It's time

In that moment when her fingers first push inside of me, I gasp. My mouth opens in a silent scream just as she opens my core, inch by inch, with just her long fingers. It feels like forever until she fills me completely. It feels like enough when her fingertips reach the end. It feels strange that it takes only two of her fingers sliding inside of me to make the hole in my heart whole again. It turns out I didn't need anything else but her want and desire. Her passion for me. Her magic. Her fingers. Her.

And it hurts. Oh, God, how it hurts. Knowing that the answer was that simple. That I have been avoiding it for so long. And it came to this. She and I, hiding from everyone in this tiny space. Trying not to scream in passion. Trying to shut down the feelings. Trying to fight them. Trying to put the fires in us down.

Her thrusts speed up and I close my eyes, praying to chase away the tears, but they emerge from under my lashes, and I feel them sliding down the side of my face, burning my heated skin.

True to herself, she kisses them away, like she has always done. She comes in front of me and makes the source of the pain vanish into thin air. She protects me. She risks her life for mine time after time, because that is what soul-mate means: someone willingly giving their life for you; someone that always challenges you and is not afraid to fight with you.

Her hot breath caresses my ears as she whispers words of love; but only here in this dark, tiny space where it's just her and me, no one else, because outside we are just the mothers of our son, nothing more. We are anything but what we really are.

Her fingers touch that hot spot inside of me, somewhere on my walls, that I never knew existed, with each thrust, building up my climax. Just as I start clenching around her, I hear a commotion outside.

"You can't see the bride before the wedding." Henry's voice reaches our ears.

I freeze, but she continues murmuring 'I love you' against the skin of my neck.

I reach down and push my hand under her dress. The material is fluffy and I spend quite some time until I reach my destination. Her core is wet and ready for me and I'm pretty sure she will need four clit strokes to come undone.

There is noise again outside; heavy steps going all around the room.

"Where is she? I need to see her." He asks.

"You can't see the bride before the wedding." Henry stands his ground.

"Okay," he sighs heavily. "Just makes sure she comes down."

"Sure."

"If you weren't buried so deep in me, I would come down on you," I whisper into her ear and then bite the warm flesh with my teeth.

"Hurry, guys." Henry calls out to us when Emma growls against my neck and bites down.

"Fuck," I manage to muffle my scream as I nuzzle her neck.

She comes shortly after me.

We press foreheads, hearts beating fast in unison, bodies still trembling from the orgasms.

"Guys, it's time," Henry says from the other side of the door.

Our eyes meet in silent agreement. It's time to run.