We're at our  new apartment, we recently moved out from our parents houses. All of our things were already unpacked, we'd been here for a few days.

It was currently eight in the evening and my boyfriend walked into our apartment, sighing with a small smile. I walk in behind him, "hm, spacey," I comment, looking around. I put my bag In the chair and slowly walk around, continuing to form a map in my head of the area.

"You think this is gonna work as our first place?" He asked cautiously.

I turn around with a smile, "I know this is going to work as our first place, we just need to touch up on the design a little."

"It's all just black and white IKEA furniture," he commented with a nod.

I chuckled, "I know, that's why we need to touch up over the next few months." I walk over and hug him, smiling up at him.

"Hey! IKEA furniture isn't cheap," he jokes.

I laugh quietly to myself. "We're not getting rid of our furniture, it costed too much, but we are working on the walls and accessories to match our style," I inform, grabbing his hand.

"Yeah," he drawls, " I don't think pink wallpaper really works."

I nod in agreement, "yeah, I'm not a fan of pink. I pause, "how about blue and another colour?"

"What other colour? Black?" He asks.

"I'm not sure, if we have too much black it'd overpower the room and make it depressing. How about a red? Or an orange?" I suggest wearily.

 He looks down at me, thinking what colour would go best with the baby blue. "Hmm, what about white?" He suggests with a smile.

"Blue and white?" I murmur to myself, thinking about how that'd look. A smile slowly forms onto my face, "yeah... blue and white."

He grinned at me, loving that I agreed to the idea of blue and white. His facial expression quickly changed to a serious face, "I heard some flooring squeak earlier, flooring is actually quite expensive." 

I frowned, "where abouts is it?"

"By the bedroom," he shrugged.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "okay, we'll have to work on that." I was tired and a not-so-subtle yawn escaped my lips, "should we talk about this tomorrow?" I asked sleepily.

"What do we have to talk about?" He asked, not entirely on this planet.

I smiled a small smile, "the house and where to start, silly." He chuckled and mumbled an 'oh yeah, of course'. We walk slowly to the bedroom, his arm around my tiny waist, and get into bed. I snuggle up close to his warm slender frame, kiss his collarbone and mumble a 'goodnight, love'.

"You going to sleep?" He whispered. I hum in response and subconsciously reach for his hand. He hold my hand, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb and smiled. After about half an hour he joined me in my sleeping state and cuddled me. We slept peacefully with small smiles on our faces.

I woke the next morning and found myself half on the bed half on him. I looked up at his face and smiled when I saw he was still sleeping. "How precious," I whispered dreamily, careful not to wake him so quickly. He opens his eyes slowly after a few minutes of me staring dreamily at his peaceful state.

He smiles and greets me with his morning voice, "oh hey, morning." His eyes are half open and a smile is on his sleepy face.

I blush at the sound of his morning voice greeting me. "Hey. You sleep well?" I ask quietly.

He smiles, "yeah, I slept well."

I grin and move up close enough to kiss him but don't. "That's good. Shall we?"

He looks at me clueless, "shall we what?"

"I love you in the mornings, you're so clueless," I chuckle, sitting up. He smiled sheepishly and looks down. I roll over and get out of bed to go find the shower, "I'll be in the shower if you need me or want to join," I smile innocently. I walk out of the bedroom into the shower and turn it on.

 After a few minutes he comes to the door and knocks, opening the door slightly. "Hello? I'm looking for an Emily?"

I chuckle and peep my head around the door, "hey, I was just about to get in.  You want to join?"

He walks in and jumps back, spotting a tiny spider, "yeah, well see I was but then I noticed a MASSIVE HAIRY FUCKING EIGHT-LEGGED DEMON..."

I shake my head and stifle a laugh, "babe, come in. I'll get rid of the spider." I cup it, trapping it in my hands and walk over to the sink. I drown it down the sink whilst muttering 'die bitch'.

His eyes are wide and staring at me, "are you sure you weren't born in a hell fire?"

I grin cheekily at him, "yep, now get naked and come shower."

He looked at the floor, blushing, getting undressed and following me into the shower. 

We didn't shower together often but I felt it was needed. Why? I don't know but it must've been some special reason. We got into the shower and I kissed his lips softly, unintentionally rubbing my boobs against your chest.

As we kiss he holds onto my hips and begins to press toward me. I put my arms around his neck and continued kissing him as the water ran down our bodies. My hips were rolling against his, encouraging his penis to harden and say 'hello'.

He held onto my hips firmly, making sure I can't escape and deepened the kiss. He slowly started entering into me, causing me to moan softly into his lips. I wrapped my left leg around him, making it easier for him. He pushed me back against the shower wall and thrusted teasingly into and out of my pussy. His hands ventured from my hips to my lower torso, him pressing into me harder whilst we snog.

"Mmm," I try to bite back but fail. I ground my hips against his lower half, making his cock move around inside me.

He holds my left leg up with one hand and my hips with the others he thrusts deep into me. I felt him thrust deeply in and out of me, "oh fuck!" I groan. With each thrust I wiggled a little, accidentally making him catch my g-spot each time. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" I whimper with each smooth thrust.

He notices as I become more and more turned on, causing him to smirk and thrust harder into me. I look up into his eyes, my pupils extremely dilated with lust and love. I try to grip the wall as I feel myself coming close to squirting, "I-I'm going to come if you keep it up," I moan helplessly. He continues thrusting hard, hopelessly trying to make himself and me come.

He thrusts into me hard and fast, hitting my g-spot one last time, making my walls clench against his rock hard dick and causing me to come. "Mmm... please," I moan quietly. Soon after he himself comes, grunting deeply as he did so. 

I smiled as I felt his liquids fill me, mixing with the juices inside me. I kiss his lips softly, needing to taste them. "Baby, thanks for filling my pussy, claiming me as yours and for the amazing morning sex," I muttered softly, blushing a deep crimson and my eyes flickering from his lips to his neck. 

"That's weird, babe," he smiled. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. 

I simply smile, "I know but you love me." I hugged him, grinning and thinking about how perfect we are. Two weird people being who they are.

"That I do, nothing can change it," He chuckled. I put my leg down and pecked his lips, smiling as the warm water continued running down our bodies.

"We need to do a few things today, babe. Let's get out and get those done," I murmur.

Our lives were building up to the perfect moment. In around forty weeks, the house should be either done or close to done; little did we know there's a little surprise on the way to be there with us. I smiled to myself knowing we were perfect and nothing needed changing.