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The air feels thick and awkward as you make your declaration to Fin that tonight, on your one year anniversary, that you would finally "sleep" with him. Of course, "sleep" in this case did not actually mean sleep, as you just discovered. Not to mention the discovery that babies don't, in fact, come from the temple as you has been previously told.
"Fin?"
"Hm? Yes!" His voice is filled with an anxiety he's attempting to conceal, poorly, face turning redder by the second.
"I'd like to do this with you, but you're going to need to explain it to me."
"Uh... uh-what?!" His anxiety and embarrassment seems to transform into full-on panic at those words.
"Well, uh... um... I..." Fin's eyes dart about the room, unable to decide on a place to look that isn't you. You decide to ask a question that has been bugging you since Fin mentioned that this is involved in how babies come to be.
"So, Fin, if we do this... will a baby appear?"
Fin stops his frantic glances and looks directly at you.
"Wait, what did you say?"
You take a deep breath, exasperated, and try once again to explain. "If we do this, will our baby be here tonight? Because if that's the case, we really should buy a crib beforehand. I don't want to have a baby and be caught unprepared."
His lips quiver, eyes watering, doing everything he can to hold back chuckles but that last statement is just too much for him to bear. He bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your cheek.
"H-hey! It's a serious question, you know!"
"I'm sorry, I know. That's..." he continues to laugh. "That's just what makes it so funny!"
You pout at him, pulling away slightly as he wipes his eyes with the back of his sleeve.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. Haaa... No, a baby will not just appear. It takes quite a bit of time."
"Oh, okay. But then if we do this, a baby will come after the allotted amount of time?"
"Not... not necessarily, no." He replies. "It takes maybe a month or two to find out if it's possible that a baby is coming. Three months to know for certain. And then after that you wait about six more months."
"Nine whole months! Are you serious?"
Fin does his best to quell his amusement but as he does, his embarrassment returns.
"Yes, quite serious."
"Wow."
"It doesn't always result in a baby, but it's something... couples do together... regardless. It's... um..." He searches for the words for a moment, sinking his teeth into his lip. "It's the ultimate expression of love between two people. Something you don't share with anyone else, no matter what."
"Something couples do... So is it weird that we haven't done this yet?"
Fin begins to fidget in lieu of an answer, which is an answer enough for you.
"Oh. Then why did we wait so long?"
"Well, you get a bit nervous or embarrassed sometimes when we kiss for a long time, so I didn't want to push you into anything you were uncomfortable doing."
"How could I be uncomfortable though? It'd be with you. And you've been wanting to, right?"
Fin sighs. You can't tell if he's frustrated with you or if he's frustrated with himself.
"I... yes. I've been craving doing this with you. Like some starving animal. But, you know... just being married to you is a blessing beyond my wildest dreams. For the longest time I was content just being your partner, to look at you and spend time with you and yearn for you without your knowledge. But now? I get to actually be your husband. I don't want to push my luck too much, haha." He laughs at himself derisively.
"Fin." You say firmly. "Look at me."
He bashfully looks up at you, his cheeks still apple red, and you feel your heart swell with love.
"I love you, and... I love kissing you..." you trail off, your own face beginning to flush. Come on, don't lose your cool now! "I just... something I feel like there's more I want? When we kiss? If that makes sense. And then I get frustrated because... I can't think of anything more I could want. Maybe, um, is this... related?"
Fin smiles at you warmly, his eyes softening.
"Yes, my love. That's what you feel when you want to... sleep with that person. You feel it... here?" He tentatively traces his finger between your breasts, then lower to your stomach, and then lower still. You feel heat swell up within you, something similar to what you feel when kissing him, yet much more intense. You inhale sharply at his touch and he immediately withdraws. No, no, give it back...
"I'm sorry!"
"No! No, I... I really like that..." You take his hand and bring it back to your chest, your heart pounding.
"Is this part of it?" you ask, your voice breathy. His eyelids flutter as he looks down at you.
"It can be. There are a lot of things we can do."
"Can you show me, Fin?"
"I would love to."
He leans down and brings his lips to yours the way he has so many times before, but this time there's... something more. Something you can't quite define, but it's calling you. It's calling your body. It's like his kiss is casting a spell on you, and your senses at once dull and intensify. He gently cradles your cheeks in his hands and pushes his tongue into your mouth. Gladly accepting, you pull it in deeper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He slowly pulls back and looks into your eyes.
"Tell me what you're feeling." he says.
"Hot... and frustrated. I want more but... I don't know what it is that I want."
He smirks, his eyes not losing even an ounce of kindness.
"Will you trust me?"
"I always do, Fin. Lead the way."
Wordlessly, Fin nods in acknowledgment, then takes your hand and brings you to the bedroom. He gently lays you on your back and leans his body over yours.
"I'm going to be touching you... a lot. In the ways I've been desperate to for all of these years that I've loved you. And once I start, I don't think I'll be able to stop. If you need me to I will, but... I've just wanted you for so long. And I... also want you to touch me. In any way that feels like it's what you want. Is that okay?"
His eyes aren't darting about anymore. He's staring deeply at you, and you're suddenly aware of how much of a man he is. Your fingers unconsciously trail down the curve of his arm muscles... God... has he always been so beautiful? So enticing? Blood rushes down to your crotch and you feel the intense desire to be touched.
"Please. I want you to touch me."
"Let me see all of you then."
Fin pulls his clothes off and motions for you to do the same. Part of you is confused, part of you is anxious, but the biggest part of you is completely entranced as you're hypnotized by his naked form above you. He helps you out of your work uniform, including your underwear, and while you feel completely vulnerable, you don't feel afraid. No, if you had to put a name to this feeling... curiosity? Intrigue? Spellbound? In all of your combat training, you know this is the most exposed to attack you could possibly be, but simultaneously... it's exciting.
Almost of their own accord your hand moves to his chiseled abs. Fin sighs happily, bringing his own hands to your breasts, cupping them gently, biting his lip, seeming to attempt to memorize the contours of your skin. A moan escapes your lips and your hips move upwards. He leans down over you and kisses you again, deeper than he ever has, stroking down your torso and stopping right at your pelvis. You can feel that part of your body screaming for more. Slowly, you break the kiss.
"F-Fin?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I... right here..."
You bring his hand between your thighs as you spread your legs in a way that could only be described as instinctual.
"I... need you to touch me right here... I think."
Fin shivers.
"God, are you trying to drive me crazy?" He takes your hand and brings it to his rock-hard cock. "The main part of... sleeping... with someone... with me... is me bringing the part of me that needs your touch..." He has you grip his shaft. "...to the part of you that needs mine. Are you okay with that?"
You feel his fingers coax your legs further apart and gently stroke your slit, which is inexplicably soaking wet. He shows you his glistening fingers, saying, "This is what happens when your body is ready for me. Are you ready for me, my love?"
"P-please... It feels like I'll die if I don't have you..."
In one swift motion he positions himself over you and pushes himself deep inside you, a loud cry escaping your lips. God... has anything ever felt so good in your entire life? You can't think of anything that even comes remotely close, but hell, you're can't even think right now it feels so good. This is what you've been missing out on? This is what you've been depriving your beloved of? You feel a wave of guilt crash over you. How could you have been so stupid! You should have just trusted him. If you had been more open, he would have been fine telling you that he wanted this.
"Oh God... F-Fin!"
Fin grunts and groans above you, his hips slowly rocking back and forth. "Nng... F-fuck... you... you feel amazing... better than anything I could have ever imagined..."
"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry I took so long! This is... oh God... don't... don't ever leave me...!"
Fin's expression grows grave as he looks intensely into your eyes. He grabs your face and kisses you with a fierceness you haven't ever experienced. Almost desperate, almost violent... you can feel a possessive nature in his tongue as it claims your mouth. You let out strangled moans as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, his hips pumping faster, deeper, harder. He is completely wrecking your body in the best of ways, but you feel like there's almost a touch of anger in his thrusts. He breaks the kiss and stares at you pointedly.
"You think I would leave you?"
"N-no--"
"After all this time I've loved you? Treasured you? Needed you? Desperately watched you and resigning myself to never having you?"
"That's--"
"Never. You'd need an army to keep me from you. And even then. I'd kill ten thousand men if it meant just one more day with you."
This time, you're the one to forcefully grab him, holding his cheeks and kissing him hungrily. You don't like the idea of him committing senseless violence but you know you feel the same passion for him. Even now you still hardly understand what it is that you feel. After an entire life devoid of even the concept of love it's still overwhelming to you, but this... this is where you belong. Right here. Connected to him. Having him buried inside you, your skin against his. Your bodies tangled together as two bodies could possibly be. You do your best to pour that devotion into the kiss, knowing that oftentimes your words aren't enough, but maybe this will express it to him. Ah, yes. As Fin had said earlier: It's the ultimate expression of love between two people. Something you don't share with anyone else, no matter what.
Your kiss seems to push him over the edge and you swear you hear a low growl from his throat. His pace increases, as does his intensity, causing your breathing to become labored and ragged. Something builds inside you begging for release.
"Ah! Fin! I... I...!"
It feels so good you can hardly stand it. It feels like your body is about to break apart from how amazing it feels. Through no will of your own you scream in ecstasy, feeling ever nerve in your body crackling with otherworldly bliss as Fin himself explodes inside you, his thick hot seed shooting up.
He collapses onto you, completely spent, gasping for breath, his cheeks flushed from heat and effort. Your own chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath. You feel his weight impeding that, but in no universe does that matter to you. You hold him tight against you, and even though your senses slowly return and you begin to feel intensely embarrassed, you can't bring yourself to let go.
"W-wow..." you manage to squeak out.
"Heh... y-yeah..." Fin lifts his head and looks at you, smiling bashfully, his hair slick with sweat and sticking to his forehead, smiling bashfully yet so, so wide. "Did you like that?"
You can't help but laugh.
"I don't think I've liked anything more in my life. Other than you, of course."
Fin blushes. "It seems doing this gets you to be bolder too."
"I could say the same about you, you know."
He plants his lips on yours, kissing you sweetly.
"By the way, Fin."
"Yes?" He slides out of you and rolls onto his side, gazing lovingly at you.
"When I said don't leave me... I meant... um..."
You feel the spell of lust breaking, now finding it hard to meet your husbands gaze.
"I... I meant, um... you being... i-inside...?"
Fin's eyes widen in shock and embarrassment.
"Oh, oh God... I'm so sorry. I thought... oh... and then I went and said all of those--"
"No, no. I feel the same. Just, you know... I would never think you'd leave me. Because if you did, you know I'd just hunt you down again."
Your eyes meet his and you both smile the largest smiles you've ever had. His fingers gently caress your face, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"So many nights when we were in the Heights... I fell asleep alone with nothing but thoughts of you. Some of them like this... but most of them... all I desired was to be near you for the rest of our lives. Content to watch you marry another man as long as in the morning I could just be by your side and spend time with you as your colleague. When we became a couple, I was in absolute bliss and then became content with just that. But... heh... I guess you've spoiled me. I've gotten greedy."
"You should be greedier, Fin."
"Huh?"
"You should have told me sooner. Had I known... we wouldn't have had to wait a year. You only think of me. You need to think of you."
"You sure you want me to be greedy, my love?"
"Yes" you say firmly with conviction.
"In that case..."
Fin turns and rolls onto you, pinning your body beneath his once again.
"Then I intend on being very greedy tonight."