ForthBeam - This Is It✅

22 - My Chips!

"In three months?" I leaned closer to the calendar to see what day Forth was pointing to. "I don't know...isn't that too far away? I want to do it as soon as possible." I cuddled back into his side before removing a piece of seaweed chip out of the bag and munching on it. After waiting for over two years, I didn't want to wait anymore. Forth tapped on my shoulder and opened his mouth when I turned to him. I chuckled before stuffing his mouth with a piece of chip.

We'd already bought a house and this time we weren't skimming on the furniture or on anything related to the house. This house was going to be the place where, hopefully, we grow old together in. We hired an interior designer. For now, we were still holed up in our little one-bedroom apartment trying to pick out a date for our wedding. I'd been sure I'd be the first of my friends to get married but Ai'Pha beat me to it. I could have been the first but as you guys know, life happened.

"Then when should we do it?" Forth asked before reaching into the bag for another piece of chip.

"As soon as possible. How about next month?"

"Next month? Will that be enough time to prepare?"

"Prepare what? We don't need to do too much. We just need to rent a space and everything else should be easy, right?"

"Wrong." Forth flicked my forehead lightly before continuing. "It won't be that easy to secure a venue this time of the year, especially not on such short notice. We have to feed the guests and when I asked my cousin she said her catering services had been booked for the next three months or so. We also have to remember those coming from out of town, we have to find accommodation for them."

"Does it have to be a big wedding?" I sighed in a resigned manner.

"It can't be helped, the family you're marrying into is big. We have to invite all of them and because they like you, most of them will do their best to come."

"I don't know..." I let my body slide until my head was on my fiancés lap. "Can't we do a small one with just our parents and maybe Pha and Kit? You can also bring two people you know. I just want to marry you. I don't care about the ceremony itself as long as I wake up in the morning to Forth Baramee..."

"Ehn? You want me to take your name? Babe, you've got it wrong. We will be Mr. and Mr. Jaturapoom. Your dad already gave his blessing." I sat up and turned so I could stare properly at the determined face of the man I've been in love with for over six years and have been with for over five years.

"When did father give you his blessing?"

"A while ago. It was one of those times we went over for dinner. I asked him if it was okay that I wanted you to take my name and he said it was fine." Forth looked away from me and relaxed into the couch, looking like the decision was made and there is nothing I could do about it.

And there was nothing I could do. I didn't mind taking his name and over the years I've learned that when he acts like this, getting him to change his mind tends to be very difficult. I reached into the bag for a chip and came up empty.

"Forth, you ate my last chip!" I watched as he picked up the empty bag and peeked inside.

"You're right, it's empty but there are some crumbs in there." He tilted the bag and shook it, so all the crumbs would gather on one side then he proceeded to tip the bag over his mouth and made sure the bag was completely empty.

"Forth!" I snatched the bag from him too late, no crumbs. My last bag of seaweed chips, I couldn't let it go. I locked his jaw between my fingers, trying to keep him from chewing and then I kissed his pouted lips. I dug my tongue in, feeling around his mouth...nothing but the taste of my last pieces of chips.

I scowled and tried to pull away, but his hand was on the back of my head, holding me sturdy and his tongue was invading my mouth forcefully. I responded just as forcefully, how dare he empty my last bag of chips into his perfectly chiseled stomach.

After fighting with our tongues and dry humping for the longest five minutes or so, I came up for air. His eyes, beautifully darkened with lust, his big hands, slipping under my tee shirt and his lips, red and swollen from our kiss... I had to.

I tore his shirt over his head, flinging it across the living room and had his pants down and my face buried between his legs before trying to discard my own clothing. When I let him out of my mouth with a loud plop, I was dragged onto my feet, bent over the couch and thrust into before I could say chips. We spent part of the night spreading our juices all over the cheap couch. That couch was not coming with us to our new house. The other part of the night we spent cuddled against each other in blissful sleep.

He went out the next day and bought a box of seaweed chips.

After spending the weekend deliberating on what date to get married among other things, we couldn't settle on a day, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I called my friends up to ask if they'll help and they gladly agreed. We called up every favor we could think of, we also called anyone we thought might be able to help. I asked father for help too. For this, I didn't mind using any connection I had. I want him tied to me.