An Olive and Fletcher Fanfiction
I do not own A.N.T. Farm
Summary: The mind is a powerful thing.
I know that no matter what I'd remember this, but I took extra care to remember this night. How could I not. It was beautiful. I had nothing but the light of the gray sky and the sound of the waves hitting the sand beneath this beach house to mingle with the sounds of our love.
I lay beneath Fletcher as I allowed his to follow through with a promise he'd made not too long ago. He trailed his lips over every inch of my body, skipping one particular spot as he continued on along my thighs. I released a soft whimper.
I couldn't stop trembling as he trailed back up my legs and to that special place. I let my legs slip apart even further and he took this as a green light. He ran hit tongue slowly up my folds before settling on the small bud above my opening. I threw my head back and let out a small scream.
He continued this dance before inserting his fingers to prepare me for him. Tonight was about me, he said, so I'll be sure to relish every second of it.
Soon enough I came undone for him, but I knew it was far from over. He kissed his way back up to my lips. I tasted sweetness on his lips.
"I love you," he said. A tear slid down my cheek. With this, he pushed into me.
The pain wasn't as much as I expected, but I guess I was relaxed when he began, so I was able to enjoy it so much more.
I remember each motion. I remember each twitch. I remember each gasp, cry, and groan. I remember it all. But what I remember most? The feeling of him filling me with his life. I remember all the scratches I put on his back. I remember how tightly I was wrapped around him. I remember how deeply his fingers dug into my hips. I remember the final kiss of that night. I remember waking up to the sun beaming in on his eyes smiling down at me. Yes, my memory is the greatest gift I've ever gotten next to the man who was now holding the most beautiful little girl I'd ever set eyes on.