𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗢𝗻𝗲

𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗢𝗻𝗲:

Snowboarding

❅𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗢𝗻𝗲❅

The next morning, I was surprisingly awake before Mazin.

It was peacefully quiet, the only sounds were Mazin's soft breaths against my neck as our bodies remained tangled together.

There was a soft velvety warmth between our bodies as I stared out at the perfect mountain view.

The sky was blue with barely a cloud in sight—the sun shining so bright that it looked warm.

But I knew it was undoubtedly cold.

I turned my head slightly, eyeing my sleeping girlfriend.

How her perfect brows were relaxed and her soft lips were barely parted.

Her lashes fanned across her skin, her soft blonde hair in messy waves fanning across the pillow behind her.

She looks so cute right now.

My lips drifted up as I leaned in closer to her, barely grazing my lips against hers.

I couldn't help myself, I had to kiss her right now.

Mazin suddenly stirred from her sleep with furrowed brows when my lips met hers, softly kissing her a few times in a row.

She let out the cutest tired sigh when I began kissing her cheek, tightening her arms around my waist as she stirred further from her sleep.

My smile grew as I kissed her again, feeling her kiss me back.

"Good morning," I whispered against her lips, sliding my leg between hers as I pressed my body even closer to her.

"Good morning," Mazin said, her voice raspy and deeper than usual.

I love her morning voice.

"How did you sleep?" I asked her as I kissed her lips again.

Mazin lazily hummed, "I don't know, I'm still sleeping," she hilariously murmured, briefly kissing my lips.

"Well, I slept amazing, thank you for asking," I decided to say with an amused smile that she couldn't see with closed eyes, running my hands under her baggy t-shirt that had ridden up slightly.

Butterflies shot through my stomach as soon as her tired eyes fluttered open, her stare locked on me.

"How did you sleep, Virelai?" she purposely asked me even if I had already told her.

"Really great—I like the fluffy pillows and the bed is really nice too," I said with a growing smile, especially when Mazin rolled her eyes at me, "You don't roll your eyes at me—I roll mine at you," I quickly corrected her behavior with a fake serious tone.

"You do roll yours at me," Mazin said, her lips twitching up slightly as she eyed my face, "I just prefer it when I'm on top of you."

I shook my head at her, feeling my face burn up, "Of course, you would say that," I mumbled, making my girlfriend's amusement grow, "You wouldn't like it if I was on top of you?" I decided to ask her with a raised brow.

"I love anything you do," Mazin didn't hesitate to say as she openly held my stare, somehow knowing the right answer to everything.

I hummed, suddenly pulling away from her body, which naturally confused my girlfriend.

At least until I gently pushed her from her side onto her back.

Then I happily shifted closer to her, sliding my leg over her body as I laid up from the bed.

I was officially on top of her, my legs straddling her body as she ran her hands up my bare thighs.

"I like this view a lot," Mazin murmured, playing with the hem of my silky pajama shorts.

I lifted my arm behind my body to her waistband, "I think mine is better," I decided to say, caressing my fingers under the hem of her pajama shorts.

Which naturally made my girlfriend raise a brow, sliding her hand past my loose shorts and—

"Mazin," I breathed out, shifting against her fingers pressed against my clit.

"You aren't wearing underwear," Mazin said in observation, eyeing my burning face.

I subtly slid my hand past her waistband and underwear, mimicking my girlfriend's actions, "I didn't think I needed to," I said honestly, knowing our dynamic well enough now.

"Good girl," Mazin said in response, her praise genuine and her eyes never leaving me.

Which was enough to make shivers run down my spine as I stared down at her with my fingers pressed against her wetness.

An uncontrollable moan vibrated in my chest as soon as she began rubbing my clit—naturally making my body arch into her touch.

I mimicked her actions again, rubbing her clit just as she did mine and earning a beautiful moan from my girlfriend.

Especially when we sped our pace up together, rocking our hips into each other's touch as Mazin ran her hand under my shirt.

My moans grew breathless as she smoothed her hand up my stomach—cupping one of my breasts and rubbing her thumb against my hardened nipple.

Pleasure surrounded me as I tried my best to focus, sliding my hand under her shirt and cupping one of her breasts just as she had done mine.

Then I matched her pace, flicking and rubbing her hardened nipple as I continued rubbing her clit that quickly grew wetter for me.

"Fuck, Virelai," Mazin breathed out as a whine fell from my lips, feeling her slide two fingers directly into me.

My chest rose and fell with each breath and moan that fell from my lips, slipping two of my fingers into her as I matched her actions entirely.

Our moans and whimpers burned together in the air, keeping our actions slowed and patient as we basked in this moment of pleasure together.

Until Mazin tensed under me first, her eyes rolling closed as her orgasm washed over her.

It was a sight that I openly took in, trying my best to fight my own orgasm away.

But Mazin had other plans.

She went quicker and harder.

Each thrust hit my spot directly, making my legs tremble on either side of her body as I tried to cling to my sanity.

But once Mazin's orgasm had faded, her dark eyes were open and focused back on me.

"Virelai," Mazin's tone held a warning, letting go of my breast to grab my waist and hold me in place, "Stop fighting it, baby."

I clenched my jaw when she hit my spot again with a slower and more controlled stroke, "I wanted to see you," I tried to force out, feeling myself quickly crumble away from her touch.

Especially when she let go of my waist to guide my hand away from her core, causing me to slide my fingers out of her despite my own desires.

Then I had nothing to focus on.

I didn't have her to focus on.

"Come for me," Mazin said, her voice firm and demanding as she stared up at me.

A moan tore from my lips as I arched even deeper into her touch—feeling everything explode with warmth around me.

Until that was it.

My orgasm shot through my body.

"Mazin-Mazin," I pleaded as my hips bucked forward, crumbling down into her body entirely.

Mazin continued her pace as I buried my face in her neck, muffling my moans and whimpers as I rode out my orgasm.

"There you go," Mazin whispered into my ear as I tightened even more around her fingers, breathing rapidly as I hit the peak of my orgasm.

Until it abruptly washed away, leaving me breathlessly panting.

Mazin gently kissed my cheek as she carefully slid out of me, causing me to slide my aching legs down and stretch them out.

I let out a breathless sigh as I settled on top of Mazin's body, keeping my legs between hers.

It was calmly silent between us for a few short moments as Mazin caressed my lower back, occasionally kissing my cheek or temple.

These moments were always the best to me.

"We need to make it down to breakfast before it ends baby," Mazin softly whispered into my ear.

I nodded a few times, slowly pulling back from her which allowed Mazin to briefly kiss my lips.

"I don't want to get dressed like that," I sighed, briefly kissing her lips back before I pulled away from her entirely.

"Then we won't," Mazin said, emphasizing the we part which naturally made me smile as we got out of bed together to walk over to the closet, "We'll just pull on sweats."

I nodded immediately at the idea, "Sounds perfect," I determined as she grabbed two of her sweatshirts for us to wear and also two pairs of sweatpants.

I genuinely think Mazin packed extra clothes just for me to wear.

"Ready?" Mazin asked me as I adjusted the sweatpants and sweatshirt of hers that I borrowed.

I nodded a few times, "Ready and hungry," I emphasized, now feeling the emptiness of my stomach.

Mazin smiled at my words as we walked out of the closet and through our room to head toward the elevators.

I imagined everyone would be downstairs eating breakfast or at least finishing up breakfast.

But no one was to be found.

Aside from the other people staying at the hotels—some of them were from the different gangs who flew in given there's a Christmas event here in Aspen.

Dove was also finishing up her breakfast.

Apparently, Mazin invited her a while back and she decided to still come.

I just look at her differently ever since I saw her snorting coke in a bathroom.

After getting our breakfast, we later found out that everyone was already out at the slopes.

Which we both found rude given we didn't get the memo.

At least until we checked our phones which had been on Do Not Disturb.

There was a group chat made just for our stay here in Aspen so we could keep updated.

"Okay everyone is over at the more experienced slope but Ronan is with Nelli at the bunny slope trying to teach her," Mazin told me as I finished slicking my hair back into a low bun with a middle part.

I laughed as I set the brush down, "I bet Nelli is irritated by now," I said, knowing she never did anything in the snow.

She had always gone on these trips but refused to go out and be in the snow.

Ronan had actually managed to convince her.

"Yeah Ronan sent an SOS gif in the chat," Mazin laughed as she walked into the bathroom already ready to go.

Her blonde hair was slicked into a low bun just like mine, wearing a black Moncler jacket with matching snow pants and boots.

I matched her in black, wearing the shiny Moncler coat she bought me with numerous layers of black leggings and a pair of snow pants with Moonboots.

"We look so good matching," Mazin said, now eyeing us in the mirror with a smile.

I felt my lips twitch up as I glanced over to the mirror, noticing the only thing that set us apart was her light hair and my dark hair.

"I love it," I whispered as Mazin slid her arm around my waist and pulled me close.

"Me too beautiful," she said, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

I hummed contently, feeling beyond excited to try snowboarding.

Even if I knew it would be harder than it looks.

I'm definitely going to fail a few times.

Or maybe a few hundred times.

I could barely walk out of the hotel itself without waddling.

But these snow pants are big and heavy, so it's really fucking hard to walk.

Mazin managed to laugh at me the entire time, seemingly accustomed to walking in snow pants along with the inches of snow that made it even harder for me.

"Baby," Mazin laughed again, causing me to stop walking in the snow with a pout.

"I don't want to anymore," I mumbled childishly.

Mazin shook her head, trying to fight away her laughing, "I'm sorry-I'm sorry, you're just so cute and..." she trailed off, drawing in a deep breath to fight her laughter better, "I'll carry you the rest of the way," she quickly offered to make up for her laughing.

"But you're carrying the boards too," I pointed out, motioning down to the large snowboards.

Those had to be heavy.

"You just get on my back—the ski lift isn't much farther," she said, motioning past the snowy path that random people were walking up.

Some of them seemed to have issues with walking so that made me feel a little bit better.

"I hate the snow," I sighed as Mazin faced away from me and leaned down.

I carefully lifted my leg, gripping onto her shoulders when I felt my foot on the ground slide slightly.

"Virelai, please be careful," she said, even if I could hear the urge to laugh in her tone.

"I'm trying but it's slick right he—"

I was cut short by my own yelp and Mazin's gasp, falling back into the snow as I unconsciously held onto Mazin's shoulders.

Which pulled her back and on top of me.

The snowboards had gone flying behind us, landing somewhere in the snow.

"Virelai," Mazin said, and I could hear by the unsteadiness in her voice that she wanted to laugh.

I couldn't see her face given she had landed with her back against me but I knew she was trying to purse her lips so she wouldn't laugh.

But you know... this is a little funny.

Or maybe a lot.

I shook my head, laughing against my own will as Mazin immediately laughed with me, rolling off of me into the snow.

"This is so embarrassing Maz," I said between laughs, clutching my stomach as she laid beside me laughing just as hard.

"I really hope they have cameras—I need to see this," Mazin breathed out, throwing her head back with a deeper laugh.

"We're never making it up there," I forced out, laughing even harder as I squeezed my burning eyes closed.

It was a steady five minutes that we were in our laugh attack, not even caring about the people passing by us.

We just laid there, laughing until our stomachs physically hurt and we couldn't force out another laugh even if we tried.

Mazin stood up first, dusting herself off before helping me up as well.

Then she grabbed the snowboards for us and offered to carry me again, which somehow made me laugh again, shaking my head no as I told her not to look at me.

Or else we would end up laughing uncontrollably again.

Luckily, after fifteen more minutes of slow and careful walking through the snowy path, we had made it to the ski lift where the landing was cleared of snow and easy to stand on as we waited.

The ride up the mountain was very beautiful and there was a nice view—it just wasn't as long since we were only going to the bunny slope where we immediately spotted Ronelli.

Yes, me and Mazin made a ship name for Nelli and Ronan.

I think it's cute because it sounds like a type of pasta.

"I'm not snowboarding anymore," Nelli said as we approached them both.

Ronan was standing while Nelli sat in the snow with her goggles up and an irritated look on her face.

"Oh come on, you're already done?" I said as Mazin and I stopped in front of them.

"I've failed every other time," Nelli said blankly.

"Nels remember you can't succeed without fail—"

"Ronan shut up," Nelli cut him short, with a narrowed look.

And I already knew she was beyond her limit, especially since she's not that great at this.

There's nothing she hates more than trying something over and over again and not getting it right.

I think I would be irritated too, mostly because it's cold out here and snow in general is hard to maneuver.

I'll probably only last an hour honestly.

"Just one more try," Mazin tried to convince my best friend, "You can try a few times with Virelai."

I smiled brightly when Nelli glanced over to me skeptically, remaining silent for a few moments.

Until she finally nodded once, earning a deep relieved sigh from Ronan.

It was hilarious to see him this on edge by my best friend knowing he does a lot of illegal things for a living.

"I just need to get strapped now," I said, motioning to the snowboard in Mazin's hand.

Which she put down in the snow to help me get prepared—but not without an amused look on her face.

"What is it now, Mazi?" I mumbled with a blank look.

"Nothing, just your... choice of words," she briefly explained, lowering her voice between us as she grabbed my hands.

I furrowed my brows at her words as I tightly held her hands, lowering down to sit down in the snow.

Where I paused.

Because her words—or mine suddenly clicked.

Strapped.

I needed to...

Oh my god.

"You have such a dirty mind, Mazin," I whispered to her, my tone scolding as she chuckled at me, leaning down to help me get snapped into my snowboard.

Not strapped.

I can never use that word around her apparently.

"You ready for this, baby?" Mazin asked me.

"Not at all," I said honestly as I watched her grab my snowboard.

She laughed, angling my board in the snow in front of me, "You're gonna be fine. You have good balance, and you're flexible," she added almost with insinuation.

I rolled my eyes at her inappropriate words, "That doesn't mean I won't die," I said, choosing to ignore her previous insinuation.

Mazin rolled her eyes, helping me snap my boots in, "You're not gonna die," she said.

I wasn't convinced.

I stared down at the bindings as she tightened them, making sure they were secure before glancing up at me.

"Okay, now just stand," my girlfriend told me.

I tried.

Instantly, I felt unsteady, my body wobbling forward before I gripped onto Mazin's arms like my life depended on it.

"Okay, no. This is a terrible idea," I quickly said.

"See!" Nelli called out as she stood stiffly on her own board with Ronan steadying her in place.

Mazin's laugh was warm, her hands firm as they held me steady, "You just have to get used to it," she told me.

"Or I could just watch you," I offered the excellent idea.

I would love to just watch her.

"Virelai," she said my name in that way that made me want to listen to her, her dark eyes locked on mine like she was convincing me with a simple look, "I promise you, if you really hate it after five tries, we can stop."

I sighed, glancing down at my feet, which were now locked to this board of death.

"Fine," I mumbled reluctantly.

Mazin's smile grew, and I hated how much I liked it at this moment.

She guided me over to the smallest slope, standing in front of me so I wouldn't just go flying off into the unknown.

"Bend your knees a little and keep your weight centered," she instructed, demonstrating for me. "Try not to lean too far back or forward. Just relax into it."

I inhaled, attempting to do as she said, though relaxing was not exactly happening.

"Okay, now just... let yourself slide forward," Mazin instructed me as Ronan stood off with Nelli instructing her in his own way.

I hesitated, "I feel like this is bad advice," I whispered to her, my stomach tripling with nerves.

"Trust me," Mazin said.

I always did.

Taking a breath, I shifted my weight ever so slightly forward—

And immediately felt myself move.

Panic surged through me as I tried to correct it, but instead of gliding smoothly as Mazin had said, I overcompensated and lost control.

The next thing I knew, I was hitting the snow with a thud.

A short silence followed before I let out a groan, "I hate this."

Mazin was laughing again, crouching next to me as she brushed some snow off my face, "I'm sure you lasted longer than Nelli did her first time," she assured me.

"Shut up," Nelli called from a few feet away where she was back on her ass again.

I pouted up at Mazin, "I don't think snowboarding is for me," I tried to convince her, softening my eyes in a way that would always get me my way with my parents.

Specifically, my dad.

Mazin cupped my face with gloved hands, tilting my chin up so I'd look at her, "One more time? For me?" she asked, her tone and perfect dark eyes somehow convincing me even better than I could with her, "I technically still have that debt to collect from you."

I sighed, pretending to be annoyed, but I already knew I was going to do whatever she asked regardless of the debt I owed her from that secret she shared.

"Fine. But if I fall again, you're carrying me back," I said, even if I knew there was no way in hell I would be able to ride on her back.

Not with how we had fallen last time.

Mazin's lips twitched up in amusement, "Deal," she told me.

I sighed, bracing myself as she helped me up again.

Then it was time to try again, and my second attempt was sort of better.

Which I found annoying, mostly because it made me want to keep trying until I finally got it.

I also wanted to make my girlfriend proud.

"There you go—there you go, relax baby," Mazin called out as I tried my best to remain steady, gliding down the small snowy slope.

A smile lit up on my face when I successfully made it to the end, falling back to sit in the snow since I still didn't know how to stop.

"That was perfect baby—you were perfect!" Mazin yelled out from the top of the slope.

I grinned as I stared up at her, watching her make her way down the short slope on her snowboard.

Nelli had also attempted again as well.

And this time she got it.

She finally got it.

We both got it.

"I'm so fucking proud of you beautiful," Mazin immediately said as she kneeled down to me and kissed my lips.

My grin widened as I briefly kissed her back.

"I did it—see! In all of your fucking faces!" Nelli called out as she stopped at the bottom, knowing how to stop better than I could.

"It's not a competition Nels," Ronan chuckled as he made his way down the snowy slope toward her.

"Well, if it was, I won," Nelli happily said to herself as she and Ronan began taking off their boards.

"You definitely won, Nelli," I assured my best friend, helping Mazin unstrap my feet from my board before we worked on hers next.

Then it was time to head back to the hotel for the hot chocolate that Mazin mentioned.

I was so excited to get rid of this bulky snowsuit and be in the warmth again—preferably near a fireplace.

Which Mazin made sure to find for us in the lobby upon hearing me mention it.

Then she and Ronan went to grab us hot chocolates from the nearby stands.

Our thick puffer jackets and snow pants were draped over the couches surrounding the modern fireplace, wearing the black long-sleeve and leggings that I wore underneath.

Which Mazin matched me with.

Nelli wore a brown Skims long-sleeve with smooth leggings while Ronan wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Christmas music played lightly in the background as I sat beside my best friend, waiting for our hot chocolate as we conversed about various topics.

Until she brought up the one I had specifically been avoiding.

"Did you ever find out whose phone that was at your apartment?"

I quickly shook my head, "No and it's really not a big deal honestly," I quickly said, hoping we could just leave the topic alone.

"It was probably Maz's—maybe she keeps a flip phone, or isn't that technically a burner phone?" Nelli asked me as I stared at the calm fire.

"What about a burner phone?"

It was my girlfriend's voice, walking around the couch with Ronan as they held two hot chocolates in each of their hands.

My heart physically fell to my stomach, realizing this was about to come to light right now.

Something I had explicitly kept from her.

"Are you talking about the one at Vee's place?" Ronan asked, making me internally face-palm myself.

I quickly shook my head as Mazin sat next to me, her dark eyes locked on me, "No there wasn't—"

"What was at Virelai's place?" Mazin asked, cutting me short before I could possibly shut the topic down.

Fuck.

She can't find out—she's going to be so mad at me for lying.

I don't want her to be mad at me.

"Nothing," I said before Ronan or Nelli could say anything, which naturally made the air grow with this awkwardness.

I quickly noticed my best friend nudge Ronan, seeing the expression on my face that she knew meant for her to be quiet.

To not talk about this topic further.

"What was at my girlfriend's place?" Mazin asked again, setting the hot chocolates down on the table, "Or would my girlfriend like to answer that question for me?"

I shook my head, "It was nothing, Mazin—"

"I haven't determined it's nothing," Mazin cut me short, her dark eyes burning into my face even as I unconsciously avoided her stare.

I let out a deep sigh, briefly glancing over to Nelli and Ronan who were awkwardly staring forward at the fireplace as they sipped on their steaming hot chocolate.

Which I knew was burning their mouths, but anything to keep them from contributing to this conversation.

Even I didn't want to contribute to this conversation—already feeling so fucking anxious at the slight idea of it.

It made my hands tremble slightly, pressing them together as I stared forward.

"There was a phone left at my apartment before we left for Aspen," I whispered, my words rushed and stuck together as my heart pounded in my chest.

Especially when Mazin remained silent.

Almost stiffly silent.

But I refused to meet her stare.

I refused to see how she was looking at me right now.

I feel like she's upset.

I don't want her to be upset.

"Virelai," I heard her suddenly say.

Her voice was calm.

Almost forcefully calm.

I could hear the subtle irritation behind it.

"Let's take this conversation somewhere privately," Mazin said, standing from the couch before I could tell her no or try to convince her that this wasn't a big deal.

But I understand she doesn't want to discuss this in front of Nelli and Ronan.

It would probably be awkward for them.

I stood from the couch with a soft sigh, "I'll uh see you guys later," I whispered, walking past Mazin before I could begin to meet her stare.

This is so fucked.