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Picturesque doesn't even begin to describe what you are seeing. Snow-dusted mountain tops, crested sharply throne over the valley; the sky, darkened by little grey clouds, offers you a semblance of cold after an entire summer spent working and sweating. The air is crisp, delicious as you breathe it in.
“Rock might be right after all,” you tell Kaladin as he slowly approaches, your tickets in hand. He huffs, affirmatively, and you cling to his arm, heading for the starting point of the coaster. Even though you’ve been asking for months to go here, you start to feel pretty nervous at the prospect of going on this huge ride. Logically, nothing can happen to you, but you know logic flies out the window more times than you would want it to.
You feel Kaladin’s warm hand on the small of your back, a small reassuring, and you smile at him. The soft creases of the corners of his eyes ease you further into relaxation; for him, this is almost a full-on smile. It’s sort of a blur as you get seated into the cart, back almost flat against Kaladin’s front. You put on your seatbelt and hold onto dear life on the curved rope in front of you. The ride hasn’t even started yet, but being taken up is a very strange feeling. No matter; this is going to be fun. This is going to be fun, right?
Just as you reach the top, you hear Kaladin’s voice behind you:
”Love, are you alright…!” It takes you by surprise more than anything else, the scream that Kaladin lets out as he finishes his sentence. The coaster is gaining speed, rapidly, and your boyfriend slowly quiets down, enjoying the straight portion of the ride.
“Well, that was definitely wild…!” Once again, the coaster drops and hits a sharp bend and Kaladin’s words are lost to an honest scream. You can’t stop laughing as you see the flash going off. Oh, you can’t wait to see those photos! All this time, you were so nervous and didn’t think for a moment that Kaladin’s nerves might be even more stretched out than yours.
All sympathetic thoughts leave you as the coaster flips you upside-down and you’re holding on for dear life. You start yelling, too, more excited than frightened, feeling like there truly is no more danger to come. This is fun. This is definitely fun.
“When is this going to end?” Kaladin’s voice reverberates along the coaster and you feel the timbre of it deep into your bones, amplified by the metal railings. Through the tears you have laughed into existence, you notice a camera a few meters away. Without thinking about how dangerous it might be, you turn around as best as you can and kiss Kaladin. You meant to kiss his lips, but the coaster shook you and your lips end up on his cheek instead. The camera flashes and you come back to your place, feeling weirdly snug and weirdly happy.
The coaster starts slowing down. For about two kilometers, you have a relaxing ride through the forest. You lean back a little, the adrenaline simmering down and search blindly for Kaladin’s hand. He takes it and slowly kisses it. You’re just glad he cannot see the small blush plastered along your cheeks. You could probably blame it on the rush, though.
“Never speak of what happened here,” Kaladin murmurs against your hand.
“Oh, are you talking about the fact that you almost died while on the ride?” He slowly bites the space between your thumb and your index finger.
“No, love, I did actually die and you are talking to my ghost. Those were some of the most terrifying moments of my life and I once walked in on Rock sugaring.”
At that, you let out a bellowing laugh, almost doubling over. Kaladin calls out your name, but you can’t stop laughing. However, when he puts his hand over your mouth and pulls you closer to his body, you realize that something is wrong. At about two meters from you, a huge bear watches you intently. Your breath catches in your throat.
“Fucking hell…,” you mutter, words mumbled by Kaladin’s hand. The coaster is still moving, but not fast enough, or not slow enough; either way it’s moving but not the way that it should. Your brain starts to think of all sorts of scenarios to escape. Could you climb in a tree? Could you maybe distract it and then get away fast enough? Or maybe the bear just won’t attack you.
You slowly start to get away.
”I think that he is vegan,” you whisper to Kaladin, hand clutched into his. His dark eyes bore into your, not even a hint of amusement.
“Maybe he is fasting…!” Kaladin’s words once again turn into unrelenting screams as the coaster lunches into the final portion of the ride.
The laughter follows you all the way from the unexpected meeting with the bear to the moment when you are finally in the car, bones hurting and muscles aching. You’ve done a whole bunch of other stuff; rode some mountain bikes on the narrowest roads you’ve ever seen, went on a zip-line for couples (Kaladin lost his shoe and it fell in the lake; he had to buy a pair of football shoes from a fourteen year old), tried carting, tubing and climbed in some trees in what must have been the world’s most challenging tree-route. You honestly feel like you’re about to melt, but the tiredness is welcome. It is an emptiness that comes only after being so full, it is a feeling so wonderful, yet so painfully nostalgic.
Your boyfriend slides into the driver’s seat, hand gently slithering up the curve of your thigh.
“Are you good, love?” You nod, letting your gaze linger for a bit longer on his face. He is so beautiful. Long dark hair, framing sharp features, eyes of molten coal, a dark blush across his cheek-bones. And he is always so gentle. Gentle in the way he talks to you, gentle in the way he touches you, gentle in the way he loves you. Yet, he never makes you feel weak, like a thing that needs to be protected, like a damsel in distress.
Instead of answering his question, you slide over onto his lap, pushing at the same time the chair backwards. Muscle soreness forgotten, you straddle his hips with your knees, hands on his shoulder and lean down, pressing your lips together.
The moment he starts kissing you is back, he is not gentle. His tongue runs across your lips and then enters your mouth, searching, roaming. His hands come at a rest just below your ribcage, colder than you were expecting. For minutes (hours?), you just stay like that, kissing each other, both of you too lazy to do more. But then, your knees grow tired and you sit down and feel him and again, logic flies out the window. The car is hardly an ideal place, but you’ll have to make do.
Kaladin is already one step before you, taking you shirt off and then unclasping your bra, leaving it on still. You help him get out of his clothes, kissing wherever you can. Your lips find the markings on his forehead and you kiss them tenderly, then rest your cheek on them. You feel his breath hot just under your chin and you yelp as he takes your bra off and slides a rough, and cold – still so cold! – thumb across your nipple. You kiss the space between his eyebrows, then the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and, seemingly having lost his patience, he kisses you fiercely on the lips, hand sliding into your pants, circling you through your underwear.
The slight embarrassment that you feel quickly dies as he slips his fingers inside you, gentle, still, so gentle.
It is something that you love about the two of you, how complementary you are. Right now, you picture how someone else might see you from the passenger’s seat. Kaladin’s sharp edges and hard corners against the softness of your curves. A clash of rough and tender.
God, you wish he would sometimes be rougher with you. You want him to bite you, to scratch you, to kiss with all of his might, to let his lips melt onto your skin and mark you forever as his.
“Can you help me, love?” His voice is a shade deeper than usual, and the casual pet-name sends shivers down your spine. You open his fly and tug his jeans down as far as they go, his dick springing free, curved and big against his stomach. A blur of trembling hands, and too little space and accidental honks; finally, your panties are down and you bite hard into his shoulder as he snaps inside you in one smooth trust.
Kaladin caresses your back with his big hands, slowing his movements and trying to catch his breath. Head resting on his shoulder, you see his back muscles tense as he regains his strength and starts fucking into you earnestly. You’re pretty sure the car is rattling with the force of it, but you still want more. He is not close enough, even though your chests are flushed against one another, even though he is so deep inside of you, you know you are going to feel him for weeks.
”S’good, baby, is good?” he asks through ragged breaths, holding you up carefully so that his thrusts don’t push you against the steering wheel. Fucker. Can’t he tell by the way you can’t hold yourself anymore, by the way you’re moaning his name, Kal, Kal, oh, fucking hell, Kal! He’s fucking you good, better than anyone ever did and yet, you still want more, more of his dick, more of his hands on you, more of his mouth, more of those growls of concentration and pleasure.
“Bite me, Kal, and fuck me… harder!” You don’t even know if he’s heard you, everything is a mess, but then his teeth sink into your neck and the pleasure is electrifying. His thrusts become wild, harder and you feel so turned on by every little thing that he is doing; the way he pushes his hair out of his face, his shoulders, oh god, those perfect shoulders, littered with small bites and scratches, the way he cradles you into his arms, gentle, only to slam into you harder than you could have possibly imagined, breaking you, shaping you, molding you.
“Come on my dick, yeah, love, can you do that for me?” And, was that an attempt at dirty talk from Kaladin? It doesn’t even matter, you’re coming, your walls spasming around him and he comes too, filling you up. You look at each other for a moment, the smell of sex poignant and a wave of clarity hits you both.
“Guess it’s gonna be a long drive home.”
“Oh my god, Kal, home couldn’t be more far away.” A tacit pact.
“We’re staying here tonight, right?”
“Damn right we are.”