The Best time of Year

Khalid was a snoopy ole’ bastard, he was difinitley the type of person to think about the randomness shit, like his friends and how they had sex. He was just weird, but he wasn’t thinking about it in a perverted way just…a humorous way. I mean come on! A nun and a fae having sex? They could make a sitcom show with that subject and make millions. It was frekaing hilarious to him to think about some freaky sweet, awkward sex between the both of them. Tristian’s thought on it thought wasn’t too funny to him, it was far too mushy, But when she mentioned Disney porn, he burst out laughing. That described them perfectly “Disney porn…we should market that. We’d make amazing money” People were freaks. He was sure lots of people would watch Disney porn “We can start off taping D’artagnan and Misha secretly”

And then finally…he got sexy time again and this time, he would not be interrupted! He easily followed as she fell back, leaning over her and bracing his hands on either side of her to keep him above her. He brought a hand back to slowly move her down her thigh and met the silky underwear she met. He touched it with his finger tips to feel the fabric and made a pleased sound against her mouth. Nice. Very nice….but it would have to go. He was usually up for foreplay, he loved it, but after not having sex for a long time? Foreplay could wait for the second round. He needed her just as badly as she needed him. He broke the kiss to lean back, hooking his fingers into the underwear she wore and quickly pulled them off, discarding them before leaning back over her again and resuming kissing.

How many shirts and other clothing items had been ripped apart by her? He couldn’t keep count, but every time he discovered a new ruined shirt or pants, he felt very accomplished. He chuckled when she knocked over a lamp with his belt and knew the poor lamp was only the first casualty in their love making the room would suffer through. He had a feeling he’d be paying a very hefty cleaning fee by the time they checked-out. “What an animal” He teased, nipping at her lips and felt some relief to feel his pants loosen as she undid the buttons and lowered the zipper.

He pressed his mouth against the skin of her neck, trailing warm kisses there until he moved down to her collarbone and then the tops of her breasts. The natural beast in him wanted to rip the nightgown off, but he resisted. That would only take up more time, and his pants were halfway off. He just needed to be in her now, he didn’t want to waste any more time then was needed. He glanced up when she spoke and smirked “Well, no need to miss it any longer” He murmured and kissed her lips hungrily, growling deeply “I’ll make sure to make up for all the lost time”

When she pushed down his pants…it was utter relief. He shuddered with anticipation as she brought him closer to her body and after that, it was all downhill. He couldn’t wait another second, it wasn’t physically possible to restrain himself when both of them were bare. With one swift movement he pressed against her and into her warmth, groaning loudly at the feeling and shuddered again. Oh it had been too long…way to long. How had he gone this long without sex with her? He was surprised he hadn’t just woken her up in the middle of the night and had his way with her like a wild man. But at least they had now.

He stayed still for a moment with his forehead leaning against her shoulder, enjoying the simple feeling of her around him. But then the urgency grew within him and he began moving his hips and thrusting inside her, grunting with ever plunge. He may be a sneaky little fae, but oh, he kept his promises that was for sure. He kissed her neck fervently for a while longer before making back to her lips, letting their tongues tangle with one another.

The sounds she made when he entered her was pure wonder to his ears. It was perfection. He had missed hearing her like this but he had missed everything about this. Her body, her sounds the way she reacted to him, the way she tasted…again, how did he go this long without sex? It still was just completely unfathomable to him. He had never thought about losing her before, it had never passed his mane, but after what happened with his brother it was rather an obsessive occurring thought. Every moment was more precious to him and things like this made him delve into it with full passion because he feared he may not be able to do it again. It was strange for him to fear things, he was the Boogeyman, he feared nothing. But Tristian was the only exception to that fear.

He roughly pulled down the silky gown to expose her chest, moving his lips to kiss her breasts and tease her nipples with his teeth and tongue, not bothering an ounce to be gentle. He started out his thrusts what could be considered slow, but it wasn’t satisfying his hunger enough and he moved his hips faster and more desperate, as if he was trying everything possible to get as deep into her as he could. Growls grumbled deep into his throat as he continued to kiss the sensitive skin of her chest, his hands trying to grasp at the floor but ended up bringing one up to sink into her hair and grab it.

Every thrust he tried to get deeper and deeper in her, like a frenzied quest to get every inch of himself inside her. What was that saying? Pain without love people said? Well, pain with love he felt was even better, if possible. He liked a little pain, call him a masochist, but it was a very alive and blunt feeling that he enjoyed and knew Tristian didn’t mind it much either. They were a perfect fit indeed. He could feel his body begin to tense up and the pressure build for his release. His breathing grew much deeper and his thrusts became faster, if even possible, and shorter from the excitement and anticipation. The heat of the fireplace was practically toasting him alive as sweat covered his body, but he didn’t care. She was all that mattered.

He made a sound of pain and delight when her nails scratched his back, and hearing his name leave her lips he knew her release was soon. In one swift movement he flipped them so she could be on top, grabbing onto her hips and keeping her pressed down upon him. Sure he loved to be on top like any man, but to him he thought it was far more glorious when she was above him. He could see all of her body better and her reaction far more clearly when she released when she was above him. He growled and grunted, not able to produce any true words to state his climax was near but it wasn’t needed, his body language was enough to tell.

His hands slid up her body once she removed the gown. He had enjoyed the pretty fabric while it lasted but now it was gone and he was far more pleased without it there in the way. He pressed his fingers into her flesh and dug them in as he slide them up her skin, cupping her breasts and squeezing them before moving them back down to grab her hips. When she teased him he growled playfully and gave her a spank, hating to be teased yet loving it at the same time. He knew putting her in charge meant he would suffer a little bit in the start but, that was probably why he liked putting her in charge right in the middle of it. His chest rose and fell under her hands and he felt so warm dipping in the arctic would have felt amazing right then.

He groaned loudly when she fell down hard on him, his hands digging in more into her hips and pulling at her, urging her to move faster against him. He pressed his head back hard against the floor until finally he bucked his hips up against her and released, making a satisfied low moan deep in his throat, his body tense before he slowly relaxed and let out a harsh breath. Oh…he had needed that. Desperately. To have sex inside of a warm body instead of taking the back seat watching the professor bang a cold dead corpse.

People who didn’t have rough sex…were losers who were missing out and lived sad lives. This was what sex was about, not sweetness, sweetness was boring. Watching her ride him so vigorously? He would never want anything else. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him after she collapsed on his chest. He slipped a hand into her hair from the back of her head and gripped it for a moment before stroking the tangles. He took in a breath and smiled lazily, loving the sweet scent of sweat on her body. Meant he had done a damned good job. His hands slid away as she rolled off and he rested them on his chest, looking over at her.

He chuckled again and nodded in agreement “Awesome indeed” He agreed, rolling over onto his side with a content groan and slid a hand over her stomach. “I do feel better” He murmured, propping his head up and gazed at her with a smirk “Since were all hot and sweaty…want to go take a bath?” He asked, but was actually asking, want to go have sex next in the tub.

“For once?” He rose a brow and shook his head lazily “You always do everything right” He was ready and willing for a round two in a nice warm tub, but when she refused him he pouted like a boy who had been refused Christmas presents “What? Why?” He had a whine to his voice because damn it he was still horny and he still wanted more sex! They only had, what? One more week of vacation? That wasn’t enough time for sex if they didn’t keep doing it, like, every hour! What was she thinking? His grumpy thoughts though were distracted when she got up and ran, a smirk on his face and he rolled on his side to watch her “Oooo, run some more. Just take a lap around the room” He said with a devious smirk.

He looked surprised by the gift and sat up as he took it, giving it a shake and then smiled “I get a present?....is it coal?” He teased before setting the gift down and getting up and holding a finger up to her as he walked away to his luggage and pulled out four gifts of varying sizes and came back and sat down across from her “This is the gift I picked out for you” He handed her a small envelope “This is the gift I picked out for you after Misha yelled at me for picking the first gift” He handed her a medium box “This is the gift Misha told me to buy and made me buy after she saw the second gift” He handed her a small rectangle box “And this is the gift that I figured you would love the most” And he set down a large tall box in the middle of them then picked up his gift again with a grin “Now I’m going to open this sucker” He declared as he began wrapping away the wrapping paper.

He snorted “Please, you won’t even be able to twitch when I’m done with you” He teased, winking at her playfully with a smirk. “But fine, fine, I suppose I could allow you one bath alone” He said it as if it was such a huge burden to allow it and to him it was, but if she damn well insisted he supposed he could do nothing about it…other than pretend to agree and crash her bath time when she least expected it. Easy to break? She was giving him a breakable item? The look on his face clearly said she was crazy to give him something fragile. Khalid was a brute, he could break a brick wall for God’s sake. He stared “Misha is a very scary, mean little Unicorn. I always listen to her” Well ok…not always, but a lot, because she was bossy! But he liked her like a baby sister, so he tried to obey her wishes when she told him he was acting way out of line. Though he could hardly be called a perfect listener.

He opened the gift and carefully took the doll out to examine it. His first expression was to be impressed, Tristian did have quite the eye for detail, and then his expression was vain because he loved to preen like a peacock and nothing gave one more vanity then having something made after their appearance. “It’s wonderful” He praised as he turned the doll all around to get all the little details. He always made fun of her dolls, but this one looked like him so it was awesome and a expectation to all the doll mocking he usually did. “I do like it, thank you” He said, being completely earnest…for once in his life.

As she began to open her presents he watched carefully and anxiously to see how she would like them. The first gift was a 5,000 dollar visa card for her to spend as she wished. However when Misha found out he was giving Tristian money she had yelled at him that money was far too impersonal and would make Tristian seem like some whore he was paying off. So she had told him to go out and try again, and that was gift number two, which was a JACK AND SALLY FIGURINE he thought she would like. But once again…Misha disapproved and said that wasn’t a real, loving Christmas gift. So Misha had taken him to the mall and pointed at the gift he needed to buy and since Misha scared him a little sometimes, he agreed and bought it, a NECKLACE that was gift number three. But even with all those gifts, Khalid still wasn’t satisfied for some reason that it was enough, so that is why he paid a lot of money to have people track down gift number four. When Tristian got to it he looked a little unsure “I wasn’t absolutely certain but, ninety five percent sure, that that is one of the puppets your father made”

Although Khalid teased all the time that he celebrated Christmas just for the gifts and joked he deserved two birthdays a year, one for him and one for the professor, so he could get double gifts…he really didn’t care that much for presents. Not like he didn’t enjoy them, but de really wasn’t that greedy as he made himself out to be. So the one gift she gave him was plenty enough for him, it appeased his inner vanity and it was very well made. It along with her was plenty for presents, but of course he wouldn’t say that. Too sappy.

He watched with a grin as she unwrapped her gifts, laughing at her reaction to the money. See! See she liked it! And Misha told him it wasn’t a good gift! “If you want more, just tell me” He had thought five thousand was a good amount but, if she wanted more, he’d give her more. He had plenty of money to spare that had gone unused for years. Then the second gift opened and he smirked “Good. I hope spend those brownie points this vacation” He teased. He was happy to see she liked the necklace as well, especially since he hadn’t picked it out. He could have mentioned Misha picked it out, but the bossy Unicorn had dissed his first two gifts, she didn’t get any credit. He would take it all himself. So hah!

He watched her carefully as she opened the last gift, gauging her reaction. He was worried she’d look at the doll and have zero recognition and tell him this was not something her father had made. With all the research he had done…ok…made others do, he was so certain this had been made by her father and it had been a total bitch to find. “Lisa doll?” He watched her and could tell by her reaction alone, he had found the right doll. He smiled “So, it is your father’s. I thought so. Do you like it?” Was she happy to see it or not happy to see it? He couldn’t a hundred percent tell yet.

He looked at the doll and leaned closer to look at it then up to her, squinting as if examining her then smiled “Well, guess your mother was correct” Seeing her so emotional over a doll, well, his natural personality wanted to make fun of her and mock her for it but a tiny little deep down part of him knew this really did mean a lot to her and it was not a proper time to crack jokes. He figured she’d appreciate it sure, but be so happy? It was a unexpected but nice surprise to see he had done so well in giving a meaningful gift. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss, grinning in pride that he had done so well. He knew he’d never be prince charming, ever, but for her he would always try his best to keep her happy because she made him happy and happiness like this he had never experience before her.

When the fire began to get out of control, alarms in his body went off, knowing something wrong was happening. What it was he couldn’t be certain, but it made him tense. Even away from the school crazy shit happened?! Seriously?! Maybe it was just North Carolina that was cursed period. They should move to freaking Florida or something, for they couldn’t ever get any peace! He quickly got up and backed off and grabbed at her as well to pull her behind him safely. He stared at the flames as they began to form and then he quickly stumbled back as far away as he could from the flying freaking fireball, taking Tristian with him and continuing to stay infront of her. “That is definitely not my doing” He said lowly, staring at the phoenix. Seriously? A phoenix? First unicorns, now phoenix’s? What next! Fucking leprechauns?!

It was rather unbelievable…but at the same time quite believable that there was a phoenix standing before them. Everything weird happened to them, seriously. They couldn’t get an ounce of normalcy, which was strange for Khalid to want such a thing, he always loved to live life as strange as possible but with Tristian…he just wanted to have some normal things, was that too hard to ask for? Apparently. His eyes were so glued to the phoenix in suspicion he didn’t notice at first Tristian moving around him to get closer. He finally blinked and caught her in his line of vision and tried to grab her arm ”Tristian, don’t!” He hissed. It wasn’t a freaking puppy, damn it! It was a big fiery bird that could be dangerous! Seriously, both she and Misha could be the damned most clueless people on Earth! They’d both pet a crocodile with a pink bow on it because they’d think it was cute and harmless! Wasn’t so freaking cute when your arm gets lopped off!

When it snapped at her he immediately reacted and yanked her back forcefully, catching sight of the blood made his own boil furiously. Oh, big bird was going to get it, oh yes he was. No one hurt Tristian. No one. He was going to turn that fucking creature into Kentucky fried chicken! He didn’t look at all surprised that it spoke, he had been around far more Fae then Tristian so he was unfazed by it, and also too pissed to give a damn. When it directed its words towards Khalid he gave him a look like he was ready to pluck him “What year is it?” He repeated with a growl in his voice and stepped towards the bird aggressively “The year I kick your ass, that’s what year it is!”