Kiss Me Before You Go

Part Thirteen

"P'Finn..." Bran's voice sounded so melodious, filled with lust as my mouth traveled down to his neck.

I hummed against his skin, my hands snaking under his t-shirt, caressing his soft skin in his back.

All my pent up desires have been getting satisfied these past three days. Not completely. I'm afraid I will never get sated. Bran is like a drug I could never get enough of. And when he said he loves me too, that's all I needed to keep coming back for more. And more...

"I want you, baby." I slipped a hand into the back of his denim jeans, cupping his butt cheek.

"H-Here?" Bran rasped, his voice shaky. His hands were grabbing my hair as we kissed, hungrily.

"Here, baby."

I pulled from our kiss and took my t-shirt off before laying it down on the grass. Grabbing Bran by his waist, I captured his lips again and gently lowered him down to lie on my shirt.

Bran took his t-shirt off himself as I unbuttoned his pants. His cock was hard already. I palmed his erection hiding underneath his boxers and a gasp escaped his mouth.

I watched as Bran's eyes turned dreamy, more drunken, his body hotter, from every touch I did, every kiss on his lips and everywhere else. He moaned my name as I prepared him for me. And under the setting sun, with the trees that surrounded us, the grass underneath his beautiful naked body, I made love to him again.

"I love you, Bran. Always remember that," I rasped against his lips as I thrusted into his heat. He wrapped his legs in my back and gently stroked my hair as he looked at me with feverish eyes.

"I love you too, P'Finn."

God, I love him. All of him. His handsome, beautiful face, his shyness and reservation, his pure heart, his stubbornness. I don't care how he fell for me and let the feelings drown him even with the false knowledge about our familial relationship. He's my Bran and he's the most beautiful person for me. Inside and out.

Sharing our heat, we basked in pleasure of our union under our tree, not wanting to end anything yet. We uttered sweet nothings to each other as we made love unhurriedly.

I felt so complete now that he's mine. Last night was magical. Today was even more beautiful. And I'll be looking forward for more.

***

"I'll carry you in my back," I told Bran after we got dressed. It was already getting dark.

Bran hid his smile, hanging his head low with his hands in his pockets. "I'm not light anymore, you know."

"I know. But I don't think you changed since last year. Did you know? I'm the one who carried you back to your room when you got drunk at your sisters' birthday party."

The look of surprise in his eyes was so adorable I had to pinch his cheeks.

"Come on, baby. If we don't go back now, all the food will be gone." My words earned me a chuckle and a smack from him. "Stop being cute or I'll eat you again."

"Alright," he said, trying to sound exasperated. "Give me that back. Don't complain later that your body hurts from carrying me."

"Oh I thought it was the other way around," I teased. "Don't you feel sore back there?"

"Dang it, P'Finn."

Our descent from the hill was full of teasing from me. I didn't care how he would pinch my cheek or bite my ear because being close to him and hearing his chuckles and laughters made the walk so worthwhile.

I drove us back to house without breaking my hold on his hand. I knew he started to feel uneasy the minute we reached his jeep, probably thinking over our family's reaction once we come back.

We had to ask Dad to send someone to toe Bran's car. I told my lover how it was going to be okay. Dad and the rest were kist worried after Bran ran away.

Arriving at the house, things seemed normal. We could hear voices of usual laughters from the twins and my sister. It was accompanied by four other voices.

"Bran! Aria ate all your mango float!" Armina was the first to say something.

"It's alright, Bran," Dad chimed. Your auntie Gianna made you more."

"P'Finn! Is it true you slapped the bear I gave to P'Bran?!" France walked towards my frozen lover and yanked him off me with the bear in her other hand.

I looked at everyone and nothing chnahed. The coldness from Uncle Alex' eyes earlier was back to his usual warm gaze. Aunt Zia and my mother both gave me a smile, same soft one whenever I'm back somewhere.

Turning to Bran as France led him to the kitchen, I saw him look at me, his eyes teary but he looked so happy, smiling at me.

Back to the others, the twins were apparently in the middle of playing chess with Dad. Like usual, Armina was being aggressive when it comes to competing. Using the queen, she ousted one of Dad's piece on the board.

"Effing knight. DIE!!!"

They all had a laughter over it.

"You look like you've been rolling on grass, Finn?" Uncle asked me. Only then that I noticed how dirty my supposed to be white t-shirt was from being used as a bedding earlier.

I never blush but I think my ears went hot. I had to excuse myself to get my boyfriend so we could both clean up.

_______________tbc•Zia