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We finished decorating the whole place and then moved to the kitchen to make dinner and some brownies since she was craving them. We were currently waiting for the brownies to finish baking.

Demi grabbed the bowl of melted chocolate and dipped her finger into it, licking it off and then looking up at me, redipping her finger and holding it out. "Hmm, here."

I moved forward, throwing her hair over her shoulders and tucking it behind her ear while licking the chocolate off her finger. She dipped her finger one more time and then wiped it onto my cheek, laughing. I stopped, closed my eyes, and sighed. "Did you really just do that to me?"

"Boo-hoo, it's only some chocolate."

"Only some chocolate, yeah?" I dipped my finger in, quickly wiping it on her cheek while holding her in place by her waist.

She squealed, closing her eyes and freezing before fake crying, pushing my arm away. "No more games with chocolate. Chocolate is sticky."

I wiped my cheek with a rag before doing the same for her while she looked around and grabbed the bowl of flour. "Demi, don't—"

She picked up a pinch and smeared it across my cheek, giggling again so I did the same thing, some of it getting in her hair. "My hair!" she gasped before taking an entire handful and throwing it on my head.

I stared at her in disbelief. "You're so dead."

She threw another handful at me and then moved away quickly, running.

I managed to snatch the bowl for her before she got away. We stood on opposite ends of the counter and every time I rounded it, she ran to the other side while grinning widely, laughing. I managed to catch her by her shirt and pulled her into me, emptying half the bowl on her head.

She screamed, taking the bowl and dumping the other half of my head and even shook her hair out, all the flour dusting off on me. I laughed while she dusted her clothes and hair off. She looked up at me, chuckling softly, and ruffled my hair, the flour falling everywhere. I tilted her chin up and kissed her. She came up on her toes, resting her arms around my neck, and kissed me back with a smile.

The brownies finished baking with a beep and we broke away. She went and took them out, leaving them on the counter. While waiting for them to cool down, I stood at the counter while she sat on it and we kissed some more and then some more and then some more.

"I really love you, Vince," she said when we broke away.

"I really love you, Demi." While we ate the brownies, I asked her about something I'd been wondering for a while. "Are you going to see your parents before the last game?"

She nodded slowly, "I think so. You know I want to stay, right? But I don't feel comfortable putting my parents' expenses on you, you already did enough for me and them by paying off that debt and handling all my expenses. I can't put any more on you. I don't want to do that. I think it would be better if I just go see them and maybe you can fly in?"

I lifted my brows slightly. "I'm all ears."

"Maybe after your game? On Christmas? Or the next day, whatever you prefer, you could fly in and finally meet them."

"Finally?" I smirked.

She rolled her eyes, smiling and dusting her hands. "They've wanted to meet you since forever. They wanted to come watch a game too but we never got around to making that happen. Now that they probably know we're together, they must be even more excited."

"Demi, how long has it been since you talked to them over the phone?"

"A little while," she nodded. "I talked to them right after I moved in here. But I didn't tell them anything. Not when I was fired or rehired, or even when we made our relationship public to the press. And they didn't call much either, they've been a bit busy. They actually just moved into a bigger house a few months ago. But I text them almost every day. They just never asked about... us."

I nodded in understanding. "So, I'll fly in after the game to see you and meet them, yeah?"

She nodded, looking at me hopefully. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I laughed, kissing her again.

"Okay," she chuckled, pulling away. "We should put these away, save some for later, and clean up. We should shower."

"Together?" I leaned in.

"No," she laughed. "Not together. Maybe another time," she teased, trailing a finger down my jaw. I groaned softly while she pushed me away and then hopped off. "I'm going to shower. Bye," she sang before running upstairs.

I sighed loudly and put the brownies away before heading to shower. I came out about ten minutes later and got dressed, pulling on a black full-sleeve v-neck with grey sweatpants. I walked into her room, letting myself in but found it empty. I heard the shower water running, so I sat at the foot of the bed, waiting for her to come out.

A few minutes later, the water was turned off and a while later, the door opened. I looked up as she ran her fingers through her hair before throwing it over her shoulders.

She stopped in the doorway, looking at me. "Hi," she smiled softly, "what are you doing here?" She walked over, stopping in front of me.

I stared and I stared.

She had on a black silk robe, her hair was still damp from the shower. The robe was tied loosely around her waist and stopped right below her knees with the loose sleeves running past her hands. The robe had a slit in it down her left leg and the neckline sat low. Really low.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, meeting her eyes.

"I grabbed the first thing I saw before I ran in for a shower," she chuckled. "But I'm going to change anyway. Do you need something?" There's no way that's the first thing she saw.

She planned this.

"Do I..." I muttered sarcastically, my eyes raking up and down one more time.

"Get it together," she teased, hitting my cheek softly. "I'm going to change." She turned to walk to the closet but I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back quickly. She stumbled forward, grabbing onto my shoulders while I held her waist. She stared down at me before I stood up and kissed her. She fisted my shirt in her hand while my hand rested on the nape of her neck.

I had her hair around my fist and I tugged at it, tilting her head backward until I felt like it was enough to kiss her the way I wanted to.

She hummed in approval and then let out a soft moan against my lips which drove me insane.

I wanted her. I wanted her so badly, I couldn't even comprehend it. But the moment didn't feel right. The last time we slept together was right after we admitted to our feelings. And that was perfect but I wanted to focus on her. I wanted to make tonight about her, I wanted to devour her.

I turned us around and the back of her legs hit the bed. I was already holding her waist and by now I knew that I needed her in some way more than just kisses, so I pushed her down until she was sitting and bent at my knees, kissing her harder while I knelt in front of her.

She paused against my lips before pulling away just enough to look at me. She swallowed, seeming hesitant. "What are you doing?"

"Something I want," I mumbled, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.

She held her breath, holding my gaze.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do, Demi. Don't worry."

She seemed to relax a bit but still, she wasn't as much at ease as I wanted her to be.

"You tell me what's okay and what's not. And if you want me to stop, you tell me," I said slowly. "Does that work?"

She nodded, breathing quickly.

Instead of pulling her robe off, I left it on, my hands moving up her thighs while I leaned forward, kissing her from the neck down. "Has anyone done this to you before?" I whispered against her skin.

She hesitated, "No."

"Have you ever wanted anyone to do this to you before?"

"Yeah. You," she let out a shaky breath.

My hands reached her hips, my thumb brushing over the spot I knew by now had red ink tattooed in cherry hearts. She gasped softly at my touch alone. I pulled back, my eyes meeting hers. "So it's okay if I'm the first?"

She nodded.

"Do you want this? It's okay if you don't, Demi. We don't have to. But you know I won't do anything you don't want. Do you want it?"

She nodded again, slowly.

"Bad?"

I teased.

Her cheeks flushed pink and she nodded again.

"Lay down," I demanded.

She scooted back on the bed, lying down but keeping herself up on her elbows, watching me.

I moved up, kneeling between her legs. I leaned down and kissed her, hoping she'd ease up a bit. I want her to be at ease, I want her to enjoy tonight. I didn't break the kiss while one hand worked on the robe belt, undoing it, while the other moved from the outside of her thigh to the inside under the robe. I slowly inched my hand up higher and higher until I felt her and heard her gasp into the kiss. "Okay?" I asked.

She nodded, "Okay."

I moved my kisses down to her neck, then collarbone, and went lower with each kiss at an agonizingly slow pace, both for her and me. I didn't move my hand between her legs until she pulled her knees up on her own accord. I kissed her hip tattoo, watching the sheets wrinkle as she bunched them up in each fist, letting out the first soft moan as I moved faster, touched harder.

I never had a guess when I thought about if she was a loud moaner, a screamer, or not. I wanted to find out. Sex is different and this is different. I wanted to find out if she's the kind who moans louder with each touch or if it's my name she would repeat. I wanted to know which spots made her arch into me. I wanted to know if she screamed at all or if she was the quiet kind, the kind who only breathes harder and whispers her moans into the room.

As my kisses went lower and lower, as my mouth replaced my hand and I tasted her, I found out. She was the latter. The kind who moaned like it was a secret, who gasped my name instead of screaming it, who fisted the sheets until they were a mess under her.

She went quiet at one point, very quiet and all I could hear were her pants until she came undone right before me, gasping while her back arched off the bed. "Oh God, Vince," she exhaled, falling back onto the bed, her grip relaxing on the sheets.

I gave her one last kiss where it counts and she shuddered at the softest touch before I moved up, sitting beside her. I traced a circle on her thigh while her labored breathing returned to normal slowly.

She shivered as my hand skimmed over her inner thigh. She closed her legs and sat up once she tied the robe after a few minutes, pulling it back together. She turned to me and we both just sat in silence for a while, staring at each other. Her eyes fell to my lips before she leaned forward and kissed me, pulling me closer, tugging at my shirt.

We both lay down and without breaking the kiss, I felt her move on top of me but she lay down instead of straddling me. It was late, she was now worn out, and I was fucking happy. Happy that I made her happy. Happy that I could give her the kind of pleasure nobody ever has before. The kiss slowed down, it was drawn out and almost lazy.

She pecked my lips before pulling back to look at me. "I'm glad," she whispered, running a finger over my eyebrow.

"That?" I asked.

"That I let you do that and never let anyone else do it before. I'm glad I waited until I found someone with whom I felt comfortable being that intimate. And I'm glad it was you. I'm really glad it was you," she explained, resting her cheek on my chest. She talked slower with each word and before I knew it, she had dozed off.

I smiled to myself softly, putting my arms around her. I was glad too.

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