Tres Magnifique

"Are you comfortable?" He asks me.
"Yes."

I'm curious as I stare at him because he's hard as a rock.
Slowly, his hand reaches out to touch my skin, and he rubs lazy circles. My head presses back onto the blanket, my body humming in building pleasure and relaxation.
Soft fingertips circle my nipples till they become erect and sensitive to his touch. He trails down my stomach, and one finger lightly brushes above my clit.
"Can I touch you?" I want to feel him.
"Don't ever ask."

I hold onto his shoulders, bringing him on top of me. I want to feel his heavy weight collapse onto my body, the idea is erotic to me.
I spread out my legs and his body falls into its natural position of being in between them. He holds himself above me and watches my gasp of pleasure when he enters.
"Uhh. Oh, I missed this." He groans, pausing a moment. Then he forcefully kisses me, it's desperate and I feel his tongue stroking mine.
"Please don't stop. Keep going tonight."
He stares at me and then gets the idea. We want to be together like this for as long as we can. In this cave of ours for as long as we can.

...

He's making love to me from behind. Whispering words into my ear, no one else should hear. His rough hands grip my hips and pull me as he fucks me. I lay on my side and it's like we're cuddling but we're not.

The moon, still bright. Our moans, still echo around us. He nibbles my shoulder and grabs my breast. One hand covering one entire breast and he keeps hold of it as he continues his fast strokes.

The sweat on his face sticks to my skin. My hand goes behind and I hold him by the back of his neck and meet his hungry lips. They take mine and don't let go till they're swollen and pulsing.

"Please... please."
I'm not sure what I'm asking for but he already knows the answer. He's giving me what my body needs. What I crave. Him, entirely. Us, together. Nothing in between.

"Tell... me you... love me."
His words come out in harsh whispers as he struggles to speak and fuck simultaneously.
"Say it. I... need to hear it."
Rolf thrusts so deep and I gasp, panting and trembling from an orgasm.
"Tell me baby."
He flips me onto my stomach and continues his passionate, consistent thrusts. Each one deeper than the last. I can't take it. I can't take this.
"Please."
His teeth bite onto my neck. This side to him is unbelievable. Fucking incredible.
"I... I love you. I love you."
"Ahhhh." He comes inside of me, panting into my neck. His full weight on me.

...

Rolf is feeding me chocolate and reading Willow a bedtime story. Even though, it's almost dawn as he didn't let me sleep and we sure as hell worked up an appetite, he suggested we take a nap for now. I'm watching the slow, rise of the sun. Wrapped in his blanket and arms, back against the cave walls, heart at peace.

...

I'm staring into the mirror, the reflection is of me standing in a floor length dress. My hair is tied away in a messy, low bun. The dress I picked out, has spaghetti straps and a fitted bodice. The skirt flows loosely, which is accommodating since tonight is pretty warm. I opted for a summery look and I finish it off with the dainty daisy head I received via special post. It came in the morning along with a handwritten note.

*Tonight I'll be there, with you.
Though I can't touch you but I can watch.
And I'll wait till I can.*

*Your Professor.*

...

"Where are you going?"

I'm staring as my brother brushes past with a smug expression. He's heading for the door, wearing an all black suit and tie. He looks like John Wick, minus the long hair.
Jay then opens the door.
"You coming?" He asks me, already bored of waiting an entire two seconds.
"You're dropping me off? In that? I get that you're my driver but you didn't have to dress the part." I chuckle, passing by him. He looks a little irritated but he follows me as we walk to his car. He's hiding something and it's so obvious, he knows it.

As the car speeds along the busy evening traffic, I reread my note. The familiar messy handwriting. It makes me smile thinking of how thoughtful Rolf is. We're very similar in that regard. We find sentiment in the little things. Joy in the ordinary.

"Are you still not going to tell me?" I cross my arms, watching him. He shakes his head no and focuses on the road.

...

We park up to Georgia's house and I'm mildly confused.
"Wait, why are we here? Are you picking Georgia up too?"
"What's with all the questions?" He sighs, turning off the engine.

I watch as he leaves the car and walks up to the the front door. My brother is suddenly very self conscious and starts checking his tie and shoes; slicking back his hair. Then Georgia opens the door, and as her eyes find his they're large and full of desire and warmth. I must say, I did not see this coming. But then I think back to his odd behaviour when it came to Georgia and the dots suddenly connect. My brother was crushing on my best friend! What a cliche.

She's very shy as they exchange a few words. I can't see his face yet, until she joins him outside. Then as he follows her to the car, I see him admire her in her beautiful gown. Of course, traditional prom attire. My best friend went all out with her Cinderella style dress. It's an off white, princess cut dress with glimmer and intricate detail. Her hair is a simple french braid. All her brown hair plaited away with sparkles so small, you'd have to catch it in certain light to see it. So now I know why my brother is dressed in his finest.

...


"Here. It's last minute but I made sure to grab ones we'd like."
Georgia quickly passes me a mask as we park up to the venue. It's satin black with holes for my eyes. I look, confused at her.
"Yeah I know. Apparently they wanted to make it into a masquerade thing, last minute."
Oh.

"Thanks." Did I ever mention how thankful I was for my best friend? I turn my back to her as she ties it for me and I stare out the window. There's familiar faces, laughing and excited as they enter the decorated building. It's classic and sexy. The carpet is black, not red. I kinda wish I was wearing something out of a James Bond movie. But then I feel for Willow and remember that might not work for me. I've kept my phone at home as I wanted things minimal and have fewer distractions. There will be other things on my mind. Like how delicious I expect my man to look. God, I can't imagine what he's wearing. A classic tux? Maybe he's gone for a white jacket? Perhaps he's skipped the full suit and gone for just shirt and pants. Mmmm.

"Come on, Alice. You have to jump in, remember?" Georgia offers her hand to me and I smile back at her playful blue eyes. If anyone looked like Alice in wonderland tonight it'd be her. Just not blonde.
"You go on."
My brother waits to take my best friend's arm but she's holding onto me.
"Go on. I'll be fine." I assure her. I don't want to get in the way of a great night for the both of them.

As they walk off, joining the many other couples, my eyes scan faces. I'm looking for Rolf. I see a few teachers. Ms. Wilson walks past and says hi. As I wave back, I meet Emilio staring at me. He's standing with his best friend, Zane and a few other guys. They look intimidating in their suits and I'm here alone, kind of cold as I'm waiting for something though I'm not sure what. Maybe I should go inside?

Zane whispers something to Emilio and smirks as the other guys chuckle. I have to look away but I see Emilio begin to walk my way. Suddenly, I feel warm large hands touch my back.
"Hey you."
I was relieved to hear a friendly voice. As I look back at him, I smell his aftershave and it's incredible. Sauvage by Johnny Depp?
"Hi!"
He hugs me tight and we stay like this a little longer than I'd expect. Because we technically were no longer students, no one would bat an eye.
"You look radiant." He whispers in my ear. And then I hear footsteps behind me and I feel Jasper's hands tighten their hold.
"Fahmeen? It's been a while. Alright, Jasper?" I pull away from him and I say hi to Emilio, hoping to make things less awkward as they are now between the three of us.

I have to admit I can feel the stares of the both of them and I'm struggling not to squirm under their gaze. I'm mindful of the other guys not so far away too. What's with all this attention tonight?
"Erm, I was actually going to look for someone. It was nice to see you both." I chuckle nervously, and avoid Emilio's eyes. They're intense as they watch me and every little thing I do. Jasper's still beside me, very closely. His body touches mine and I feel as if he's trying to protect me. It's unnecessary. Ugh, males. Not even my male. Talking about my male...

"Excuse me."
Finally, I walk away and make my way into the venue. The entrance has a beautiful garden gate; lilies and peonies have fairy lights entwined into them and I watch as they sparkle beneath the night sky. I can't help but laugh as people rush by me, eager to get inside as I am. The bar is set high just from how it looks on the outside.

The floor is delicately detailed with swirls of white glitter. Balloons and other party decor in the colours; black and off white surround my sight as I walk through avoiding the busy bodies around me. My dress trails behind and I'm trying not to bump into people. I pick up a glass of the non alcoholic stuff and the server winks at me.
"Trés magnifique."
Is that a french accent I detect? I try to hide my blush but he just laughs at me and his one earring glimmers under the bright lights.