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ok i caved bc ppl got mad at me.... so this is smut. if u dont like smut, dont read it. please dont comment on my smut writing abilities bc they are NOT good (i literally have to read like forty different one shots to even have an idea of what to do) and please dont comment weird stuff (and by weird, i mean rude. im a fuckin virgin obviously my smut writing skills are not going to be realistic. when people say "ew wtf" or "im cringing" im like bitch me too DONT READ IT) ...... it makes me uncomfortable and is the whole reason why there is usually only one chapter of smut in all of my books........ ok rant complete! enjoy u little sluts

"It is so fucking beautiful here," I sighed as I flopped onto our king sized bed, covered in flower petals. David and I were officially alone in our honeymoon suite, and while I was thinking about the fact that we were married and the amazing views that Hawaii had to offer and what Aaliyah and Luke could be doing at that very moment, I had a sneaking suspicion David was thinking about something entirely different. The way his right foot kept nervously rubbing up and down the side of his left calf and his position leaning against the wall were all telltale signs.

Don't get me wrong, David and I weren't completely abstinent from the time we found out I was pregnant until now. There were a few nights where we went a little further than kissing (third base, if you must know), but I wanted to save actual sex until marriage. I felt ugly right after I had the baby, but I also realized we had done our relationship completely, utterly backwards, and I didn't like it. Though he would never, I didn't want David to think I was a hoe who gave it out whenever I felt like it. I really wasn't like that, unless under the influence, and I wanted him to know that.

Waiting was all my idea, but now that we were here, it felt a little awkward. We were going to have sex the night before, the night of the actual wedding, but I suggested waiting until Hawaii, partly because I was scared and partly because Luke was sleeping in the room next door. It was now or never, I decided, when I waved David over to the bed.

"Yes, princess?" he mocked, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing his wrist and pulling him as hard as I could down to meet me. He stumbled a little, and somehow ended up straddling my waist on the bed (not that I was complaining). He joked, "You know, I'm getting a little tired of you manhandling me."

"I'm getting a little tired in general," I gave my best faux yawn, holding back a cheeky smile while watching David roll his eyes. "Maybe I'll just go to bed."

"No chance in hell," David laughed, leaning down to press his lips against mine. It was much more soft than I imagined, not as quick and needy as the first time we had sex, not that I remembered most of it. He pulled back for just a second to say, "You get on top of me. This angle is all wrong."

"Okay, Picasso," I laughed, though my joke made no sense, as David rolled off of me. He sat up at the head of the bed and patted his jean clad thighs. I rolled my eyes, leaning forward and snatching one of his legs to pull off his red Van. "Shoes in the bed? This isn't jail, David. C'mon, you're better than this."

"You're so fucking annoying," he smiled but kicked the other shoe off for me and gripped me by the waist, trying his hardest to pull me onto his lap. I gave him a little help and ended up straddling his hips with a bright smile on my face. David's subtle smirk was heartwarming, and his quiet hey, stranger was enough to make me melt.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned forward, allowing him to continue their usual kissing and grinding. David's hands found their way underneath my sundress, starting first at the base of my thighs but slowly climbing up. One passed my hips and then finally settled at the smallest part of my waist, while the other was slowly rubbing up and down my side. He pulled back for just a second to politely ask, "Can I take this off?"