"Please tell me you believe me." I place more kisses in her hair, desperately wanting to kiss her lips.

"I believe you." My tattered heart beats ten times harder as she pulls away from me with, "I believe you, Boston." Tears rush to my eyes as I look her over. "I love you." I have to swallow hard to keep the waterworks at bay. Fuck. I never cry.

"She came on to me and I didn't reciprocate, I swear. I was telling her I was taken and was in the process of getting her off of me when your brother came out and saw. I promise, it was nothing. I feel nothing for her, felt nothing." I grab her face in my hands, wiping the tears away from her beautiful emerald eyes. "I wouldn't risk losing you. You mean too much."

She looks away from me. "We've only known each other for two months, Boston. This is insane. It's too intense."

"Don't say that. Don't do that." I turn her face, making her look back at me. "Don't make it seem like what we have isn't valid because we haven't been together for an allotted period of time. Sometimes things just click. Some people don't have all the time in the world." I choke back at my admittance.

"I know that but we're young. We don't need to rush everything. We have the rest of our lives, Boston."

However long that is for me is anybody's guess...

"Maybe I want to spend the rest of mine with you." I bring my lips to hers and kiss her desperately, trying to convey all the feelings happening inside of me.

I've wanted you since the first day I met you. It didn't take time for me to fall. It's just how it was. Some things are just meant to be.  

She gasps into my mouth as I jerk her body up mine. Her legs wrap around my back as I push her up against the back of the door. Monica's hands thread through my hair as mine paw at her plush backside, as our mouths mingle again. Her tongue and my tongue battle with one another in a sensual dance. The taste of her is something I'd longed for in our time apart. Nearly three weeks without her felt like an eternity.

By the time we break away from our kiss, she's panting breathlessly, staring at me with an intensely lust-filled gaze. She looks so fucking beautiful, so wanton, so in love. She chose me to be so many of her firsts, gave herself to me completely. How I ever got so lucky that she wanted to be mine, continues to want to be mine, I'll never know.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Boston." She places her forehead on mine. "I love you so much."

"Tell me you'll love me like this always." Because I can't stand the thought of losing it now.

"Always."

"Promise me that we will always talk when shit gets tough and that we won't throw what we have away over other people, for other people. Life is too short for that." My life is too short for that.

"I promise, Boston." I rub my nose against hers. "I'm yours and you're mine."

"That's right, baby. We belong to each other." I walk her over to the bed and lie us both on top of it. Her phone is next to her pillow, playing our song. "I'm sorry for the tears." I kiss her cheeks softly, as if I could kiss the redness away. "I'm sorry for the doubt. I should've never gone."

"It's not your fault."

"How'd I get so lucky, huh? Why did fate put you in front of me?" Well, sat her next to me on a park bench.

"I could ask the same question." I inch up her shirt and rub the skin of her stomach softly. Our eyes stay locked as I move down to the waistline of her thin sleep shorts. Mine probe hers, wanting to be with her more intimately. "I want it too. I want to be with you."

"You can even read my mind."

I kiss her tenderly as I pull her shorts down until she takes over, kicking them off. I slip my shoes off with just my feet while simultaneously pulling down my garments, freeing my already hardened length. I sink down in between her legs and tease her wet lips. Since she's already ready for me, I push my full length inside of her with a groan.

My hands roam underneath her tee, until they reach her breasts. I caress them softly, keeping in mind her near three-week old piercings. They're one of her impulses with me. I kiss down her jaw to her other impulse decision with me, her tattoo. It's custom. It's mine. She's mine.

My hips work slowly in time with hers. It's not fast. It's not desperate. It's tender. It shows her exactly what I want to show— that I love her. That I'm not going anywhere, not intentionally, that is. No one could take me away from her, not a person at least.

Her hips work faster against mine and I pick up my pace slightly, giving her the friction she needs. Soon enough she begins trembling in my arms, panting my name repetitively. As she constricts me with her orgasm I let mine take over, orgasming with her. It feels amazing, makes a sense of love and contentment blossom inside of me like I've never felt. It also leaves me a breathless mess of a man as I collapse on top of her.

She runs her hands up and down my back tenderly, humming to herself as she does. She's humming our song. With my head in the crook of her neck I murmur, "I need to tell you something, Monica." Her hand halts it's movements on my skin.

"Okay." She continues her ministrations cautiously. "What do you need to tell me? Is it about the other night?"

"Somewhat."

"Did something else happen with Louisa?"

"No. It's why my dad wanted me there." I pause for a moment, nuzzling deeper into the crook of her neck for some type of solace. "I have a heart condition. I could potentially have a heart attack at any given moment." She freezes and I feel my chest constrict as I continue. "If it happens I'll probably die. Not that that's a guarantee or anything but there's a chance it could happen." There's a chance that I could leave you forever at any moment.

"What?" Her voice is choked and I'm glad I can't see her features. "Boston?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you please look at me?"

  "Honestly? I'd rather not." 

"Boston, please." She sounded more desperate this time.

"I don't want to see that look in your eye that lets me know you now think I'm this weak, fragile thing. I'm not a dead man walking." Well, I kind of am but who really knows with a prognosis like mine.

"Boston, get your face out of my neck right fucking now." With a sigh I do as she says, especially since she used the expletive. "There you are. There's my guy." She mimics my tone because those are words I usually say to her.

"How the tables have turned." She pulls my face to hers and bumps her nose with mine. "Hey hey hey," I reach up and boop her nose like she does to me, "Eskimo kisses are my thing, alright? Identity theft is a serious thing."

"Says the Elvis impersonator."

"Don't pretend you don't like my hunka hunka burnin' love or whatever. You're the one insisting I look like him. I'm starting to think you've acquired some sort of fetish."

"It's a hunk a hunk of burning love. Be grammatically correct if you're going to properly commit identity theft or go into the business of impersonation."

"You ain't nothing but a hound dog, anyway." I roll off of her and to the side. "Here." I pass her the phone that I'd just laid on, the one still playing Elvis music. Somehow, in the midst of our love making, I'd forgotten Elvis was serenading us.

"I like this one." She blushes and goes to shut it off but I grab her hand at stop her.

"Let it play."

"It's corny."

"Yeah, that's par for the course with us, Cherry." I listen to it and recognize it from our wedding. "Hey, fake Elvis sang this one at the wedding."

She turns to face me, "yes, fake Elvis sang this one at our wedding." Her green eyes soften but then turn more serious. "you do realize Elvis died of a heart attack, right?"

"Yes, I'm well aware, Monica. I was on the same tours you were on." She frowns so I reach out to caress her cheek. "The doctors haven't been able to give me a proper prognosis since my defect had been overlooked as a child. Then it came on hard once I reached my teen years. I ended up in the hospital with heart failure that they were luckily able to bring me back from." I caress the scar beneath my shirt, the one that that you can barely see underneath the ink that's there.

"I never even noticed that you have a scar."

"It's a well hidden scar. For good reason too." I tilt her chin up with my finger. "I don't want to be looked at like a broken, defective thing, like there's something wrong with me. I'm just me. I'm still Boston."

"It's why you didn't care if we got married? You didn't think you'd be around a lifetime with me?" Her brow furrows and she looks hurt. "Is that why?"

"No." I give her a peck on the lips. "Not at all. I just figure why wait for things when you can just go for them. If something feels right then why wait? I found my soulmate in you. That's all I needed. I didn't need an amount of time, months or years, or whatever it is that society deems normal, to know that you're the one for me."

"How do you know that though? Like, how can you be so sure?"

I give her a soft, affectionate smile and ask, "how can I not?" She shakes her head and looks up at the ceiling. "What?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"You make it too easy to love you." I can't help but laugh at that. "So, is this heart thing hereditary?"

"Yes."

"So if we ever—" she places a hand on her abdomen.

"There's a chance I could pass it on, yeah. Why do you think I think we should be more careful?" Not that I've given too much pushback to coming directly inside of her, but still. I reach down and caress her wet folds, "this," I push a finger inside of her, feeling our mutual mess, "could have serious consequences." Her eyes flutter as I swirl my digit around her tight hole. "I know we've taken things rather fast but I think we should wait on the whole 'having kids' thing." I press my thumb against her clit.

"I agree." She's barely able to say the words.

"Good." But that doesn't stop me from hitching her leg over my waist and rolling her on top of me.

"I thought you just said—"

"A little late for that today, baby." She cocks a brow before taking me in her hand. Her strokes have me pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

"So big." She raises her hips above me and slowly slides down my length, making us both moan in the process.

"You can take it though." I tug at her shirt. "I want this off." Just as she starts to take it off the door swings open.

"Girl, are you done being a depres—" Marcella's shocked face quickly turns to a smirk. "Purple hair-tie, girl. Pur-ple. Hair-tie." She closes the door and Monica automatically collapses on top of me.

"That was so embarrassing."

"At least you had your shirt on still."

"At least there's that."

A/N:
Happy Saturday!
Sooo Boston finally told Monica.