Love and future.

It had only been a few weeks ago, Vi had been able see it. The performance Erik had been doing, trying to mould himself to be the person he thought Vi would want. He had apologised so intently when Vi held his hand and told him that she asked him out because she liked him the way he had shown himself to be. She wasn’t sure when Erik had fallen, but the softness in his eyes, the smile, the way he squeezed her hand, the way his shoulders had relaxed. That was the moment Vi was sure, she was in love. She hadn’t wanted to say it yet, it had only been 2 months of dating, but she felt like she was going to explode if she kept it in any longer. She looks up at Erik, having left his sketching book for a moment, holding out a small glass of water.

“Drink some water, you haven’t the whole time you’ve been over.”

Erik’s face turns alarmed, tears well up in Vi’s eyes as she thanks him through sobs, taking the glass from him and taking a shaky sip.

“Vi! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She pulls him down to sit next to him, a shaking mess in his arms, she puts a hand on his jaw and holds him firmly, “Please don’t leave me.”

Erik squeezed her tighter, “Vi! Of course not! Have I done something to hurt you? I’m so sorry!”

She laughs through choked sobs, pressing herself close she says to him softly, “Erik. I Love You. I know it’s so fast but I love you so so much, I’m sorry it’s scary, but I was going to explode if I didn’t say it.”

Erik stares down at her, laughing softly he holds her tight and kisses the top of her head, letting her wipe her nose and eyes on his shirt, “You’re so funny.”

He inches her up and looks into her watery eyes,

“I love you too, Vi.”

—-

11 and a bit months later — present day

Vi looks up and looks at her boyfriend, his tongue out in concentration, slowly turning the mug in his hand, dragging the brush gently around the diameter, the same cute look he has on his face when he sketches. Vi’s heart flutters as she watches him. Erik is locked in, forgetting the space he’s in, he’s brought his knees up to his chest, inadvertently showing off a sense of flexibility unusual for a man, his eyes water, refusing to blink as he drags the brush on his mug, the design on his mug needing to be perfect. He lifts the brush and grins, putting it down he stretches his arms above his head and glances at Vi, who is still staring.

“That was so stressful. You all good?”

Vi sighs wistfully, “Yeah.” She smiles, “Love you, by the way.”

Erik grins, “I know.”

She rolls her eyes, catching the reference, “You’re such a nerd.”

—

Vi sits down, putting her frozen yoghurt down on the out door table, watching the other patrons of the yofro place push the door open as they go in for their own sweet treats. “I think I got too much chocolate on mine.” Erik says as he hits down across from her, eyes switching between then frozen yoghurts between them.

“I told you, you need fruit, your tum is going to hurt.”

Erik grimaces, lifting the chocolate freckle to find the melted hazelnut spread, choc chip, and crumbled choc chip cookie, “Yeah… Well. I’m a strong lad. I’ll be right.”

Vi laughs, bringing a spoon of vanilla yoghurt, topped with some strawberries and boba pearls, “No you wooooooon’t.”

Erik defiantly puts the spoon into his mouth, “Oh my god.” He says, moving the slush around in his mouth, “It’s so thick.”

They eat in silence, Erik stubbornly trying to finish his yoghurt, Vi watching in abject amusement.

“I give up.”

“I don’t want to make you feel worse, but how much was that?” Vi asks teasingly.

He pouts, turning away dramatically, “I don’t consent to this bullying, thank you very much. I’ll get you cancelled, no more modelling for you.”

She laughs, “You are the lamest person alive.”

“What does that make you?” He asks with a grin, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

“A charity worker.”

Erik puts a hand on his heart, the back of his hand slapping against his head, “Oh, woe is the poor boy with the abusive wife.”

“Youuuuuuu wish!”

The couple laugh together, Vi raching out to grab his hand.

“Y’know…” She starts, “speaking of wife.”

“Mmm?”

“When’s that happening?”

“Bro.” Erik responds with a laugh.

Vi giggles, biting her lip and squeezing his hand, “Is that something you want?”

“To get married?” He asks, his eyes focusing on hers.

“Yeah?”

“Well. Obviously.” He replies, so matter of factly, Vi feels a little dumb for even asking, “not soon though,” he continues, “I should probably graduate first, right?”

Vi laughs, “You don’t want to get married in the lecture halls?”

“I love you but not that much.”

“Rude!”

—-

Vi’s legs lazily drape over Erik’s thighs, her hand in his hair, the other resting on his chest, gently caressing the muslces underneath his shirt. The mugs they had glazed and heated sit on the table in front of them, the dark, japanese mythology style of Erik reflecting his personality, and Vi’s abstract, artistic design reflecting the chaotic goodnes in her heart. The TV plays softly, Oceans 11, they think.

“Hmm.. Erik… I love you so much.” She says between kisses, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“I love you too, god… So much. it hurts.” He replies, his hand on her chin, rubbing gently, their lips melting together with every approach.

“I love you more… I can’t wait to spend my life with you.” She moans, reaching below his shirt, pressing her palm against his muscles.

“Vi you’re my life. I already know how I’ll propose. I love you, I knew it from the moment you asked me out.” He replies, reaching for her jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zip.

“Oh god.” She moans, lifting her ass off the couch, Erik tugging at the jeans, “How are you going to propose?” She asks before kissing him again.

Erik smiles against her lips, reaching below her panties and gently rubbing her already moist and swollen clit, “No spoilers, my love.”

“So…” Vi moans, her voice teetering, “Rude…” Erik’s finger moves down and curls into her entrance.

“I think they call it edging.” Erik responds, kissing on the side of her neck.

“You’re so dumb.” She moans, moving her head to give him better access, “I want you inside me.” She moans out again, “I want you to cum inside, I want to feel how it’ll feel when you put our future children inside me.”

Erik bites his lip, unzipping his pants as he stands up, he grabs her legs, and pulls her parallel with the couch, “Kids, huh?” He climbs on top of her, resting his shaft against her, grinding gently, “How many?”

“Three.” She says without hesitation, reaching between them, her fingers gently guiding him into her, her legs opening up to let him in smoothly.

“Two boys one girl?” Erik asks, his forehead resting on Vi’s, his hips moving in slow circles, pulling back and moving in back in.

“Two girls…” She moans, her hand in his hair, holding him close, her ass off the couch, not wanting to lose even in inch of her lovers cock. “They need to keep the boy in check. No incel kids.”

Erik chuckles, he leans down and kisses Vi, his hips never stopping their movement. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Erik… Erik…Yes… Erik…. Like that. Yes… I love it… I love it… I love you… I love you… I want you…. More… I need it…I need you.”

Erik grunts, his hips getting tense, “I love you too… I love you too… Vi… So fucking much… Nothing… Will ever keep me away from you…”

“Yes.” She says, unable to hold back her hips getting faster, moving her hips in his cadence, “I’m cumming… Inside… Cum with me… Together…”

Erik grunts in response, his hips twitching, “I’m cumming!”

The couple groan together, their lips finding eachother as their cum mixes, Vi moving her hips, squeezing Erik, begging for her womb to be filled.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”