Innocence

A D O R A B L E

"I've never been more scared of losing something in my entire life. Then again, nothing in my life has ever meant as much to me as you do."

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T H E  W E I G H T  of keeping secrets was becoming tedious. For someone who was deemed an angel, Freya had been doing an awful lot of lying lately. The kisses she and Falcon had shared only served to feed her guilt. She knew she had to tell him about Penn, but the way he had reacted when she told him about her father's decision had her hesitating.

She was currently waiting on the front steps of her house, the guilt gnawing at her stomach had woken her early and she had gotten ready for school in a daze. The thought that Falcon may not end up going to school today didn't cross her mind until the clock hit 8:15 and he still hadn't arrived. She had grabbed her phone out of her book bag just as the sound of a familiar engine reached Freya's ears.

She perked up, skipping down the steps of her home and to the front gates. They slowly began opening as she drew closer and Freya slipped through them as soon as the gap was wide enough to accommodate for her small body.

She tried not to run as she caught sight of Falcon's familiar build swinging his leg off of his bike, but temptation pulled through and she held the strap of the book bag on her shoulder as she ran, giggling.
"Falcon," She called just as he turned around at the sound of fast approaching footsteps.

Freya crashed herself into Falcon, knocking him off balance slightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist. His arms wrapped around her tiny form as a grin lit up his face, his heartbeat racing as she nuzzled into his chest.
"Good morning, princess," He chuckled.

"Morning," Freya mumbled into his shirt.

"You good, baby?" He asked as he combed his fingers through her hair, fiddling with the little pink bow at the back.

Freya nodded her answer, guilt beginning to fill her stomach once again but she quickly pushed it down. She'd tell him later.

"You sure?" He asked, taking note of the look on her face.

Freya nodded, smiling up at him. Falcon's heart skipped a beat as he realised he could kiss her right then if he wanted to. She was his, and he could kiss her whenever the hell he wanted to. He grinned, leaning down and connecting his lips to hers.

He had planned it to be short and sweet, but the feel of her lips against his had his mind blank as he pulled her closer. His body felt like it was on fire, every nerve burning in need for the girl in his arms.

One of his hands drifted down to the curve of her ass, pressing her closer as his body yearned for friction. It was bad, he knew it was bad, but with the pressure of her body against his, he couldn't really think straight.

Falcon unconsciously rubbed himself against her as he deepened the kiss, ignoring the slight burn in his lungs. Freya pushed against his chest slightly, pulling away from the kiss as she greedily took in air. Falcon didn't bother stopping, trailing kisses down her jaw and neck until he reached the spot that made her little fists grab his shirt.

Freya could feel him smiling as he kissed that spot again, causing shivers to rack through her body. She didn't know what on earth he was doing, but she couldn't quite find it in her to tell him to stop. Freya's eyes drifted closed to the feeling of his lips on her neck, but they flew open again as a yelp escaped her.

She automatically tried to pull out of his arms, but he didn't budge, quietly laughing into the crook of her neck.

"Wha-you-you just bit me!" Freya squealed breathlessly.