forum Blood Oath (O/O CLOSED)

Started February 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Exactly,” I laughed, “So why don’t you wear some today? I’ll even wear one of those village-girl floral dresses. We’ll be a quaint couple~”

I sighed, though a smile made its way to my lips. “Okay,” I agreed, shaking my head. “Just so you know, I’m clueless about these things, so be a good girlfriend and help me out. And yes, there are things even I can’t do.”

My gasp was loud, theatric, and very exaggerated. “What? How is that possible?”

“Don’t make me drop you,” I warned her, my eyes narrowing. “I may be terrible in picking clothes, but there’s nothing I don’t look good in.”

“You’re humble, too.” I pressed a kiss to his temple. “But yes, I agree.”

I snorted, continuing to walk towards the shop she had pointed at earlier.

“Humble?” I repeated in amusement.

“I was being sarcastic,” I teased, hopping down from his back and pulling him inside the shop.

I rolled my eyes. “Of course,” I matched my pace with hers, looking around the shop. “How can I be humble?”

I didn’t reply, too busy ruffling through a rack of dresses. “Hey, C—Noah? Do I look better in pink or blue?”

“You’ll look good in anything, Isabella,” I replied, leaning against a wall, watching her browse through dresses. “So I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Blue,” I decided finally, holding out a flowy garment the same shade as the sky. “I’ll be right back.”

Slipping off to the changeroom, I slipped into the dress as quickly as I could, impatient for my boyfriend to see it. We’d never done this before… and he’d never seen me in a dress.

I was waiting for her outside the dressing room, finding myself to be impatient. I’d never seen her in dresses, much less any feminine clothes. I was nervous—she would look far too beautiful for her own good, I knew it.

Then she came out and I felt my breath get knocked out of my lungs. I was wrong. Beautiful wasn’t even the word to describe the way she looked. I turned away, covering my face with my hands, feeling it heat up. Of course that was all it took to get me flustered.

I was far more determined to lift the ban. If I did… she would be free. I could see her more like this.

My face flooded with heat, and I angled it away, biting my lip as I came forward. “Do I look okay?” I murmured, suddenly very shy about the fact that the garment clung tightly to each of my curves. And without my binder, which I’d removed in the changeroom….

“Ah, shit,” I swallowed thickly, shaking my head, feeling the tip of my ears turning pink. She didn’t have her binder on. The dress fit snugly on her. She looked heavenly. “Give—give me a moment, okay?” I was going to die.

I wrapped my arms around my waist, suddenly extremely self conscious. Did he think it was ugly on me? “If—If it looks that bad, I can change? Into something nicer?

Before I could respond, there was a snort from our side.

“Sweetheart, he’s practically red in the face,” a woman crooned. “You’re going to need to give your boyfriend some time to collect himself. You are beautiful—of course he’s going to react like this.”

I didn’t think it was possible for me to be this flustered.

I flushed bright red.

“O-Oh. Um—I can—step back?” My hands flew up to hide my blushing cheeks.

The woman chuckled before she walked away, leaving us to ourselves. I immediately turned around to grab Elle’s wrist, pulling her inside the changeroom and drawing the curtains.

“The illusion,” I found myself saying to her. “Remove it.”

My eyes widened in surprise—what was he doing? We were pressed together in the small space, hidden behind the curtain… my cheeks went even redder than before.

But I did as he instructed, for the most part, at least. I let the red bleed from my curls, but left them as long as they’d been a few months ago. “Like this?”

I shook my head, heart hammering wildly.

“All of it,” I said in a hard tone. “Be Elle. The hair, the eyes, the cheekbones, remove every little illusion you’ve cast over yourself.”

My heart lodged firmly in my throat as I did so, allowing the illusion of the beautiful girl to slip away until… I was just me. Plain, boyish Elle, with short hair and dull eyes. “Are you sure?”

The second the illusion slipped away, my eyes went glassy. I blinked, looking at her from head to toe. Her beautiful self. Her as Elle. Those soft, small curls, her warm eyes.

I responded by slamming my lips on hers, cupping her cheeks gently, eyes squeezed shut.

“As I thought…” I murmured shakily, opening my eyes to look into hers. “No matter what illusion you put up, no matter how much you change yourself… I will always prefer this over anything, because this is beautiful to me.”

My body went slack against his.

“C-Colton—“ I stammered, the soft breath parting my already swollen lips. “Do I—I do really look th-that good?”

If I hadn’t already been gripping his firm biceps, I would lying in a crumpled heap at his feet, too dizzy from the sudden rush of adrenaline to stand. How on earth had he managed to reduce me to this in a matter of seconds?

“Are you seriously asking me that question?” I growled out, squeezing my eyes shut, breathing heavily. “You look heavenly. You look like a freaking goddess. God, words can’t describe just how breathtaking you look right now.”

I slid my arms around his strong torso, shutting my eyes and letting the illusion fall away from his face as well. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I did so, and all because he’d pulled me behind a closed curtain to kiss me… God, this man was going to be the death of me.

“Breathtaking enough to kiss?”

I released another harsh breath before pushing her against the wall of the room, letting my hands cup her cheeks, my thumb on her mouth.

“Again, and again and again,” I whispered in reply. “Breathtaking enough that I want to kiss you every time my eyes land on you.”

I kissed the pad of his thumb and looked up at him through lowered lashes. Could he see what he was doing to me?

“Then show me…”

“Ah, you’re going to be the death of me,” I managed to whisper right as I captured her lips with my own, pressing against her. I wanted to go slow, but control was slipping away. It was her doing. It was always her. Did she realize what her tiny gestures did to me? Did she realize just how far I was wrapped around her finger?

I gathered fistfuls of his shirt into my hands, trembling as we came together, quivering when we pulled apart. I raised my lips to his again and again, dizzy from the lack of oxygen but not bothering to care, because he was all that mattered. The fact that he preferred me over the beautiful guise I’d created for myself. His strong arms encircling me, his mouth claiming mine. What was oxygen compared to all that?

“I love you,” I whispered against her lips before I pulled apart, trailing kisses down her jaw. My numb mouth pressed against her hot skin as I kissed it, making sure not to leave any marks. At the same time, I was adamant about leaving pleasure. I wouldn’t go far, but I wanted her to feel, to know, to understand just how wild she drove me. “So, so much. I love your hazel eyes, the way they shine whenever you’re happy. I love your blonde curls and the way they frame your face. I love those freckles on your face and god I could kiss them all day, every day because they just add to your beauty. I adore your laughter, a sound far more beautiful than any music, be it out of the mouth of a talented singer, or an instrument. I love each and every small detail about you and there’s no way I would have you change them for any reason.”