting to push her.
"Just kissing, if that's okay." She responded, her gaze falling down to her hands in her lap.
"That's perfectly okay with me." I kiss her temple. "I'll wait as long as you need me to until you're ready. And if you feel like you're never ready, I'm sure we can figure something out. I never want to push you out of your comfort zone." I take both of her hands in mine, kissing the back of them. Italy smiled and kissed my chin.
"Thank you. I understand that it's probably rough for you."
"It won't be that rough. I would wait a thousand years for you if I had to. You're my soulmate, my one and only. You'll either feel ready at some point, or I'll figure out a way that we can compromise in some way." Italy just smiled and kissed me gently, pushing my chest gently to make me lay down on my bed. She pulled away from me though, and got off the bed, going to her overnight bag.
"I'm gonna go change, okay?" She picked it up and walked out of my room, most likely heading to the bathroom to go change. Rolling my eyes at her modesty, I quickly changed into a pair of shorts, hoping she was okay with me sleeping shirtless.
"Umm, Cam?" I heard her voice quietly. I stepped out into the hall and saw her head peeking out of the doorway. "Do you think I could borrow one of your shirts to sleep in? It looks like mine didn't make it into my bag." She bit her lip, clearly unsure of what she was doing. I nodded and went back to my room, grabbing my softest flannel for her. Shielding my eyes with one hand, I stepped next to the doorway and handed it to her. I could hear her giggle.
"It's okay, you can look." I opened my eyes as she was slipping it on over a sports bra and a pair of booty shorts, the shirt going down to about halfway down her thighs. I watched her nimble fingers as she rolled the sleeves up to her elbows and undid the top button, exposing her cleavage.
"You look damn sexy in my shirt." I blurt out, my eyes widening and hands slapping over my mouth as I realize what I said. "I am so sorry, that was completely degrading. What I mean to say, is that you look gorgeous, and you can wear my shirts any time you want." I hurriedly correct myself. I hate saying anything degrading to anyone. It makes me feel like a douchebag.
"Thank you," Italy responded sheepishly, a blush appearing on her cheeks.
The two of us went to my room after I checked that our front door was locked, turning off the lights in the hall. I laid down and Italy joined me a moment later, her hair pulled up. I turned off my lamp and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer to my side.
"Cameron? Can I ask a question?" Italy asked a few minutes later. I responded yes, curious to know what she wanted to know. "Before the marks, were you ever with anyone? Like in a relationship?"
"Honestly, yes. I was in a few relationships in high school, but my last one was during junior year, so, over a year ago."
"Did you ever like bring them over for your moms to meet? Or sleep with them?" I could hear the insecurity in her voice.
"I only ever brought one of them over for dinner, when I thought she was going to be my soulmate. As for sleeping with them, I've had sex with two. But it didn't really mean anything to me. I only did it because that's what society expected of me. I really wish I hadn't because then I would be losing my virginity to you." I felt Italy crying, her hot tears dripping onto my chest. "Shh don't cry Butterscotch, what's wrong?" I tried to comfort her.
"I bet your mom liked that girl because she was your age, not younger." She said between tears. "And what if I'm never ready? You're eventually going to have the need, and what if I can't put out?"
"Don't think like that Baby girl. If my mom doesn't like you, then she has a problem with me. I won't let her not like you. You're my soulmate, and if she doesn't like that, then I don't need her permission to be with you. And if you're never ready, so what? We can figure something out. I won't need sex to be happy with you. All I need is your heart." I kiss her forehead and hum a song quietly, her cries slowly turning into soft sniffles, then silence as she fell asleep.
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Teaser: Italy asks her dads for something, then a sleepover with her girls
1) If you haven't realized, even though this is set in England, the schooling system is American because I can't seem to figure out what it is there, even though many people have tried to teach me.
2) Sorry for not uploading for over two weeks! It's been kind of hectic on my end here. I've been dealing with figuring out which college I want to be attending, dealing with almost failing a class, and some other shit. So I just kind of needed a break but I'm back to almost full now. I have 20 days of school left which is nice because that means I'm almost graduated!
QOTC: What grade are you guys in (if you're American)? If you live in another country, try to explain your schooling system to me so I can be more educated! If you're in higher education, what are you guys studying? I'm going to be studying biochemical engineering and marine biology.
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