YDR (Ariana/You)

Chapter 15. Limits

A/n: yall ugly

Ariana POV
"So we can't have sex?" I shrieked at the doctor, anxious for an answer.

I love her body, I love kissing it, licking it, touching it, pleasuring it, I don't know if I could live without making love to her perfect body.

"No, Ariana," he chuckled, "it just means she has limits."

"Limits? Like what kind of limits?" I asked, calming myself down.

"You'll have to find that out by yourself. I see that you care a lot about her, Ariana. You'll be able to handle her. My studies show that something recently happened to trigger this condition, may I ask what that is?" Dr. Clark politely inquired.

Me and Y/n both looked at each other before she started speaking up, "I-it was something minor, I know what it was but I didn't know it would cause this...thanks for asking."

I gently placed my hand on her thigh while giving her a concerned look.

She says it didn't bother her, but that's a lot on a person. I can see that she's just trying to be strong for me, but I know her, I know humans, and humans would never be okay with getting their own human rights stripped away from them.

"Okay, well I believe you guys are all set here. It was nice meeting you, let me know if you need some help with Y/n, Ariana." Dr. Clark offered, getting up to shake my hand.

"Yes Sir!" I responded playfully, saluting him before shaking his rough hands.

Smiling as I parted my way with him, I intertwined my girlfriends fingers in mine before walking out of the doctors room.

"You know, I'm really proud of you, baby. You've been through so much and still don't even seem fazed. You don't have to hide your feelings from me, Y/n. I love you, my devotion for you runs so deep that you can't even touch the soul of it." I say to Y/n, rubbing the back of her soft and moist hand with my thumb.

She grinned at me, showing her incredibly cute dimples before grabbing my cheeks and bringing me into a soft kiss.

"You're really a charmer, Ariana".

Later on that day

"Baby please, the doctor just said I was diagnosed with PTSD why are you trying to fuck!" Y/n whines loudly, pushing on my chest.

"He ain't say we couldn't have sex, now let me get in them cheeks!" I replied cheerfully, pulling her down by her ankles before towering over her flattened body.

She squealed playfully before pushing on my chest harder, "you always playing! Move!" She giggled, dragging on her words.

"Okay fine, I'll just tickle you." I chuckled, before tickling her sides while sticking my tongue out at her.

Y/n began crying laughing, pleading me to stop while trying to pry my hands off her soft sides.

"Bae stop! I'm for real!" She whimpered, scooting off the couch.

I quickened the pace of my fingers before looking down at her face, waiting to see a smile but all I saw was a frown and a few tears.

Quickly stopping, I hopped off of her before speaking up. "Baby, are you really crying because I was tickling you?" I sighed, putting a hand on my hip.

"Yes, you always playing." Y/n pouted, before throwing the pillow at my face.

I scoffed before picking the quilted pillow up and throwing it back at her, "you're such a faker!"

"Whatever, come here and cuddle me stupid."

A/n: Ik this chapter was short n trash but I felt I had to put out a lil sumn sumn the REAL chapter coming out on Sunday.