[Heath's POV]
Though this development is a good one, I still feel scared, scared of losing her. I had lived my life paranoidly, unable to be comfortable in my happiness.
When I thought mom and I were finally happy together, it ended up being a hoax. When I thought father was finally over mother, he had to end his life. It was always a pattern that I had feared being, because I feared my happiness would manifest into pain.
"Please don't hurt me," I hear Fiona mutter in her sleep. She was crying, and I hated that.
It seemed like me, she was also afraid of being happy. 'It seems we are much more alike than I thought,' I told myself.
I look at her peaceful face, "I will not hurt you, I promise, and I will protect you from all hurt," I see tears fall down her delicate cheeks.
I gently wipe the tears, first love, this is my first love, quite unbelievable for a man my age, but here I am falling in love in my late 20s.
I really hope this doesn't go like a mother's and father's love story. I hope this blossoms well. I gently rest my head on her shoulders before closing my eyes and getting ready to sleep.
The next morning, I wake up with the warmth of her hands around my body. It is a good feeling, a feeling I wouldn't mind having all my life.
She is startled when she opens her eyes, "Why are you still here?" she asks, a ridiculous question.
"Because I want to be, I thought we agreed on everything about this relationship?"
"Yeah, but we don't have to rub it in everyone's faces yet. We are taking things slow here, Heath," she grumbles. Ugh, I hate how she inserts other people's feelings and thoughts in a relationship that has nothing to do with them.
"We are not rubbing anything in anyone's face, we are just loving each other," I say. I hold her tight as she struggles to escape my embrace.
"Hey, let me go," she grumbles. I see her cheeks turn red as she blushes. I could watch her act childishly all day.
"Stay still, you are stimulating something that you should this early in the morning."
"It is already hard though," she shyly says, looking away from my gaze.
"And whose fault is that?"
"Yours, you are a perverted fool who can't control his thing," she teased.
"You are the one who kept grinding at me; it is your fault, Fiona," I shot back. I see her struggle to make sense. One thing I discovered about her is how she hates losing an argument, and she would make any ridiculous excuse just to win an argument.
"Well, I wanted to go take a shower; if you had just let me go, we wouldn't be in this predicament," she joked, "How do you suppose we could fix this?"
My eyes could sure be deceiving me because I'm sure Fiona Lennon is trying to seduce me, not complaining, but it is quite a shift from the Fiona I know, the woman who would do anything but admit she wanted me.
"Who are you and what did you do to my Fiona?" I asked suspiciously, and she lazily rolled her eyes at me.
"Geez, Heath, I am trying to be a good partner here, I am trying to solve your underlying problem here," she says with an annoyed face.
"But you always refused to solve that type of problem," I reasoned.
"That was before we started the whole dating thing," she says, clearly looking embarrassed, "You are going to be my partner, and the least I could do is take care of this problem for you."
She boldly pulled me close to her before sliding her hands into my pants, "Stay still, okay, I will take care of this real quick."
"You are out of your mind," I say, completely mind blown. This is the side I never knew she had.
She chuckles seductively, "Maybe I should use my mouth," she whispers into my ear.
Life had never felt so...... "Heath Duncan, wake the fuck up." I hear someone yell.
I opened my eyes to see Fiona looming over me angrily. "Having a nice little wet dream, aren't you?" she growled. She had walked away from the bed and continued what she was doing.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I saw her searching the cupboards.
"Getting ready for a shower, how about you? What were you doing in your little dream world?" she teased.
Yeah, it was all a dream, a wonderful dream, "f*ck…. You were about to blow me," I grumble.
She chuckles, "You kept moaning my name in your sleep," she continues to laugh, "I must have been giving you the time of your life, huh?"
"Why wake me if you knew I was enjoying myself, ugh, a girlfriend you are," I grumbled as I got out of bed.
"What did you just call me?"
"My girlfriend, why?" She looks at me, annoyed.
"Sir, you haven't gotten to that stage yet. Take me on a few dates, and we will see if you qualify as my boyfriend." Yeah, that is the Fiona I know, not the seductive demon I just saw in my dreams.
"Fine, I will work on it," I said, determined, "Let me go to my room and take a shower."
She stops searching the cupboard and looks at me, "Oh… is that so? And here I thought I would make your dream come true in the shower."
I didn't hear wrong, did I? I pinched myself to get back to reality. Am I having a dream inside a dream? I flinch at the pain. Nope, this is real.
"But you said I have to work for it?"
"You have to work to be my boyfriend. This is different, okay," she reasoned. "It is fine if you don't want to chase your dreams, though."
She picks up all her bath soaps from the counter before heading to the bathroom; she doesn't forget to give me a wink as she leaves.
Seductive Fiona is canon; she doesn't exist only in my dreams. Here she is in the flash. 'I shouldn't take her up on her offer; it might sour our relationship before it starts by adding sex to the whole thing,' I tell myself.
I take a deep breath and hear the door, but as soon as I hear the water running, I run straight to the bathroom. We will figure out how to manage our relationships and sex life; we are adults.
I cannot help but salivate at her bare-naked body; she was a beautiful woman, mind, body, and soul. "It is very rude to stare, Mr. Duncan," she teased.
"I don't think a blowjob would satisfy. I fear if I enter that shower, I will have to devour you whole," I teased. She looked back to where I was before, smirking.
"Hmmm…. I wouldn't blame you; I am quite delectable if I do say so myself," she flirts. She knows what she is doing, and that smirk shows how proud she is of the torture I am enduring.
"Will you let me enjoy a meal this scrumptious this morning, or should I head to my room with a heavy heart?" I ask, but she refuses to let go of her devious plan to torture me.
"Come and find out, Mr. Duncan, I can't say for sure how far I am willing to let this go." She smiles at me, and she chuckles as she hears me groan.
There is nothing more attractive than her knowing what she is doing to me by simply existing. I love seeing her confidently tease me.
I let this devious woman win as I quickly slid out of my clothes before joining her in the shower. "How far are you willing to go?" I asked.
She looks at me with a smile, "I feel really insecure with my body," she mutters.
"You shouldn't," I say as I bring her body closer to mine.
"Make me feel good, Heath, make me feel so good, and beautiful and secure," she whispers.
"Just say you have a praise kink, Fiona," I teased, "because a woman this beautiful should never feel insecure about herself. I will make love to you in a way that each time you think badly about yourself, you will remember how I loved each of your body parts so well that it would be an insult to hate yourself."
She chuckles before devouring my lips. "You are so good at this," she flirts. "I can't wait to be devoured."