Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

Everything Will be Fine.

I awake to a heavy pressure on my stomach, looking down is Nyla sleeping under me, her arms sprawled across my bare chest. She sleeps beautiful, her hair everywhere and her necklace I gave her awhile back, backwards. I just stare, marveling at this beautiful human being set in front of me.

"What the hell are you looking at!?" She questions without even opening her eyes. She moves away from me and buries her face into a pillow. Our naked bodies entangled messily in the white hotel sheets. I move to kiss her neck. She chuckles and squirms.

"Move Deck, I'm not getting up this early," she huffs out. I continue to kiss her neck and cheeks, and her ear.

"Why not?" I question between kisses. Her warm chocolate body melts into my hands. She smells of coconut and sweat, not a bad thing either.

"Because we were up till 4 in the morning," she huffs out.

"Doing what?" I chuckle, and kiss her shoulder blade. She scoffs out, followed by a giggle.

"Counting the stars," she jokes sarcastically.  I love when she does that.

"No seriously what were we doing? I think my memory needs to be refreshed." She turns over and brings her hands to cover her face, embarrassingly.

"You just want me to say it," She grunts. I do want her to say it, it coming from her mouth is going to turn me on more and we just may need another early- round.

"We made love, Deck, hot lustful love." She giggles out. I bring my lips to hover over hers. My lips falling upon them, taking slow sloppy kisses, licking and moisturizing each other's lips with one another's. I pull away and stare down at her.

"Want breakfast?" I question and she nods, like a child, staring at me in adoration. Before I could reach to grab the phone, she attaches herself to me. Wrapping around me.

"How did I get so lucky?" She questions, her face buried within the crook of my neck. I chuckle.

"Weren't you just being mean to me, telling me to stop looking at you?" I joke.

"Yeah, because you were staring at me while I was sleeping, that's weird. Now that I am awake, all I'm trying to do is give you love and affection." Oh there was a lot of that last night.

"That's understandable, and I don't know how you got lucky, but I know how I did. I pissed off my sisters-girlfriend-baby sister-babysitter, she forgave me and I made the babysitter my girlfriend. It took a few tries but it worked out eventually. Now I'm in love with that same girl, and I don't think I could give that feeling up for anything in the world." She removes her face from my neck and stares, just stares. Tears filling in her eyes.

"Really?" She says as if that's my first time ever telling her I love her. I'll shout it from the roof top if she wanted me too.

"Of course,  that's going to be in my vows when we get married," I chuckle. She still holds this stunned look on her face.

"And when exactly are we getting married? I got bridal feet last night. Seeing Ollie in that big white dress made me jealous." I raise my eyebrows.

"Oh no, I knew taking you to that wedding was a bad idea," I joke and she slaps my shoulder softly.

"You're an asshole," She grunts out. I tackle her in kisses while squeezing her ass, in the process.

"I love you baby." Hearing those words is music to my ears. I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing those words. I love when it rolls off her tongue.

"I love you princess." I place a kiss onto her nose, which she smiles at. She rises and stretch. My eyes wander to her exposed naked body. Sculpted so perfectly, every curve, every stretch mark. It defines her body, which I love. I grab my clothes from last night and put them back on. I plan to shower, but after Nyla. Can't sit around naked and the room service guy sees my tit exposed, those are only for my baby to see.

While she showers, I order our food and get our things together. Today's the day Nyla returns back to her home to get her things packed for school. My  baby's officially leaving me.

"We should be talking about our wedding anyways, seeing it takes years to plan. I don't know how Ollie did it so quickly, I need at least 3 years to plan a 1.5 million dollar wedding," she calls out randomly. I didn't catch on quick enough, but when I did, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. Did she just say 1.5 million dollars, for a wedding?

"D-did you just say 1.5 million dollars?" I repeat. I couldn't even get the number out on how big that scared me and my pockets. She returns in a cotton white robe, that's provided by the hotel. She nods.

"Yep, Kim K. wedding was at least 2 M. I think Beyoncé was 100, if I'm not mistaken." She rambles on while I day dream. Well I'm not Kanye and Jay-Z. Millions of dollars spent on a one time event? Kill me now.

"Well-we—I don't," I try to scramble for words and she stands there, giving me puppy dog eyes. I think she knows my head is spinning out of control. We're not even engaged yet, but I know that if I was so happen to propose, I'll have to fulfill a 1.5 million dollar wedding. I mean my family comes from a long line of wealth, but even for me, 1.5 million dollars on a wedding is a bit strange. She breaks out into laughter as she sees me scrambling for words.

"I'm kidding baby," she says coming to my lap. I let out a sign of relief.

"Oh shit, you had me and my pockets scared for dear life princess," I chuckle out while placing my head on her chest. She still sits on my lap, her hands soothing my neck hairs. Going up and down, throughout my hair.

"That's too much for a one day event." Thank you, she understands how fucking ridiculous it is to spend so much money on a wedding.

"I mean we can just have a small wedding, maybe even get married at the courthouse." I pull my head from her chest and stare into her eyes.

"Why are we discussing this baby, we have a long time before we even have to plan something like that. Let's just talk about now, our unborn child." She breaks into laughter as I kiss at her stomach. Oh how I wish I had to ability to impregnate someone. Our kids would come out beautiful as shit.

"I know, I know. It's just Ollie looked so beautiful in her big white dress and her caked face, gave me butterflies on when it's my turn," she chuckles.

"I promise your time will come, but until then, we still have to get around you leaving me really soon to go to Cambridge," I state, which saddens her.

There's a knock at the door, must be our food. She gets off my lap and I head towards the door. I retrieve our food while leaving the woman a tip. I return to Nyla getting dressed.

"I don't want to leave you, but we promised each other, we'll FaceTime every night. And you'll come and visit often, and holidays break, I'll return. We have this mapped out, all we have to do is stick to the plan and keep our hands in our pants...whenever we feel lonely," she eyes my hands and I glance down at them.

"What does that mean, I have to masturbate while your away?" I raise an eyebrow. This is crappy.

"Yeah, because I'm not going to be here to give you the real deal."

"I mean the real deal cost $40 dollars and drink at a bar here—" before I could finish, she chucks a pillow at my head. I quickly duck while breaking out into fits of laughter. She throws me the finger, a mean frown on her. It's adorable when she's mad.

"Deck I'm not playing with you," she warns, but a smile creeps onto her face.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I promise I'll masturbate to all the nudes I have of you in my phone." She giggles and places her hand over her face. She removes it and places it over her mouth.

"Why are you like this?" She questions hysterically.

"I don't know, you made me this way,"