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-Jacob
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13
Things between the two of us had gotten a bit more...serious, lately. I had been able to look a little into her mysterious past, and her into mine. She still wasn't able to reveal anything to me. But that's okay. She would when she was ready, and I was in no position to rush her. The past was what had made us who we are, but neither of us are who we used to be. So it naturally made more sense to focus on each other in our current state of being rather than reminiscing about a history that would only bring up bad memories.
Besides, it was pretty easy to just love her for who I already knew her as.
Like this morning, holding her in bed while I quietly professed my love to her. She hummed softly, nuzzling my chest. I held her loosely, her lying down on me with her ear over my heart.
"You're so perfect." I sighed.
And in that moment, she was. I had already decided that her body was made for mine, the way it fit against me so...perfectly.
She murmured something against my chest.
"What was that?"
"You are, too." She whispered.
She must have started rubbing off on me, because I think I was starting to love the gentleness of whispering as much as her.
"No," I disagreed. "Not like you. You're so smart and funny and kind, and your body is like a piece of art. Exquisite in every way. There's literally nothing about you that isn't absolutely impeccable."
Besides her shyness, but she already knew how much I loved that.
She hid her face in my shirt, bashfully hiding from me.
I stroked her silky hair, really just wanting to have more of her in my hands.
We lay like that for a few minutes, enjoying the slowness of which we were allowed to wake up, the laziness of the morning. She had changed me.
Before I met her, I had never loved. Sure, I loved my family, even when they got on my nerves, and I cared for the few true friends I made, but I had never felt so devoted to a person before. I would give up anything for her, and if she meant it, I'd probably do anything she asked. Sure, I owned her, and I could be a complete dick at times, but in a way she owned me as well. In that moment, quietly joking around with her as we cuddled in my bed, I knew that I would never be able to love someone like I loved Juliet.
Before I met her, sex was nothing to me. It was a way to get my dick wet and gain a bit of experience, an easy fuck with the simple goal of releasing into some girl I had met in a bar, or a way to release some of my own sadistic qualities onto a submissive who was really begging me for it at one of Lou's insane parties. It was fun, but that's all it was. Fun. And when I saw that my sex life with Juliet didn't really differ between the two of my previous categories in sexual relations, other than combining them, I understood what Finn had meant about slow, loving sex being more than just an opportunity for climax. It would be about loosening the tight grip I had on everything, just for a little bit.
"Hey Love," I roused her once more from her dazed state.
She hummed in response.
"Look here."
Her beautiful, expressive, trusting eyes shifted upwards at me, and she smiled a bit.
Her smile always made me come undone.
"Do you want to do something kind of different?"
She paled slightly.
"I want to make love to you."
"Oh," She said softly, the color returning to her face. "But we've done that before."
I shook my head. "We've had sex, but I haven't made love to you before."
"What's the difference?"
"It's kind of hard to explain."
