When It's Just Us Dreaming Of The Future We'll Have

"I love you," he says eventually, when we're firmly ensconsced under the blankets and sharing a bottle of wine, bundled up while the storm rages outside, "But you know that."

"I do," I smile anyways, "And you know I love you just as much. Hell, maybe more."

"Impossible," he says instantly.

We both breathe a bit of a sigh of relief. The time we've had together, it's been fun and it's been fantastic and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the whole damn world but I can't say that it's been easy, not exactly.

Stressful. Not stress free. None of the honeymoon loveliness that we ought to have had but none of that matters right now.

"Three weeks," I say, "We have three whole weeks."

He shakes his head, "It's not enough."

"Babe," I whine, not wanting him to say the thing that's weighing on me as well.

"I want more. I want you always. I want every bit of you in my life and I want it now. I don't want to wait."

I swallow a gulp of wine and I pull away a bit, sitting up just enough that I can turn to look at him.

"But we can't," I say, "And you know that just as much as I do."

He gives a sad smile and a half-shrug because he knows I'm right and he knows that there is no use in fighting it. Not really. Not truly.

"I know," he says, "But you can't blame a guy for wanting more. Not when you're such delightful company."

I laugh, giddy with delight, and fall onto him, kissing my way back up to his lips until I find them and I melt into them once more and I end off by nuzzling myself into his neck and curling my body that fits so well against his.

"We'll make the most of what we have," I tell him, "And soon enough I'll be done with semester one and then semester two shortly afterwards. And that means the summer and you know what that means, right?"

"A break?" he asks, hopeful.

"A break," I grant him, "And a trip maybe. Maybe finding a way to go somewhere warm, maybe for a few weeks. Maybe skimpy bikinis and drinks that are never quite enough to get you drunk and fucking on beaches again and anywhere we want. Just making the most of it. Just me and you. Just..."

"Just stealing moments where we can," he says, "Until we find a way through."

"Which we will," I reassure him, certain of it myself, "I know we will. Because we always have and we always can and you know what else? You know why I'm so certain?"

He doesn't say anything, but then again he's finding it a little hard to think right now. Of course that's on account of my free hand sliding down beneath the covers and wrapping my slender fingers around the thickness of him and bringing him back to life, stroking him up and down as his breath quickens and I can push the covers down to swing my leg over his hips and line my sex up with him, straddling and taking him inside of me with a sigh.

"Because no one can fit so well inside of me if it's not meant to be," I tell him, sliding down to take him to his hilt, "Because no man has ever or will ever make me feel the way you do. Because, baby, I love you."

I bite my bottom lip and lean down over him, pressing my body against his as I squeeze my sex so tight around him that it makes him moan.

"And nothing is every going to keep us apart."

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