Barbie

My hope of ever getting away from Razor alive and whole was less substantial than a high summer breeze when I heard those other bikes closing in on us. But the very next second a calm and beautiful voice told me to hope hard. That my shit life was about to end once and for all in the best way possible.

Then I heard him call my name and saw his face and I knew the voice was telling me the truth.

Ice came after me. Against all hope, against all that seemed impossible, he found me and he saved me, and right now, as I sit beside him in the warm sand watching the sun rise over the ocean, memories of my shit life before we met are already fading like a bad nightmare.

He’s wearing the other half of the necklace I forced him to take that night when he wouldn’t tell me he loved me. I saw it gleaming in the moonlight as he snatched me off Razor’s bike and saved me for the second time. I didn’t even need to hear him say, “I love you”, after that. I already knew it. But it felt amazing hearing it too.

We rode all night to get here.

He wanted to stop and let me rest, but I insisted we keep going. I don’t need rest, I just need him. I need him holding me just like this, letting me lean on him, I need him keeping his promises to me, and I need him loving me. Because he’s the one I’ve been searching for my whole life and I’ve finally found him.

“I didn’t think you’d come after me,” I say and press even closer to him. “I hoped you would, sure, I hoped for that very much, but I didn’t think it was possible. I guess you coming after me just proves my point some more, though.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders tighter and pulls me even closer, chuckling. “And which point is that, Barbie?”

He’s referring to the fact that I talk a lot. And I do.

“The point that me and you were destined to find each other. We were meant to meet when I first came to your town, but you had just left,” I tell him. “It was fate then, we just got interrupted. But it was always fate, so we got another chance now.”

The first time I told him this it annoyed him, though that was before he told me he loved me. But I’m still kinda expecting a similar response now, which doesn’t matter, because I know it’s the truth.

“You might be right, who knows?” he says instead. “But what I do know is that from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me. It just took me a long time to catch up to that knowing.”

“Better late than never,” I say, and that’s the truth too.

“And speaking of doing the impossible, you did that for me too,” he says. “I was sure I’d never love anything or anyone again, and that I’d never have a family again. Hell, I even figured I wouldn’t live much longer.”

I gasp and look at him in shock, because he sounded so cold and my heart started racing in absolute terror when he mentioned dying. But his eyes are showing me glorious spring as he smiles and grips me even tighter.

“You changed all that,” he says. “And now I hope to live to a ripe old age. With you by my side.”

“Good,” I whisper, getting lost in his eyes, which are showing me nothing but love and truth and devotion that’s beyond anything mere words can do justice to.

“I wish I realized all that before. Then things would’ve played out differently,” he adds.

“How so?” I ask, but I already know it from that gleam in his eyes. He wants me like no man has ever wanted me before, and he could never hide that from me, not even when he was being all quiet and standoffish in the beginning. Maybe that’s why I knew right from the start that we were meant to be together.

“Well, for one thing, your face wouldn’t be all banged up again and we could do more than sit here and hold each other,” he says with a wide grin on his face.

“We can do more than sit here,” I say and smile seductively, though I don’t know if that’s how it looks with all the cuts and bruises on my face.

But his soft warm eyes are telling me it looks just fine, just perfect. And I’m not just saying it either, I already hardly feel any pain, and it would go away completely if he kissed me and laid me down on this sand then took me like only he can.

He just smiles wider and kisses the top of my head instead of my lips “We’ve got plenty of time for that. This is nice too.”

And he’s not wrong about that. This is just about as perfect as things can get.

“What’s next for us?” I ask.

“Once you’re done looking at the ocean, I’ll take you home,” he says like it’s the most logical thing in the world. “And then we’ll see. We can pretty much do anything we want now.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say and lean against him again, my eyes closing, since I am sleepy, but I want to stay awake.

“But before all that, we could go get me that matching tattoo you wanted me to get,” he says and I’m suddenly not sleepy at all anymore.

“You know, the missing part of your heart?” he adds, since maybe my whole body melting in sweet love and utter surprise that he remembered this one little thing must be making my face look like I have no idea what he’s talking about.

But I know exactly what tattoo he’s talking about. And I don’t know what it feels like to get proposed to by the love of your life, but I’m sure this is better.

Sleep is the last thing on my mind, and my heart is racing again, but to a happy beat this time.

“Let’s go do that right now,” I say and move out of his arms, then think better of it as soon as our faces are level.

I kiss him instead of standing up, and nothing compares to that kiss. Not all the stars in the night sky, not the most gorgeous sunrises all happening at once, not thousands of butterflies flapping their gorgeous wings around us at the same time. The sweetness of it, the rightness and belonging erase all pain, past, present and future too.

And it gets even better as his hands slide under my shirt pushing it up as they do. The touch of his skin against my skin is electric, and I’m already tugging up his t-shirt so I can feel more of it. By then we both know where this is heading, and he does nothing to try and stop that runaway train of our passion from pulling into the station.

He lays me down on my back in the soft sand, kissing his way down my neck, only pausing long enough to remove my bra when his lips reach it. Then his lips are on my nipples, and the soft flesh of my breasts, my neck and my stomach, and his kisses feel like thousands of butterflies are landing on my naked skin, caressing me with their delicate wings.

Before I know it, I’m completely naked, his butterfly kisses travelling down my legs and back up again. If I had any last doubts that he loves every single inch of me, they’re completely erased once his lips find mine again, as his warm cock pulses against my clit.

He gives it to me slowly, staring deep into my eyes, my face reflected perfectly amid all the wild spring beauty in his. My moan is as never ending as the pleasure he’s giving me. I want more, I want it all, but he pulls out and starts entering me again.

He does that again and again, until my moan becomes interlaced with gasps and whimpers as the sea inside me sends ever bigger waves of pleasure and bliss through my blood into every last part of my body.

The butterflies are within me now, caressing me from the inside as they did on the outside before. I feel like a virgin taken by the man of her dreams for the first time, and that’s not just a wish right now, it’s a fact, it’s pure truth. I was a virgin until I gave myself to him, until he took me, because no one, absolutely no one, can make love to me in the perfect way he does, the way he’s doing right now, the way he always will.

And I need more.

So I grip his hips and pull him closer, let more of him into me. He groans as I whimper, picking up his pace, entering me deeper, because this love we share, this passion we have for each other, this need of ours to be one, is out of our hands. It’s fate. It’s destiny and it’s divine.

The waves of pleasure overflow inside me once he’s buried in me all the way, filling me with his seed, giving me his orgasm, as I give him mine.

This is how it was always meant to be and now it finally can be. The time we spent apart, all those long years we searched for each other in vain are already melting away into nothing.

Me and him kissing and making love is fate, and there is no one and nothing that will convince me otherwise. My heart and my soul are his and his are mine. And that’s how it will stay until we travel down the last road we’re meant to ride. And beyond that too, I’m sure.