Olive's P.O.V.
It's been a week since Lucas' accident. A week since we both admitted how much we loved one another. I have been taking care of Lucas as he heals. He broke his dominant arm. Although it's adorable to watch him try to do things with his left hand, it's also sad. I end up helping him with a lot of things, which he both appreciates and doesn't like.
He's a proud man like most and all he wants is to be better already so he doesn't have to depend on me so much. I have been staying at his apartment all week, but it was time for me to go back to my flat. I missed it, and I needed more clothes. Of course, Lucas tagged along. I didn't mind at all.
You would think that we would have grown tired of one another after a whole week beside each other, but it was very much the opposite. We wanted more of one another, and the thought of being away from each other, killed us. I was happy to know that I wasn't the only one of us that felt this way.
"I'm almost done with your freshman year of high school now," he informed me, as we sat on the couch. I had been working on my homework and Lucas had been busy reading my journals again.
"Oh really? And how do we feel about my freshman year?" I asked curiosily.
"I'm growing very jealous of this Ian."
I laughed thinking he was joking, but I quickly contained it as I noticed he was not. I shook my head at him.
"There's no need to be jealous of him. He was just the first good friend and that's it."
"If you say so, Rose."
I continued with my work, and Lucas with my journal. He continued reading without complaint. I'd almost forgotten how much I had written about Ian in those journals. He took up most of my freshman year journals and almost all my sophomore ones. I'm not sure how he'll feel when he realizes that Ian is in those still.
"Hey, Lucas?"
"Yes, my Rose?"
"Ian may be in a lot of my journals, but I hope you know the feelings I had for him don't hold a candle to the ones I have for you now."
I turned to look at him, seeing him smile at me. He leaned forward kissing my cheek sweetly.
"Good," he whispered.
We grew silent again as I focused. The subject matter was getting harder each week. I still hadn't fully decided what to do with dad and his news of a new baby. I don't want anything to happen to it, but I also don't want to drop out, and let my years of hard work go to waste.
Is that selfish of me? Would I be an asshole if I chose myself?
"Rose, when's your birthday?" Lucas randomly asked, making me realize that neither of us actually knew that about each other. It was odd that we would admit our love before evening knowing the basics about one another.
"Christ, we don't know that about each other," I gasped.
"Easily corrected. My birthday is April 26th."
"Mine is June 3rd," I answered him.
"Oh a summer baby." He smiled.
"Favorite color?" I asked him, wanting to know all the little things now.
"Hmm does gold count?"
"If you want."
"Okay then, gold. What about you, Rose?"
"Teal." It's always been teal.
"Interesting," he mused. "Favorite pass time?"
"Watching movies, or hitting the punching bag at the gym. You?"
"Reading." He smiled, holding my journal up and making me blush lightly.
"Favorite sport?"
"Soccer, of course," he answered me.
"I like to play volleyball best, but I've played soccer too. I like to watch soccer the best though."
"So you'd watch me play if I joined a team again?" He asked me almost seeming insecure as he did.
"I would love that." I bit my lip at the thought of him in a soccer uniform. He'd be hot as hell in one.
I got off my spot, straddling him on the couch. My eyes, and body were hungry for him. We hadn't been as sexually active with him hurt, causing me to become some rabidly horny dog. I grabbed his face, leaning down and kissing him passionately. I licked at his bottom lip, asking permission to enter. Our tongues danced against each other in a swirl.
"You stay still, and let me do all the work." I whispered in his ear as I stood up.
I shed my clothes slowly in front of him, letting his intense brown eyes watch me. I undid his pants and pulled them off him with his boxers. I left his shirt on, not wanting to move his arm much. I placed my hands on his thighs, spreading them to allow my torso in. I took his flacid dick into my mouth feeling it start to grow inside my mouth with each suck and lick. He groaned as I continued to move my head against it. When he was nice and hard, and extremely horny for me, I stood up. I straddled his lap again, aligning my entrance perfectly with the tip of his dick.
I slowly slid down his shaft until he was deep inside me. I waited a moment before I began to sway my hips against him. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, not looking away from his eyes as I continued to bring us both pleasure. Lucas' hand crawled up my body until it found my breast. His finger traced along the small scar from my surgery.
"You're absolutely perfect, Rose, battle scars and all."
His words drove me up, making me feel so good. Somehow, he always manages to say the right things to make me feel better about my insecurities. I had started to hate the scar on my breast, feeling it made me look unattractive. His words pushed those insecurities far away, because I know that he means it. I've begun to notice that Lucas never says anything he doesn't mean.
I continued swaying against him, until I reached my climax. I then began sliding him in and out of me, causing my thighs to burn as I continued. I kissed him passionately, leaving our mouths open as we breathed one another in. I held his head close feeling his chin on my breasts. Before I knew it I'd milked Lucas of all he's worth. We stayed like that for a moment longer with Lucas growing soft in me again.
"Thank you, Rose," he whispered before kissing me again.
I love this man.
I can't go to New Hampshire. I realize I'll be uprooting Lucas too. He said he would move with me, and as much as I love that idea, I don't want to take him away from his family. I'll go after graduation unless something happens between now and then. I'll ask Joe to keep an eye on them for me.
Joe is the man that has given me every tattoo on my body except the pink ribbon with mom's name on it. He knows how dad is, thanks to our many sessions together. A good tattoo artist is like your therapist. You lay on their chair and talk as they work. Joe was always great. In my junior and senior year of high school he got me a job to help me save for college. He also made sure I was fed dinner every night. It was more than I'd had in a while. I know that Joe will watch dad's girlfriend carefully for me if I ask him to. If anything happens I'll rush home.
I wonder if they will have a boy or a girl. I never imagined being an older sister, but I won't take the role lightly. I will shield that baby from living the same life I did. I will ensure that it lives better than I did, even if it means it lives a life without a dad in it every day. It's better than one where he or she may be abused. Better no dad, than our dad.
Don't worry little one, I'll keep you safe.