Fight for me...

"When I grow up, I'm gonna marry you."

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You stood there before me, your eyes inviting, yet hesitant. You watched me watch you as you slowly untied the halter straps, letting it fall around your feet in a rustle of silk.

I couldn't move. I was struck in awe with your beauty, your skin pale in the light of the moon streaming through the window. Your breasts like small globes, yearning to be touched. Your slim waist flaring into firm hips.

You watch me take a tentative step closer. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself. I can almost see the goosebumps across your skin.

"Is this what you want?" I softly asked, my eyes never leaving yours.

You looked away and walked towards my bed, your long hair down your back swaying with each decisive step. I grabbed your arm to stop you, your skin like silky fire to my touch. You turned towards me. With a sigh, you gently rested your head on my shoulder. Your hands began caressing my chest through my shirt. Oh, how I yearned to feel your bare skin against mine!

You slowly raise your head to look at me, your eyes filled with longing. I let you wrap your arms around my neck as you press your soft body against hardness. You lift your face. With our lips almost touching, I could almost taste you. Your breath, your scent, your skin -- almost maddening, overpowering!

"Touch me," your voice begged against my lips.

I curse myself for my weakness as I wrapped my arms around your body. I let my fingers trail down your spine as my lips pressed hard against yours. As my hands caressed and gently squeezed your firm buttocks, you slowly undid my buttons. With a groan and summoning the will power of ten men, I grasped your wrists to my chest.

"Is this what you want?" I asked as I nuzzled against your neck.

"Take me," I heard you whisper.

You led me to my bed, your gaze never leaving my face. You laid on you back in the middle of the mattress and watched me in silent anticipation.

You don't know how I've waited for this moment for years. The moment to have you, with me, body and soul, heart and mind. You don't know how I longed to touch you, to feel you, and be with you, to give you all of my being. I long to bury myself in you, to feel you around me, to savor the warmth of your embrace, to let myself get lost in your depths.

With a ragged breath, I slid next to you. Your mouth eagerly found mine, your tongue tasting, demanding. Your hand guided mine to cup your firm breast. You moaned and bit my lower lip when I pinched and rolled your nipple between my fingers. But I let your hand lead mine to your stomach, moving lower. I let your hand lead my head so I could suckle on your breasts. I heard you gasp when my fingers found your moist core.

"Take me," you whispered again, breathless.

With a trail of wet kisses, my mouth moved down your navel, tasting, savoring, as my finger gently rubbed your clit. You spread your legs wider in surrender. Your back arched, your fingers clawing at my shirt.

"Please... please..." you begged.

My tongue found your sensitive clit. I sucked on it gently as my fingers parted your pussy lips. I heard you moan, felt you grip my hair.

"Please, Scott..." you whimpered as I slowly pushed my middle and forefinger inside you. I slowly pulled them out again as I let my teeth graze your nub. Your nails dug on my shoulders when I pushed my fingers in again. Careful not to hurt you, I pushed my fingers as deep as it could, curling it inside your flesh, caressing the warm and moist spot.

You whispered my name over and over when I began pushing my fingers in and out your folds, moving faster and faster. I felt your hips move to meet and grind against my hand. I let my tongue harden to replace my fingers inside you, pushing it in and out. I kept thumbing your clit as your hips bucked wildly against my mouth.

Then I felt your body quiver in ecstasy, your sweet juices flowing warm on my tongue. I lapped on it hungrily.

You pulled me again, kissing me deep and hard on my mouth. I shared your taste with you as you reached down to undo my pants.

But I pulled my head away and held on your hands, forcing them to become still.

"No, my darling Veronica," I said as I stared at your beautiful face. "Tonight is not yet your wedding night."

A single tear rolled down your cheek. I kissed it away. I pulled a blanket around your naked body and gathered you in my arms. With a final kiss, I rubbed your back until you fell into a deep sleep.

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You looked ethereal as you stood at the threshold of the church. Standing there in your mother's wedding dress, not even your veil can keep your beauty from shining through. As I watched you wait for your new life to begin, your hand on your father's arm, I could hardly breathe.

The vivid images of our past came back to me, as if a dam has been opened to flood my mind with memories.

"When I grow up, I'm gonna marry you," your eight year old voice had told me.

"Oohh, that Alex is cute!" your gushed to me. We were 14. I saw myself stare at you incredulously.

"Mark is a jerk! Good riddance!" you slurred after our eighth bottle of beer. That was my 21st birthday.

"Veronica, this is my girlfriend Maia," I said to you three years ago. I ignored the pain in your eyes.

"Fight for me," you sobbed on my chest two months ago. I couldn't bear to look at your tear-streaked face.

As I watched you walk down that aisle, the pain in my chest intensified. You are my best friend. You will always be my best friend. We've been through a lot, and I still can't believe that this is where we ended up. As you walked down that aisle, I know your eyes are searching for mine.

Silently, I let myself out of that church. I cannot bear to see your father give you away to another man.

Silently, I pray that he will love you more than I do.

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Author's Notes: Yep, this is all RVP's fault! Oh, and Alekzandreia's too! But unlike my soul siblings, I'm keeping my characters alive. Don't know what I'm talking about? Read Love and Grief by alekzandreia, Waiting in the Rain by Robin Van Persie, and his blog post For You. IamAmber also wrote her own contribution to the "Lost Loves" theme with Too Late to Apologize.