A Not So Good First Impression

Kades POV

The next morning I rounded the corner into the kitchen and find Amelia humming and dancing around the kitchen.

She's got the stereo on some kind of nowadays hip hop song, and trying to place plates and silverware accordingly to where we sit at the table, all the while trying to twirl about, and being careful not to drop anything. Amelia's beautiful dark hair is pulled into a messy bun up the top of her head, and she wears a long dark blue t-shirt, one that goes way down past her knees.

"Of course one of my t-shirts," I mutter to myself, amused.

I start forwards towards her, and ever so quietly tiptoed behind her, I quickly extended my arms so I was reaching out in front of me, clasping her hips with my fingers as soon as she stopped twirling to face the sink and rinse her hands.

She stopped abruptly and flinched, "Jesus Kade. You scared the shut out of me." She exclaims and laughs.

I lift my lips up into a smile, "But you love me." I teased and leaned my face closer towards her neck, letting my lips close around her neck, and plant a soft but long kiss, sucking lightly.

Amelia leans her head to the side and breathes out a moan, "You know I do." She leans her head back and leans her body against mine.

I groan darkly, feeling her backside rest up against me, I feel myself twitch and know I'm going to grow hard, so I back away abruptly and walk towards the table.

I can hear Amelia's shaky breathes behind me, and I smirk, I love how I can make her so breathless, make her quiver and moan the way I do, my love always so wanting and needy. 'Ugh, shut up Kade.' I chastised myself. There I go, making myself hard again.

I was able to cover it up, by sitting down at my side at the table, "So, you cooked breakfast." I chuckle.

Amelia red-faced gave me a glare, "After last night. I wanted to try to make a meal again, without burning it, and luckily I know how to make a good breakfast." She declares proudly, a smile blooming on her face.

"Alright, alright," I say softly with another chuckle. I know firsthand how her cooking is, she can make a few things, and yes including breakfast, but I was secretly hoping she wouldn't know how to cook a lot so I could teach her. But unfortunately and fortunately my wife-to-be is very smart and unique.

I look down at the plate in front of me, and I have to close my mouth tightly before I drooled, I was right. Bacon, eggs, and some sunny side up eggs on toast. My eyes open wide, shocked and I purse my lips even tighter, trying to stop the very pleasant things I was thinking of.

Amelia starts forwards, "what is it? What's wrong?" She hurriedly asked and went to grab my plate.

Before her hand could connect, my hand shot out and gripped her wrist tightly, "Nothing is wrong Amelia. You are just so sexy right now. And I'm having trouble trying not to act on my very intense impulses right now." I choked out in a quiet voice, wanting to keep myself in check, suddenly very sexually awakened right now, I suddenly wondered if this is all too much for Amelia.

When we first started dating, the attraction was undeniable as we couldn't keep our hands off each other, almost always never leaving the bed, over the years our relationship has blossomed and bloomed into something so amazing and serious.

But with responsibility comes a lot of complicated things on our plate, we have always been the type to always be there for each other, no matter how busy we are.

The physical aspects of our relationship, such as being intimate and making love, have been on the minimal side, and yes, of course, I'm a guy. I crave her all the time, the beautiful dip in her back, the luscious way her breasts swing as I am pounding her, gripping her between her thighs.

I close my eyes as ripples of pent-up sexual frustration make itself known, as my body trembles and all my muscles harden, flashes of me having my way with her on the counter last night flooded my head and I clench the fist that isn't connected to her flesh.

I am snapped out of my thoughts as Amelia comes in front of my vision, "Kade." She whispers out and quickly dips her head in to kiss me. I immediately wrap my arm around the side of her neck and knot my fists into her hair pulling her to me.

She gasps out as she is pulled in between my legs and this time I waste no time in snaking my hand around her waist and placing my lips on her. Her body responding immediately.

A few moments of making out and I pull away semi-breathless

"I really want to spend more time with you." I say, sadly.

Amelia tosses her head back and she laughs, "I know It's been a while my love, we haven't spent a lot of time together, I've been so preoccupied with my studies, I haven't been attentive to you so much." She confesses and I immediately started to defend her.

"No baby. You ARE attentive. I understand you've been busy with your studies, if I had a chance to attend college as well, I would jump at the chance..I'm just. Really happy I have you in my life. I guess I missed you and it came out bursting in frustration." I chuckled.

Amelia's face softened and she smiled, "Do you remember how we met?" She asked quizically and I noticed she wasn't serious but she was teasing me, as there was a playful glint in her eyes, it made my heart soften, and my arms fly to rest around her hips, pulling her closer to me.

"Yes, I do. You know you could have broken that poor locker." I cooed and made my face look sad but the smirk could not flee from my face, and the corner of my lips flew up, as I had to let out a loud laugh, remembering.

Amelia and I had been in the same grade, in eleventh grade, we were both juniors, and the first day I was new, I was so lost in the halls, they were so twisty and bendy, I was late eight minutes for my class. I had just turned the corner to another confusing hallway when, I see a girl with dark hair and a black backpack, and black knee-high heels, she turned to the left and closed her locker, and ended up walking into the locker a couple of feet away that somebody carelessly left open.

She groaned and huffed, holding her forehead, but I just burst out laughing, I really could not help it, I was a teenage boy, who just saw a teenage girl run straight into an open locker. Anybody would have seen it. But she didn't. She did however not hide her anger towards me for laughing very loudly and not even trying to hide it.

She hated me. So much, she avoided me for days. I worked so hard trying to get her attention and trying to get to know her, it took me three months to even just to get to come over to her house, and it took a year for me to propose. Our relationship developed very slowly, but the burning flame I felt for her resonated deep within me. I was completely hooked and attached to her.

I was attracted to the way, she stood out more than anyone else. The way she would walk to the school, fearless and not caring if anyone saw her or judged her, she always wore darker clothing and some type of black high heels. Her beauty shone brightly, her pale skin, with her dark hair, and green eyes, big and wide-eyed on her face, drew me in. The way she would stop and politely interject into people's conversations as she walks down the halls saying, "Hello."

She didn't have many friends, and never close ones. Or perhaps she did. Me. We have been inseparable ever since I was able to convince her to give us a shot, she knew she felt something, but she was so scared, to open up to somebody and when she did, it was so amazing. It still is. She is my bestfriend, and my fiance I love her so much.

Amelia glares at me in the present time and she slaps my forearm giggling, "Kade! You're so mean. That damn locker walked in my way. If it wasn't for the locker door, I wouldn't have been sent to the stupid nurses office for a bloody nose two minutes later. I was so shocked and mad at you. I thought I only hit my forehead." We both give out a few chuckles, and then I got serious. My heart melting.

"Amelia?" I asked softly.

Amelia turns her head and meets my eyes, "Yes future husband?" She smiles and shuffles closer so her fingers are ruffling through the hair at the base of my neck.

I stared in her eyes before letting go of her hips, and going to grip both of her cheeks, and leaning down, letting my lips rest on Amelias. Her lips ope of her own accord automatically accepting his kiss with a groan and she shuffles her body closer.

"I love you. I love what we are building. This is everything I've ever wanted out of life." I whisper and get completely lost in her deep green eyes.

Her appearance has changed, shes calmed down in her outfits, but still rocks dark clothes and wears dresses, leggings and black shoes. Always. She is a goth, or to some degree, she has always loved dressing in dark clothes, its become so effortless to stare at her, and fall in love with her every time I lay eyes on her.

Amelia smiles at me, as she leans away to catch her breath, "I love you as well, Kade Bennet."