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doing and all I can think about is how bad I’m going to fuck this up.

“Ellie, relax.” I swear the girl can see right through me. I stop the nervous nibbling on her collarbone and move so that my eyes are hovering over hers. “You’re doing great, trust me.” with that little statement of encouragement, I realize she must like the nibbling, despite it being a nervous action. I move to kiss her carefully before moving back to what I was doing before.

I gradually start making a careful descent down her torso, stopping when I get between her breasts. From past experiences with her doing this to me, I move to test out feather light kisses around each breast. Her quiet whimpering turns into soft moaning and it quickly encourages more forceful kisses and eventually licks. For a moment I get wrapped up in it, just this once I find myself not being so worried about what I might do. I end up going around her breast at least two times, like I'm on a train track I can't get off of. I realize I'm doing it out of nervousness, too awkward to go any further and at some point I get up the courage to move my mouth away from its track and it ends up on a new one closer to her nipple. Just wanting to satisfy curiosity I move my mouth directly to the rised part of her flesh. She immediately responds by arching her back and pressing her skin further into my mouth. I move to give her other breast the same attention for a moment before deciding to move on. Eager to explore the rest of her, I start moving the trail of open mouthed kisses further down her body.

I stop when I get to the only piece of clothing left and I look back up at her with worry. “Can I…” before I can even finish the sentence she responds with: “God, yes.” The longing in her voice speeds up my heartbeat. I carefully pull off the last piece of clothing and toss it to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes.

It takes me a moment to take in the now uncovered skin that presents itself before me. I’ve never actually seen her this naked before and the sight leaves me breathless. All I can really think to do is move closer and satisfy the urge to just reach out and touch her.

Her hips buck into my hand when I do and the action sends a shot of arousal down my spine. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I find myself gently running my finger along her just because I can’t really manage to stop myself from the general curiosity of ‘what would happen if I did this’.

I find out quickly that whatever I’m doing must feel good in some aspect, because she lets out another moan; trying hard to make sure it’s not louder than the ones before it. Encouraged by the sound, I continue the action. A few minutes of the curious touching goes by until her hips are pushing further into my hand and her back arches more than it did before. “Ellie… Stop teasing.”

I realize in an instant that my feather light touching is probably starting to feel inhumanly cruel to her. In an effort to make up for it, I place a kiss on the spot of her torment. The wetness that I feel there makes me pull back in surprise but just as I do, her hips push me right back in.

This time a distinct, almost sweet smell is the first thing that greets me. Somehow, I still find it surprising that I can do all of this to her and I find myself pushing closer, just to be sure that I’m not just imagining it.

The smell and the wetness gets stronger the closer I get and for a second I nearly bury my nose in it just so I can place the smell better. It’s not sweet but yet somehow it reminds me of something sugary. Curiously, I let my tongue lick her carefully to see if she tastes as good as she smells.

The action causes a gasp to leave her lips and her body jolts foreward at the contact. Her legs start to shake and I know by now that my curious playing is getting to her, so instead of teasing her any longer, I decide to put her out of her misery.

I place another opened mouthed kiss to her skin, letting my tongue flick out again like an out of control flame. She accepts the action gratefully, pressing herself closer to my mouth in an attempt to get more. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me as close as I can get. I follow the wordless request and start licking her in a more rhythmic pattern.

I soon lose sense of what’s going on and all I can really manage to focus on is the actions I’m carrying out. Doing this is actually a lot more pleasurable than I thought it would be and now I know why River doesn’t mind being the one in control all the time. Something about bringing such pleasure to her just feels… nice.

My hands start itching to be doing something and I move my right hand back to her, going back to that curious touching. One of my fingers slips inside of her and she lets out a sharp gasp, louder than before. I stop my actions and look back up into her eyes worriedly. “It’s okay, really… keep going. Please.”

Her words are more than enough to make me resume my previous actions, adding another finger a few minutes later; my other hand moves to hold onto her hip. I try to keep in time with her breathing but the longer it goes on, the harder I find it to match her shaky breaths.

Suddenly the muscles around my fingers start to clench and she throws a hand over her mouth to muffle the noises; much to my disappointment. When her movements start to slow down and the bucking of her hips resides, I move back up to hover over her. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is ragged. Not knowing what else to do, I shower her with kisses until I get a response.

She giggles, a thing I’ve rarely heard her do in all the years I’ve known her. “You’re so sweet.” she states and it causes me to smile. She opens her eyes and I keep the smile plastered on until I’m granted with a kiss. She kisses me more passionately than she usually does and honestly I don’t think she’s ever really kissed me like that.

She rolls us over and all too soon, I find myself in the familiar place underneath her. She’s not as slow and patient about it, but honestly I don’t mind. She bites on my neck, probably hard enough to leave a bruise but I somehow find myself moaning because of it.

Impatiently, she moves her hand down my body and in between my legs. Much like she did, I buck my hips at her touch and she smirks down at me rather proudly. To my relief, her fingers slip inside of me without much hesitation. She’s always been like that, being forceful and it’s something I never really expected to find arousing. But right now, I’m just glad that she can skip the foreplay.

Not long after she starts to adapt a rhythm and she bites onto the other side of my neck. I let out another moan, starting to worry slightly if we’re being too loud. But the worry is quickly pushed aside when her other hand moves to the small of my back and in one quick movement, I’m being pulled into her lap. The new position somehow provides her for easier access and my hips buck into her more forcefully when she starts her rhythm again.

Instinctively, I move my right hand back down to where it was moments before and she lets out a startled moan when I enter her. After that it all seems to unravel so fast and before I know it, I’m hit with a wall of pleasure. It seems to hit her at the same time and she moves to pull me as close as she can manage; meanwhile my free hand is digging its fingers into her back at such a forceful manner that I start to fear I’m drawing blood.

After a few minutes, I collapse back into the mattress and she follows shortly after. She lays at my side and waits for her breathing to settle back to a normal state. A few more minutes go by before she decides to wrap her arms around my waist and nuzzle my neck.

“I love you.” it’s such a quiet whisper that I almost don’t catch it. I was honestly drifting off to sleep but when the small statement registers my eyes snap back open, suddenly wide awake, and I swear my heart skips a beat when I hear it. “Do you really mean that?” I move so that I can look her in the eye and she stares back at me mortified.

She doesn’t answer for a few minutes and I start to regret saying anything. She wasn’t expecting me to hear, I should have just went to sleep and…

“Yes.” it takes me a second to respond to what she just said and I find my mind somehow still plagued with doubt, even after she said it. I move away from her a bit, as if I’m expecting something bad to happen. “Y-you’re serious?”

“Have I ever said that to anyone before, Ellie?” her tone sounds so serious but yet I catch her smiling faintly. The statement hits me like a ton of bricks once I realize she’s telling the truth and the only thing I can think to do is hug her. After a minute I pull away a bit, remembering how much she hates hugs. “Sorry.” the apology slips on reflex and she smiles again, this time fully and brightly; like I just told her she won the lottery.

“It’s okay.” she moves to kiss me and for once I’m not caught off guard by her affection. The kiss leaves me in a blissful daze and it takes me a second to realize I haven’t returned the three little words I’ve been dying to hear for ages. “I love you too, River.” that bright smile appears again and this sense of pride washes over me. “I’m glad, now go to sleep. You need to rest.” she kisses my forehead before settling into the sheets in her signature way that says she’s sleeping right now, weather I like it or not. So I go along with her and close my eyes again, letting sleep fully take me over.

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I stir from my sleep when something in my room clatters to life, I start to immediately worry that River’s leaving and I force my eyes to open. The first thing I see is her standing by the bed, pulling her clothes on. “Where are you going?” I mumble the question with worry as I move to sit up more fully. “I’m just going to the bathroom, baby, relax.” she moves to kiss my cheek and the fear of her leaving melts away.

I settle back into the sheets as she starts to walk towards my door. “Oh, not that I don’t love sleeping next to you naked, but you should probably get dressed too before your mom comes investigating.” that signature smirk of hers appears before she disappears into the hallway.

I follow her little word of advice and move to look for my clothes. It doesn’t take me long to find everything, all except for my shirt; which I find lodged between my nightstand and my bed.

As I pull the shirt down over my head, that clattering noise makes itself known again. I realize that it

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