I woke up with a soreness in between my legs and... to a really weird smell in the air. Not the kind of smell I'd expect after having been engulfed in the sweet fragrance of pure sex all night. This was the kind that made me want to wrinkle my nose. Almost like... a fart.

I turned over on Alex's bed to instantly accuse him of tearing one, but to my surprise, his half of the bed was empty.

Again, not really what I expected after losing my virginity last night. I'd expected to wake up to cuddling and kissing and maybe even some lazy hand-stuff, but left alone in a now cold bed, I realized that was perhaps expecting too much of Alex.

I rolled over on the bed again, prepared to sleep some more and hopefully wake up to Alex being back from wherever he was, when suddenly, a loud metallic clatter from downstairs caught my ear, followed by a curse.

Oh, God.

I immediately sat up in the bed and now actually took a moment to sniff the air properly. Eggs. It smelled like eggs. Not good eggs, more like... bad eggs. Very bad eggs.

The clatter of metal... the curse... the eggs smell...

"Oh, my God, he's fucking cooking," I whispered mortified and then immediately shot to my feet. I grabbed his white button-up shirt from last night and quickly put it on with my panties, before making my way down the stairs.

I made it all the way to the kitchen, the smell getting nauseatingly stronger, and then found Alexander standing in the kitchen in only his black sweats that hung deliciously off his hips. He was stirring a pot on the stove with a deep frown from what I could see. He cursed again.

"Uh, Alex..."

He made a startled jump and whipped around, giving me a mouthwatering view of his torso. "Soph, Jesus! I didn't hear you come down. Did I wake you? Crap, I was trying to be quiet."

I bit my lip not to grin and slowly walked up to him. He welcomed me with a warm embrace. "You didn't wake me. The smell did."

"The smell..." He muttered, leaning his chin on top of my head. "I really wanted to be romantic and bring you breakfast in bed. I was hoping I'd be back before you woke up. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I smiled when I felt him kiss my hair and lazily stroke my back with his hands. My own were feeling the small scratches of scraped skin I left on him last night on his back.

He hummed lowly and nuzzled his nose into my hair. "You look good in my shirt, by the way. See-through suits you."

I chuckled a little and then looked into the pot on the stove where three inches of oil and two broken egg yolks were swimming around, looking absolutely disgusting. "What the hell were you trying to make?"

"Fried eggs," He replied and drew back to look into the pot as well. "I found this book in my mom's cabinet called 'Cooking for Dummies' and it had this seemingly simple recipe that told how to fry eggs. It said to use a pot if I was afraid of getting splurted on by the eggs as they cooked, and I was, so I took a pot. It then said to put some oil in and carefully crack the eggs in afterwards. Then I remembered how they make fries at Macca's," He said, frowning. "They have that vat thingy filled with oil and they put the fries in there, and then when they come up, they're all like crispy-golden and delicious and—"

"Oh, my God," I said, trying to stop a laughter from exploding through my mouth. "Alex, did you try to deep-fry eggs?"

"It seemed logical!" He exclaimed. "Fried eggs – fries! So I took a pot, emptied the bottle of olive oil, managed to open the third egg without ruining it, but when I tried to dunk it into the oil, the yolk broke and then it turned all goo-y," He grimaced and looked into the pot again. "Stirring it probably didn't help."

I could no longer hold back my laughter. You could probably ask him to find a cure to cancer and he could probably do it, but something as simple as following a recipe on how to fry an egg, he managed to fail; utterly and completely.

I doubled over with laughter, unable to stop myself. Alex looked less than amused as I crunched forward when my ribs begun hurting from laughing so hard.

"Laugh all you want," He scoffed. "I've never learned how to cook because my mom was too busy to teach me, so now shut up and cook for me, woman."

I immediately stopped laughing and shot him a very hard glare. "What did you just say to me?"

I saw the fleeing expression of his mistake flash across his face before he sheepishly tried a smile. "I said... please will you make some breakfast for us, my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend?"

"That was better," I smugly smirked and now took the pot off the stove. "Fetch me the eggs and I'll show you how to actually fry an egg. Just so you know how to in the future."

"Thanks." He gingerly grinned and then pecked my cheek before he went back to the fridge to get the eggs. We made breakfast together and I even taught him how to fry bacon as well. Every once in a while when I moved, I winced from the soreness between my legs, and each time, I could count on Alex to be there with a tentative kiss to soothe it.

"Did it hurt that bad?" He murmured after a moment, circling his arms around my waist as I chopped some fruits for our luxurious breakfast/brunch.

"At first, but I'm okay today," I replied, smiling a little when his lips pressed against the nape of my neck, making my hairs rise. "Just a little sore."

"I've always wondered what it feels like for girls their first time. Now that I've seen it, I swear I'm never taking someone's virginity again. Not unless you magically grow a new one, because baby I'm never leaving you ever," Alex said in a blur while he continued to press kisses up and down my neck.

Goosebumps were rising everywhere on my skin and it was making it harder for me to focus on the knife in my hand. "You better not, because if you do, who's going to give me gray hairs and worry lines?"

His hands dropped to my ass and squeezed both buttocks, making me gasp and grip on to the edge of the table. Next thing I felt was his hard erection which he pressed into the crack of my ass, parting my globes to gain more access. My panties instantly dampened when he sensually began rubbing himself against me, using the friction of his slacks to drive me crazy. I let out a small moan.

"If you only knew the things I want to do to you..." He huskily whispered into my ear. "Trust me when I say, they don't involve giving you gray hairs or worry lines. Now, hickeys and maybe a few more sore limbs..."

I exhaled a breath and tilted my head back into his shoulder as his right hand sought out the hem of my panties, slowly creeping past them. He dipped his hand into them and found my soaking folds, letting his finger circle my clit until I shivered in anticipation. "A-Alex..."

"How sore are you?"

I was sore alright, but damn it, I wanted more. "Not sore enough."

That was all he needed to know.

Spinning me around in his arms, his hungry lips quickly found mine and caught them in a hard kiss. He pushed me up against the counter and had me trapped there before I could think. My hands, instinctively driven by his hunger, threaded themselves through his tousled bed-hair as he lifted me up on the cold surface of the table, brushing away the chopping board and the fruits.

"Fuck, Alex," I breathed as he worked my panties down with some maneuvering.

"Fucking you is going to be my death," He hotly whispered against my lips. "But I'm not afraid of dying."

That was the last thing he said before our lips permanently locked again. The same couldn't be said for my legs.

Alex spread my legs and made me cinch them around him as he dragged me closer, bringing me to his hardness. I clung on to his shoulders when I felt him pull his the waistband of his sweatpants down, just enough to release his cock. He grabbed himself and worked his hips forward as his blunt came in contact with my wetness. I then shivered again when I felt him slide himself along my pussy lips, coating his length in my silk. I was just about to beg him to just fuck me when he pressed his head to my entrance and then stilled for one short second.

And then he sunk inside me.

I moaned and clenched my legs around him as his girth stretched me again until it begun hurting. He went in a few inches, then out again, then in again, going a little deeper.

Thankfully, it seemed my pussy still remembered what to do from last night, so despite the soreness that protested his invasion, my tight walls expanded to accommodate him, taking all of him in as he thrust one final, deep thrust.

I let out a garbled moan and rested my forehead against his shoulder as he buried all of himself inside me. He pressed his hand against my lower back and dragged me closer to meet him as he softly began rocking in and out of me, going at a steady pace. "Mmm, Alex..."

His was keeping it sensual and tender, like he knew that this was all I could take, despite what I had said last night about how I wanted him to not hold back the next time. Back then, I hadn't accounted for the soreness, but maybe Alex had. Maybe, that's why his thrusts remained slow and unhurried – gentle.

"God, Alexander," I whispered, rolling my head backwards as he sunk deep inside me, nudging my womb. "I love you."

"I love you too, Sophie," He gutturally whispered back. The gentle strokes of his cock were amazing, and even despite it being so soft, I still felt heat pool and collect in my stomach, tightening in an ōrgasm. It was enough to leave me breathless, enough to having me clenching around him.

"Alex," I moaned, just as I felt his hand that was currently palmed around my ass, move to the sweet spot between my legs and gently touch my sensitive clit. He pressed down and began rubbing back and forth while his hips kept doing the same. The sensation made my toes curl and made by breath turn erratic, my tongue practically tasting the ōrgasm that was coming to me.

Seriously, what was he doing to me?

"Alexander..." I moaned and now tilted my head backwards again when I felt the pressure build up. "Don't... stop...."

His lips found my exposed throat and begun pressing warm, passionate kisses to it, at the same time his other hand – the one that wasn't on my clit – begun kneading my butt, squeezing the tender flesh. "Come on, Sophie. Do it for me."

Gripping onto his biceps, I mewled as I felt the honey-sweet ōrgasm blanket me – envelope me in a heated embrace of love, pleasure and Alex. I cried softly as he rocked into me, giving me the sweetest ōrgasm ever. My walls closed down around him and spasmed until I felt every limb in my body turn into mush.

Groaning, Alex released just after I did, his hips involuntarily speeding up a little. I didn't mind it, in fact I encouraged it. The extra friction had me experiencing a mini-ōrgasm just after the first one, one that made me clench my inner walls around him tightly.

I couldn't help but watch him again as he climaxed; the look on his face when he came was so enchanting, so beautiful, you couldn't help but love it. He squeezed his eyes shut and parted his lips, breathed strangled through his mouth for a moment. Then, his features softened as he filled me up, warming my insides with his burning hot release.

We both spend a few seconds simply just panting as we both hailed down from our high. Then, after a moment, Alex exhaled a long, hot breath.

"Fuck, Sophie. I love you so much." He rested his forehead against my shoulder and breathed softly as he held me tightly in his arms, not seeming as if he was in a rush to let go any time soon.

I wasn't either. I simply closed my eyes and leaned against him as well, sighing blissfully when this was about as good as life got. "I love you too, Alexander Stone."

~~~

"I fucking hate you," Alex said with a growl on his lips. "I am not putting on a tie for my birthday. Nope, not happening. The only times I wear a tie is when I go to church – which I only do to please my mom."

"But if you did this, you would please me," I argued, holding up the blue tie in my hand which would compliment his eyes perfectly. It was a few days later, and goddamn it, it was Alex's 18th birthday tomorrow. And we had something planned for him – we, being me, Miles and Jagger.

"If I wanted to please you, I wouldn't need to strap on a tie," Alex smirked knowingly and watched as I squirmed a little. "All I'd have to do was take you into a dark corner and I'd have you panting on all four before—"

"Alright-alright!" I argued, feeling my cheeks heat up by the pure image he was creating. We were taking the sex-thing slow (well not literally slow, but you catch my drift) and so far we were mainly sticking to vanilla sex, like missionary and cowgirl. We had yet to try a few other positions like... oh, I don't know, doggie style. The idea was delicious to me, but at the same time intimidating. Being faced away, not being able to see what he was doing? God, the pure thought...

Damn it, I was getting off topic. I was supposed to pick a tie for him, not imagine us having sex in every position possible—aah, hell.

"Seeeex on your mind..." Alex sang, watching my cheeks crisp up even more. "I knew once I got you started, you'd be even more of an addict than me."

I was so scared to admit that he was right, but goddamn sex was ah-may-zing – at least with Alex it was, I had no other references, but I couldn't imagine it being any better.

"Quit it, Stone," I fiercely said, pulling myself together. I had a mission I needed to accomplish. "Will you just put this tie on tomorrow? We're going somewhere fancy to celebrate a-and I just want you to look, you know, appropriate." Man, when did I start sucking at lying? I might not have been as good as Alex, but I used to be able to deliver a decent lie once upon a time.

Alex chuckled again, just as a wide smirk spread on his lips. "I'm just gonna pretend I bought that obvious lie and say okay, I'll strap on a noose for tomorrow. If it'll make my girl happy."

"Thank you," I said, biting the insides of my cheeks. His girl. "Very much. Just go with it tomorrow, okay? Even if you have figured it out, just go with it."

Alex laughed silently and begun tying the tie around his neck, under the collar of the white dress shirt I had also made him wear. We were testing out outfits. "Sure. I'll even act surprised if it means Miles and Jagger will stop throwing surprise parties at every festive occasion that involves me."

It was just impossible to hide things from a damn genius.

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'Mornings after' are the best, though.