Let' start the Valentine Day week with this throwback to the earlier chapter in Izzie and Nick relationship, when they just started exploring their kinks and roleplay.
When Nick comes back from the bathroom, Izzie is sitting against the
headboard, in the same white nightie, now down to her knees, legs stretched and
crossed, no doubts, it is his Izzie, somber eyes, tight lips, ready to read him
the riot act. Nick falls on the bed, face down in the pillows, if she doesn't
get the hint, he pulls another pillow over his head.
Red flags, where
do I start? What can go wrong, if you both have some sort of virginity kink to
work through and decide to roleplay a do-over of the first time, her first
time? Everything! Nick has been with a virgin only once when he was twenty, and
she was eighteen, it was not bad, but he could do so much better now, if he could
give some advice to his twenty-years-old self. Ha! Right, define 'better'. Nick
always knew that something went wrong between Izzie and Aldous on their wedding
night. No judgement, but seriously? Then again, she was only twenty, doing only
ballet, and that douche Aldous was watching her like a dog and not letting
anyone near her since she was sixteen.
Izzie
wanted to start everything from scratch, a fresh start. And if it meant to
replace Aldous in popping her cherry, Nick is in, pun thoroughly intended. All
joking aside, if it would help her to put Thailand behind, he would do
anything. Their sex life went back to normal, but she still had her nightmares.
and he still hasn’t seen her fully naked, she would always leave something on.
He asked her once, if a sleeping mask counts as clothes, she laughed but that
was it. He would say and do anything to hear her laugh.
They decided to
do it on the weekend, in the most remote chalet in that ski village they both liked. Good choice!
Izzie announced it on Tuesday and kicked him out of her bedroom to make sure
that by Friday night he will be horny as hell.
When they were
finally alone, he didn't even notice when everything went
pear-shaped and turned into a shitshow. It was not his Izzie there but
her twenty-year-old version, wide eyed, antsy, jittery, restless. That's when
Nick asked her to call the whole thing off for the first time. She insisted
that they need to consummate their marriage, or it's not real. He wanted to
calm her down, but she wouldn't let him talk. It felt like they were in
Jumanji, trapped on this giant bed. Her anxiety spread onto him like a
wildfire, he was shaking like a leaf, like it was his first time too. They
kissed like two horny teenagers, not aware of the existence of the third base.
Real Izzie would be soaking wet by then. Young Izzie didn't let him touch her
or kiss her anywhere below her waist, let alone undress her.
She asked him to
take everything off, and her eyes widened even more, when she looked down, like
she'd never seen a naked man before. It was
surreal. Her tanned face went pale. He begged her to stop. She asked him to
make babies, right now. She laid on her back, pulled the nightie up, and opened
her legs. He saw that she still had her panties on.
They both blushed as he pushed her knees back together and lifted her bum to
slide the panties off. And again, her legs fell open for him. He knew that Izzie could flex and hold any
muscle of her body, but it felt insanely tight. He stopped and asked her, he
does not remember what he asked her, but she grabbed his shoulders and demanded
not to stop until it's over. And as gently and slowly as he could, he did. Love
Me Tender Award of the Year.
He noticed the
forgotten bottles of lube and the lavender oil on the nightstand. Izzie never
needed lube, they used lubes and oils just for fun. Now he wished he would
remember to use it. What if he would pull out and put some, will she notice?
It's still unbearably tight. Izzie, that loved rough sex, any sex, was
motionless under him. She was quiet at last, and he whispered dirty nothings
into her ear. She blushed and finally smiled. She lifted her hips, and he
helped her to wrap her legs around him. He kissed her before picking up the
pace. He was watching her face, eyes shut tight, mouth open, forming little o's
with every shallow thrust. They were doing great, all things considered. He
wanted to bite down that lip to stop it from quivering. He leaned forward when
she opened her eyes, full of tears she couldn't hold back anymore, and screamed
at the top of her lungs, screamed his name, a scream that turned into
uncontrollable sobs, and his world turned upside down.
"Nick?"
Izzie pulls him back into the present.
How on
earth did this happen, how could he misread it so badly, the signs that she was
in pain, that quivering lip? Nick
presses his hands on top of the pillow that covers his head, an international
sign for 'I don't want to hear a word'. But yet she speaks.
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