Keeper Of The Lost Cities... What'll Happen?

"Do you trust me?"

Warnings: suggestive dialogue but nothing too bad

Biana's POV

I led him through a few halls and then into a guest room. I walked around the room and he sat on the edge of the bed. 

"sooooo...." he mumbled. 

"yeah....." I trailed off, still pacing the room. 

"What's happening?" he asked, awkwardly. 

"I.... don't know," I admitted. He walked up to me and trailed a finger up my arms and traced over my collarbone. 

"you trust me, right?" he whispered into my ear. Chills went through my spine and I bit my lip. 

"yeah," I whispered, my voice cracking. Since when was he the seductive, out-going one in the relationship? "why?" I asked. 

"do you want this?" he whispered again in my ear. I didn't know what to answer. I really liked him but was I ready for this. I mean for goodness sake, we live forever. But forever could be a long time......... and no time is better than the present. 

"yes, I trust you," I responded. I had expected my voice to come out shake but it came out sturdy. that showed me I was ready. 

"you sure?" he asked, gently leading me to sit on the edge of the bed. I nodded as I slowly pulled off his jacket and undid his tie. He slipped the straps off of my dress but it didn't fall off yet, I held it in place. He took off his shirt and revealed a muscular chest. I ran my hand up and down it and bit my lip. He pulled the top of dress down to my waist and he kissed my neck. 

"last chance to go back?" he warned. 

Keefe's POV

(a few minutes earlier) 

"the Vacker's are like your second home. Where's a free room going to be?" Marella commanded me. I laughed. 

"chill, girl."

"Don't tell me to chill," she stated sharply. I laughed at her but she just smiled mischievously. I brought her to one of the guest rooms in the massive house. "is this your first time?" she asked as I pulled off my jacket. 

"um..... no, not really," I admitted to her. She cocked an eyebrow dramatically. 

"Really?" she asked as she took her shoes off and I did the same. 

"I've only done it one other time but it didn't really mean anything so it doesn't count," I told her. She grabbed my tie and pulled my ear to her mouth. 

"It counts baby, but, I'll make your forget all about that other girl after this," she whispered, seductively. Then, she gently bit my ear. I smiled and bit my lip. 

"yes, ma'am," I whispered back. I made to undo my tie but she grabbed my hand. 

"leave it on, it's hot," she teased. I laughed at her but she bit her lip. I gently started to pull down her dress but she stopped me again. 

"let me do a fashion show for you," she whispered. I nodded but then I stopped. I'd done this before, she hadn't. 

"hang on, I couldn't live with myself if I didn't ask you this. You're really ready for this right?" I asked. 

"of course," she said. 

"do you trust me?" I asked her again. 

"of course," she said again. 

"then let's make this magical. I did it for my first time to kind of get back at my dad in a way. I want this to be special," I told her, undoing my tie. She sighed. 

"I trust you," she whispered. This time, it wasn't sensual, it was gentle. I ran my hands through her hair as she finished pulling her dress off. I kissed down her dress and she squirmed a little. 

"you're okay, right?" I asked one last time. 

"I'm perfect," she responded. 

"after this, there's no going back. You're sure?" 

"I'm sure, now just make out with me!" she commanded. I laughed and pulled her onto the bed with me. 

Tam's POV

"I'm really sorry," Biana whined. I smiled at her. We sat on the edge of the bed re-clothed. 

"you don't have to be. I wanted to make sure you were really ready and you're not. Honestly, I probably am not either. We're young be need to live and love and cry and stuff. Let's wait until we know it's the perfect time. But just know, I want it to be with you," I whispered the last part. She smiled weakly. 

"I didn't want to disappoint you," she tells me. 

"You never disappoint me," I tell her. She smiled a real smile. 

"I love you," she tells me. 

"I love you to. Okay, how about we get down to the gala, and dance and eat like no one's business," I tell her. 

"That's because it isn't!" She giggled. I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair. 

"let's go, baby," I grab her hand and we walk downstairs to the party. 

Marella's POV

We laid in bed for a few minutes in silence, the covers pulled up over our chests. I sighed. 

"that really was amazing and magical," I told him. "well, when I wasn't crying from pain," I laughed. He smiled gently at me and kissed my forehead. 

"It was great, wasn't it?" he admitted. I nodded gently. He pulled himself from the bed and got dressed. I copied him quickly. 

"how long have we been up here?" I asked. 

"an hour and thirty," he told me. 

"shoot, we've been up here for awhile!" I gasped. We quickly fumbled to get our clothes back on and it ended up looking a bit messier than intended. 

"what do we tell the others?" he asked as we jogged down the hall to go back downstairs. 

"I don't know!" I whisper-shouted. He paused when we got to the door. 

"say we were looking for the bathroom because you needed to fix your makeup and hair and stuff and we ended up getting really lost and then we made out for awhile," Keefe offered. I rolled my eyes. It was a terrible excuse but the only one we had. 

"ok, fine, whatever," I mumbled. We quickly burst through the doors and everyone was already seated and staring at us.