171 Days

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: House Of Passion
A short story I really poured my heart into. It doesn't need explaining this time. It's about a boy and a girl I wish were me and someone special I am about to say goodbye to for a very long time very soon.

Submitted: August 20, 2016

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Submitted: August 20, 2016

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She'd thought it would never happen. They had done shots together but both gotten distracted after. She was standing at the bar now and had just finished talking to the barman aka her friend Luke who was now pouring drinks for someone. She didn't even have time to turn and look for her other friends before she realised it. He was behind her. She felt his hand on her waist and didn't even scare. It felt so damn right. His fingers were brushing the little part of skin that showed between her shirt and her hot-pants. He moved them a little. She knew that that was the beginnings of stroking, he just couldn't go through with it. He didn't dare to. She instinctively let herself fall. She leaned back a little and felt his chest on her back. She tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes. Being this near to him was like a dream. After months in the desert, she was lying on a bed of roses in paradise. When he spoke, she shuddered all over. He leaned in, his lips almost touching her hair whispering in her ear what she thought were the sweetest words she'd ever heard in her life: "You're gonna say goodbye the right way, aren't you?". They weren't exactly her words but they were enough to make this whole scene completely and utterly perfect. She put her hand over his and he laced her fingers with his. She lent back, on to him, enjoying the touch and finally smelling his scent again. Then she turned around in his embrace, not letting go of his hand. If they hadn't already been completely captured, they were when they locked eyes. Fiery green emeralds mirroring the icy blue sapphires' desire. She knew Brian was watching them. She knew he was jealous. He on the other hand felt that Brian was intimidated. There was more sexual tension in this one look than Brian had ever experienced with anything haptic in his entire life. He melted completely when she opened those sweet cherry lips of hers and said "Let's get lost". He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him, once again lacing their fingers. He wouldn't let go of her like last time. He never ever wanted to let go of her again. When they walked away from the fire all eyes were on them. They were disappearing again. The prince of ice and the fiery little angel. One should think those opposites would kill each other. These two made a firework. "Where are we going?", she asked as they had arrived on the familiar field lane outside the party cottage. "To end this where we started it", he said, pulling up her hand to kiss every one of her knuckles while they walked. She looked at him with astonishment. Three months. Three months of not even talking. Not texting. Not touching. And certainly not kissing. She'd tried to lower the flame; keep the love that burned for him so low she could convince herself it wasn't even there. But her best cages couldn't withstand this much devotion. This night again and for this night only he was hers. His body. His heart. His soul. All of him. When they reached the small crossroads she took control. Weakened by surprise he let her pull him into the right lane until they were behind a big tree stamp. It was so dark he could barely see her. But he could still make out her big, beautiful sparkling eyes. Her clear-cut cheekbones. Those cute small lips that tasted like ambrosia. "How am I supposed to say goodbye when I haven't even said hello properly?", she whispered and came a little bit closer. It was clear what she wanted and there was nothing he wanted more in the world. But he didn't want wild and fast this time; not for now. He knew she would get him there anyway; that was just what she does. But for now, while he could still control himself and think relatively straight he wanted what she'd never started before. He cupped her cheek in his hand and she leaned into it, closing her eyes. When she turned her head and slowly kissed his palm, so torturously slowly, so delicately softly, he felt passion seething up in him. He took one deep breath and exhaled softly, eyes closed. "Hearts and flowers baby", he whispered and pulled her close just to grab her by the waist on both sides and lift her up. She chuckled and instinctively put her hands around his neck. He still couldn't believe how perfectly that worked. His hands fit around her waist as if it had been made for them. She was so light he could have held her forever but still heavy enough to feel like a woman and not like a skeleton. He looked up at her, and when their eyes met, he lowered her one little bit. She closed her eyes as he let her down inch by inch by inch. Slowly. When she parted her lips and inhaled sharply he almost couldn't take it anymore, but forced himself to go on. Slowly. She came to stand on tiptoes when she felt it. That feeling when your stomach seems to prickle with joy and your lips are tickling in anticipation. It is that moment of magic that you get to experience every time you kiss someone new - or every time you finally get to kiss the person you love again. The first touch was merely a brush and even though she just wanted to pull him close and rock his whole world she let him be in control. Because she felt how important that was for him and that simple fact that the actually cared made this moment even better than it already was. He acted so slowly… Fist he only let their lower lips touch. Then he stopped. This was torture, for him in control as much as for her in this state of granting him the power of being in charge. He infinitely prolonged the pre-kiss magic and she'd thought that it would leave some time; that the tension would break. But it never did. When they finally finished the softest kiss they'd ever exchanged he pulled back a little; knowing she must have craved more as much as he did. He tried to talk but could only breath: "Come". She still had her eyes closed on her first steps. The walked down the whole field lane, hand in hand, arm in arm. Every touch was as gentle as could be and as gentle as it had never been. Even though she had expected it before, she was sure when they turned right after the playground. He was heading towards the barn. Their barn. This was where it had all begun; this was where they'd made their pact. Friends with benefits. No strings attached. Just fun. Just passion. Just the beautiful feeling of our lips touching and our bodies colliding; just the beautiful feeling of wanting you so much it hurts. She was walking in his arm, head leaned onto his chest, when they entered the barn. "Wait a second", he whispered but didn't let go of her before he'd brushed a kiss onto her temple. The barn still didn't have a door, only the quarter cut-out in the wall as an entrance. He took something from in between two wooden wall boards gaping open. The sound hadn't fooled her. It was matches and he lit one, lighting a candle in a lantern pretty much in the middle of the barn, right before the huge pile of really small cut up wood. Now that wasn't much light, but it was enough to see what she had to see. The pile of wood wasn't just wood anymore. Someone had carved it out in the middle, created a platform. On top of it was a picnic blanket and a few pillows that looked like they had been stolen directly from their little party cottage. "What is this?", she whispered, walking towards him, still staring at the little island of comfort he had created. "I know I said not here", he explained while pulling her closer softly, "But with the right adjustments I couldn't think of a more perfect place". She put her hands around his neck and softly stroked his hair that she still regretted was too short to play with. She shook her head and leaned in to kiss him and this time he let her. He slid his hands under her loose jacket and pulled her towards him. The were holding each other tighter than ever but there was still way too much space between them. He almost panicked when she pulled back. "Wait. The light. Won't they-", she worried. He interrupted her softly, tucking a coppery lock of hair behind her ear: "You can't see it from outside. I placed it like that". She chuckled and he grinned. And when she kissed him again, he lost control. He had used up every ounce of strength to withstand her charms. He willingly let hearts and flowers die when he finally gave in and let himself fall into her kisses completely; grabbing her her, feeling up her perfect body. When she started unbuttoning his jeans shirt, he held on to her hand and pulled back a little. He was so out of breath he could barely speak. "Wait. We don't have to go there. We can just stop if you don't want-", he didn't get to finish his sentence. She silenced him with a wild and heavy kiss and assured him by opening one more button. He couldn't believe that she wasn't out of breath when she spoke. Her voice didn't shake or break. It was strong and confident when she leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I want you. Always have, always will". And with those words every last bit of resistance was dead and buried. He kissed her like a drowning man getting his last precious breath of air when he opened the tasselled band that closed her jacket. She basically ripped his shirt open as he pulled the jacket over her shoulders. He pulled her cropped white blouse over her head as she slipped the shirt off his shoulders. He hadn't even noticed that she'd opened the buttons on his sleeves. He just felt her. Her tongue playing with his, her hands all over him, his hands all over her, exploring the familiar curves and edges of her body. Her skin smelled like milk and honey as always. Her scent made him feel stoked as he kissed her neck and felt her shiver when his lips touched her weak spot. He grabbed her by the waist, lower this time, lifting her up and he realised that she knew just what he wanted when she immediately twined her legs around him. He started walking, up the hill of wood and put her down on the blanket, carefully catching his fall with his other hand so he wouldn't smother her with his weight. It never ceased to amaze him how incredibly skilful she was. She took advantage of her current position by opening the zippers of her short boots, then she opened her legs and pushed him over so she was on top of him and could slip off her shoes with ease. She started kissing him from his neck down and he could only lie back and moan when she reached the hemline of his pants and softly tugged at it with her teeth. Then she slid back up, kissing him on the mouth, pushing off the ground with one hand and opening his belt and pants with the other. She did it so slowly it was almost torture. When she was just about to slide her hand under his boxers, he used all his force of will to roll over on top of her and use her trick to take off his shoes. Then he let her pull down his jeans and stepped out of them before he lay down on top of her. He needed to feel her; be close to her. But she wanted even closer and she wanted it quickly. She hadn't felt this passionate in months, hell, she hadn't wanted anything like this in months. He kissed her neck down and tucked at her bra with his teeth. He knew that by the time he got to her bellybutton she would push her hips towards him. She couldn't wait. Her impatience made him wanna play with her, make her wait, beg, want him so much she couldn't take it anymore. But he didn't have the force to do that. He was willing-less in her arms because there was one thing he wanted more than anything. He wanted her, the beautiful girl that had surprised him, challenged him, loved him like no one ever had before. He wanted her with every fibre of his being. She still didn't know how he did it but once again he opened her hot-pants with his teeth. He pulled one side of the zipper down until it slipped from his grip. She wanted to roll over, get on top of him to take off her pants but he simply lifted her up and pulled them down. Slowly. Enjoying every touch his hands could get in the process. He went on until he'd slipped them off her feet. And then he began kissing his way back up her leg, her shank, her thigh. He got slower and slower but when he reached her panties he surprised her by moving on fast and landing a kiss exactly on her clit. She inhaled sharply and moaned quietly. Oh, how much he loved that sound. He knew her body like the back of his hand by now and he worshipped every inch of it. When he kissed his way back up she got greedy and gently pulled him a little further up on his hair so she could kiss him. They kissed so wildly and explored each other's bodies like they'd never touched before. They were like flowers finally getting sunlight and water after months of desiccating in the shadows. When she took off his boxers she felt that he was ready. And so was she. Oh, so very much. He took off her panties before he pulled something from the wood the next to her head. She smiled. "Do I wanna know what else you've hidden in there?", she whispered. He chuckled and kissed her. So softly, but so demanding. And she let herself fall in the kiss and forgot the world around her so she barely heard the foil crackling and barely noticed that his hands weren't all over her anymore. She wasn't prepared for it happening. It surprised her so much she clawed her fingers in his back. Lucky for him she hated having long nails. He kissed her even more wildly when they began moving perfectly in sync. And in that moment, they weren't two people anymore. They were one. Ice and fire melting into a giant freezing firework. Maybe the whole thing was more intense because they knew it was now or never; because they knew this was the last time for God knows how long. Or maybe they were just lucky. She hadn't been prepared. For the first time ever she had been with a guy and reached her climax. Just a few seconds before he had. He had drowned out her moaning with his kiss and then they just stayed in that position. Kissing. Gently. Over and over again. She broke the peace by rolling over and on top of him. Then she laid back on her side, head popped up on one arm. He too laid back on his side, but pulled her close with his free arm. The only time he let go of her was when he reached for a blanket behind her and spread it over the two of them. She shook her head and chuckled. "You were THAT sure this was gonna happen?", she teased him. He grinned and kissed her once again before he answered: "Not sure. Full of hope". Even in the nearly complete darkness he could see her incredulous look and her cheeky grin. He knew her so well and he didn't even know why. I guess you just look at some people more closely. It's crazy how much you learn when you're paying attention. He added: "I don't think I would have been able to let you go any other way". He was whispering and she kissed him softly in response. And then they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. Again, she was the one who broke it off: "I think we should go. I'm sure they're looking for us…". He shook his head. "Just give me a few more minutes. I need to hold you a little longer", he breathed, pulling her closer. "It'll never be enough”, she said, “But it has to be. You're leaving in three days". "It's only a few months. And we could-", he started but she interrupted him: "No. Don't say it. There's something I have to tell you and I don't think I'll be able to say it if you suggest anything like that". His eyes were wide when she looked at him. She saw question. Excitement. But it made her heart a little lighter when she couldn't find fear in them. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No matter how much she tried and how much she trusted him, she still couldn't say it out loud. She whispered it, almost mouthed it: "I love you". He pulled her close and kissed her. When he released her from the kiss, he stroked her cheek and whispered: "Finally". "Finally?", she asked, popping her head up on her arm. He smiled. "I love you, too. Hell, I think I've loved you since the first time you kissed me. I just didn't know it", he said but that only made her look at him incredulously, so he added: "It doesn't matter that I'm leaving. We can be together, we can-", she interrupted him again: "Not only does it matter, it means everything. I would never have said those words to you if I didn't know that you’re leaving so they don't matter", he wanted to protest but she cut him off: "Don't. Please. I know what you feel because I feel it too but we can never be together. Not after everything. You were with her, not me, you broke up with her… And besides this is so new, so fragile… It could never survive long distance". "New?! Fragile?!", he protested strongly, "This has been going on for months and she- and I- it doesn't- I love you! That should count for something!", he sounded almost panicked. She cupped his face in her hands, rolling on top of him. "If you love me you'll have to let me go. I promise you, if you come back and you still want me and you're not with someone else I'll be yours from that day for as long as it works out. But this is too much now. For both of us", she said and if she wasn't wrong, she'd seen a tear glittering in the corner of his eye for a second. "You promise?", he whispered. "I solemnly promise, vow and pledge. I am yours, Prince M", she smiled and kissed him. He kissed her back, with as much passion as sadness. "You know that I'll never be able to be with anyone else like this, right?", he said, "That didn't work out the one time I tried". He kissed her before he added: "And it kills me to even think about YOU with another guy…". She shook her head. All she could say was "Mhmhm. I wouldn't-". It took her almost all of her strength to stop tears from falling when she kissed him again. She'd always hoped but never dared to assume she was the reason they'd broken up. To her, what they had, had always been perfect. And until now, she'd thought he couldn't see that. No words could express how she felt when she found out that he too had cared for her all along. "171 days", he whispered, between two kisses. "What?", she breathed. "170, actually", he rectified, "It's after twelve". He waited a second until he added, whispering scarcely audibly: "170 days until you're mine". When they kissed again, she tasted a tear on his upper lip just as he felt hers rolling onto and over his cheek.


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