Soulmate and fairytale

Fiona's pov:-

Everyone knew me as a kind, sweet, and fainthearted girl but he was the only person who could challenge me and I would show my courage to him. Somewhere I always loved to do silly fights with him, where I was afraid of the whole world, I wasn't scared of him.

The day he saved me from some jerks, I started dreaming of him and he was my prince charming. With him, everything seemed perfect, the silly fights, the romantic and cheesy talks, the first kiss, and then the night that I finally spent with him after getting drunk in Singapore. It was a different pain that I couldn't remember that night completely.

The Sun was already up in the sky and I was playing with the curves of his tattoos. Between the dragons and anime tattoos, some words were written in a secretive way in cursive. TE QUIERO!

I searched on the internet for the meaning of these words and the result made me smile. It was a Spanish sentence that meant I love you, I was sure that it wasn't designed for me, it was probably for his ex.

In the beginning, the things related to his ex bothered me a lot but as I started trying to understand him, the things sorted out spontaneously. I didn't have to worry about his ex when I was the person to whom his heart belonged.

Sometimes someone loves you, understands you so much that all your insecurities and jealousy go away from your heart when your souls are connected and you can feel it strongly in your heart. It was a soulmate thing and he was like a daydream. How I got lucky to have that fairytale and soulmate dream come true with this perfect man!

His arm was circled on my belly and he hugged me like a baby. I smiled at his cuteness, the whole night he teased me but I didn't give in to his seduction. In the end, we slept after cuddling and binge-watching Netflix.

I kissed each letter of his tattoo and rested my head on his bare chest. I loved sleeping with him, not in that way but I liked seeing his face beside me when I sleep and wake up. The way he keeps pulling me closer until I lay my body on him overwhelms me each time. I loved listening to his heartbeat whenever he made me sleep on his chest and smiled like a baby smiles when he gets what he wants.

Everyone had seen his tough side but I've watched his cute side and I loved seeing him acting so cute and cheesy. I learned flirting from him, whenever I remember how he used to talk to me and poke fun at me before we started dating, it makes me feel so happy to see the changes in him and that too, without even asking for it.

A man starts changing himself when he falls in love. George, whom I knew before, was a completely different person than I got as a boyfriend.

He used to ask me out in a mocking way just for a one-night stand but when we started dating, he always made me feel comfortable and didn't even try to get physical with me, he had waited so patiently for it until I made the first move that night. George had always made efforts to make me feel that I was special and the only one who could see that side of him.

I moved to his lips and stared at it like I was starving to taste it so slowly, I closed the distance between our lips and devoured the sugary taste of his lips. Giving him a forehead kiss, I started crawling out of the bed sheepishly, trying not to wake him up.

"Uh-huh! You can't leave me alone in bed every time." He murmured and pulled me closer by grabbing my wrist and my hands fell on his chest. Before I could respond, I felt that our lips were stuck with each other's and he started smooching my lips passionately. I gave in this time, how could I resist this sexy man for a long time?

"So not in punishment mode anymore?" He asked while shifting a strand of my hair behind my ear. I knew it was his favorite hobby to always tuck a curly lock of my hair behind my ear.

I wasn't gonna answer that easily. "You weren't sleeping, were you?"

"You should be grateful to me that I wasn't, didn't one of your romantic moments come true?" He winked at me, again giving me the experience of electricity shocks by his sensual touches on my belly.

"What? What was romantic about that?" I managed to retort with closed eyes, suppressing a moan.

"In the movies and novels, when a girl gives her boyfriend a morning kiss in the bed, somewhere she expects that he will wake up and pull him again in the bed and kiss her hard. And that's what happens in the movies, too. Now don't lie that you didn't know about it." He narrowed his eyes on me and placed me on the next side of him so now he was towering over me.

His chocolaty eyes told me what he wanted and I didn't close my eyes so he could see the same things in my eyes. "I always kissed you in the morning whenever we slept together but you didn't wake up before so why would I expect this time?"

He kissed the tip of my nose and rested his head on my forehead. "Because the other times, I was sleeping so peacefully with you but this time, you gave lingering kisses on my tattoos so I woke up and I'm cherishing the best day of my life, worshipping my girlfriend." As soon as he finished his words, his mouth found mine and licked my lips.

I smacked out my tongue to meet his and slowly we caught a rhythm and our tongues danced with each other and explored every corner of each other's mouth. His hands found the hook of my bra and soon it was off my body. We always slept like that, he, in just his boxer and I, in my bra and panties. He made this rule the night he slept in my room in Singapore though he controlled himself every night because I wasn't ready for that.

"Wait…! I...haven't brushed...yet." I managed to speak after sharing a demanding kiss with him. I tried to push him away as I got reminded that I had a very bad breathing smell in the morning.

"Please, don't go!" He pleaded with his eyes and held my hand in his. "You are in my home, my bedroom, my bed. I have fantasized about my future with you here, you'll wake up in the morning and I'll prepare coffee for you. Our cute baby will be sleeping in the bed and we'll do our romance in the morning. Hearing your loud moans, she'll wake up and we'll run into the bathroom to finish our unfinished business." A smirk played on his lips.

"I've waited for a very long time to bring you home and sleep with you in my bed. And when I know that you are ready now, I don't want to wait anymore so please, let me give you the pleasure that you made me experience that night," he kept stroking my skin under his thumbs, his gaze locked with mine.

Deep down, I was nervous because I had read on the internet that it gives you pain so I was scared of the pain but it wasn't like I didn't want it. I was as reckless as him so I got drunk and the alcohol filled the courage in my body.

"How did I give you the pleasure that night?" The alcohol ruled over my head so I couldn't remember the things thoroughly. All I knew was that we lost our virginity that night, the other scenes were blurred in my mind where he was kissing my nude back and nibbling on my nipple.

"Don't tell me that you don't remember what you did that night!" His eyes were getting a shed darker than it already was.

I shook my head as no and his eyes widened and eyebrows raised. "Are you kidding me? You don't remember that beautiful night. You know, that's why I was saying no to you but you were too drunk to listen to me." He slept on his side of the bed and pulled me closer to sleep on him.

Not to forget, the only cloth that was hiding my womanhood was my panties. I was feeling too shy to meet his gaze so I wrapped my arm around his chest and buried my face in the crook of his neck. When I was moving a little to hug him properly, my leg came into contact with his grown bulge and he cursed under his breath.

Being that close to me was already torture for him and in that awkward moment, I started giggling without thinking anything.

"Don't you think that you are being so naughty and shameless with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows, licking his lips and biting on his lower lip while tracing my back with his finger. "Well, I have something that you should watch." He took his phone from the table beside the bed. "Drunk Ana is my new favorite version of my girlfriend."

Was it me who was dancing like a maniac in the streets of Singapore?