All I Want

One night...

There were few times that one could catch that look upon Keats' face. The one in which his lips were pressed together to make a soft 'oh' sort of motion. Yes- the look of surprise. As Ellen pulled back from the kiss, he looked at her momentarily with this very look before seeming to pause. For the moment, she felt she had done something wrong which caused a tight feeling to rise up within her stomach.

But, no- there was nothing wrong.

His hand was upon her cheek soon after the pause, sliding his free hand around her waist to press up against the small of her back. With this, he pulled her forward and up against him to take her lips with his own. He coaxed her lips open, despite her shocked state to deepen the kiss. Keats' tongue slid forward, intruding upon her mouth as he roughly massaged it against her smaller one.

All this attention was giving Ellen quite the shock. Oh! What was she supposed to do with her hands?! Her fingers balled up, creating fists before opening them again and repeating the motion. His mouth was so warm against her own and so... delicious. Finally, she decided upon sliding her arms up to wrap around his shoulders. She hooked her hands together behind his neck as she tilted her head and deepened the passionate kiss.

Keats took the return of the kiss as a sort of 'go ahead' sign. He pulled back from the kiss, breaking it momentarily as his arms slid away from her body only to return. Placing an arm behind the back of her knees and back, he soon swooped her up within his arms.

This motioned cause a light squeak from Ellen, clinging to his form as he held her up. Never had she been taken up into another's arms like this before and honestly, it felt like one of those old movies. Or at least one of those cheap romance movies. Either way, though she would never admit it to anybody else, the motion felt delightful. She had been so lost within her thought though that she was caught off guard when her form was suddenly set down upon a soft surface that gave to her weight a bit.

A bed? Blinking, Ellen looked up at Keats who was returning the gaze and for that moment... she felt as though she were going to melt.

"Keats, I ahn... Do you want-"

"You? Why, yes, I must say that I do." His lips curled up within a grin, leaning forward and taking her lips with his own in a sweet kiss. This one didn't last too quickly before he was looking over her form, "Can I make love with you, Ellen?"

"Ah, you really know how to make me feel nervous." Indeed, she felt her toes curl up within the slippers that had replaced the original shoes she came in with. She had removed her grip on him so that she could support herself on the bed, emerald eyes never removing from his gaze despite her shyness. "Keats... even if it is just a lie to get me in this moment- do you love me?"

She was silly but she wasn't totally stupid to the world around here. Men tended to tell lies of love just to get a girl to sleep with them. Even if it wasn't true, she wanted him to say it.

Keats seemed taken back by this, pressing his brows together before reaching up and removing his glasses, "Ellen..." He could see perfectly fine without them but preferred to have the accessory just for looks. There was a pause, and he saw those green eyes bubble up as tears were soon to pour out if he were to say the wrong thing. "Don't you know me better than that? If that were my intention, I would've already have done it by now. I've loved you since the first day I laid my eyes upon you and I'll be damned if you think that is a lie."

At those words, she couldn't help the tears that dribbled down her cheeks. They never made it to her jaw though as his hands were soon against her face to wipe away the moisture. She felt her bottom lip tremble some as she pushed her up and off of the bed, "I- I'm sorry." With that, she was rushing out of the room with her hand rubbing against her face.

She had almost made it before he had caught her wrist between his fingers, pulling her up against him once more and tilting her head up to make her look at him. "You've run from me in so many ways but not now. Not ever again."

This time, as their lips clashed together there was no nervousness and no clumsy fingers trying to find a resting spot. Though he had confessed so much, he needed not to hear it from her own mouth as her eyes told him everything he would ever need to know. Clothes were fumbled about, seeming as though everything was too complicated to remove as they kissed.

When Ellen was laid back down upon that bed, her dress had been removed and she was left merely in her bra and panties. She felt rather vulnerable for the moment without his body heat as he shuffled out of his suit pants. Soon, though, she was able to wrap her arms around his shoulders again as he lowered himself down upon her. She felt her head buzzing from the sudden pace of her heart picking up, taking in quick breaths between their kisses.

Leaning back up a moment though, Keats looked down at his soon to be lover with a soft smile. "Now, this isn't fair. I'm all sort of nude and you've still got some left on." He teased softly, leaning down to nip at the sensitive flesh of her neck.

However, as he spoke those words, she slid her hands against his chest and gave him a slight push off of her. Despite his questioning looks, she moved to get up off of the bed and stand at the foot to look down at him as he shifted a bit to lay back. She couldn't help but feel giddy, slowly allowing her hands to slid behind her back as she unclasped the bra but held it on to tease him a bit.

"You know, for the life of me I will always be amazing at how easily women can simply bend their arms behind their backs and unclasp a bra."

"We're magical creatures. More so than the fairies. Now.. don't watch."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Taking in a sharp breath, she allowed the material to fall from her form and onto the floor. She suddenly felt incredibly shy with the other's gaze upon her as she leaned down and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Sliding the material down, Ellen soon stepped out of it before crawling forward upon the bed.

Keats was quite impressed with this sudden show of bravery, always finding that Ellen had a few surprises behind her back. As she crawled towards him, he moved to lay her back onto the bed. Once she was down again, he began to shower her bare form with kisses. As he lowered his lips to her breasts, he felt her hands move to his hair in approval.

Soft gasps were falling from her lips from his attention, unsure as to the last time she allowed another to love her body as such. She couldn't help but allow her toes to curl, tugging him back up to meet her lips. As she did so, she slid her legs apart to allow him to rest between them which seemed to meet his approval as their kiss deepened.

Hesitantly, he pulled away from her sweet mouth to look down upon her face. She was such a beautiful and elegant creature to her especially in such a time as this. Her blond hair was messy, her lips were puffy from their kissing, and she held an adorable blush across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. "Are.. you ready?" The quick nod that followed gave him the approval and he positioned himself before pressing inside of her.

She gasped then, feeling him press inside of her body and fill her completely. Her lips remained parted gently, gripping at his heated flesh with her fingertips as he nails lightly dug into his skin. Though there was slight uncomfortable, it felt wonderful to finally have him inside of her.

Keats waited a few moments against her, pressing his face again the crook of her neck and sucking softly at the flesh there. He rolled the skin against his tongue, drawing the blood to the skin's surface to creating a mark that she would have for a few days. It was almost as though he were marking her as his own. The moment the spot was created, he pulled his head back and met her lips with his own before beginning to pull out of her slowly only to thrust back in.

By the time he began to move in and out of her, she was beginning to feel the bliss of having this moment with him. She was clinging to him as if he were going to leave her, pushing up against him to meet his thrusts eagerly as sweet moans flooded from her lips. As she urged him, he was ready to comply and began to move at quicker pace as sweat began to form on their naked bodies.

The more he continued into her, the more eager she was to show her appreciation to him through her voice. "Ahn, Keats! Yes... please don't stop!" Her voice only drove him, deep moans rumbling from deep within his throat as he pushed himself up onto his hands to support his body on his arms. He looked down at her as he thrust into her, feeling a familiar tight warmth building up.

Ellen seemed to be feeling the same, her nails digging more into his flesh as she bucked up against him. After a few more thrusts, her eyes suddenly snapped widely open as she gasped. As her orgasm rolled through her body, she couldn't seem to find her voice properly as all that came out was a slight squeak.

The moment he felt her muscles tighten around his length inside of her, he groaned lowly and couldn't keep himself from releasing as his own climax rumbled through his body. Still, he weakly thrust into her as he rolled out the waves of pleasure that washed through his form. Leaning forward, he panted lightly as he placed soft kisses against her lips. After a few moments, he rolled off of her form only to pull her up against him.

"Keats... I love you too." She reached over to grab the blanket and pull the material up over their forms. After this was complete, she moved forward back to his torso and got comfortable up against his chest.

"I know. Now you can't hide from me anymore."

With those last words, Ellen couldn't help but smile as she began to drift off into a much earned sleep. She wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring nor what would happen years for now but, for this moment- she was truly happy.

I need you.


*Its a bit lame, yes- I know. Its like.. five in the morning- gimme a break. XD Try to enjoy the mushy lameness~