𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆

𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆:
Sharpies

❅𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆❅

After dinner, Mazin and I headed back downtown to pick up our pots that had finished in the kiln. 

Night had taken over, downtown Miami was as busy as usual, and the city lights were even brighter combined with the Christmas lights. 

All I could focus on was how good I felt. 

I was comfortably full, relaxed by Mazin's driving, and then excited to see our finished pots. 

Luckily, the instructor left us a code to get into the pottery studio given they closed much earlier in the evening. 

But family dinner lasted longer than either one of us could've anticipated. 

"It looks perfect," I said, eyeing the pot that Mazin picked up out of the Kiln that was now off. 

The pots had been resting in there ever since they had been finished earlier. 

"It's more than perfect," Mazin said, now grabbing the other pot we made. 

Meanwhile, I walked over to grab one of the black Sharpies so we could label them. 

And I also had another idea... 

One that I knew I needed to spring on her now before she did it first. 

My heart thumped heavily in my chest—my stomach twisting in excited knots as I dragged the Sharpie tip against the white surface. 

"Mazin," I said, unconsciously whispering due to my sudden nervousness. 

She immediately looked over, "Yes baby?" she asked, taking a step closer to me. 

"Does this... my handwriting, is it cute?" I hesitantly asked the stupid question. 

But it was only an excuse to get her to look. 

Mazin smiled at my question, "I'm sure it is," she said, glancing down to look at it for me. 

At least until she paused. 

Like visibly paused. 

Minus her brows that furrowed. 

Or the large step she took closer to me. 

"Virelai," she said, now gently grabbing the pot from my hand, "Baby," she whispered more under her breath, glancing up to meet my stare. 

"Will you?" I whispered nervously, now assuming she was about to tell me no to a very big question. 

I had written, Will you be mine?

And I'm not sure how I would react if she said no. 

"Of course I will," Mazin didn't hesitate to say, gently setting the pot down and grabbing my waist, "I would love to be yours." 

I immediately let out a deep relieved breath, "You just didn't seem like the happiest, so I wasn't sure," I admitted, smiling unconsciously as I ran my hands up her arms. 

"No-no, I'm very happy, trust me," Mazin quickly assured me, gently squeezing my waist, "I just wanted to be the one to ask you first." 

I hummed, "And I wanted to be the one who asked you," I said, my smile growing when Mazin shook her head at me. 

"I didn't realize this was a competition, professor," Mazin said almost in amusement, subtly leaning down closer to me. 

I tilted my head back slightly, "It technically isn't one," I pointed out, gently grabbing her neck and pulling her down closer to me, "I won." 

And before she could say anything in response, my lips were pressed to hers, curving into her warm body as she ran her hands up my back and impatiently tugged me even closer. 

I was pressed against the nearby table before I could process it, gripping Mazin closer with a gasp muffled by her warm mouth against mine. 

But Mazin only kissed me deeper, sliding her tongue so perfectly past my lips when they had parted. 

I hummed when she kneaded her fingers into my waist and pressed our lower bodies together so perfectly. 

My hands naturally dipped under her shirt, exploring her soft skin that I gripped and kneaded. 

That's when her lips moved past mine, softly grazing my cheek and then trailing kisses down my neck. 

I unconsciously tilted my head back with a deep breathless sigh, running my hands past her bare waist and digging my nails into the soft skin of her back. 

That's when a groan vibrated in Mazin's chest, nipping at my neck in response which easily earned a soft gasp from me. 

"Mazin," I breathed out as she kissed my skin even deeper. 

It was the intention that each kiss held, how her lips moved against my neck with each one—or her tongue that smoothed over my skin. 

My eyes naturally fell closed, feeling heavier than ever as she trailed down to my collarbone that the softness of her tongue smoothed over. 

Which quickly sent a heat burning down my spine, a whine unconsciously vibrating in my throat as I dug my nails even deeper into her soft skin. 

Mazin suddenly let go of my waist—but only to slide her hands down to my thighs that she hooked her hands firmly around. 

And effortlessly lifted me onto the table. 

"Mazin," I said again, but my voice was so much raspier than I had ever heard it. 

It was barely even audible with how breathless I was. 

"Fuck, Virelai," Mazin breathed out, burying her face in my chest as I naturally brought my hands up to cup the back of her head, "We're at a fucking pottery studio right now." 

I let out a deep breathless sigh, "I know," I whispered, feeling my face burn up at what we had just done in a literal public studio. 

Luckily, they're closed but what if someone randomly decided to come in? 

"We can't do this in a pottery studio," Mazin said, her voice muffled against my covered chest, "We also can't do this anytime soon—I want to go slow with you." 

I nodded a few times, "I want you to go slow with me," I admitted in a soft whisper, unsure if I was even ready for intimacy. 

The idea of her even seeing my bare back... or body just terrifies me. 

"But I also want to do more," I suddenly admitted, knowing I craved more. 

That my body wanted more. 

And I just want to do that with her and only her. 

"It feels scary I think," I tried to explain to her, "Like being naked and then you..." I trailed off, blinking a few times as I imagined the scenario. 

A very explicit scenario. 

It made my face burn up terribly. 

"It's okay to feel scared," Mazin didn't hesitate to assure me, leaning away from my chest to meet my stare, "It's a huge step and I want it to be perfect for you."

I wordlessly nodded a few times, gently caressing the back of her neck. 

"And there's no rush—we can take this step when you're ready baby," Mazin said, running her hands up my thighs that she gave a gentle squeeze, "We can even do it in the dark and you can wear whatever you want—I just want you to be comfortable." 

I nodded again, "That's really nice to hear," I whispered, letting out a soft sigh as I rolled my tense shoulders back. 

Mazin hummed, eyeing my face for a moment, "You're beautiful, Virelai," she said, her words so straightforward and honest, which naturally made my blush grow worse, "You're also intelligent, funny, and you have this elegance about you." 

I smiled shyly, "Mazin," I whispered, now nervously playing with my hands in my lap. 

That's when Mazin's warm hands smoothed over mine, giving them a gentle squeeze, "I'm serious, Virelai," she said, her dark eyes never wavering from mine, "Your personality—your presence physically warms me, and I just never want you to assume that I need sex from you." 

I shook my head with a deep nervous breath, "Your words are really beautiful, Mazin," I breathed out, glancing down at my lap to avoid her precise stare. 

It felt like she was saying so much, and I wasn't saying enough.

Mazin gently squeezed my hands in hers, "You're the muse, so you get all the credit baby," she said, gently grabbing my chin to align my stare back with hers, "Sex is nothing—everything is nothing when I have you, and I need you to know that." 

I ran my arms around her upper torso, nodding a few times, "I know that, Mazin, I promise," I assured her, pulling her closer for a hug. 

Which she didn't hesitate to reciprocate, running her arms around my waist as she buried her face in my chest with a deep sigh. 

And then it was quiet between us for a few moments. 

Comfortably quiet actually. 

Especially as I gently played with her hair, occasionally pressing a few soft kisses to the top of her head. 

But eventually, we pulled back, briefly kissing before she helped me down from the table so we could grab our pots and leave. 

Back to her place specifically since she wanted me to stay the night with her. 

The drive was perfect, especially as I held her hand in mine, balancing the pots on my lap as I stared forward with genuine happiness. 

I'm so happy she said yes. 

That she's now mine. 

We're... dating. 

Something my younger self wouldn't believe in a million years if I told her. 

"I got the pots baby," Mazin said, gently grabbing them from my lap so I could slide out of the car. 

"Thank you," I whispered as she closed my car door—earning a hum from her as we walked through the large garage toward the door. 

Until soon I stepped into the familiarness of her house, inhaling the comforting scent as we walked into the kitchen. 

Where a bouquet of white tulips sat. 

Along with a black Chanel box, a bright orange Hermès box, and then a smaller Louis Vuitton box. 

"Mazin?" I said almost in confusion, wondering when she did this. 

Now it makes sense why she wanted me to stay the night with her. 

"Open it baby, it's all for you," Mazin told me as she carefully set the pots down on the counter. 

I hesitantly took a step forward, still processing that she had gotten all of this for me. 

"You really didn't have to do all of this," I tried to tell her as I reached for the Chanel box first, feeling my stomach tie in excited knots. 

"I did have to do this—you deserve it and more," Mazin didn't hesitate to say, walking over closer to me. 

I shook my head with a smile at her words, "This is too much," I whispered, gently pulling the white ribbon around the Chanel box as Mazin ran her arms around my waist from behind. 

"Oh it's not even close to enough for me," Mazin whispered, resting her chin against my shoulder as she watched me open the box. 

And inside was the most beautiful grey Chanel bag with silver hardware. 

"Oh my god, I love this so much Mazin," I whispered with a growing grin. 

This would match all of my silver jewelry. 

"I know you prefer silver over gold," Mazin murmured, pressing a brief kiss to my shoulder, "Look inside." 

I immediately reached for the leather flap that I gently opened, analyzing the inside of the purse. 

Where I quickly noticed the stitched leather patch on the inside. 

Which read, Chanel today, us forever?

"I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend, but you managed to beat me to it by a literal half hour," Mazin explained, which immediately made a smile grow on my lips. 

We ironically had the same idea.

"This is so cute, Mazin—I love it so much," I told her, rereading the words over and over again, "I can't wait to use it and always think of you," I whispered in excitement. 

"I can't wait too beautiful," Mazin said, gently squeezing my waist. 

I pursed my lips as I lowered the bag, turning my head slightly to meet her dark eyes, "I'm really sorry I ruined your plan... mine was last minute and yours is so—" 

"Yours was perfect and so fucking cute," Mazin quickly cut me short before I could finish, "Gift-giving is just my love language baby." 

I nodded a few times, but even still I couldn't help the remorse that ate at me. 

Especially because she planned all of this for me. 

"I still feel bad—and you know, I'm really appreciative of all this," I told her in a soft whisper, still holding her dark eyes. 

Mazin smiled slightly as she eyed my face, "I know you're appreciative baby, trust me," she didn't hesitate to assure me, motioning her head over to the remaining boxes, "Now open more for me please? I like watching your reaction."

A smile grew on my lips, nodding a few times, "Of course," I whispered, gently setting the Chanel bag down in the box that I carefully slid aside. 

Next, I opened the orange Hermè's box, which revealed the cutest furry brown Oran sandals. 

And then last were the chocolates Mazin had managed to get me from Louis Vuitton. 

Along with the tulips that I smelled, smiling so wide that my cheeks grew sore. 

"Okay, we have to try them together," I said as I grabbed one of the small chocolates from the box. 

"Anything you want," Mazin said, picking up one of the chocolates to try with me. 

I smiled happily, bringing the chocolate to her lips instead of mine. 

Which immediately made Mazin smile, bringing the chocolate to my lips too so I could take a bite. 

And as soon as I took one, so did she, chewing the sweet caramel chocolate as I did the same. 

I swear it was so perfect and velvety. 

"It's so good," I whispered, humming as I chewed the chocolate, "Thank you for everything." 

Mazin smiled even wider at me, "Of course," she murmured, leaning down to briefly kiss my lips, "But you never have to thank me." 

I forced a fake frown as she pulled back slightly, "I can't help it," I mumbled, setting the chocolate down. 

"Well, we're going to change that," Mazin determined, setting her piece of chocolate down too, "Now let's do showers and go to bed—I really want to hold you." 

I laughed slightly as she gently grabbed my hand and pulled me away, "You're so cute," I said as we walked through the house. 

"You're cuter—come here," Mazin said, suddenly leaning down. 

And lifting me into her arms entirely, which made me gasp slightly before inevitably laughing, running my arms around her neck as she ascended the stairs. 

Until soon we were in her bedroom, heading over to the bathroom where she gently lowered me down to stand. 

Then she focused on starting the shower and grabbing clothes for me to shower first while she cleaned everything up downstairs. 

But I swear all I could think about while I showered was her, and just seeing her again once I got out. 

I officially never want to be separated from her again. 

I just don't know how that would ever be possible.