I'm begging you [cw]

Even if the wording could've been bitter in another situation, right now it felt more intoxicating to hear her talk about him stretching her out. Of course he was, he wanted to remind her how it felt when they were together.
Her demand, or at least her trying to be demanding made him smile against her chest, licking her nipple eagerly as he pulled out as far as he could before shooting himself back in to her, groaning and moaning in delight. He looked at her, his own cheeks pink as he felt his sweat slowly pebble forward from the amount of feelings he had right now. It wasn't tough on his body, but he clearly was going to give her all that she wanted. He shot in to her again, his fingernails digging in to the soft skin of her behind, but he needed a good grip of her to do this. "Hmmm," he hummed in pure bliss as he looked at her. "You're so good, taking me like this ... Merde ... Cum for me, let me feel you crumble," he huffed, pushing in to her harder and harder. He thought he might reach an end at some point, but it felt like she went on forever. The sounds of their skin slapping together was almost pornographic, but he enjoyed hearing it more than any sort of dirty movie; Because it was their sound. "That's right, cum, ma chérie," he cooed her on, pushing in to her a little faster, wanting her to feel everything.

She clearly wasnt confident enough to just make demands, so it might actually have seemed more like a plea. His attention on her nipple made her want to just give in and let her eyes roll up into her skull as the goosebumps spread on her body again, her moans intensifying by the sensitivity she felt there alone. She felt him pull out and the second she thought he would pull out completely, he shot back into her, making her widen her eyes as she curled her toes while her body arched slightly, a deep moan leaving her lips. It hurt, only a slight bit but she barely noticed that from the amount of pleasure she felt over it. She would definitely end up sore after this, but that would only be just perfect so she could remember what he had done to her.
Him praising her really seemed to hit a soft spot, her looking at him with vulnerable eyes as she felt him thrust harder and harder. He was still hitting that spot in a perfect sequence of movements, her core tightening more and more. She moaned deeply, her breath picking up on a hasty pace as she felt powerless in holding back. She felt the high rush over her, gripping onto his arms as she dug her nails into him, moaning rather loud and vulnerably while she tried to stammer his name, if the neighbours hadnt heard them by now, surely they would after this. She was panting for air softly as she looked at him with soft eyes, lifting a hand from his arm to cup his face. “That was so intense...” she huffed, heaving softly for air, gritting her teeth a little if he continued to push into her, but it was just because it felt so tender while she was coning down from her high. Gravity soon picked up as well as a clear liquid slowly dripped down her stomach, making her blush and look away with a deep frown.

He felt that she was close by the way her breath sounded almost like hiccups, and no sweater sound, perhaps beside her loud moans, had ever been heard by his ears. The feeling when she gave in, clutching on to him for dear life made him grit his teeth, holding back to not come with her, almost losing himself to the euphoria it was to be with her. He still pushed in to her, but it was more to keep the momentum going, feeling her delicate insides pulsate against him. He chuckled softly at her huff, nodding as he leaned down to connect their lips in a tender kiss. However looking at her face, he frowned as she looked away. He pushed all the way inside of her, holding his member there as it throbbed, wanting release, but he couldn't let himself be that selfish right now.
One hand moved down, two fingers dragging the clear cum around her stomach, gathering it it seemed. "Look at me," he said softly. She seemed to hate it when she came like this, but he loved seeing her all covered in her own desire. If she turned to look at him, he showed her the clear liquid spread across his fingers, his lips separating before licking his fingers clean. All the while he kept his eyes on her, moaning softly at the taste. "You taste like heaven, ma chérie, you feel divine ... Why do you deny yourself to look at this lovely mess you have created?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her neck, his hips moving lovingly and against her. This was much different, it was loving and gentle. "I know your fears, but you need to understand that I love every part of you ... Even your pussy," he whispered the last part in a raspy voice. It was clear that he didn't see her genitals as male, because the rest of her was female. "I love feeling your little clit rub against me, because I know you like that small friction too, don't you?" he whispered. It was clear that everything he said was to validate her, show her the love that he had for her and remind her of just how beautiful she was in his eyes.

Of course he didn't understand, and he probably never would, but he knew that reminding her of just how wonderful she was might soothe her. He meant every word, meant every single thrust in to her, seeing her nod before pulling him down. Wrapping his arms around her, he moved his hips tenderly, but making sure to reach her g-spot every time. She pleaded to be praised and he moaned in to her ear as he thrusted a little firmer in to her just hearing her like this. "You're perfect, ma Theresa; Your body is a masterpiece," he hummed against her neck, placing a few sporadic kisses on the delicate skin. "You feel divine, your moans like sweet music," he whispered, feeling his voice strain a little as he felt his member throbbing, but he didn't want to stop yet.
"Every part of you were crafted for my enjoyment; Feel how you're taking me so nicely, there's nothing more real than this," he whispered, pulling his face away to look at her, still thrusting in to her tenderly, but he could feel himself get on edge. "And I am proud ... Proud to say that I belong to such a beauty," he whispered, cupping her face as he shot his hips in to her once more. "Now I am here, begging you to crumble before I give in, please cum for me once again, ma Theresa," he whispered leaning down to kiss her lovingly. His hips picked up a bit of speed as he tried hitting her spot over and over. He moaned, pressing her closer as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as possible.

Feeling her finally give in made him unable to hold back, shooting his member in as far as he could as he himself gave in to his climax. He still held her close, his face burying in to the pillow beneath her head as he moaned vulnerably in to her ear. It felt unreal, his body taking a few minutes to realize what had happened, but when he did he could do nothing but smile, kissing the side of her head rather lazily. The way she comforted him, massaging his scalp  as he came down from his high. While he would've loved to be inside of her for longer, he also knew that these next 24 hours with her would lead to more giving in the closer they got to becoming separated.
"I'm glad to hear that," he whispered sweetly, kissing her cheek and around to her nose. Leaning up to support himself he pulled carefully out of her. Dropping down beside her, he laid on his back, his chest still moving fast to get more oxygen in to his system. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close and letting his hand run along her curves. "Je táime," he whispered, turning his head and kissing her temple gently, his breath still warm against her skin. He felt a little sweaty, but in a good way, like their pheromones were going crazy from what they had been doing. "Tell me why you look away," he said, turning to lay on his side, pulling her close to his chest as he looked at her. He wanted to know, he wanted to soothe her and make her feel confident.

He would respect if she didn't want to talk about it, but he was so certain in his feelings for her that he knew this would be something they needed to discuss some time or another. Hearing her speak made him a little sad, hearing how she thought she might never be a - to paraphrase it - real woman. But she was. In his eyes she was a woman through and through, there was just no question about that. His hand moved up, stroking her hair as she was still hiding her face away. Mostly he hummed or remained silent, wanting to hear what she said rather than interrupt her. "You are what you are meant to be, Theresa, you are a gorgeous woman with a heart of gold and a passion for art," he said, pulling away to look in to her eyes. He wished she could see herself as he saw her. How every part of her was just right. "There is no such thing as a real man or a real woman; If there were, we would all fail to live up to those expectations," he said, touching her cheek gently, looking in to her eyes with a serious expression. He knew that love could not heal everything, but he hoped that with time she would come to understand what he saw when he was with her. "I do not pretend to know what you want in regards to your own body - that is your own choice - But know that you are complete in my eyes," he assured her.
Kissing her lips softly, his hand moved down her body, grasping lightly at her skin. "I know you feel cheated, that you should've been born in the so called right body, but you have been granted something more than those other women," he said softly, looking at her as his eyes turned vulnerable. "Your heart and soul is powerful because of this, and while you might look at yourself in the mirror and see somethings that shouldn't be there, don't forget that when I look at you I see the woman you are," he said. Did she understand or had he misspoken in any way? Perhaps he had managed to upset her more?

She covered her face, and he gave her that moment to hide away, only wrapping his arms tighter around her, making her feel his embrace and how she was safe here. He couldn't start to begin what she felt like, but he wanted to help her, even if he couldn't really do anything, he wanted to show his support. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head as she called herself young and stupid. "You are young, yes, but you are far from stupid," he reassured her, kissing her forehead gently. Her mumble made him nod. "And I'll be there every step of the way," he promised her. It was a big promise to make, but he meant it. The love he felt for her was something different than anything else in this entire world, and he wanted to show her that he was capable of giving her that time.
"Even if you'll never be completely comfortable with how you see yourself, I just want you to be happy - I want to make you feel like the amazing person I know that you are," he whispered, kissing her forehead once more, keeping his eyes closed. He felt a lot for her, wanting to cry when she cried, but it wouldn't really solve anything. "You remember our first night as vividly as I do, right?" he whispered, letting his hands stroke down her sides in calming motions. "You said you were a fraud, that you weren't who you said you were, but I don't think you realized that at that point I had already fallen in love with you," he explained, a finger drawing small circles on her back. "And when you opened yourself up to me and you tried to leave ... I don't think I've ever been that scared of losing someone," he confessed. Kissing her from her forehead and down her cheek he felt his heart beat like a solid drum in his chest.
"I begged you to stay, I was desperate because I knew that never in a million years would I ever meet a woman like you; Smart beyond her years, an artistic eye that baffles me every day and a blunt honesty of how you view the world," he said. He smiled as he looked at her. "I got all of that from our first exchange of words, I kept keeping an eye on you because I was afraid that you'd disappear in to thin air and you would've been an illusion of my mind," he sighed, kissing her nose softly. He had known that from the moment he had met her, that she was different from the rest - not because of her body, her looks or anything superficial like that, no it had been all the things beneath like her mind and soul. "You were the first person to be honest with me and my art, you didn't go back on your words, you spoke to me with such confidence and some day I hoped to be as brave as you," he said.

He seemed to keep his calm and that was really helping even if she was still crying, lying there in his arms and feeling his soft kisses with his soothing voice, it was just like he was helping her process her own hurt even quicker than she would have on her own. She wasnt sure she could believe she wasnt stupid to a certain degree. There was still so much she didnt know, at least if you asked her. The promise made her look up at him as she stopped crying for a second, shifting between his eyes as she was looking to see if he really meant such a big promise. But she didnt really have to, because he had only proven over and over to be with her for the long run.
She swallowed hard and felt her eyes well up again before she looked down, feeling her lip quiver from her trying to hold back her sobs. Her breath was trembling with emotion but she was glad that she werent wearing makeup this time. It did sting to cry again, but she thought it was better than letting her emotions get all pent up and stuck inside of her. She closed her eyes at his whisper and drew in a few calming breaths; Or at least trying to. He mentioned the first night and she frowned a little as the first thing that sprung to mind was when Xalvador not so subtly called Gerard to the kitchen, the moment where she knew the vampyre was going to say something. Not that he had been wrong in what he did, but it didnt really feel good to remember.
She listened as he went on to explain, her crying slowly subsiding as she was far more focused on listening to how he had felt that night. That and his calming touches were truly going into effect. She wasnt sure what she had felt herself in that moment he begged her to stay, the first thought that came to mind was that he was sickly intrigued by her like some men could seem, but she had quickly realized that he didnt bear some evil agenda towards her. She gulped as he smiled, raising her eyebrows slightly to a more vulnerable expression as she seemed to just eat every word he said. "So you were stalking me during the event?" she asked in a tone that might have come off as weirded out, but she was actually just trying to be funny, even if she couldnt make herself smile right now. She carefully lifted her hands and cupped his face in between her hands, holding it gently. "I dont know what I felt that night. It was many things at once. I dont know what would have happened if you hadnt heard me be so bluntly rude about your photography," she explained, scoffing at herself as she leaned closer to carefully kiss his lips. "But I'm happy you did," she said in a quiet tone, a small soft smile spreading on her lips before she sighed, looking down for a bit. "I havent taken a picture in ages," she whispered, frowning a little. Not that she was sad because she hadnt really thought about it, like at all.

He chuckled softly at her question, nodding as he felt almost embarrassed to admit it. There had just been something about her, and it was still there. The thing that drew him in with every breath she took. "I think it would just have taken me longer to find you," he chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her as she herself initiated it. It felt good to talk, especially now that their need was snoozing once again. He truly believed that they were meant to be, and if he hadn't met her at that event he would have met her some other place.
Her whisper made him sigh, looking at her with gentle eyes. "What would you like to photograph?" he asked. "If I handed you a camera right now, what would be the first thing you wanted to do?" It was clear he was encouraging her to think creatively. He had barely had time to think about work, mostly just finishing already shot pictures when he had stayed with Eden.

He seemed so confident as he said that, but she didnt mind it. Frankly it was what she wanted to think too, because now that she had experienced being with him, she couldnt ever imagine what it would be like without him. She gently caressed his cheeks as she admitted to not having taken pictures of anything. She thought he would be disappointed but instead he seemed to be curious about what she would do about it instead. She looked at him with a small frown as she shrugged. He elaborated and she drew in a deep breath, looking away in a thoughtful manner before she looked back at him with a bit of conflict in her eyes, "If you gave me a camera right in this moment, I would probably just take pictures of you," she admitted, looking at him with a sure look in her eyes. She couldnt think of anything else, he was all that seemed to take up her mind for now. So it made sense that he was the only thing she would photograph if she had to photograph anything. "You're very beautiful right now, I mean, you're handsome in general, but there is just something about right here in this moment. Your cheeks slight red, your hair messier than ever. A slight shine to your skin from giving me all your love, a serenity to your eyes, overall relaxed position..." she said, sitting up carefully like she was already in the process of stringing it all together in her mind. "You're perfect," she then said with a shrug, sighing to herself as she looked down scratching a little at the linen as she felt the urge.

He looked at her as she seemed to make up her mind, and he was a bit surprised when she said that she would take pictures of him. Of course it was out of his comfort zone, but hearing her reasoning he smiled, leaning back on his elbows as he looked at her. Then she just shrugged, looking down as if she was unsure. "What are you waiting for then? Go grab the camera," he said. The lighting in his room wasn't terrible, the afternoon sun shining through his windows, showing all the small dust particles in the air. He grabbed his covers, covering up his genitals, but the rest he let be as it was. "You know how to use my camera, I know you do," he said, leaning over to kiss her upper arm.
"Let me be at your mercy," he chuckled, but it wasn't because he was making fun of her. Rather he wanted to show her that he meant what he said. He would always encourage her, whether it be artistic or romantically, he would show his support. "But keep your clothes off ... I like watching you," he hummed.

He chuckled as he watched her leave, laying down on the bed while she was gone, rubbing his face a little. He felt giddy, mostly because he rarely let people take pictures of him, but she seemed to find it interesting. And being honest with himself, he knew he couldn't tell her no. She returned, and just looking at her made his lips separate. He loved looking at her like this, how her body seemed to ache a little from what he had done to her. However he followed her instructions, the first one being rather simple, but he didn't know how he would look. But if there was one thing he knew from this kind of work, it was to trust the photographer, so he did, moving slightly around as she instructed him to do different poses and movements.
As she crawled on top of him he removed the covers separating them, feeling her skin against his own just did something to him. His eyes bearing both lust, love and a vulnerability that people rarely got to see. She touched his cheek, and his eyes moved to hers, even though she wanted him to look in to the lens he found it hard, yet he seemed to managed anyways. "Can you hold the camera with one hand?" he asked, not knowing how to handle such a heartfelt compliment when he felt this vulnerable. If she did, he would guide her free hand down to his chest, placing her palm against his skin and spreading out her fingers. "Grab at me," he said, moving his hand up to cup her breast, his lower region reacting to every emotion right now. He looked in to the lens, but it was clear he was looking at her, his jaw tensing naturally with delight in a moment that was meant for her. If she got the shots he would grab the camera so that she could rest her hand. It was rather heavy one handed, but for a shot like that it was sometimes necessary. "Other ideas? Other poses?" he asked, clearly encouraging her.

Hearing her moan was what pushed him that much further, looking in to the lens as she shot her photos. He sensed that she might've lost herself in her thoughts, but as she spoke about a remote shutter he chuckled, flipping a small switch on the camera so that a small remote slid out in to his hand. "Something like this, I suppose?" he asked, handing both the camera and the shutter to her. He was a little nervous as to what her plans were, but he wanted to trust her.
When she moved off of him he just looked at her, turning to his side as he watched her set up the camera. "Now I know I'm supposed to trust the creative process, but this looks more like you gathering a collection of dirty pictures of me," he teased, but he didn't mean it in a bad way. He was only worried that she might herself join in the picture, because her being under age wasn't appropriate, even if he thought it would be hot, it could also get him in a world's of trouble. "You know, most people just shoot porn on their smartphone these days, you don't need a DSLR for that," he teased, but still curious what she was thinking about.

"Quite frankly you could make me do anything if you asked me to," he chuckled, smiling at her. He was being honest though, because she wanted to uphold the promise he had made to her in her bedroom. If she said jump, he would simply ask how high before doing so. She guided him to roughly the middle of the bed, sitting down as she instructed him to, but his eyes were all on her. He had decided not to comment on whether or not porn had limits, because he felt like no matter what he said she would have a smarter answer. She sat down in his lap, his arms moving to hold loosely around her, not holding her in place. "You say that now, but we both know that when I bring you back home tomorrow you'll take out those pictures and start teasing yourself," he said in a low voice, finding the thought appealing in a way he hadn't thought about.
She seemed to want raw emotions, and he trusted her fully, closing his eyes briefly as she touched his cheek, but her instructions were to keep his eyes on her. He returned the kiss, pulling her hips closer to him before she broke it off. His lips separated, eyes half lidded as he looked at her now, feeling her hands move down to his heart. She would be able to feel how hard it was beating, and it was all because of her. Even in the calmest of moments it seemed like his heart was wild. He could sense she was nervous, frowning slightly, but as her lips separated to speak his expression softened up. Hearing her speak French always did something to him, like his love for her grew. It didn't matter if the pronunciation was a bit off at times, because she was trying, and hearing such meaningful words in his native tongue made it so much more intimate for him. Yet this time her French were more well formulated and he wondered if she had been practicing. And if so, was that all for him? He felt emotions well up, feeling his eyes water with happiness as he looked at her. No-one had ever done something like this for him, and he chuckled a faint whimper as he moved his hands up along her body. "Tu le penses vraiment?" he whispered, because in this moment he had forgotten that she didn't speak French fluently. It had touched his heart, and he smiled from ear to ear. "Épouse-moi s'il te plaît," he whispered, even though it was far off in the future, he knew that she was the one. It was a crazy thing to ask for, but he felt so certain.

"I'll hold you onto those words," she said as a sly smile spread on her lips. "You'll regret it in a few months," she chuckled a little menacingly playful. She didnt want him to get in trouble, so the last thing that really was on her mind was making him model with her as long as she was still considered a child in the eyes of the law. But she could sit with him like she had planned to because there were nothing to identify her beside maybe the length or colour of her hair. None of her face would be shown, it was all about keeping him in focus. She had to trust her gut that the angle was good. "Shut up smartass. I'm grounded for a month with no phone. I'm only improvising to survive," she said before she chuckled softly and shrugged.
But then it went from cheeky and fun to serious and a little tense from the nervousness she wasnt really shy to show. She could feel her whole body warm up as well as her cheeks and after she had said it, she felt a little relieved. Seeing his reaction and those happy tears let her know that she most definitely hadnt misspoken her words. She kept her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat on her palm while her other hand held onto the shutter. But she was completely forgetting to click on it, her focus was rather on him instead. His whisper made her look at him with soft eyes, smiling as she wasnt sure what he was asking her, she knew some basic words but she wasnt going to sit and guess when it came to words from the heart. She opened her mouth slightly to ask him to say it in english but then he whispered again and she closed her mouth as her eyes widened a little. Maybe it was pure luck that Connor had cracked a joke when she first asked for his help and had given her similar words to say, chuckling to himself as he had told her to tell Gerard that. She however hadnt intended on saying something weird,  and Connor had definitely given off that vibe as he kept chuckling, so as she had looked it up and found the meaning, she had returned to him and demanded that he stopped messing around and actually helped her.
It was only the first words he said that she recognized but that was also just enough. Her expression was first surprised, then serious as she shifted between his eyes. "A-are you asking me to marry you Gerard?" she asked a little quiet, letting go of the shutter as she instead lifted her hand to cup his face. Her eyes started tearing up as she looked at him, shifting between his eyes as she felt like the moment was a little surreal, if not overwhelming.

He didn't know if it was the right time to say it, he didn't even know if that was something that she wanted and especially with him, but her words just forced his own to come out. It was clear she was surprised, and he felt a little guilty putting her on the spot like this. She asked him for clarification and he took a few deep breaths as he looked down. He was a bit ashamed that his emotions had taken flight like that, but here he was, and he had to answer to his words.
"Yes," he said, his accent heavy, but it was mostly because of the emotions he held in his chest. He looked at her with uncertain eyes, because what could he truly offer her? Definitely not a stable income, and not any good background either. But what he did have was a good and honest heart, and a love for her that he knew would never wither away. "Technically I'm begging you to, but asking doesn't sound as bad," he chuckled, looking back at her eyes, searching them for any clue they might give whether she felt something different. "Of course ... It will be off in the future; I'd have to work on me being trustworthy and I want to prove myself to both you and your family," he said. He had never given marriage any specific thoughts, but he couldn't see any bigger way to show her how much he loved her. "You do not need to give an answer, not now not ever if you are not sure," he assured her, letting his hands touch her up and down her back.
"But I at least want your permission to ... To ask you properly in the future, to get down on one knee with a ring and everything," he said.

She needed that clarification, to know that she had heard him right. It was quite sudden and as impulsive as Tessa seemed, this was something completely different. Having a sudden urge to go somewhere and photograph was one thing, a proposal for marriage was... she didnt even know how to describe it. It felt weird because she didnt really seem to mind the thought. She had already told him that she would only belong to him, so wouldnt it just prove a point further to accept it? She could feel her breath turn rather unsteady and heavy, blinking a few times while she just looked at him. She nodded at his chuckle, but she still seemed a little taken aback. She looked down at her hand over his heart, frowning a little to herself at his assurance. Her silence could seem a little alarming and she was definitely not seemingly behaving as someone who had in mind to accept such a proposal. But his last words made her look up at him with a conflicted expression. "You've already asked me," she whispered, drawing in a deep breath to calm herself, tensing her jaw slightly. "So.. it's too late for that now.." she added quietly, shifting between his eyes for a bit as her lips separated. She let out a noise, the kind that one made when there was something on their mind but the body wasnt in sync with the mind. She wet her lips carefully and moved her other hand up from his heart to cup his face fully between her hands. "Because I do want to marry you," she finally said in a voice that couldnt be more sure, no stutter or stammer, no doubt or tremble in her voice at all. She didnt really know what her parents would think or what anyone would really think? But did it matter?

He was afraid now, afraid because the last thing he wanted to do was scare her away. He was much older than her, and maybe he was ready for such a big move, but she wasn't. He would understand that, and as she whispered how it was too late to undo his question he felt his jaw tremble. It was crazy, it really was, and he looked down as he prepared himself for rejection. His heart was going crazy, aching with nerves and fear. If he had just been quiet she hadn't been put in this situation, but his mouth just didn't hold the words back.
She moved her hand, and his grip around her loosened, thinking this was the part where she would get up and tell him how crazy he was. Tell him how inappropriate it was to even think that far in the future when they had just gotten back together. However as she cupped his face with both her palms, he looked at her, completely at her mercy. Why was she dragging this out? The sigh was more than enough for him to know that she wasn't ready for that sort of commitment. But then she gave him a yes. Or maybe a sort-of yes, he wasn't sure. His eyes searched hers, because she was so confident in her voice. Frowning slightly, but more so from surprise, he looked at her and felt a bit speechless. "You mean it," he whispered, baffled was the best way to describe him right now and he felt like he hadn't quite realized what she had said. Quite frankly he seemed in shock because she was literally the woman of his dreams, and she had just said that she wanted to marry him.
"Is it a yes ... Or is it a yes but in the future?" he asked, feeling nervous to even ask. His eyes were still watery, but he could see her just fine. He just needed to know how to interpret what she was saying.