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Vanderwood startled awake, putting a hand up as though to stop the carrot that had been launched at him in his dreams. He blinked a few times. Oh, good; he was in her bedroom and not the kitchen. A sigh of relief escaped him as he looked down to see Cerise still snuggled into him. She was so beautiful when she slept; well, she always was. Vanderwood watched her for a little bit before he carefully untangled himself from her and found his phone. If he could let her sleep in a little longer, that would be best. Stretching, he noticed just the tiniest twinge of soreness, but that seemed to be his usual morning soreness and not related to his now-healed injuries.
He was definitely back in commission. His eyes flitted to her, noting the way the blankets had wrapped tight around her, and then he had to look away. Really? It had to react that way now? He had just woken up, and she wasn’t even awake yet. Granted, it had been almost a week since he’d had sex last, and he was incredibly attracted to her, but still. Bloody Hell, he was some sort of mess. He decided to check his texts. Nothing new.
A smile crossed his face as he decided to read through his texts with her, and that was a bad idea, because he’d forgotten about her shower picture. Oh, holy fuck, that wasn’t going away. His eyes flitted to her sleeping form again. Maybe she wouldn’t mind being woken up? Vanderwood rolled over and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer and kissing her nose gently. “Shortcake?” If she didn’t wake up, he’d just have to figure it out himself.
Cerise stirred from her sleep at the sound of his voice. She’d been having a rather pleasant dream involving something to do with cotton candy and other fluffy things. Keeping her eyes open was proving to be trouble, but she eventually managed it. Why did she feel like he had woken her up at the buttcrack of dawn? “…What time is it?” She asked sleepily, bringing her hand up to rub her eyes.
Obviously, she was still a little tired, but he hoped he could get her to wake up a little more. He hadn’t really paid much attention to the time. “Maybe seven? I think.” Cerise groaned, but Vanderwood nuzzled her before he snuggled in closer under the blanket, his hand at her upper back taking a slow trip lower, down to the edge of her top. His fingertips ducked just under the fabric to tease lightly over her skin.
She wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing. Being up this early wasn’t something she enjoyed in the least. What was with him? He kissed her gently, feeling like maybe he was being a little forward for what was probably early in the morning to her. “I’m uh…I miss you…” Maybe she could understand that? She could probably feel his erection against her by now, so it should be clear enough.
Cerise furrowed her eyebrows. He missed her? What even…“…Mon amour, I’m right here.” She only realized what he meant a moment later after feeling him against her. Cerise started to turn red but sighed and kissed his forehead. “You’re still injured. It’ll probably be another week or two.” It’s not that she didn’t want to; she just didn’t want him to make things worse for himself.
Vanderwood groaned softly. He didn’t think he’d feasibly survive another week, certainly not two, without being in a completely different room from her, and that wasn’t happening. “I’m perfectly fine. No soreness from my injuries.” Vanderwood slid his hand down over her hip to shape her thigh. For such a short woman, she really had nice legs. “I need you.” His voice had a bit of a pleading tone, but that was definitely how he felt; he needed her. Not just sex, but her. If it were just sex he needed, he’d be more willing to take care of it himself.
“Are you sure…?” She was trying her hardest not to respond to his touches and somewhat failing. “Because…maybe your erm…’need’ is clouding your…judgement?” It was getting a bit harder to formulate words. Cerise had to talk more slowly to keep herself composed. It made sense to her; it had been a while for him. That and being turned on was probably making him forget about the pain he was in. Vanderwood was now nuzzled into her neck, pressing soft kisses there. “Please, mon amour.” Never had he begged for sex, but Cerise tended to bring out those new experiences for him.
He could feel her resolve weakening as he kept up with his gentle kisses there. “I am fine, Cerise.” She did have a good point, but he’d stretched before, and that had felt just fine. It was touching that she cared so much, but right now, he really wished she wasn’t so stubborn. “I think you should admit you ‘need’ me too.” Wow, he was actually managing to talk like an adult again with her, although he still felt that little bit of redness in his cheeks. Vanderwood leaned back to lock eyes with her. “Really, I’m fine…I just need you, badly.” Impatience was a problem, but if she didn’t agree, what was he going to do? He’d probably have to take a shower. But he’d much rather have her.
Cerise blushed harder at his words. It’s not like he was wrong…”I…” She really didn’t have an argument for him. Cerise fidgeted slightly under his gaze, able to tell that he was serious. Breaking their eye contact, she turned her head, unable to look him in the eyes. “I guess…I mean…” Words. Use your words. Why could they never spill out when she wanted them to? “…prove to me you’re okay?”
A smile spread on his face. “Gladly.” Vanderwood flipped her onto her back, taking care to be gentle with her, but she’d asked him to prove it, and he was accepting that challenge tenfold. He was actually managing to be a little more like himself and less flustered, probably just because he needed her so badly. Well, he certainly wasn’t wasting any time. Cerise had let out a soft squeak when he flipped her onto her back and now stared up at him. She was terribly red, but she noticed that he was quite a bit, too, and that made her feel better.
His tongue tied just as he tried to be smooth again. “I can…I can do that.” And there was the fluster. Vanderwood shrugged it off, catching her lips with his as the hand that had been shaping her thigh before now gripped it and moved her leg over his hip, so he could grind against her for some relief. As much as it felt like he wanted to bury himself deep right now, a part of him wanted to take his time, enjoy her, please her, make the time they had together something special rather than what he had been used to before. Vanderwood’s other hand buried itself in her hair, breaking their kiss and tugging lightly to trail more kisses down her neck.
Just the kiss alone made her heart beat faster, but then he had moved her leg and grinded against her, and she felt like her heart was trying to escape the confines of her chest again. Her body was certainly reacting, and she couldn’t help but to move against him as he did so, providing more friction. He seemed to be fine so far…maybe he really was okay now.
She felt him tug at her hair a little as he broke their kiss. Like it had many times before, it felt too soon for her liking, but she decided she didn’t mind this time, especially with his lips on her neck instead. She already felt a little breathless thanks to him. Cerise let her own hands trail along his chest and torso as she used her nails to gently glide across his skin. She made sure to watch for any signs of discomfort, as hard as that was to do in this situation.
He groaned against her neck at the feeling of her nails across his skin and the way she was moving back against him. Vanderwood had really missed this, her touching him, the closeness. It was as close as anyone could get, and she was all his. He slid the hand that had been holding her leg in place up her pajama shorts instead. This part of her he hadn’t been so fortunate to really explore yet, but now he gave her ass a light squeeze, knowing it would make her move up against him even more.
Cerise hadn’t been expecting his hand, the slight squeeze making her jump, her hips moving up to meet his even more and eliciting a deep moan from him. Based on that sound alone, she figured that that’s what he had been after. After the initial surprise, she made a point to push up against him even more, knowing that he’d like it. Hell, she liked it, too and was more than happy to oblige.
His teeth grazed over her shoulder, telling her without words what he wanted, waiting for her okay. They easily communicated like this, no words needed, which was good, because sometimes neither of them could manage to talk properly anyway. He was too completely occupied with thoughts of her for words to make much sense. Cerise slid the strap to her pajama top down her arm and moved her hair over to her other shoulder in answer, giving him better access. Her hands found their way into his hair, and she let them entangle into it as she braced herself for what she knew he was about to do. Last time, she had surprisingly enjoyed it, despite her general aversion to anything that might seem painful.
Having her hands in his hair had him pausing just a moment to enjoy that feeling, another that only she had ever given him. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder before he bit down, being slow to apply more pressure and sucking at the spot. This one was going to last, but he didn’t want to outright hurt her. She winced a little and let out a soft sound, but it didn’t hurt all that much. Marion always tended to be very careful with her, not doing anything that he knew would hurt her, and if he had thought it might, he would tell her.
The mark was dark when he pulled away, and he nuzzled it lightly before moving to mumble in her ear. “Please don’t ever leave me…ma moitié.” His words made her smile, and she nuzzled into him in turn. “Never, I wouldn’t dream of it~” She figured it went without saying that he promised her the same. What would she do if one day he just up and decided that he had made a mistake–that she was a mistake? There was no way he would do that. Cerise knew that he was as in love with her as she was with him. They needed one another and they both knew it, as weird as their relationship was.
His impatience was starting to get the better of him, and he pulled back to help her out of her top, the familiar hitch of his breath when he saw her beneath him making him smile. She couldn’t help but to turn red. It was the third time he’d seen her completely topless, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing for her. It took everything in her not to cover her chest on instinct, but he was moving on already. The way Marion had looked at her didn’t help much either paired with the way he loomed over her. Even that image alone had the ability to make her blood run hot.
Vanderwood slid his hands down her sides with a light touch, feeling her shiver beneath him. He made quick work of her shorts before he kissed her again deep and passionate, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth and roughly teasing against hers. He wanted her so badly now that it was nearly painful, but he didn’t care. Vanderwood needed this kiss like he needed air.
Cerise was thankful for the kiss, because for one, she really wanted it, and two, if he was kissing her, he wouldn’t be able to see the raging blush on her face. This was the third time they’d done this – should she still be blushing like this? Should she still be this embarrassed? She was brought back from her thoughts when she felt him push his tongue into her mouth, roughly teasing against hers.
This was probably the first time he’d been so rough when kissing her…not that she minded it in the least. Cerise could feel his need through it, and she teased his tongue back just as roughly, then pushing past to rake hers against his teeth. She let her hands trail along his body and found the edge of his pajama pants. It wasn’t fair that he still got to keep his pants on while she didn’t.
It was too bad she wasn’t able to slide them down much due to their statures being so vastly different, her reach could only get her so far. She decided to improvise and ended up maneuvering to use her feet to get them the rest of the way off. Cerise couldn’t help but smirk against their kiss. She was a fricken genius. He was going to have to finish the job though, but she figured he would just kick them the rest of the way off.
Bloody Hell, that was a new feeling for him as she was working on getting his pants down. Never before had he let a woman remove any of his clothing for him. Certainly, he hadn’t let them take off his pants. Thanks to their size she ended up using her feet, and he was just kissing her more deeply now, completely and utterly hungry for her, her little smirk not helping his impatience much. Vanderwood broke the kiss to get his pants off the rest of the way. His eyes trailing over her body, all his, his sweet Cerise.
She’d known that she really needed a nice, long kiss between them, but she didn’t know that she’d needed one like this until now, rough and passionate, filled with raw emotion. His eyes were taking her in again after he broke their kiss. It was during those times she felt the most vulnerable. Cerise was trying to catch her breath after that searing kiss, but her breath hitched when he pressed against her entrance.
It was taking everything in him not to just take her now as he was pressed against her. She was right there for the taking, but he had a point to make. “You think I’ve proved I’m fine?” He was absolutely certain she needed him as much as he needed her, but he just couldn’t resist making his point, as much as he had a feeling that would bite him in the ass later.
Cerise could feel her need for him growing stronger and stronger by the second. It was getting to be almost uncomfortable with how much she wanted him, and then he decided to open his mouth. Was he seriously taunting her right now? She gave him the most unamused look she could manage in her current state. “…I dunno. ” He really thought he was going to play with fire and not get burned? Of course, she needed him, wanted him badly, but she was also positive that she could wait a lot longer than he could.
A smile spread across her face as she pulled him down to give him a deep kiss, arching herself so she grinded up against him roughly. Well, fuck. Vanderwood had watched her face as a smile grew across it and before she implemented her plans, eliciting moans into her mouth. That was not what he had expected, but he was more than willing to take it.
She let it go on for about a minute or so before she broke away, scooted back, and grabbed one of her fluffier, bigger pillows which she then covered herself with. Cerise was grinning, knowing that he was going to be incredibly frustrated with her. She felt that he was getting too impatient anyways. He needed to be knocked down a few notches. That’d teach him to tease her. “I think I’m gonna need a little more proof.” Now she eyed him snuggling into her pillow. He was the one who’d started it, he only had himself to blame.
Now she had again done something that was completely new to him. Vanderwood was left there with an aching need and a stunned look on his face, which quickly turned to frustration. God damn it, he was in pain, but not the kind of pain he was proving against. Frustration had his eyebrow twitching. He’d known he was playing with fire, known it would bite him in the ass, but he’d been banking on her needing him too much to fight him. Big mistake. Vanderwood was frustrated, not with her, but with himself for being a dumb ass.
He eyed her just like she was eyeing him before moving towards her again, taking one of her hands that she’d wrapped around the pillow and positioning himself to sit next to her legs, his hip to her thigh. “More proof, huh?” Vanderwood kissed each individual finger before nipping at the pad of her thumb and kissing down her forearm, following up along her arm to her shoulder and neck as his other hand slid up what of her leg he could touch before the pillow got in the way.
His lips found her ear, mumbling softly before he dragged his teeth along her earlobe. “What if I take care of you first then, mon amour?” Would he be able to manage that without getting carried away? Yes…as much as he was throbbing for her, he knew he wasn’t going to take anything she wasn’t willing to give him. That kiss on the stairs had been it. Vanderwood would never go further than that. He wasn’t about to give up now, though, and this was the only thing he could think of.
She had to commend him on his persistence. Cerise probably would have mentally kicked herself if he had given up, as unlikely as she thought it was. The way he was treating her so lovingly, even though she had purposefully irritated him, made her feel slightly guilty for it. The kisses made her gasp involuntarily and flush red…and then his voice and his lips and teeth on her earlobe. Cerise was certainly reacting to it, and it only made her ache for him more.
The way she was reacting had him smirking a little; he just couldn’t help it. Vanderwood was going to win out in the end, knowing he was the more experienced one and the one to actually make a move. Her hard-won edge was being lost. She threw the pillow to the side and easily climbed into his lap, straddling him and pressing her body flush against his. Cerise caressed his face with the back of her hand and the smirk was back. “Oh~? And how would you do that?” Her eyes were challenging him. It was only fair, he had teased her after all. What an ego he must have to attempt something that dumb. Cerise didn’t even think about how she should be screaming at herself in embarrassment, because revenge was so sweet. This experience would definitely teach him that she was the champion of teasing.
Holy shit, she was in his lap now. Granted, she’d been in his lap before, but not naked. Vanderwood’s face was so damn red, and he couldn’t talk at first to reply to her question, looking at her like a deer caught in the headlights. “I…how…do you want me to do it?” Any control he’d had, all of the confidence of his experience, it had flown right out the window thanks to her teasing. How was he supposed to function, exactly? He mentally slapped himself, getting somewhat out of his stupor, at least enough to run his hand down her back to cup her ass, the other stroking through her hair. “I’ll do whatever you want, ma moitié…” Vanderwood was suddenly not in control for the first time in his life, and he felt like he should be panicking, but he was surprisingly comfortable…probably because it was his Cerise. Not that any woman before really could have hurt him, but he’d never have given control to any of them.
Victory tasted so sweet to Cerise. Marion seemed to be at a complete loss for words, and she could almost physically see any confidence he had melt away. It was beautiful, really. “Whatever I want?” She repeated the question before she kissed him, torturously slow, feeling his hand bunching in her hair. What did she want him to do? Well, she knew what her body wanted, but her experience was pretty limited to what he had previously shown her.
She broke the kiss and moved to his neck, placing soft kisses to it down to his collar bone. “What I want…” Cerise debated momentarily before nuzzling into him. “Show me…can you show me what you like? Without treating me like I’m a piece of China. I want…to learn…how to make you feel good, too.” She was supposed to be teasing him, but she couldn’t help but to feel flustered as she said those words. His breathing had hitched, and he didn’t think his heart would be able to restart, but somehow, he was surviving. Her request had him a little flabbergasted. “What I…like? I like you.” First response, as true as it was, also was not helpful. There were things he remembered enjoying from a purely carnal point of view with other women but thinking about her doing them…
Cerise shook her head at his response. That wasn’t what she meant at all. At the end of the day, she was terribly inexperienced and wasn’t sure yet exactly what all she liked or disliked. They would find out what she enjoyed doing with him together, but he had so much that he could teach her. She found her way back to his neck and trailed kisses to his shoulder where she bit down hard, giving him the same treatment that he had given her earlier. Cerise left a rather dark mark in her wake as she moved up to his ear, whispering, “Teach me, mon amour~” before nibbling softly on the lobe.
Vanderwood’s mind blanked completely when she bit him, arms tightening around her as he let out a groan. He needed her so badly, and every little thing she did only made it worse. Bloody Hell, he wasn’t going to survive today. What mess had he gotten himself into? It was a good death at least. Her whisper had him shivering in anticipation, and if she wasn’t trying to kill him, he’d be surprised. “Okay…Okay…” Vanderwood pulled back to look into her eyes, thoughts going to even worse places than they had when he’d woken her up.
He removed his hand from her hair and brought it around to take her chin, his thumb tugging at her lower lip. “Remember the new thing I showed you last time?” Would that be too much for her? Thanks to the intensity of his current need, the other things he had in mind for her were all too much like being with one of his whores, and she was far more than that. Maybe he could manage those things another time, when he felt it would be less of him just taking what he wanted. “Would you…want to learn something like that, but for me?”
She nodded, no resistance despite that he was holding her chin. Oh, she definitely remembered. Cerise had found it to be so weird at first. If you really thought about it, sex in itself was bizarre. He was asking her if she wanted to learn something similar. “Of course~” She took his hand and kissed his thumb before moving to brush his bangs back with her hand and placing a kiss to his forehead.
“Marion,” She started, leaning back so she could properly look him in the eyes. “I want you to know…just because I want you to teach me…and handle me a little more roughly…” She pulled him closer, burying her head into his shoulder as she ghosted her hands along his back and moved her hips to grind into his again, creating a blissful friction between them both. “…Remember…that I’m the one in control.” He’d lost that right when he decided to challenge her, the jerk. It was exhilarating for her to have that kind of power over him…someone twice her size who could literally break her if he wanted to. Cerise gave him one more kiss, this time quicker and more on the rough side.
She had no idea what was coming over her, maybe just being in this sort of mood made her feel incredibly powerful and bold? Cerise felt like the longer she waited this out and played this game…the more she needed him. It just made her forget any insecurities, and it made it harder to think about anything but how much she was aching for him. This was a mess.
Her tenderness was in stark contrast to the way they were both clearly feeling, but it had had Vanderwood blushing nonetheless. And then the tenderness was gone. She was really taking control, and he wasn’t going to stop her. The feeling of her hands on his back, the way she ground her hips once more against his, he was putty in her hands, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Even her kiss was rougher and more demanding than usual, some sort of new confidence having slipped into her system.
There was just one thing worrying Vanderwood now. “Just stop me if I hurt you…” That was his only condition for this whole mess. He was a lot stronger than her and twice her size to boot, if she wanted to not be treated like a china doll, she was going to have to be prepared for potentially getting hurt. “If you don’t want me to be careful…you’re going to have to stop me when it’s not okay.” Honestly, he was a little nervous about it now. Hurting Cerise…just the idea had him tightening his arms around her.
Cerise raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn’t like she was going to let him manhandle her. “Trust me, mon amour. I’ll definitely let you know. I’m not saying use your full strength, ya know.” She had seen what he was capable of, and she was not about that life. All she wanted was for him to throw some of his caution into the wind, much like he had shown her with the rougher kiss just a little earlier. Cerise wanted that but with everything. With her low pain tolerance, she’d be insane if she were to request that he just completely let loose on her. He was just so worried about her that she couldn’t help but to be touched.
He locked his eyes with hers, this woman that he loved so damn much, that he wanted to protect, the other half to his soul; and he just relaxed, putting his faith in her that she would stop him if she needed to. Cerise felt herself blushing harder under the intensity of his gaze. There was just something about his eyes that made her feel like she was baring her soul to him.
Vanderwood moved carefully to lie back onto the bed, trying to breathe properly despite the view he had of her still in his lap. After a second, he realized that, right, he had to teach her. “So…move on downwards…Take your time if you need to.” His brain was simultaneously yelling at him that no, she shouldn’t take her time, because he needed her right now, but he ignored that thought as best he could.
She watched as he laid onto his back with her still straddling him. The view she had of him was nothing short of breathtaking. Cerise had to take a moment to compose herself, because God, she loved this man and God, was he absolutely sexy…and hers. She really was lucky. Her thoughts were once again broken by his voice. “Oh! Okay then.” Cerise had a pretty good idea of what was happening, but she wasn’t all too sure of things execution-wise. She moved downwards as he had instructed her to do, looking to him for confirmation when she had.
Bloody Hell, that was a sight. Vanderwood bit his tongue. Okay, so she was down there, now what? He had never had to instruct anyone on sex before, and he wasn’t even sure how well he could trust his tongue and head to function properly at the moment. Right now he really just wanted her to touch him. “Um…good…now just…the bottom side is more sensitive, and the tip is the most sensitive.” Good information, functioning brain, internally screaming mostly quiet, so far so good. “Now…if you just…well you should play around, but I can um…tell you a couple things I like…” Okay…so maybe not good, but he was at least able to talk? “You can…lick up from the bottom to the top and then…swirl your tongue around the tip…anything you want to do with your hands is fine…” Good start, right? Bloody Hell, his face was red. He was going to die today; he knew it. Vanderwood was already dying, but he had a feeling that as soon as she touched him it would be even worse…or better, really.
Him being nervous was going to make her feel super nervous. She listened to the information he was giving her with a flush. Cerise noted that his face was pretty red, too, which only added to the nerves. If anything, he looked a little…worried? If he didn’t calm down, she was going to lose her nerve. “Marion, just relax…okay?” Just a moment ago, he had been completely calm, but now he felt so tense. Cerise moved back up so she could give him a soft kiss, lingering there for about a minute before she broke it and moved onto his jawline, and then to kiss neck, placing kisses all along his body.
Obviously, she could feel the nerves off of him; it’s not like he was doing a very good job of hiding it, but then she was back up to him kissing him gently and making his heart melt even in a moment like this. Her travel downwards had him closing his eyes, focusing in on breathing, which got just a little more ragged the lower she went. It was something she ended up finding enjoyable, getting to explore his body that way.
Eventually, she found herself back where he had instructed her to be. She placed a kiss to his hip bone as she gently took his length in her other hand, trailing her thumb along the underside, his soft sound at the touch making her feel more excited than nervous. Cerise took note that he was very hard. It was no wonder that he had been impatient with her. Too bad he was going to have to wait longer now. His hands now tightened on the sheets below them.
She figured that maybe he should learn to take his time anyways. Cerise didn’t exactly know everything about those days in his life, but with as impatient as he had been with her…it must have been so much more prominent back then. A little patience could be good for him. Vanderwood was just watching her now, his breathing feeling labored. Cerise was taking her sweet time, and he didn’t even think she needed any direction if her just touching him had him this messed up.
Finally, she moved to kiss his tip, moving her hand out of the way enough to then gently trail her kisses down to the bottom before trying what he had suggested, licking back up again and slowly swirling her tongue around the tip when she got there. She could taste the bit of fluid that had built up there, but it wasn’t bad. Better than black coffee, at least. When she finished, she kissed the tip again and looked towards him, a heavy blush apparent on her face. “…Was that right?”
“Fuck…” He groaned out the word when she did as he’d instructed, and he was in some sort of heaven, even if he could feel that little bit of tentativeness. “Yeah…that was right.” His voice was so low and breathy that he wasn’t even sure if she’d heard him. She felt a little more confident to see his reaction and to hear she had done it correctly, even if she had to strain to hear him. The look he had about him was most definitely worth cutting things off earlier. Somehow, she enjoyed seeing him at her mercy. Cerise could hear her own heart beating hard in her chest. Doing this kind of thing with him also felt like she was closer to him, because she got to experience this level of intimacy with him.
Vanderwood cleared his throat and looked down to her again. Yeah, that sight was getting burned into his memory. “Now you take me into your mouth and suck. If you want to use teeth…drag them along lightly. Be careful. And don’t bite.” It would be so much easier to say ‘Just lick it like a lollipop’ for his embarrassment, but he knew that wasn’t how it worked, and she’d asked him to teach her what he liked. Cerise nodded only slightly before repeating the same action as before and then seamlessly transitioning to taking him into her mouth, giving him an experimental suck before pulling away to glance at him for a moment. Yeah, she definitely enjoyed seeing him like that.
Bloody fucking Hell, it felt so good. She wasn’t experienced, yet this was the best he’d ever experienced. It couldn’t just be that it was her, could it? Vanderwood pushed up on one arm so he could watch her, his hand finding her hair and tangling into it, bunching tight. Cerise was being so slow, and it took him a moment to realize that he was feeling her touches skin to skin. That’s right…this was the first time he was experiencing this without a condom. Either way, though, he had a feeling he would have been putty; he was putty. She had him right where she wanted him right now, and no matter what she did, he was moaning her name and curse words.
It was still such a weird concept for her, but she was finding she didn’t mind it. Plus, the reactions she was getting out of him were golden, and she wanted more of them. There was no way she was going to attempt to fit all of him in her mouth, and she wasn’t about to make herself look like a moron and try to. As inexperienced as she was, she had a pretty good idea of how to go about this after being given some general instructions.
She licked at the tip again before taking him back into her mouth, figuring she could use her hand to touch him where her mouth couldn’t. Cerise was purposely slow about it, being sure to take her time, because she was enjoying it and wanted him to as well. That and she wanted to make sure she could easily change if she did anything that made him uncomfortable. She tried alternating between both licking and sucking to see what would get the most response out of him, periodically using her teeth to graze him like he had suggested, careful to be gentle and not accidentally bite him or anything.
How the Hell was he supposed to make it through this? Vanderwood felt like with as hard and needy as he was, just a few quick moves and she’d have him over the edge. It didn’t seem like she was about to let that happen too fast. He bunched his hand tighter in her hair as he felt her teeth, leaning his head back towards the ceiling. “Fucking Hell…Cerise” Anything he said seemed to slip off into a long moan.
Should he warn her about how close he was? She seemed like she was just fine going slow at the moment. “If you…move too fast…” Damn, it was hard to talk past the sensation of her mouth on him. “I’ll cum…” All of his experience was crap compared to this, her in control and him as just the suggestion box. “You can…suck on my balls…or rub or play with them.” Now he wasn’t even really helping himself get to the end goal, but he was actually enjoying this way more than he’d ever have thought he could.
The reactions and sounds she was getting from him were exactly what she wanted and urged her on more. His hand in her hair let her know that she was doing something right, too. The better she did, the more his hand would grip her. It was like she could feel his every word, every moan in her very core. He was telling her how close he was, warning her, really. Had he been giving her suggestions on how to prolong it? That was a little surprising, to say the least.
Cerise didn’t want him to cum just yet, so she gave one more light suck to his tip before moving slightly more down at his suggestion, keeping her hand on his length for slow, light strokes to keep him from going over the edge. She used her mouth to suck on him first for a bit as per his suggestion and then switched to using her other hand to gently massage while she kissed and nipped at his inner thigh, ending up leaving a few marks there. Cerise couldn’t help but to want to leave more marks on him. Vanderwood had closed his eyes again, choosing not to bite his tongue for safety reasons. She had taken his advice, and as much as he was wound so tight and wanted to finish, there was just something addicting about her being in control like this. He let up on her hair as she tapped his hand to let him know that he was pulling too hard, glad she’d directed him.
There was far too strong of a heat for her now, the way he was clearly lost in the pleasure of what she was doing to him intoxicating in a way. Now she moved back up to place a kiss on his lips. She buried her face in his neck, nuzzling there, “…I need you to touch me. I don’t care where; just do it.” Her voice was low and needy. The way her body had been reacting made every cell in her scream out to be touched by him, and if anything, she wanted them to be able to finish together.
The new hickeys on his thigh had only made him moan her name and want to pull her up to him, take over. He kept that feeling back, thankful that she now was back up by him, giving him a kiss which he returned eagerly. Her request sounded so needy, but he wouldn’t have refused anyway. Vanderwood moved to roll her onto her side, his hand moving along her body to find her legs, giving her thigh a rough squeeze as he caught her lips with his, a rough kiss to steal her breath. The change in position had caused her to gasp out, but it was cut off by the rough kiss he was giving her. It seemed he had taken her request to heart, which she loved, but there was still a certain carefulness to him which she also appreciated.
Impatience was like a living thing now, but she was in charge. It was irritating and yet surprisingly sexy. Vanderwood broke the kiss to nuzzle her nose. “I’d like to take you now…” He moved to grind against her a little. “If my Cerise wants…” The fact that he had to ask her permission, it was so strange, and yet he loved it. His body almost seemed to be pissed at him, muscles tight and body hot as flames, all thanks to her.
Cerise was finding it harder to breathe when he broke the kiss, nuzzling her and asking permission to take her. Half of her wanted to ask, ‘Where?’ That thought shut up quickly once he grinded against her even just a little. The movement had soft moans escaping her lips. There was no mistaking what that meant. She bit her lip and replied by grinding against him in return slowly. Her body felt so hot, and her need for him felt like it was driving her crazy. All in all, it was worth waiting it out. Cerise got to spend more time with him like this, got to know his body better and more about herself, too. “Marion…please take me now…” She breathed it out, placing a kiss to his jawline.
Fucking shit, just the words were enough to drive him crazy. Vanderwood used the grip he had on her thigh to move her leg over his hip, so he could enter her. He moved slowly, not because he had to for her, but because he was skirting the edge. Vanderwood wasn’t about to finish without her. He took a moment to breathe as he felt her slick heat wrapped around him, his other hand now burying itself in her hair, pressing against the back of her head to pull her in for another kiss. This kiss was much slower but every bit as passionate as he began to move, using his grip on her thigh for more leverage. It was heaven. She was heaven.
Her breath had hitched when he entered her, and she clung to him tightly. She knew he was rather close and didn’t mind the slowness of it, knowing he was being considerate of her. Even though their statures were vastly different, like this, she thought it felt like they were made for each other, just another thing that screamed that they were meant to find each other. Anywhere he touched her, it felt like fire. Cerise wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close to her, even joined like this, she always wanted him closer. The way he kissed her was slow and passionate, which she had returned in kind as he finally began to move, causing her to hold on to him more tightly.
He broke the kiss to moan against her lips. “Je’ taime, mon amour.” Cerise had him wrapped around her little finger from now until forever, and he didn’t care one bit. In fact, he wanted it that way now. Vanderwood had apparently been waiting for it all his life. After he broke the kiss, she was barely able to get out a reply, every attempt turning into a moan before she was finally able to respond to him in a broken-up manner…but still a response nonetheless. “Je…taime aussi…ma…rion.”
Cerise’s body seemed to automatically move against him on its own before she realized she was even doing it. He felt absolutely amazing, and she was wound up so tightly herself that it wasn’t taking all that much to bring her closer and closer to the edge. All the teasing and the way she had dragged things out seemed to have just primed her for a quicker finish. It worked out in her mind, because she was almost positive he was right there with her.
He wanted to keep her close like this forever, not just on the sexual level, but the intimacy of it, being close to her like no one else ever would be. The way she couldn’t quite answer him past her moans, fuck. Vanderwood was going to completely lose it, but she was right there with him. The way her body clenched around his and the few words she managed to get out, she was definitely right there with him. That now familiar feeling was slowly building up inside of her, threatening to unfurl, “Marion…I’m…” She wasn’t able to get much more out, the intense pleasure she was feeling seemingly stealing away her words, only allowing her to moan out his name. They didn’t always need words anyways. Cerise was sure he’d know, especially with the way she could feel herself involuntarily begin to clench around him more.
Vanderwood couldn’t respond to her, all he did was hold her tighter, the tightening of her heat around him finally driving him over the edge. His groans were trapped against her lips, one hand was clenched in her hair, and the other had its grip on her thigh. How wasn’t he hurting her? He let his grip go as he tried to catch and even his breath. Pulling back to look at her face, his own was flushed just as much as hers. He couldn’t help but for once praise whatever God there was, for this perfect woman he’d been blessed with. No matter how irritating, she was his, and he loved her more than anything. “You…okay, shortcake? I…didn’t hurt you?” Gently he ran his hand over her thigh, rubbing lightly at the spot he’d been gripping onto for dear life. Should he have remained more careful despite her request that he not treat her so gently?
She wasn’t too sure who reached their climax first, but it was almost simultaneous as they both clung to each other, letting it wash over them. Cerise was pretty sure her thigh was going to bruise at least a little, but she didn’t really care. Marion was rubbing at the spot, but she didn’t really feel any pain. Now she was just appreciating the way he looked right after they’d finished making love. He was breathtaking. She couldn’t help but to stare up at him as she tried to catch her own breath. “I’m…yeah. You… didn’t hurt me, mon amour. It was…you were amazing.” Her voice was still breathy.
There was now a slight dull pain on her thigh that she hadn’t noticed before, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. It was worth it, and she had liked it. Cerise nuzzled into his neck after she composed herself a little more, “Are you going to let me sleep a little more?” As much as she enjoyed the surprise sex, it was still way too early for her, and what she wanted was to examine the back of her eyelids for an hour or two.
Vanderwood didn’t realize his face could get any darker, but her compliments sure had that happening. “I…you too…” He kissed the side of her head lightly as she snuggled into him before he moved just enough to look at her thigh. She would probably bruise just slightly, but if she said it was fine, then it must be. Vanderwood pulled her as tight as he could, snorting softly at her request. “Sure, mon amour…you take a nap. I’m not letting you leave this bed until I’m done holding you anyway.” Well, he was certainly at maximum redness, but after their time apart and the long time since they’d last done this, yeah…he needed her close, almost as much as he needed air. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.” He nuzzled her hair lightly.
“Sounds…good.” She yawned and closed her eyes, feeling completely relaxed. Cerise didn’t care enough to get dressed again, and it seemed he didn’t either. That was ok by her. She wasn’t about to argue with being kept in the bed, because that’s exactly where she wanted to be. Cerise mumbled something before her breathing finally evened, and she was asleep. She suspected that if he let her sleep in, she could very well make it until the afternoon just sleeping the day away. He laid there listening to her soft breathing and lightly stroking her hair for a good while, staring off into space, thoughts traveling to the idea that they were engaged. Someday soon…ish? They would be married. Karma hadn’t earned him that right, but he had it, and he wasn’t going to waste it.
He looked over at the clock. Wow, maybe he’d been laying here for over an hour thinking, because now it was already nearly noon. That was like losing a whole day for him. Vanderwood shuffled a little to gently nudge Cerise. “Shortcake…I think we should wake up and get ready for the day. I know I need a shower, do you?” He was personally wide awake, and even though he knew how hard of a sleeper she was, it was still amazing to him that she could sleep so well when it was already so late in the day.
The only thing she responded with was an uninspired, “Mmph…” as she grabbed for one of the numerous pillows around her and put it over her head. If she didn’t wake up on her own, it was obviously not the time to wake up. Marion was an early bird it looked like while she was nothing of the sort. The only way she’d be up that early was if she stayed up until that early instead of sleeping the previous night. It took her all of a minute to completely fall asleep again, another thing she was obviously talented at.
What was that noise supposed to mean exactly? Vanderwood looked at her for a little while before deciding that he wasn’t letting her sleep in any longer. Cerise could probably sleep the day away at this rate. He picked her up carefully, trying not to focus too much on the fact that they were both still naked. Vanderwood turned on the warm water in the shower, surprised to find that she was very much still asleep before stepping in with her. He had to turn around a bit or he would be stealing all the water, but now they were each getting hit by the warm water.
As soon as Cerise felt water hit her, her eyes shot open, and she began to flail around wildly. “You can’t just–where am–” There was a moment of stillness and silence as she processed what was going on, and her eyes widened. “OH MY GOD.” There was more wild flailing as she struggled to get away from the water and shower. “YOU DIDN’T POUR THE BUBBLE BATH DOWN THE DRAIN, MARION!” This was not good, not good at all, at this rate…”What if sharks come up the drain now!? THE BUBBLES KEEP THEM AWAY. IT BURNS THEIR EYES.”
Okay, so she was flailing. Thanks to the water, she was rather slippery, but Vanderwood did his best to tighten his grip and hang on without hurting her. “What? Cerise, calm down!” He tried to keep an even tone as she was freaking out, but he really wasn’t sure what to do in the moment. What would bubbles keep away anyway? The shark comment made no sense whatsoever. Vanderwood moved to position himself between her and the water. “Cerise, everything is fine. You’re fine. There’s nothing in the drain.” He figured it was best just to try to dissuade her fears right now rather than trying to understand what she was talking about, because obviously he had no idea, and he wasn’t going to come to a conclusion on his own.
“Oh my god, Marion. Don’t just stand there!” Cerise was finally able to get an arm free and grab the impressively large bottle of bubble bath by her shower, pouring some down the drain. Only then did she relax and look at Vanderwood, frowning. “Sharks, Marion. Sharks.” Okay, so she knew that sharks couldn’t come up the pipes, but she still felt like maybe they could. Maybe they could find a way. Even if there was a microscopic chance that they could, she was not about to let some fish chomp on her while she was naked and vulnerable in the shower.
Bubbles hurt when they got in Cerise’s eyes, so they must hurt the sharks. Cerise had been shark-free for her entire life by pouring just a little bubble bath down the drain or by taking bubble baths; she wasn’t about to risk it now. She would survive. “…Even if there’s a tiny chance they could come up the pipes, it’s a risk I don’t want to take. You said you wanted to protect me, Marion! Jeeze.”
Vanderwood could actually feel the confusion fall off of and be replaced by some mixture between irritation and just…He could literally not understand how on Earth she would think that there were sharks in the tub. It felt like he was going to say something completely rude, so he just opened and closed his mouth a few times before he could finally jumble something together properly. Her tone with him had his eyebrow twitching. As though he should have known that he needed to protect her from sharks in the fucking shower. What the Hell?
Finally, he managed to as least get to a more gently brusque tone. “I do and will protect you, but there aren’t any sharks in the drain. That is impossible.” Now that she was awake and not flailing around anymore, he gently placed her down, finding her chin with his hand. Thankfully, his broad back blocked out the spray, so he could have her look in his eyes. “There are no sharks, bubble bath or not.” Vanderwood wasn’t intending to, but it sounded just a little like he was talking to a child, and then the question he’d really been meaning to ask just slipped out. “Why in God’s name would you think that anyway?”
Cerise stared at him, stone faced. When he placed her down, she straightened herself up and ran her fingers through her hair briefly before he took her chin with his hand. “Yes, I know there aren’t sharks. I’m not dumb. I’m concerned with the possibility of sharks.” What wasn’t he getting? It seemed simple enough of a concept to her. It was a little irritating that he seemed to be talking down to her like she was an infant or something. At his next question she shrugged. “I think…someone mentioned it in grade school? Ever since then I’ve been open to the possibility.” Cerise suddenly realized that she was still kinda naked and quickly brushed her fingers through her hair again to strategically cover herself with the long locks. “I erm…” Words, use them. Oh no…now her face was turning red. Cerise quickly turned her back to him, “I–maybe the better question is why are we in the shower…? Did you need help or…?”
Vanderwood bit his tongue. Better to just drop the issue than to start fighting about it. She obviously seemed to understand it wasn’t possible, and yet somehow it was still a problem? It didn’t make much sense but whatever. Cerise looked like she’d realized something and then she was blushing and using her hair to cover herself somewhat then actually turning her back to him. Vanderwood coughed and started to turn red as well. “I mean…no…You were going to sleep the day away otherwise, and I figured we both needed a shower after…this morning’s…yeah.” Wow, he couldn’t even say ‘after having sex.’ Such a wonderful talent with words he had, really. He rubbed the back of his head, his hair already good and wet. “Now that we’re in here we might as well shower together…If uh…that’s okay?” She seemed a little uncomfortable, so if it was too much for her, it wouldn’t take him long to get done and get out. “I’ll finish up and leave…if that’s easier.”
Well, he did have a point…and considering that they had had sex not that long ago…Why was she even being so shy? There was literally nothing that she had that he hadn’t already seen before. What time even was it? She didn’t feel like she’d slept all that long. Somehow, she figured she was going to have to get used to being up early in the morning. Oh well…”Wait!” She turned around again and went to hug him, deciding not to care, as much as she could, that they were both naked. “I’m…It’s fine. Please stay.” Showering together could be fun. Cerise could totally wash his hair for him! She stepped away and took a look at him. Okay…maybe not. At least she could comfortably wash his back for him? If he’d let her, that is. “My shampoo and body-wash smell kinda girly…that okay with you?”
He was a little surprised when she actually turned back around and hugged him. Vanderwood bit his tongue, maybe a little harder than he’d meant to, and winced before he wrapped his arms around her, too, giving the top of her head a small kiss. This could be really nice, honestly. If she’d let him, he could easily wash her hair, or help anyway. She had so much of it that he wondered how she managed it on her own. Her question had him snorting a little. “Yeah, girly is fine. I probably smell like you at this point anyway.”
His face felt as warm as the shower water, and he let go of her to rub the back of his head again. “I uh….you know because of…your sheets and stuff…Anyway, I don’t mind. You always smell amazing to me, so…” Good, some cheesy compliments in the shower, too. “I’ll…move so you can get some water. I think I’m blocking it all.” He shifted carefully to let her take up the space closer to the shower head. “Would you mind if I helped you wash your hair?” It seemed silly, but he really wanted to. Her hair was something he absolutely loved about her appearance. Granted, he loved everything about her, even that tone when he didn’t know about the damn sharks.
She almost didn’t hear his question because when he moved, she was sprayed in the face by the shower. Now she turned and rubbed her eyes, letting the warm water wash over her hair instead of attacking her in the face. Cerise’s eyes lit up for a moment. He wanted to wash her hair? That sounded amazing to her. She gave an enthusiastic, “Yes!” and grabbed a shampoo bottle. Cerise had a few different ones in an array of scents and chose a honey vanilla scent for that day, handing Marion the bottle. “Lemme get my hair wet…might take a second.”
Maybe he should have given her more warning before moving, but then her mood changed completely. Cerise was far more up for it than he had thought she would be, but of course he didn’t mind. Vanderwood was just happy she was actually going to let him. “Take your time.” It took her what seemed like way too long to him, but obviously all the hair care was worth it, or she would have cut it a long time ago. He took good care of his own, somewhat obsessing over trying to make it look neat but never able to do so. It looked much neater long than it did when it was short, so he kept it on the longer side for the sake of his sanity.
Cerise focused the next two or so minutes on getting her hair completely wet. That was the downside of having long hair, it took forever to do anything with, but to her, the look was well worth it. She glanced at Marion. He actually had long hair for a guy, at least nowhere near as long as hers. It actually suited him somehow, and she definitely didn’t mind it. When she was confident that her hair was completely wet, she gave him the ok. “Be careful not to get any into my eyes…that would suck.”
He snorted a little at her comment before he put some of the shampoo she’d chosen in the palm of his hand, setting the bottle aside. “Yeah that would suck. Don’t worry, I used to…” Vanderwood bit his tongue just a second as he processed what he was saying. “I used to wash Caleb’s hair. When he was little.” He looked at her for a second, trying to swallow the lump that had built in his throat and then slid his hands into her hair to lather it. That was a welcome distraction from the sting of grief.
“I’m sorry…” If she didn’t hear that over the sound of the water, he wouldn’t be surprised, but he felt rather guilty, making something happy tainted with something so…bittersweet. He cleared his throat roughly as he worked on her hair before apologizing again. “I didn’t mean to make this…I’m sorry.” The shampoo smelled amazing. He hadn’t checked the label before he’d started using it, but it smelled like vanilla and honey, which was soothing.
Cerise’s heart sank listening to him, seeing the sad expression on his face as he talked about his late brother. She couldn’t imagine how it must have felt, how it must still feel now. Cerise couldn’t pretend to understand what he was going through or went through before. All she could do was be there for him. “Marion…it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with missing him.” She reached up to cup the side of his face, rubbing her thumb there. “You never need to apologize…I’m sure it’s hard.” Cerise had the thought that at least he was coping by talking about it instead of going off the deep end.
Talking through things, to her, seemed much better than resorting to sex and cigarettes all the time when the going got tough. “Please…just let it out when you feel like you need to. I’m here for you, and I’ll be here tomorrow and each day after that.” Cerise knew that he still had a lot of healing to do. Marion was a broken man. He was surely healing, but he was still broken. She didn’t think the sting of Caleb’s death would ever go away, but she thought that at least one day he would stop blaming himself and come to terms with it. Cerise would be sure to be there with him every step of the way.
Vanderwood turned his head to lightly kiss her hand. He felt vulnerable, maybe even a little weak. Recently, for the first time in ages he had cried, and now he felt like doing it again. Yet, he was okay. It felt like he could do this, could handle it. After a deep breath, he nodded. “I’ll try…” His heart had positively melted when she said she would be there for him, that she was there for him. It was also just a little panic inducing, because what the Hell would he do without her now? Vanderwood didn’t want to think about it. If he had anything to say about it, nothing would happen to her.
Cerise gave him a warm smile. Trying was all he could really do; he just needed time to finally properly heal. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands in her hair. It felt like heaven. He resumed his lathering of her hair, probably a little longer than was strictly necessary before starting on helping her to wash it out. “As long as I’m with you…I think I’ll be okay.” They hadn’t been together that long, and he’d already quit smoking. He certainly wasn’t sleeping around, although he still worried when he got irritated, but he felt better, healthier, more like a normal person.
When it came time to wash out the soap she felt a little disappointed, but then she figured that if she really wanted it, she could perhaps request for him to massage her head at some point…or just run his hands through her hair continually. Either worked for her. “I know you will~” Cerise moved to grab a bottle of conditioner and then put it in her hair. It could sit there while she did other things before she was ready to wash it out. “I kinda…I wanna wash your hair, too but…” She gestured at him and then towards herself. “You’re a giant.”
Vanderwood didn’t question her about the conditioner, knowing that it would make her hair much softer to leave it in. There often wasn’t time for him to do the same when he was cleaning off after a mission, but whenever he got the chance to, he would. His face had cooled down previously, but now he was blushing again, his heart seemingly having just put itself back to normal before melting once more. She wanted to wash his hair? No one had ever done that for him.
He always loved it when she had her hands in his hair, even just lightly playing with it…so it seemed like it would feel wonderful. Vanderwood snorted softly at her comment on his size, though. “Yeah…I guess I am.” Thinking about it, he figured he could sit comfortably in the shower, not for too extended a period of time but certainly long enough for her to wash his hair. “Just a second…” He moved to sit with his back to her. “Does…this work for you?”
“That’s perfect!” She was excited. Now she could wash his hair, too. Cerise grabbed the same bottle of shampoo that she had chosen for herself and squeezed some into her hand. Shortly after, she realized that it might have been slightly too much, since she was used to the amount it took to wash her own hair. Cerise decided to shrug it off. At least his hair would smell extra good?
She went to work on lathering his hair, making sure to massage his scalp well as she hummed happily. It was much easier to wash his hair than it was to wash her own. Sometimes hers seemed like a chore, but his felt delightful, and she loved doing it. Plus, she just kinda liked having her hands in his hair. It felt so good. He hadn’t quite expected it. Vanderwood closed his eyes and just enjoyed it. Usually he loved her hands in his hair, but somehow this was even nicer. It was just…intimate somehow, and he loved it. Her humming had him smiling, too and humming along just a little. Was that a normal thing to do? This was just a wonderful moment. Never had he thought he would get to experience something like this, but now it was going down in history as one of his most treasured memories.
Cerise rinsed his hair now, passing her fingers through his hair to get all the soap out before adding some conditioner. “You should keep this in at least while you bathe, makes your hair feel softer, and the smell stays better~ Trust me.” He softly grunted in acknowledgement of her comment about the conditioner, not feeling like explaining that he already knew. Vanderwood moved to stand up carefully and then bent to give her a light kiss, ignoring the fact that they were nude as best he could. “Thank you…I really enjoyed that…”
Now she flashed him a smile. “Me too~ Let’s do this more often, ‘kay?” Cerise did enjoy showering with him; it was something so simple, and yet it made it feel like they were closer, like everything was and had been normal. She decided to grab a vanilla scented body-wash that complimented the shampoo and conditioner she’d used and lathered it onto a sponge. “I have different scents, pick one you’ll like~” Vanderwood just shrugged at first. “Sounds good to me, but whatever you’re using is fine.” He was confused as to why she needed multiple scents, but maybe that was a girl thing. At any rate, she always smelled great, so he wasn’t complaining.
She began to properly bathe and was actually rather quick about it. It was normally just her hair that would take forever and a day to take care of. Cerise looked to him and grinned, “Wanna wash my back too~? Kinda hard to reach, ya know.” She didn’t really wait for him to answer before shoving her sponge at him and turning, moving her hair over her shoulder to expose her back to him, a soft giggle in her tone. “I can get yours after; I can at least reach there.”
Her question had him blushing like an idiot as he looked at her bare back. She was beautiful. Vanderwood had taken the sponge she’d shoved his way, but now he kissed her shoulder gently before he started to wash off her back. “I guess you can reach there.” She was short in comparison, but even as small as she was, it’s not like he really was a giant. He finished off and handed the sponge back to her before turning his back to her, so she could start him off. Earlier he’d mostly just been staring at her instead of washing up. “I’ll just wash off after you get my back.”
Cerise nodded but then realized that he couldn’t see her with his back turned. So smart. “Yep, I gotcha!” She added more soap to the sponge and started. There was a lot more area to cover for him, but she enjoyed that. Luckily, even if her head couldn’t reach anything, he hands could, and she didn’t have to make too much of a fuss washing his back. Cerise finished up his back and made sure he was in front of the shower, since it would take him less time. “You can wash the conditioner out now. ”
Vanderwood had shuffled in front of the water now, per her nudging for him to do so. Having someone else wash your back it was…well, he didn’t know much about romance really, but he thought maybe that’s what it was? Romantic? He should listen to some romance music or watch some romance movies soon, just to get some knowledge on how to do more of that for her rather than being cheesy. He washed off the rest of his body before he finished off with the conditioner as she’d suggested.
He gave her a little nudge to warn her he was moving out of the stream before he did so again, not wanting her to get sprayed in the eyes like earlier. This was the best shower he’d ever had, even if it seemed to take over twice as long. Cerise was happy not to be sprayed in the face again when he moved, starting on removing the conditioner from her hair, which was always a more tedious task than rinsing out shampoo. “Once you’re done, I think we should dry off and get lunch. We kind of…missed breakfast.” He coughed softly thinking about what they’d done instead of breakfast, and he had to look away from her up at the ceiling just to keep his mind from wandering.
She had just finished when he spoke. “Yeah, I think I’m done…” A small blush rose to her face. Oh, they’d missed breakfast all right. “I…think it was worth missing breakfast.” Why. Not the time, yet again. Ugh. Cerise shook her head and hopped out, grabbing three towels. Two for herself and then one for him. She wrapped one around herself and handed him one before towel drying her hair with the other towel and then taking care to wrap it up, so she could dry off the rest of herself. “You need another towel for your hair?”
Bloody Hell, she knew how to make him blush. “Uh…good.” He’d followed her out of the shower, taking the towel offered. Vanderwood was already drying off his hair before he would move on to dry his body when she asked that question. “No, why?” Oh. She had one wrapped around her hair. He’d always just used the one towel. How had she even gotten her hair wrapped up in that? Vanderwood looked at her for a moment before he responded again. “I think I’m good with the one.”
He finished drying off before wrapping the towel around his waist and going to the sink, deciding he might as well brush his teeth now. As he was brushing, he looked at her using the steamed over mirror, her blurry form there just as beautiful as the genuine item. It dawned on him that he’d just showered with her, been completely naked for at least the past forty-five minutes with her, and he hadn’t even thought about having sex with her. In fact, he’d even remembered a moment with Caleb and still he hadn’t wanted anything more from her than her presence.
Vanderwood rinsed his mouth and toothbrush as happiness welled up in him. He was getting so much better, and his chest felt so full, like his heart was growing in size. It was such a great feeling. Vanderwood bounded over to her to kiss her, grabbing the small of her back to pull her close as he did so, but missing her mouth and kissing the corner of it instead before he let go and hopped off into the room to get changed. Damn, he was happy.
She had been taking a moment to watch him as she got some of her post shower items out of a cabinet, and the next moment he had bounded over to her and planted a kiss on her…Except he horribly missed and got the side of her mouth and then just as quickly ran off into her room. Cerise just stood there for a minute in a confused stupor. That was strange. She thought it was adorable, but strange, for him at least. Cerise shrugged it off and made sure she was completely dry before putting on lotion and going to the sink and brushing her teeth.
Today felt like it was going to be a great day. It didn’t take him long to get dressed, but it was taking her quite a while to blow dry her hair. It made sense why she would, though. His hair was already starting to dry at least a little, but considering how much hair she had, air drying it would probably take an eternity and a half. While she was in the bathroom, he got out his phone and started looking through her posts from the past day.
They were getting quite a bit of attention, and he couldn’t help but smile at the reactions of her followers. Then he read a particular comment from a rather snooty looking asshole saying he was going to sweep Cerise back to Paris and marry her himself. That little dark feeling he was just starting to get some grasp over bubbled up in his chest. Nope. Vanderwood responded `Try it.` Anyone trying to take Cerise away from him was going to meet with an unfortunate end. That was a little intense. He took a deep breath and just focused on the more positive comments, astounded by the sheer number of them.
As Cerise finished on blow-drying her hair, she gave it a quick brush before heading into her room to change. Checking her phone, she saw that the weather was still pretty cold…not cold enough to wear pants, obviously. She opted for a rather oversized sweater with a cute skirt along with her leggings and some flat boots. After getting completely dressed, she found him and pretty much kamikazed him with a hug.
Vanderwood was interrupted in his reading by her practically attacking him, and it took him just a second to recognize that, no, she wasn’t an enemy, not that he’d been about to hurt her, but he had immediately scanned the room for an escape route. Nice. “So! What’re the plans for today, mister fiancé?” Cerise asked in her familiar sing-song voice as she looked up at him, grinning widely. Her voice had the worry that had just built up slipping off him almost immediately. “What would you like to do, miss fiancée?” Damn, she was perfect.
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