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They forgot their towels as Henrik stepped out of the shower and pulled her with him, lifting her up into his arms like a baby as he did so. Violet’s own arms wrapped around his neck, and she smiled at him as he bent down to leave the bathroom and carried her down the hall. He paused in his steps, though, as he reached her bedroom door, and she looked inside.

Oh, right. The bed. The double bed.

“Can you believe we used to share that?” Violet commented before looking back to Henrik. “I mean, I know you were two feet shorter and half the muscle, but we used to sleep in the middle of that.”

“I always dreamed about fuckin’ you in that bed,” Henrik muttered, and shook his head slightly. “Pretty sure I would break it if I tried.”

“We could always have sex on my mom’s—” She cut herself off at the thought and shook her head. It was a perfectly fine mattress, and the main bedroom was going to be their’s in a few days, once they finished moving things around and figuring out what to do with her mom’s stuff, but with her mom’s things in the room and her mom’s quilt on the bed, something about it just didn’t feel right. “Well, crap. You could fuck me bending over the edge of my bed?”

Henrik shook his head before heading down the hallway, and down the stairs. She had no idea what exactly he had in mind, but he seemed to have a path set in front of him, and well, she was in his arms. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice.

“Are you aware of how hot you are right now?” Henrik asked, his voice a low murmur. He also seemed to be struggling with his actual words, and if she had to guess, she would guess that his teeth were elongated at the moment.

“I am your soulmate. I’m pretty sure you’re genetically required to find me attractive,” Violet said with a roll of her eyes, despite knowing how very very true it was, regardless of his own attraction to her.

“I mean temperature hot, Little Witch. Feels like your skin is burnin’ up.”

Was it? Was she hot? She didn’t feel like she was hot. Just a little warm, perhaps, like all of the fire inside of her was rumbling and yearning to be free, but no part of her actually felt feverish.

Scratch that, now that she was thinking about it, she actually did feel a little...oh. She felt on fire, and not in a way she would have expected. Normally, when her powers were flaring up, it felt like everything in her was bursting out, flaming, shooting from her skin. Right now, however, it felt like the fire was within her, ready to just... seep into the nearest surface.

“I think my body is telling me to consummate our bond,” Violet said as he reached the bottom step and walked into the living room. She turned her head to see the fireplace catch, not a large burst like normal, but almost as though the fire had spread across and caught, like a wave rather than a bomb.

Good. She liked that. Liked that, rather than exploding, it was like a slow spread. She could work with that.

Henrik set her on the couch but didn’t do anything more to her, instead picking up the coffee table and moving it out of the way. When he returned, he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and spread it over the rug in the middle of the living room, then left again to head up the stairs, leaving Violet shivering on the couch.

A few minutes later, she had the fire roaring and heating the space, while he had multiple blankets spread out.

“It’s not a bed like I would’ve wanted, but I don’t think I can break the floor.”

“It’s perfect,” Violet said as she approached him, and reached out her hand. “Are we finally going to have sex now?”

Henrik nodded, almost shyly, and she could see him right then, the dorky boy he had been so many years before. His shoulder hung slightly, almost like he was embarrassed, and she smiled at him, smiled as she took him in.

Her soulmate. Her Henrik.

So many years lost and wasted, almost two decades after confirming what they had known for years...

But they were together again, and that was all that mattered.

“Come here,” Violet said, taking the lead as she moved to the place he had made for them. “Just, lay down with me, like we always have. Don’t think about it too much. Just, let it happen naturally.”

“I’m not worried about it happenin’, Violet. I’m worried I’m gonna break you.”

“What?” she questioned as she sat down, then shifted onto her side as he joined her. “Henrik, my body wasmadeto take yours, literally. And look at me. Look at my curves. Look at my hips and my thighs. Dig your fingers into me. Leave bruises. Twist me and turn me, any way you want. I was made to take you, every inch of you, and—”

Henrik silenced her with a kiss as he laid down beside her, and rolled her flat onto her back. Violet’s legs spread and wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him as close as she could as his weight settled over her. It was perfect and everything, this feeling, and she reached down between them, wanting to stroke his cock, and to lead him home.

She needed him inside of her, immediately. No more waiting, and no more stalling.

“Here,” Henrik offered, and reached down to take himself in hand. “Next time, I’ll take more time.”

“We can have a thousand next times,” she swore, knowing this wouldn’t be the last. “Right, um, okay, right here—”

She tried to guide him home, the pair of them awkwardly working together to place the head of his cock at her entrance, but it felt different, laying on her back, and while she was turned on, she didn’t know how to shift her hips to take him. It was different than anything else, and he, despite being able to find her entrance with his fingers, was struggling to then insert his cock.

They both tried, but failed, for more than a few moments, and while she tried to giggle about it, she also felt awkward. This was their first time, their first time together, and with anyone at all. Fuck. Virginity was such a stupid concept, and this whole lack of knowledge thing was absurd.

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