𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗦𝗶𝘅

𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗦𝗶𝘅:
Fireworks

❅𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗦𝗶𝘅❅

Later that evening after sleeping quite literally all day, I had to get up so I could get to the mall at a decent time. 

Only because I would need a few hours minimum to figure out what to get Mazin. 

She has everything so I knew I needed to go the more sentimental route. 

"Are you sure Nelli can't wait another thirty minutes?" Mazin asked me as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, running my fingers through my dark hair. 

"I mean, she could—but I'll make sure she knows it's your doing," I purposely said, smirking slightly through the mirror when Mazin gave me a narrowed look, "Do you want to be on her bad side baby?" 

Mazin only glanced down to my body, eyeing the Chanel blazer and jeans that I wore, "It might just be worth it," she murmured, wrapping her hands around my waist and giving it a firm squeeze. 

"I don't know, Nelli's bad side is pretty brutal," I said with a raised brow, glancing down at her fingers kneading into my waist. 

"How brutal?" Mazin said, reaching up to gently guide my hair away from my neck. 

Only to lean down and press a soft kiss to the skin there, sending shivers down my spine. 

"Well for starters," I breathed out, blinking a few times as I unconsciously gripped the cold counter in front of me, "She'll lecture me for being late." 

Mazin grazed her teeth against my skin, "We definitely can't have that," she murmured, running her hand past my waist to the front of my stomach—holding me in place against her body. 

"Yes, and she..." I trailed off, when her hand fingers subtly ran under the waistband of my jeans, keeping her hand firmly in place at my lower stomach, "She'll also keep me out longer if I'm late." 

Mazin placed a kiss below my ear, nipping at my ear lobe, "Oh we definitely can't let that happen," she whispered in my ear, her dark eyes locking with mine through the mirror, "I want you back here with me tonight." 

I felt my face burn up, hearing the insinuation in her tone. 

It was also written all over her face. 

"And why is that?" I decided to ask her, clenching my jaw when she ran her short nails across the skin of my lower stomach. 

"You'll have to see for yourself," Mazin said, her lips twitching up slightly when I narrowed my eyes at her vague response, "Or feel," she subtly whispered in my ear before pulling away from me entirely. 

I let out an annoyed huff, "You are frustrating Mazin," I said, knowing she always did this on purpose. 

She would say and act this way to purposely frustrate me. 

"You're fun to tease," Mazin said with an amused smile, effortlessly winking at me through the mirror as she walked out of the bathroom. 

I rolled my eyes, smoothing down my blazer as I backed away from the bathroom sink. 

"Maybe I should tease you back then," I called out, walking through the bathroom to follow her out to the bedroom. 

"Maybe you should not," Mazin shot back, raising a brow at me in warning, "Or you really won't make it in time." 

I tilted my head in challenge, "Okay, Mazin," I decided to say, walking past her with a growing smile. 

Which naturally confused my girlfriend.

"Virelai," she said, following me out of the bedroom. 

"Yes, Mazin?" I said, briefly glancing over my shoulder to meet her pinpointed stare.

"You have that look on your face," Mazin pointed out as I continued walking down the hallway. 

"Look?" I murmured innocently, furrowing my brows in confusion as we made it to the stairs. 

"I don't want to play games with you," Mazin stated bluntly, following me down the stairs. 

"You shouldn't have started them then," I determined, knowing I would be doing something to get her back for this constant teasing. 

I just don't know what yet. 

"Virelai," Mazin said again as I made it to the bottom of the stairs. 

I hummed in question, grabbing my keys from the front table. 

"Take one of my cars," Mazin suddenly offered, which naturally made me raise a brow. 

But then I quickly realized why she was offering such a thing. 

Especially with the look on her face. 

She's trying to get in my good graces again. 

Something she's irritatingly good at. 

"Okay," I said, walking past her as I firmly patted her shoulder. 

Which managed to make my girlfriend stiffen with an unfamiliar expression on her beautiful face, finally taking a step forward to follow me after remaining stuck in place for a moment. 

And soon we were out in her large garage with numerous luxury cars. 

I wanted the fastest one. 

Perhaps the most expensive one just to worry her. 

I pursed my lips in thought, analyzing every car we passed in the garage. 

Luckily, I'm decently knowledgeable when it comes to cars. 

Otherwise, I wouldn't know that the Ferrari Daytona alone costs over two million dollars. 

"This one," I said, glancing over to Mazin so I could gauge her reaction. 

My girlfriend raised a brow at my choice, remaining silent for a short moment. 

Until she finally pursed her lips together and said—

"Are you sure baby?" 

"I'm positive," I immediately said, my dark eyes trailing her face so openly, noticing her lips pursing further into a line. 

She was hilariously deep in thought. 

"I was thinking the S-Class would be better for—" 

I cut her short with a disappointed sigh, "But I wanted this one baby," I said as I took a step closer to her and ran my hands up her arms, tilting my head back slightly to align our stares, "Please?" I whispered so softly as I held her stare. 

Mazin's jaw clenched slightly as she stared down at me for a moment, remaining silent yet again in deep thought. 

Until she finally forced a nod, letting out a deep sigh as she rolled her shoulders back. 

"Anything for you, Vir," she said almost reluctantly, pulling away from me to go grab the keys from the locked cabinet over near the door. 

I smiled happily as she unlocked the cabinet, grabbing the set of keys that had the shiny Ferrari emblem on it. 

In all honesty, this car wouldn't even be my last option to drive—given I don't normally go for fast cars. 

But this one time is an exception. 

Especially because Mazin's tense silence was very rewarding after how much she had teased me these past few days. 

I swear it's all she does. 

"Thank you, Mazi," I said, taking the keys from her with a content smile. 

She only hummed tightly, watching me precisely as I unlocked the car, pulling the door open for me before I could. 

My brows raised, watching the door rise up instead of opening out like a typical car door. 

"Are you sure you can handle this one baby?" Mazin asked me the one question I knew had been on her mind. 

"Are you doubting me?" I purposely asked her as I slid into the comfortable driver's seat that smelled purely of that new car smell. 

I could tell she barely took this one out. 

"I'm never doubting you," Mazin quickly corrected me, staring down at me in the low driver's seat, "I just want to make sure you're good—I could care less about the car." 

I smiled slightly at her genuine words, "I'll be good," I assured her, earning a nod from Mazin as she leaned down to me for a kiss. 

"I love you," she murmured, briefly kissing my lips as I naturally leaned into her. 

"I love you too," I whispered back, reciprocating her brief kiss before she pulled away from me—carefully lowering the door back down and closing it for me. 

A deep sigh fell from my lips as I faced forward, pressing my foot against the brake and lifting my finger to the button that started the car. 

Which made the car rev loudly as soon I pressed it. 

I could feel the literal vibrations from the engine, staring forward as Mazin stood off to the side entirely unaffected by the loudness. 

Luckily, the deeply tinted windows shielded me from my girlfriend's analyzing dark eyes, carefully putting the car in drive before slowly pushing on the gas. 

Very slowly might I add given how fast this car could go. 

But I swear I felt so comfortable in the driver's seat that molded so perfectly around my body. 

It almost felt like I was in a rocket ship.

A feeling I grew to like as I drove the car past the garage I opened using the button on the visor above—slowly driving past the opening and down the driveway toward the gates. 

Soon, I was past the gates that smoothly opened for me, driving toward the Miami design district where Nelli planned to meet me. 

The entire drive I seemed to grow more content, adjusting to the car that drove so smoothly that it calmed everything inside of me. 

I even managed to speed up a few times to test the speed, which didn't disappoint in the slightest. 

If anything it went a little too fast. 

So I stuck the speed limit, arriving at the design district just as Nelli pulled up—who openly eyed the car I drove. 

Which naturally made me smile as I parked, turning the car off before excitedly getting out to walk over to my best friend. 

"Oh, Maz is sharing her cars with you now?" Nelli said with a growing smile, meeting me halfway as she eyed the sleek black Ferrari, "You and this Ferrari go together so bad." 

I laughed as she pulled me into a hug, "It suits me doesn't it?" I joked with her even if she was entirely serious. 

"It definitely fucking suits you," Nelli didn't hesitate to say as she squeezed me in the hug, "Props to Maz honestly." 

I laughed again, "I wasn't sure she was going to let me take it," I said, walking with Nelli toward the different stores, "How are you and Ronan?" 

Nelli instinctively looped her arm with mine, "We are doing amazing," she said with a growing smile, "It's so weird—he always used to get on my nerves but now it's like I find his annoyingness cute?" 

My smile grew, "I genuinely can't unsee you two now that you're together," I said honestly, earning a few nods from my best friend. 

"Me either—and I think I also never got a real chance to get to know him since I always avoided everyone," Nelli explained as we approached Saint Laurent, "I only ever talked to the adults while you were away and that's sort of when Ronan came around, you know?" 

I pursed my lips, feeling my smile slowly fade, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize—" 

"No-no, because you never asked me to do that," Nelli quickly cut me short before I could apologize, "It was something I chose to do as your best friend—my loyalty always lies with you." 

I nodded a few times, even if I felt bad. 

Mostly for this entire situation, which could've been avoided if I hadn't left so quickly and actually talked it out with Mazin. 

"Okay back to the main objective," Nelli quickly switched the topic with her usual smile, "You need to get Maz the best gift to grace this earth," she said as we entered the Saint Laurent store. 

"Yes... it's just hard when she has everything," I told her as we walked through the lightly packed store. 

"So we go the heart-felt route—along with picking up a few things she would use daily, like a new fragrance maybe," Nelli suggested. 

I nodded at her idea, already glancing around for anything Mazin would possibly like. 

I didn't even bother looking at prices, I just started grabbing things I thought would look good on her or paired well with her style. 

At Saint Laurent, I grabbed her two new leather belts, a wallet, and a new Oud fragrance to add to her collection. 

Then we moved on to Louis Vuitton where I got her a new pair of sunglasses and a new duffel bag for traveling. 

At Dior, I picked up a cute leather bracelet, another fragrance, and then I got her new diamond earrings from the jeweler nearby. 

My last and biggest purchase for her was a Rolex made entirely of pristine black metal, which would be a huge new addition to her collection. 

It was over eighteen thousand, but entirely worth the price tag given she doesn't have a single one like it. 

Luckily, I'm not just on a professor salary, but also what felt like an endless amount of money from my more illegal activities. 

My more heartfelt gift would be something I would have to order and overnight ship, but luckily Nelli helped me place the order immediately and pick up one of the huge details that went with it. 

Once we finished up at the mall, I sent her with the different gifts so Mazin wouldn't see them and left with only the Chanel shopping bag. 

Which was merely a cover for what I actually got at the mall. 

I needed her to believe it was purely a shopping trip for myself. 

I also stopped to grab smoothies for us as another distraction. 

"Mazi," I called out as I entered the house, closing the garage door behind me with my foot. 

I glanced around the empty living area, deciding to head upstairs where I assumed she would be. 

I kept the Chanel shopping bag on my arm along with the Dior bag that I decided to bring with me instead of sending it off with Nelli. 

Mostly because I wanted to give Mazin at least one of the things I picked out for her. 

Which was the Dior Sauvage Oud that I knew she used, knowing a restock wouldn't hurt anything. 

Everything else needs to wait until Christmas though. 

I smiled as soon as I walked into her room, noticing the bouquet of white tulips over on the wide nightstand with a card. 

Naturally, I looked around, wondering where Mazin was as I walked over to the tulips to read the card she left for me. 

I carefully set the shopping bags down along with the two smoothies I sat on the nightstand, grabbing the card from the bouquet to read. 

For my favorite girl in the world.
M.M.

My smile grew as I reread the card over and over again, glancing over when the sliding glass opened and Mazin walked in from the balcony. 

She wore a black sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, her blonde hair up in a messy bun with loose baby hairs framing her perfect bare face.

"There you are," I said, smiling as she walked over to me—setting the half-smoked blunt over on her desk.

She must've been smoking before I got here. 

"Here I am," Mazin said as she approached me, glancing over to the different shopping bags and smoothies, "What do we have here?" she murmured, stopping by me as she slid her arm around my waist and briefly kissed my cheek. 

"I got smoothies for us," I said, smiling wider when she kissed my temple too, "I also got something for you." 

Mazin raised a brow, "I don't like the idea of you spending money," she stated honestly as I reached for one of the smoothies to hand her, "Unless it's mine," she quickly clarified.  

"Well, I love it," I determined as she took the smoothie from me, "Especially when it's spent on you." 

Mazin hummed as she took a brief sip of the strawberry smoothie, "I'm going with you next time," she determined, which meant I would probably never get a chance to swipe my card again. 

Good thing I already got her gifts. 

I'll have to online shop from here on out it seems. 

Mazin can be... persuasive when she wants something. 

Especially when her mind is made up. 

"Do you like it?" I asked, glancing over to the smoothie she drank. 

Mazin nodded a few times, "I love it baby," she didn't hesitate to say, eyeing the Dior bag I reached for on the bed. 

"This one's for you," I whispered with an excited smile, watching as Mazin analyzed the bag before gently taking it from my hand. 

"Thank you beautiful," she said, leaning into briefly kiss my lips. 

"Anything for you," I purposely said, using her own words against her. 

Which earned an amused smile from her, shaking her head as she set her smoothie down on the nightstand to open the Dior bag. 

"It's your favorite scent," I said as she grabbed the black fragrance box from the bag. 

And as soon as a smile grew on her lips, I felt entirely relieved. 

Even if this was a relatively easy gift, given she already has this. 

"Thank you so much baby," she whispered, setting the fragrance box and Dior bag off on the wide nightstand so she could pull me into a full-on hug. 

"Of course," I didn't hesitate to say as I hugged her back, "If it makes you feel any better, I got a new Chanel bag for myself," I said, leaving out the part where I spent thousands of dollars purely on her. 

"How much did you pay for it?" she asked, gently squeezing my waist before pulling back slightly to eye the Chanel gift bag. 

"Uh around twelve thousand, I think," I said, furrowing my brows in thought, "Actually, I think it was eleven thousand," I quickly corrected myself, even if I didn't know fully. 

I simply purchased it as a front, not paying attention to the price tag for once. 

Typically, I'm not big on shopping excessively—but when it comes to Mazin, it felt like an entirely different story. 

"I'll wire over the money to you by tomorrow," Mazin determined, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. 

"No you will not," I mumbled against her lips, pressing my hands against her stomach. 

Mazin only hummed, "Right, of course, baby," she said, gently grabbing my neck to tilt my head further back. 

And before I could argue her point, she deepened the kiss, tugging me closer to her by my belt loops. 

I knew it was her way of distracting me from the current topic, but I honestly never minded her distractions. 

Especially when they involve her soft lips against mine. 

A hum burned in my throat when Mazin nipped at my bottom lip, running my hands under her sweatshirt as she tugged me even deeper into her warm body. 

The kiss was slow and drawn out, especially with Mazin now tracing her tongue against my bottom lip that she had previously nipped—sliding her tongue into my mouth yet again. 

My entire body burned as her hands ran so firmly up my back, one gripping the back of my neck and the other tangling in my hair to softly tug my head further back. 

Which naturally made an unfamiliar whine burn in my throat, digging my short nails into the skin of her stomach for stability. 

 Our lips molded deeper together, sliding my tongue into her mouth with each kiss we shared, our actions growing sloppier and deeper. 

And that's when I felt her guiding me backward, following her lead as the back of my knees met the bed. 

I gripped her bare waist when she gently pushed me back, pulling her down with me as our lips disconnected for barely a second. 

I kicked my loafers off and pushed the Chanel shopping bag off of the bed entirely, wrapping my legs around her body as she settled between my thighs—pressing her lips back to mine. 

"Mazin," I breathed out, sounding beyond desperate as she continued to slide her tongue into my mouth with each kiss—easily making my body burn for more. 

But all she did was continue to kiss me, muffling the hums and whines that unconsciously burned in my throat. 

I tugged at her waist, pulling her closer to me and naturally pressing our most sensitive areas together. 

"Virelai," Mazin breathed against my lips, halting her actions as she pulled back slightly to meet my stare. 

And as her eyes drifted over my flushed face, I managed to grow even more breathless, clinging to her body even tighter. 

"Let's do it," I whispered to her, reaching up to tuck the stray blonde hairs away from her face before gently caressing my hand against her soft cheek, "I want to do it." 

Mazin's stare didn't falter from mine, leaning into my hand against her cheek, "And what is it?" she whispered, clearly wanting to know exactly what I wanted from her. 

"Everything," I said, unsure of the exact thing, "Everything you've ever wanted to do to me." 

Mazin's lips twitched up slightly, "That's a lot of things, Virelai," she said, naturally making my face burn up from her straightforward words. 

"Well... we should do all of those things," I unconsciously whispered, drawing in a deep breath at the various scenarios that popped into my head. 

Specifically us naked. 

"How about one at a time?" Mazin asked me, staring so deeply into my eyes that it somehow made knots physically grow in my stomach. 

"But what if I want it all?" I whispered, feeling myself grow shy as I stared up at her. 

"I'll give you anything you want," Mazin didn't hesitate to assure me, "Let's just start small and if you want more then I'll give you more." 

I nodded, gently caressing my hand against her soft neck, "I would really love that," I admitted in a whisper, feeling my face grow more flushed from this conversation alone. 

"Me too baby," Mazin murmured, her lips twitching up slightly as her dark eyes never wavered from mine. 

But the look behind them was different. 

It wasn't the previous lust darkening her eyes—this time they held the softness of love. 

A look that made everything inside of me melt.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the silent air as I naturally guided her down closer to me. 

"I love you too," Mazin whispered against my lips that she kissed so softly, tracing her fingers across my collarbone before dragging them down the middle of my chest to my stomach, "I want to make love to you," she clarified, her words so soft and genuine as she ran her hand under my blazer. 

And just like that, it felt like fireworks had exploded all in my stomach, sizzling out into the warmth that burned from my body to hers. 

"Let's make love together," I whispered against her lips, pulling her closer to me as she dragged out the deep kisses between us. 

"Let's do it beautiful," she said, trailing kisses past my lips as I tilted my head back further for her touch. 

Which drew down to my jawline, dragging her lips against my skin with each soft and deep kiss. 

I naturally held her closer to me for more support, wanting her as close as possible as we moved into this unfamiliar territory together. 

While Mazin had experienced this all before—it was still a place we'd never been together. 

And I can't wait to finally settle here with her, discovering the hidden parts of each other together.