Falling For The Bad Guy.

Chapter Thirty Three

Christmas Eve morning, I wake up to the smell of cinnamon buns. Yummy. I get up and run over to Derek, wrapping my arms around him and putting my head on his back. "Hmm, you smell like cinnamon rolls." I say. Enjoying the food, he's also prepared coffee. I put caramel macchiato creamer into my coffee and take a sip. "One of your gifts is on the table." I say, walking over with him. "Open this." I say, handing him the wrapped whiskey bottle. He opens it and smiles, holding back tears. "You remembered." He says. "Your mom is someone I'll never forget Derek. She was wise and kind, but also filled with sass. You could be reminded of her lovable ways when you see this bottle." He let's go and begins to cry. "This is everything I could've asked for. She was the only one I had for such a long time." "I know. I feel the same way about my dad." I say, relating our feelings. "I can't feel your pain Derek. And you can't feel mine. But I can understand and I can help. I'll always be here, I promise." "We managed to lose the people we loved the most, yet find each other. It all doesn't fully make sense in a way." He says. "Does life make sense? Does breathing air from trees make sense? None of it makes sense, but you have to find the people you care about, you have to find the value in memories, and you have to find something to cherish. Because without gratitude, there is nothing worth living for." He nods and buries his face into my neck. He hugs me with his strong arms and feeds me a piece of cinnamon roll. "Let's go ice skating today." I suggest. "You know how to ice skate?" He asks. "Are you kidding? Of course I do! Are you afraid you'll fall?" I smile. "I'm gonna bust my ass!" He replies. "I'll help you up, don't worry."
When we get to the rink, I'm ecstatic. I can finally show him the one thing he doesn't know about me: how good of an ice skater I am. I put on my skates, and get on the ice. Derek follows behind me and holds onto the boards, attempting not to fall. But he winds up tripping over his skate and falling on his ass anyway. I help him up and show him how to move his feet. "You can't just glide like you're a professional figure skater. You have to learn how to walk on ice first, step by step. Bend your knees, put your hands out and try to go forward." I suggest. He moves slowly, and when he almost goes down, I help him. When he begins to skate better, I take his hand in mine and skate faster. I'm leading, as he says, "The View over here is pretty nice." "Be quiet and get next to me!" I laugh. He does as I say, and we skate freely. I feel like a little girl again. Free of all worries, and infatuated with the person next to me. I'm equally infatuated with him as I am in love with him. Even though I know this vacation will come to an end in two days, I'm just cherishing the moment. Literally tripping over that thought, I fall, bringing Derek down with me.
A few hours later
The table is set, and I sit down with Derek. We're in our pajamas, with a table full of food right in front of us. Tasting it all, we're satisfied. "Open the little gift under the tree." He insists. "Okay." I smile, grabbing the gift. Opening it, I see a rose gold ring. "It's beautiful." I say, thanking him. "You could put it on your ring finger on your right hand, until I could put an engagement ring on your left." He says. I smile at the thought of marrying him. I never thought I would get married. Even when I met Derek in college. I was always scared of the thought, especially since my father and mother's marriage failed them. Secretly, I still kind of am. But it's not about a legal binding contract, it's about the person you get married to. A piece of paper doesn't fix or change anything. A relationship makes up a marriage, a marriage doesn't make up a relationship. I know one day, in the far future, I'll be his wife. Bringing up a tender subject, I ask him if he wants kids.
Derek's Point Of View
Marrying the woman of my dreams has always been a hope of mine. But children, and being a father, terrifies me. I didn't have a father around. I only had my mom. But picturing a mini-Rebecca running around, makes me warm to the idea.
Rebecca's Point Of View:
"Maybe. There's possible hope for children in my future." He says. I smile at his words. Finishing the food, I take out chocolate. "This is dessert?" He asks. "Yup." I respond, also serving him champagne. "Chocolate and champagne, what more could a guy want?" He says. I take the two delicious items away from him and keep them for myself. "Your sarcasm about simply delicious food is annoying." I say, stuffing my face with chocolate. "Give me a bite of that." He says, coming over to my seat. I stop him by putting my foot on his chest. He puts his fingers on my leg, and slides down, removing my underwear. I close my legs, choosing food over sex, and put another piece of chocolate in my mouth. "Fuck this." He says, taking the box from me and throwing it across the room. He lifts me up and sits on the bed. I crash my lips onto his and grip his neck. I grind my hips against him and his tongue captures mine. He looks at the clock and says, "It's 12am." "Mhm." I say, pushing him back onto the bed. I take off his pants and put his throbbing cock down my throat. I suck all of him, fast and sloppily. He puts his hands on my hair and pulls. I lick his tip and he pulls me up. I quickly undress and take all of him into me. He pushes me to the bed, and rips his shirt off. Thrusting into me, he moans. "Fuck. It's been so long." I grab onto his shoulders and lean up, kissing his neck. "I'm gonna fuck you till you scream." He says, re-positioning me. He puts me on top of him and grabs my ass, sitting me on his cock. I slide his dick in and out of me, bouncing my ass on top of him. I move forward and hover over him, putting my boobs near his face. He licks my nipples as I rock my hips. I move my hand up and down his abs, causing him to moan, and push me over. He bends me over and enters me once again, pounding into me harder than I expected. I hold onto the headboard to try to steady myself, but I can't, I've lost all balance. He grabs my neck and pushes my face into the sheets. I like how rough it is. I'm sweating and dripping, everywhere. He pulls my hair up and I take a breath. "Fuck Rebecca." He moans. He finds my spot over and over again, and my body feels like it's exploding. I come undone as he does, and he spills the sticky liquid all over my ass. He sticks his fingers up me and takes them out, licking them. He does this once more, and puts his soaked fingers in my mouth. "Taste how sweet you are." He says. I lick his fingers and love the nastiness of tonight. Every part of me is beaded with sweat or come, and I love it.