𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿

𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿
White Roses

❅𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿❅

Later that day after taking a five-hour nap, Mazin and I still refused to get out of bed—remaining cuddled up as we watched TV.

I never wanted to leave this bed or her arms, finding comfort in the warmth between us.

Especially after finding out that we're leaving tomorrow morning for safety reasons, which meant the Christmas event would have to take place back in Miami. 

A place that I didn't want to quite go back to yet, but right now it's necessary. 

Especially after the phone incident that occurred again—it's clear that this gang is trying to reach out to me specifically. 

Eventually, Mazin and I had to get out of bed given we couldn't survive off of just water.

We needed food.

And maybe to go sightseeing or something.

As long as we're together for our last night here in Aspen.

"Room service," I offered the idea, wanting to stay in bed with her for as long as possible.

"I don't know," Mazin murmured, eyeing my face as she caressed her hands up my bare back, "I want to take you on a date before we leave."

I smiled slightly at the idea, "Oh really?" I said, my tone teasing her as I leaned my face closer to hers.

Mazin hummed, staring down at me with a growing smile, "Yes, baby. I want to take you out for dinner and have dessert back in bed," she said, immediately making my brows raise slightly at her bluntness.

"Can I have dessert too?" I whispered, leaning in closer to her, "Maybe something more for my early Christmas present," I offered given Christmas Eve is tomorrow.

"I can give you more," Mazin didn't hesitate to say, "Whether it's Christmas or not, you can have anything you want."

I jokingly rolled my eyes, "You're too perfect Mazin," I said, lightly nudging her shoulder.

Mazin chuckled, "And that's a bad thing?" she asked, clearly amused by my words.

"I just don't understand how you say the right things every time," I sighed dramatically, smiling when Mazin laughed again.

"I grew up with two moms, Virelai," Mazin pointed out as she slid out of bed with me, "They taught us all how to behave accordingly."

I shook my head with a smile, knowing Tazmin and Lena probably sat them down and made them learn certain things.

Lena probably made a picture book too.

"Do you remember that one time in ninth grade when I was silent for an entire day?" Mazin asked me as we walked toward the closet.

I laughed slightly, "Yes—you stared at me all day. It was weird," I said, entering the closet and walking over to my half-unpacked suitcase.

Luckily, we barely had time to truly unpack so it should be a little easier tomorrow morning when it comes to packing everything back up for the trip back to Miami. 

Mazin scoffed dramatically, "I stare at you now, all the time too. Is that weird?" she purposely asked me as I rummaged through my clothes folded precisely in my suitcase.

"No, Mazin, it's not weird," I said, shaking my head with an amused smile as I pulled a white sweater out from my suitcase.

"That's what I thought," Mazin mumbled, now leaning down to look through her own suitcase, "Anyways, back to my story before you called me weird—"

"Mazin," I laughed, turning my head to meet her dark eyes, "You're my weird. Continue your story."

My girlfriend rolled her eyes in the most adorable manner, "I was just saying that my parents gave me the birds and the bees—or the bees and the bees talk as they called it," she explained, naturally making me raise a brow.

"I'm glad they gave you some sort of talk because you were kissing girls in middle school," I mumbled, earning a narrowed look from my girlfriend.

"You just insulted me twice in this conversation," Mazin pointed out, which made my lips part in a smile.

"Baby, no I didn't mean it in a bad way—you just needed that talk," I quickly said, not wanting to actually insult her.

Mazin smiled, "Yeah I know, I was a little player," she said, which easily made my face drop to a blank expression.

"Don't remind me," I mumbled, turning back around to my suitcase.

"But it was always you Virelai," Mazin quickly backtracked, making me smile slightly as I grabbed a pair of jeans, "Why do you think I stared at you for an entire day?"

I dramatically gasped, "Mazin Ciel Moretti," I said, my lips parting as I turned back around to my girlfriend, "Were you imagining me... sexually that entire day?"

My girlfriend pursed her lips into a smile, "No... well yes," she subtly admitted, and that's when I noticed the flush burning at the edges of her cheeks.

She's blushing?

I just made her blush?

"But you have to understand that the talk was very detailed and you were the first person I thought of when it came to a first experience like that. I always hoped we would experience it for the first time together, but now that I'm saying it, it sounds really fucking weird, like I wasn't sexualizing you—or I wasn't trying to. I just developed feelings for you in eighth grade and so I could only think of you—"

"Mazin," I gently cut her short, my smile nearly growing into a grin at her adorable rambling.

Or the blush deepening on her cheeks.

"You're so cute when you're nervous baby," I whispered, crawling closer to her.

Mazin narrowed her eyes slightly, "I'm not nervous," she said, eyeing me as I lifted my hands to gently cup her warm flushed cheeks.

"But you're blushing," I pointed out, my grin so prominent that it made my cheeks ache.

"I'm—it's just hot," Mazin quickly said, blinking a few times as she brought her own hand up to one of her cheeks, "Yeah, it's really hot in here."

I pursed my lips into a smile, "You can't just admit that I made you blush?" I whispered, staring into her dark eyes.

"For a kiss, I will," Mazin smoothly negotiated as usual.

I rolled my eyes with a growing smile, leaning up to kiss her soft lips.

But just as I pulled back, Mazin gently grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me back for a deeper kiss.

"Mazin you said—"

"You made me blush," she quickly cut me short, her words lowered against my lips as she pulled me closer by my waist, "You're the only one that will ever make me blush."

I hummed at her words, my lips spreading into a smile as I kissed her back.

Before I knew it was I had subtly moved closer to straddle her lap, running my hands under her loose sweatshirt.

Our kiss grew slower, more drawn out as our tongues naturally broke the barriers of each other's lips.

My hands had a mind of their own, trailing down my girlfriend's stomach.

And under the waistband of her sweatpants.

"Can you do more than blush for me?" I whispered against her lips, trailing my fingers down past her underwear.

"I'll do anything for you," Mazin didn't hesitate to say, her words warm against my lips.

"I want you to moan for me then," I said, pulling back from her lips slightly to meet her stare, "Loudly," I emphasized, resting my forehead against hers.

"Who have I turned you into?" Mazin murmured, her lips twitching up as she analyzed my face.

At least until I started circling the tips of my fingers around her clit, making her lips part and her subtle smile face.

Now she was mine—every expression and sound she made, all at the hands of me.

"Virelai," she breathed out, gripping my waist when I sped up my pace as quickly as I could.

I really should've done those stupid finger curls for better stamina.

"Louder, Mazin," I said, my voice echoing softly around us as I stared deeply into my girlfriend's eyes.

A moan vibrated perfectly in her chest as I kept up my quick pace.

But it wasn't enough for me, I wanted her louder.

I needed her louder.

So I trailed my fingers down from her clit, sliding two fingers past her soft wet folds.

It was all still unfamiliar to me, especially as I tried to find my pace.

And her spot.

The last time I did this she had helped me and—

"Fuck, Virelai," Mazin suddenly moaned out, her short nails digging into my waist and earning a soft gasp from me.

That's when I felt it—a spot that had a subtle yet distinct ridges.

The way Mazin reacted, the sudden clench around me, or the way her breath hitched and turned into a drawn-out moan—it told me everything I needed to know.

I found her spot.

And it wasn't about the pressure, I learned that after a couple of strokes.

It was more about the angle—curling my fingers just right and dragging a gasp from her lips.

That's when her moans grew louder just as I desired—her heavy eyes holding mine as she gripped me so tight to her.

I watched her unravel, second by second, moaning and withering under me as she tilted her hips up slightly for more.

Her sudden actions made my fingers curl even more against her spot, triggering my girlfriend's beautiful orgasm.

I slid in and out of her even quicker, repeatedly hitting her spot over and over again as her moans grew louder and louder.

My name sounded incoherent and messy coming from her lips, dragging out each syllable every time she moaned.

It was perfect.

She was perfect.

All I could do was watch her wordlessly, soaking up every second of this moment.

Until Mazin slowly relaxed underneath me, letting out a few short breaths as she came down from her orgasm.

I slowly slid out of her, watching as she tried to regain her composure.

Which seemed hard for her to do when she noticed me sliding two fingers into my mouth.

The taste of her coated my tongue perfectly, making a hum vibrate in my chest.

Mazin leaned closer to me, grabbing my wrist to guide my fingers away from my mouth so she could kiss me.

The taste of her passed between our warm mouths, spiraling into the gentle kiss that we exchanged.

The kiss was soft and slowly paced as Mazin's tongue explored my mouth.

Until soon she pulled back, burying her face in the crook of my neck as I held her in a hug.

These moments were always the ones I cherished most.

It was silent between us but it somehow felt like we were saying so much.

We could always stay wrapped in hugs like this for minutes on end.

Moments later we naturally pulled away, briefly kissing each other before we focused back on our original task.

Which was to get ready for dinner.

I don't know how it all turned into this, but I wasn't complaining.

It was only seven when we finished getting ready too so it wasn't too late.

I stuck to the white sweater I picked out which had some diamonds strategically knitted on it with a black bow right at the middle of the v-neckline.

It was super cute and girly.

It also went perfectly with the light-washed jeans I wore.

For my hair, I just kept it down and straightened it to frame my face covered in a light amount of makeup.

Meanwhile, Mazin wore a black long-sleeve shirt with matching jeans—pulling on a puffer jacket and gloves.

Her blonde hair was down, framing her bare face.

She ended up skipping her makeup and leaving the room entirely while I finished up my own makeup.

I later realized she had done that to go get me flowers from the small convenience store down in the hotel lobby.

She was a little frustrated that there weren't any tulips, but I was perfectly content with the white roses.

Especially when she secured one of them behind my ear.

I made sure to keep it there—even on our way to the restaurant and throughout dinner.

Everything was decorated perfectly for Christmas, whether it was a Christmas tree or lights—even cute-themed decorations on the white-cloth tables. 

The Italian food was also just as perfect, especially the pasta we ordered. 

Mazin and I also tried one of the specialty Christmas cocktails, which turned out to be so good. 

"This is heaven," I murmured as I chewed my pasta with a content smile. 

"This is," Mazin murmured, her dark eyes trailing my face as she chewed a few times. 

My smile grew at her words, knowing they held a double meaning, "I love you," I whispered, reaching for her hand on the table. 

Mazin opened her hand for mine, gently wrapping mine in the warmth of hers, "I love you too beautiful," she didn't hesitate to say. 

I hummed as I used my free hand to prepare another bite of pasta for myself, "Tonight has been perfect," I determined, lifting my fork to my lips. 

"More than perfect—I finally got you alone for a night out," Mazin said as she gently squeezed my hand in hers. 

I hummed as I briefly chewed my food, "I know—we finally got to do dinner alone," I said, truly basking in our moment alone together, "And on our last night here." 

I love doing group things, but I also want to experience at least a little bit of this trip with just my girlfriend. 

The most we had done one-on-one only occurred in the confines of our hotel room. 

"I say we look at the dessert menu, maybe try something different," Mazin suggested, taking a bite of her pasta. 

I nodded a few times, "A cannoli would be so good," I whispered, as I twirled my fork in the pasta to prepare another bite. 

"A cannoli it is," Mazin didn't hesitate to say, naturally making me smile. 

With the warmth of the restaurant and the soft holiday music playing in the background—it truly all felt like a dream. 

The outside world didn’t exist for us at this moment. 

Just me and Mazin, tangled up in soft whispers and lingering stares.

I glanced over when the waiter stopped by our table, setting down the dessert menu between us, “Everything’s amazing, right?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“So good,” I said, glancing over to Mazin as she hummed in agreement.

“Perfect, let me know if you end up deciding on dessert,” the waiter said before politely stepping away with a smile. 

I reached for the menu, flipping it open to read, “Okay, they have cannolis so we can do those, and then maybe the tiramisu—”

I cut myself short when a loud bang echoed outside. 

The floor beneath us trembled slightly, the sound of shattering glass following immediately after.

My breath caught. “What was—”

Gunshots.

A series of rapid, deafening cracks tore through the restaurant, cutting through the faint Christmas music. 

Screams erupted as everyone nearby ducked under their tables, wine glasses and plates crashing to the floor.

“Mazin—" 

My voice barely left my lips before she moved.

In an instant, Mazin stood from her chair and swiftly flipped the table—grabbing my wrist to pull me down with her behind it. 

My heart pounded heavily in my ears, the warmth that I experienced just seconds ago replaced by pure fear.

It made my hands tremble, unable to process that this was really happening. 

“Everything's okay, just stay low Virelai,” she told me, her voice sharp, commanding. 

The Mazin I knew—the one who teased me or played with my hair until I fell asleep—was gone. 

This was someone else. 

Someone lethal.

Another round of gunfire bursted through the front windows, shards of sharp glass raining down onto the tiled floors.

Mazin’s hand pressed firmly against my back as she peered past the table we were ducked behind, her dark eyes scanning the disheveled restaurant filled with screams and cries. 

She reached under her shirt, and my stomach clenched when I saw the glint of metal. 

A gun. 

“Mazin, what are you—”

“Shh,” she murmured, her focus unyielding, “Just don’t move baby.”

My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I watched her rise slightly, her expression shifting into something calculated. 

More shouting. 

Heavy footsteps pounding against the floor.

Mazin’s jaw tightened.

Then, before I could process anything else—

Another gunshot.

A body hitting the floor.

Mazin moving.

And just like that—

The night wasn’t perfect anymore.

Especially as I eyed the white rose that had been tucked behind my ear.

Except now, it was on the tile floor, scattered among shattered glass—its delicate petals stained with blood.