Fire meet gasoline (Skeet Ulrich)

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"So, you're trying to tell me," Skeet put his head a little bit higher on the pillow, but his big palms were still lightly clenching my waist, "that even though you love ... or, should I say, is obsessed ...  with Harry Potter, you hate the last part? How's that possible?" he looked at me with a smirk on lips. 

"Well, it's not hate, I just didn't like the ending ...," I shrugged and ran through my hair, which was glued to my back from sweat from our previous actions, "it's that I don't like the way it was ended. All was well. Nothing was well! They had their lives after and there were things going on and the most important thing, my childhood ended with that stupid sentence," I puckered out my lower lip and frowned. 

"And that is the reason you also hate romantic movies? Because the ending is similar to this sentence?" 

"Yep. Because it's waste of time to watch it in general, right? They meet, immediately fall in love, but there is her or his ex, but then they solve it and live happily ever after, oh please, what a stupidity. The same formula over and over again."

"Okay, so no romantic movies for me," he laughed.

"No, you crazy! I would watch that actually! But no kissing," I narrowed my eyes and grinned. 

"What about Falice kisses in Riverdale?" he bit his bottom lip while smiling. 

"Hmmm ... I'll talk to Roberto and Mädchen about it, haha," I leaned to him and kissed his sweaty forehead. 

We were in Italy at that time. It was July, beautiful, sunny and hot. After Skeet finished his filming, we both went on a trip to Europe for three weeks. We went sightseeing, we ate a lot, went skinny dipping in hotel pools and seas at night, talked about everything and anything and made love whenever and wherever we wanted. I didn't even wore panties when we went somewhere. Just one look and we both knew, he took me aside, picked me up and ... Dot dot dot. You can imagine. It was beautiful, honest and full of love. We were like fifteen years old teens, full of hormones. I fell in love with him more and more everyday and everyday he was proving me he's the one. 

Last time I was in work in The CW, it was very sad. I was leaving something that brought to me many amazing persons, including my boyfriend and best friends. They threw me a huge party and I must admit, I cried a lot. They all were so nice to me, kept wishing me beautiful things, hugging me and smiling, although sadly. 

But I needed to move on. I packed a little suitcase, I left a lot of things in Skeet's apartment or took them to orphanages, mostly clothes and make up and finally moved to Skeet's house in L.A. I was a little bit nervous how kids will react, simply because they had their privacy and I was intruder, but they reassured me it's okay. 

So I was getting used to the life in sunny L.A., when Skeet surprised me with the vacation. We packed and went the next day. I had one free month before starting new job. I was both scared and excited. Everything went so quickly.

"Vicki," Skeet kissed my arm and hugged me from behind. He was all wet from the shower, but his skin was burning. Such an amazing feeling. And he was completely naked. Another amazing thing about our relationship. We were so comfortable around each other that we were practically naked all the time. Here, on vacation, and even at home, when kids were away. I loved it, I loved us when we were together. That magic between us. 

"What are you thinking about, hm? You seem so distant," he playfully bit my earlobe and I shivered. 

"How lucky I am. How happy you make me," I smiled, watching the sunset, feeling his kisses on my shoulder. 

"I'll do anything for you, you know," he whispered. 

"I don't need anything," I turned to him, my hands roaming up and down his body, my palms wiping away the wetness from shower, "I need you and your love. That's all."