Don't really think this would count as lime, but fair warning to young readers, there's mention of sex.
**** FIC START *****
Everything was perfect.
Mark looked down at himself. He was dressed pretty sharply, although he was probably biased, but the black tie look did wonders for his normally geeky appearance. He didn't have any bulging muscles, his face had freckles (but thankfully no pimples! At the very least tonight!), and he had very messy and thick blonde hair normally.
The tuxedo, however, made him look a bit more dignified, and with his hair combed and gelled, he felt he'd knock the socks off his date. Even if his red-trimmed glasses did look a bit awkward against the contrasting black and his hair color.
He laughed a bit weakly as the thought struck him, and he inched a finger under his collar, wiggling it, loosening the tie around his neck as he he took a deep breath, trying to relax, wondering if he should risk opening the door without the glasses and being as blind as a bat, just to look more impressive.
'Think happy thoughts,' he told himself, instructing himself so that he could calm down and not act like the idiot he usually thought of himself as.
So he did.
He thought of April. Beautiful, wonderful April. The girl he had no business being anywhere near, and somehow was. She was everything he thought a girl should be. She was just a few inches lower than him, so he could do romantic junk like tipping her chin up to kiss her. Her long hair flowed down her back like golden silk tresses, every strand glowing in the light of day. An angelic face, with blue orbs he could drown himself in just by staring into her soul.A plentiful bossom, not small and flat, but neither was it the ridiculous cantaloupes some of the other guys at school seemed to favor. They were simply...just right.
And woo hoo, did she have a figure fit for a competing level gymnast. Sure, she hadn't won medals, but she had the balance, grace, and agility to make the team.
Oh, and the flexibility. Can't forget that.
She was also a hopeless romantic, and simply adored all that fancy junk that he tended to think in his head, but couldn't say anywhere except in her presence. Hell, it'd been how he'd nabbed a date out of her exactly a year before this very day, and somehow, three hundred and sixty five days later, they were still going out.
Most importantly, she had been the girl to deflower him, he thought, his face turning bright red as he remembered his first time. Awkward, hot, passionate, beautiful, and somehow still perfect. And while he'd had more encounters of that nature with April since that first time, he wanted to duplicate...
No, he wanted to SURPASS that one perfect moment the first time gave them, as their bodies joined for the first time and their souls embraced in a way unmatched by that of their writhing bodies in bed.
Mark wasn't exactly sure how to pull that off, but he'd done his best to make the experience memorable. Nobody else was home tonight, he'd convinced his father to finally take a vacation from work, and now he and mother were off on a cruise in the Caribbean, enjoying themselves, possibly even seeing it as a second honeymoon. There wouldn't be any embarrassing interferences, and it had given him time to prepare the house for this special day.
The light bulbs were all providing a soft pale light, giving the house an almost ethereal feeling. Rose petals were placed along the corridors. Romantic music played in the background. In the dining room, the normally longer table had its middle extension removed, leaving a smaller circular table in its place. Atop it was a single long candle, waiting to be turned on. A candlelit dinner.
He'd worked his ass off to spring for an impressive French cuisine spread from a five star restaurant, currently being kept warm in the kitchen, ready to be pulled out on a moment's notice.
And the day itself had been as close to perfect as he could manage to make it for the opening act. Mark had taken April just about everywhere she could dream of today, letting her know that he wasn't just any random guy, that he wasn't one to forget their special anniversary. Topping it all off with this? It really was just perfect.
Only one thing left to remember, he simply had to have that single red tulip ready to hand to April when he opened the door. Her favorite flower, one whose meaning in the language of flowers he could truly appreciate at that.
The tulip rested in a vase by the entrance, still looking fresh and perfect. Great.
Suddenly a thought came to mind, and he snapped his fingers. How could he forget?
For someone who had just been briefly engrossed in the memory of his first time, he had grossly forgotten to check if he had a condom at the ready. When he carried April to the bedroom like his blushing bride, he didn't want to ruin the moment by digging for it from his messy drawers. And he was pretty certain he hadn't put one in the tuxedo's pocket yet...
He checked, confirming that he hadn't. Heading upstairs, he entered his room, clean and organized (from what one could see, anyhow. He honestly had just tossed most of his mess into the closet and locked it), and stepped towards the stand by the left, where he hid his box of condoms.
He drew it open, and spotted the box, frowning as he picked it up, a twinge on concern pinging in his brain at the lightness of the box, and turned into a blaring alarm as he looked inside. EMPTY?
HOW COULD IT BE EMPTY?
He dropped the box in the drawer, and slammed it shut, turning to look at the clock above his bed.
Dammit...
It was 8pm. April was supposed to arrive in thirty minutes. Could he risk trying to reach the convinience store to buy some more? What if April arrived earl..
*DIIIIIINNNNNN...*
*...DOOOOOONNNNNGGGG.*
Yeah, she was definitely arriving early. All his special preparations? RUINED! There would be no sex tonight? No, no, no, no!
Damn that Jodie Williams for getting pregnant and giving all the other girls a scare about unprotected sex!
Plan B...
Did he have a plan B?
Oh god, all he'd wanted was for one perfect moment, a special night of sex...
All ruined because he hadn't bought some goddamn condoms!
*DIIIIIINNNNNN...*
*...DOOOOOONNNNNGGGG.*
He took a deep breath. He could still salvage this. Somehow. He had a bit of time to think of a plan B. Best not to ruin things before then.
He did his best to look, well, his best, as he stared at a mirror in the hallway, and stepped down the stairs, yelling, "I'm coming, April!"
Stopping by the vase near the entrance, he pulled the tulip out, plastered a smile on his face, and opened the door...and the smile ceased to be fake, and he almost dropped the flower in awe at the beauty in front of him.
"...Oh wow," Mark softly mumbled.
April giggled, as she posed in her tight, oh so very skintight, blue dress. "You like it, Mark?"
"Mhmmmm," he agreed as he shook his head, and raised his arm, almost pushing the tulip into her face, but thankfully avoiding the awkward gesture. "These are for you, April. My decaration of love for the most beautiful girl in my life."
She blushed as she took the tulip gingerly and kissed him on the cheek. "You've been studying," she commented at his 'declaration of love' line, the name meaning of the flower given.
He smiled as he stepped back, pressing his back against the door and bowed, motioning inside. "Please come in."
He loved watching as she took in all his handywork, and turned back to look at him with wonder and smile. Although he did also enjoy looking at her butt, as the dress's blue fabric slithered around it as she took steps forward...
....there's Plan B.
He smiled more widely as one concern went away, and he focused all of his attention back on April, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the dining room. As she sat, he flicked a match on and lit the candle. "Wait here, dinner will be out shortly."
She squeezed his hand, smiling in anticipation, and then let him go to the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with two steaming plates, and she gasped at the meal. "Mark, is this from Les Sans Culotte, isn't it?" she asked, recognizing the pattern on the plates. "This must have been expensive!"
"I would move the sun and moon for your smile, April," he stated firmly, as he dined on the ripples in her eyes, all her emotions bared at him, and making him feel like a king. "A few dollars is nothing."
They ate, and chatted, reminiscing and laughing. And then a kiss.
Electricity shot through lips, down his neck, through the rest of his body down to his very toes which curled at the sensation of her lips on his. The rosy hue on her cheeks gave a welcome invitation and he stood, as did she.
And then he bent over and picked her up, eliciting a surprised gasp and giggle from her, and a grunt and pain from his back. 'Worth it!' he thought, even as his knees trembled.
"To bed, princess of my heart?"
"...to bed, my dashing knight," she agreed with a whisper.
Somehow, he carried her up the stairs, all agonizing sixteen steps upward, carried on by the thought of nirvana that awaited, and chanting 'Worth it!' in his mind with each step.
Softly, he kicked the door to his room open, and laid her on his bed, taking off the dinner jacket on the tuxedo, and loosening the black tie, flinging it to the floor. As he looked at April stretching in his bed, awaiting for him, her dress slowly hitching up, he swallowed.
"I, erm...I hope this night has been as special so far I tried to make it, April," he said, his voice hitching slightly.
She continued to smile warmly at him and nodded from the bed.
"I wanted to make this a day you would never forget," he added, to which she nodded again. "I don't think I will, Mark."
"Good, good...because, I want us to bond on a level beyond what we already have, make us even more close, right? Not that we're not close already, but..." he began to stammer. It had sounded so right in his head before, and he was babbling to his goddess, and at this point of all points.
But she just smiled in understanding, as she sat on the bed, motioning him closer. He sat on the edge of the bed, and rested his head on her shoulder. "I love you, April."
"I love you too, Mark. So very, very much."
"So I want to bond without...without the restraints of some rubber between us," he stammered. He felt her body tighten up, as she lost a bit of her smile. He quickly turned to look into her eyes as he tried to explain himself. "That's not what I meant! I know you're not ready, and I'm not ready for that either...I think."
Her face turned confused. "...Mark?"
He took a deep breath. Plan B, don't fail me now... "April...do you want to try anal sex?"
...Plan C! Plan C! He needed a Plan C!
The End.
Epilogue: "*GROOOOOAAAANNN* WE COULD JUST CUDDLE? APRIL? HONEY? GODDESS OF MY LIFE?"
**** FIC START *****
Everything was perfect.
Mark looked down at himself. He was dressed pretty sharply, although he was probably biased, but the black tie look did wonders for his normally geeky appearance. He didn't have any bulging muscles, his face had freckles (but thankfully no pimples! At the very least tonight!), and he had very messy and thick blonde hair normally.
The tuxedo, however, made him look a bit more dignified, and with his hair combed and gelled, he felt he'd knock the socks off his date. Even if his red-trimmed glasses did look a bit awkward against the contrasting black and his hair color.
He laughed a bit weakly as the thought struck him, and he inched a finger under his collar, wiggling it, loosening the tie around his neck as he he took a deep breath, trying to relax, wondering if he should risk opening the door without the glasses and being as blind as a bat, just to look more impressive.
'Think happy thoughts,' he told himself, instructing himself so that he could calm down and not act like the idiot he usually thought of himself as.
So he did.
He thought of April. Beautiful, wonderful April. The girl he had no business being anywhere near, and somehow was. She was everything he thought a girl should be. She was just a few inches lower than him, so he could do romantic junk like tipping her chin up to kiss her. Her long hair flowed down her back like golden silk tresses, every strand glowing in the light of day. An angelic face, with blue orbs he could drown himself in just by staring into her soul.A plentiful bossom, not small and flat, but neither was it the ridiculous cantaloupes some of the other guys at school seemed to favor. They were simply...just right.
And woo hoo, did she have a figure fit for a competing level gymnast. Sure, she hadn't won medals, but she had the balance, grace, and agility to make the team.
Oh, and the flexibility. Can't forget that.
She was also a hopeless romantic, and simply adored all that fancy junk that he tended to think in his head, but couldn't say anywhere except in her presence. Hell, it'd been how he'd nabbed a date out of her exactly a year before this very day, and somehow, three hundred and sixty five days later, they were still going out.
Most importantly, she had been the girl to deflower him, he thought, his face turning bright red as he remembered his first time. Awkward, hot, passionate, beautiful, and somehow still perfect. And while he'd had more encounters of that nature with April since that first time, he wanted to duplicate...
No, he wanted to SURPASS that one perfect moment the first time gave them, as their bodies joined for the first time and their souls embraced in a way unmatched by that of their writhing bodies in bed.
Mark wasn't exactly sure how to pull that off, but he'd done his best to make the experience memorable. Nobody else was home tonight, he'd convinced his father to finally take a vacation from work, and now he and mother were off on a cruise in the Caribbean, enjoying themselves, possibly even seeing it as a second honeymoon. There wouldn't be any embarrassing interferences, and it had given him time to prepare the house for this special day.
The light bulbs were all providing a soft pale light, giving the house an almost ethereal feeling. Rose petals were placed along the corridors. Romantic music played in the background. In the dining room, the normally longer table had its middle extension removed, leaving a smaller circular table in its place. Atop it was a single long candle, waiting to be turned on. A candlelit dinner.
He'd worked his ass off to spring for an impressive French cuisine spread from a five star restaurant, currently being kept warm in the kitchen, ready to be pulled out on a moment's notice.
And the day itself had been as close to perfect as he could manage to make it for the opening act. Mark had taken April just about everywhere she could dream of today, letting her know that he wasn't just any random guy, that he wasn't one to forget their special anniversary. Topping it all off with this? It really was just perfect.
Only one thing left to remember, he simply had to have that single red tulip ready to hand to April when he opened the door. Her favorite flower, one whose meaning in the language of flowers he could truly appreciate at that.
The tulip rested in a vase by the entrance, still looking fresh and perfect. Great.
Suddenly a thought came to mind, and he snapped his fingers. How could he forget?
For someone who had just been briefly engrossed in the memory of his first time, he had grossly forgotten to check if he had a condom at the ready. When he carried April to the bedroom like his blushing bride, he didn't want to ruin the moment by digging for it from his messy drawers. And he was pretty certain he hadn't put one in the tuxedo's pocket yet...
He checked, confirming that he hadn't. Heading upstairs, he entered his room, clean and organized (from what one could see, anyhow. He honestly had just tossed most of his mess into the closet and locked it), and stepped towards the stand by the left, where he hid his box of condoms.
He drew it open, and spotted the box, frowning as he picked it up, a twinge on concern pinging in his brain at the lightness of the box, and turned into a blaring alarm as he looked inside. EMPTY?
HOW COULD IT BE EMPTY?
He dropped the box in the drawer, and slammed it shut, turning to look at the clock above his bed.
Dammit...
It was 8pm. April was supposed to arrive in thirty minutes. Could he risk trying to reach the convinience store to buy some more? What if April arrived earl..
*DIIIIIINNNNNN...*
*...DOOOOOONNNNNGGGG.*
Yeah, she was definitely arriving early. All his special preparations? RUINED! There would be no sex tonight? No, no, no, no!
Damn that Jodie Williams for getting pregnant and giving all the other girls a scare about unprotected sex!
Plan B...
Did he have a plan B?
Oh god, all he'd wanted was for one perfect moment, a special night of sex...
All ruined because he hadn't bought some goddamn condoms!
*DIIIIIINNNNNN...*
*...DOOOOOONNNNNGGGG.*
He took a deep breath. He could still salvage this. Somehow. He had a bit of time to think of a plan B. Best not to ruin things before then.
He did his best to look, well, his best, as he stared at a mirror in the hallway, and stepped down the stairs, yelling, "I'm coming, April!"
Stopping by the vase near the entrance, he pulled the tulip out, plastered a smile on his face, and opened the door...and the smile ceased to be fake, and he almost dropped the flower in awe at the beauty in front of him.
"...Oh wow," Mark softly mumbled.
April giggled, as she posed in her tight, oh so very skintight, blue dress. "You like it, Mark?"
"Mhmmmm," he agreed as he shook his head, and raised his arm, almost pushing the tulip into her face, but thankfully avoiding the awkward gesture. "These are for you, April. My decaration of love for the most beautiful girl in my life."
She blushed as she took the tulip gingerly and kissed him on the cheek. "You've been studying," she commented at his 'declaration of love' line, the name meaning of the flower given.
He smiled as he stepped back, pressing his back against the door and bowed, motioning inside. "Please come in."
He loved watching as she took in all his handywork, and turned back to look at him with wonder and smile. Although he did also enjoy looking at her butt, as the dress's blue fabric slithered around it as she took steps forward...
....there's Plan B.
He smiled more widely as one concern went away, and he focused all of his attention back on April, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the dining room. As she sat, he flicked a match on and lit the candle. "Wait here, dinner will be out shortly."
She squeezed his hand, smiling in anticipation, and then let him go to the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with two steaming plates, and she gasped at the meal. "Mark, is this from Les Sans Culotte, isn't it?" she asked, recognizing the pattern on the plates. "This must have been expensive!"
"I would move the sun and moon for your smile, April," he stated firmly, as he dined on the ripples in her eyes, all her emotions bared at him, and making him feel like a king. "A few dollars is nothing."
They ate, and chatted, reminiscing and laughing. And then a kiss.
Electricity shot through lips, down his neck, through the rest of his body down to his very toes which curled at the sensation of her lips on his. The rosy hue on her cheeks gave a welcome invitation and he stood, as did she.
And then he bent over and picked her up, eliciting a surprised gasp and giggle from her, and a grunt and pain from his back. 'Worth it!' he thought, even as his knees trembled.
"To bed, princess of my heart?"
"...to bed, my dashing knight," she agreed with a whisper.
Somehow, he carried her up the stairs, all agonizing sixteen steps upward, carried on by the thought of nirvana that awaited, and chanting 'Worth it!' in his mind with each step.
Softly, he kicked the door to his room open, and laid her on his bed, taking off the dinner jacket on the tuxedo, and loosening the black tie, flinging it to the floor. As he looked at April stretching in his bed, awaiting for him, her dress slowly hitching up, he swallowed.
"I, erm...I hope this night has been as special so far I tried to make it, April," he said, his voice hitching slightly.
She continued to smile warmly at him and nodded from the bed.
"I wanted to make this a day you would never forget," he added, to which she nodded again. "I don't think I will, Mark."
"Good, good...because, I want us to bond on a level beyond what we already have, make us even more close, right? Not that we're not close already, but..." he began to stammer. It had sounded so right in his head before, and he was babbling to his goddess, and at this point of all points.
But she just smiled in understanding, as she sat on the bed, motioning him closer. He sat on the edge of the bed, and rested his head on her shoulder. "I love you, April."
"I love you too, Mark. So very, very much."
"So I want to bond without...without the restraints of some rubber between us," he stammered. He felt her body tighten up, as she lost a bit of her smile. He quickly turned to look into her eyes as he tried to explain himself. "That's not what I meant! I know you're not ready, and I'm not ready for that either...I think."
Her face turned confused. "...Mark?"
He took a deep breath. Plan B, don't fail me now... "April...do you want to try anal sex?"
...Plan C! Plan C! He needed a Plan C!
The End.
Epilogue: "*GROOOOOAAAANNN* WE COULD JUST CUDDLE? APRIL? HONEY? GODDESS OF MY LIFE?"