A Summer Romance

Her head on Fernando’s hard chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, Elina was feeling unusually content, the feeling of his fingers running through her long hair both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

“What are you thinking about?” he broke the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

“Nothing,” she smiled slightly before tilting her head slightly and looking up at him. “Everything.”

“That’s a lot,” he chuckled slightly before leaning forwards and pressing a slow kiss to her forehead.

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly as she trailed her fingers over the skin of his forearm, the script of the shaded tattoo seeming somewhat familiar. “This is that language Tolkien invented, right?” she questioned suddenly.

“Tengwar, yeah,” he confirmed with a slight nod as he watched her tracing the unusual writing.

“What does it mean?” she asked curiously, glancing up at him as she did.

“It’s just my name, Fernando,” he told her, smiling softly as she leaned forwards and pressed a light kiss to the tattooed skin.

“I like it,” she said softly before placing a chaste kiss to his chest and laying her head back down on it, allowing silence to settle between them once again.

However it only lasted for a moment. “I was thinking about the fact that I just went against everything I was preaching just two weeks ago,” she admitted softly.

“I'm pretty sure that I was the last virgin in my group of friends, and if anyone asked me about it, I always said that I was waiting,” she explained slowly, licking her lips. “For what, I don’t know, but probably for it to feel right,” she laughed dryly. “Adam and I had been together for over a year, and he should have been the one to...” she trailed off, trying to not think about how much she was enjoying the way he was gently running his hand up and down the curve of her back.

“He wanted us to go all the way constantly the last...couple of months and something was always stopping me,” she admitted quietly. “He broke up with me because he was tired of waiting, because I wasn't putting out,” she scoffed sarcastically, not missing the way his hand in her lower back pulled her even closer. “Less than a month later, I'm here, in bed, with you, naked,” she said slowly, her eyes trained on a tiny, barely there spot on his chest. “And I didn't even hesitate.”

“Elina...”

“No,” she stopped him before he even managed to voice her whole name. “It’s nothing...it’s not...it just feels weird, strange, that I'm able to let my guard down so completely after knowing you for such a short amount of time,” she said softly. “And I don't even regret it,” she mumbled, realisation dawning on her which caused her to lean over and press his lips against his.

His move catching him off guard, he quickly caught himself and reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair as he pulled her closer, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his own.

Trailing his hands down her back, he surprised her by rolling them over and bracing himself on his forearm he slowly kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck, feeling her hands continue to explore his body like they had done earlier in the morning and the previous evening.

Arching her body closer to him, running her nails over the scratches she’d inflicted on him earlier she suddenly pushed him off her and judging by the surprise and traces of hurt that flashed across his dark eyes he hadn't been expecting it. But opposed to what he was probably thinking, she straddled his hips and grounding herself closer to him she leaned forwards and pressed her lips against his as she sank all the way down on him.

Groaning into the kiss, feeling her wrapped so tightly around him, he dug his fingers into her shapely hips, urging her to move against him.

Everything about the position was unfamiliar, unchartered territories if you will, but she knew enough to know what to do so breaking the kiss she moved into a more sitting position and arching her back she couldn’t keep in the gasp the appeared when he went even deeper into her, reaching places that no one and nothing had ever gone before.

“You okay?” he asked concerned, reaching up and brushing her hair away from her forehead.

“Perfect,” she assured him with a slight nod and a smile as she ran her hands down his chest and slowly started moving against him, rolling her hips.

His grip on her hips increasing as their pleasure increased, he found himself getting closer to the edge a lot quicker than she was. Slowing her down, he sat up, running his up her sides and her back, caressing her soft skin and capturing her lips in a slow kiss.

What they were doing felt a lot more like making love than having sex, but neither of them said anything, just letting the feelings sweep them away as they continued moving against each other.

Tumbling over the edge together, they stayed in the same position, cuddled close together as he leaned back slightly against the headboard, arms wrapped closely around her slick body.

Lazy kisses being exchanged, Elina froze and backed away from him as the slamming of a door echoed through the house. “Is Natalia and Jorge here?” she whispered, sudden realization of where they were washing over her.

“Not anymore,” he smiled up at her, noticing the slight blush that tinted her cheeks.

“They’ve been here the whole morning,” she noted under her breath, feeling a sudden need to cover herself with a sheet.

“I think so, yeah,” he nodded once, grabbing her hands and lacing their fingers together as she attempted to move away from him.

“That is just so...” she trailed off, mortification filling her whole being.

“Hey,” he smiled, catching her eye. “Don't worry about it.”

Momentarily distracted, she allowed him to capture her lips in a slow kiss, at least for the moment forgetting the fact that his brother and probably future sister-in-law had most likely heard her having sex...



Wrapped in a surprisingly thick towel around her body as she stepped out of the shower, she walked over to the mirror above the sink, reaching out and wiping away the fog, Elina looked at herself, scrutinising her appearance. Shaking her head slightly, knowing that it was stupid to think that something drastic had changed about her since the previous afternoon, that it would be obvious what they’d been doing, she pulled the hair tie from her wrist and pulled her damp hair into a bun.

Her fingers falling to her neck, she winched slightly as she touched the marks, the bruises left on her fair skin after the nights, morning’s activities.

“I'm sorry about those,” Fernando announced himself as he stepped into the bathroom, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist before placing tiny, surprisingly soothing butterfly kisses across the irritated skin.

“I’m not going to be able to cover them up,” she noted evenly, finding herself leaning back into his embrace.

“So don't,” he placed a kiss just below her earlobe.

“And have my mom, my stepdad and my brothers know exactly what we did last night? This morning?” she refused to meet his gaze through the mirror.

“Right,” he nodded, reaching up and gently turning her head towards the side before kissing her. “Get ready,” he told her as he dropped his arms from around her walk stepped away from her. “I'm taking you out for food.”

“You know, bribing me with food isn't always going to work,” she pointed out with a wide smile as she watched him walk out of the bathroom, same low-hanging jeans as earlier in the morning giving her a slight peak of dark grey boxer briefs and a whole lot of slightly tanned back. And a few rather impressive scratch marks as well...

Blushing as she for the first time really took note of her own ‘handiwork’ she quickly went back to readying herself to face the world once again.

For years, or not that many actually, but since she’d started thinking about sex in that way, losing her virginity hadn't been something she’d taken lightly, not like some of her friends who seemed like they just couldn’t loose it fast enough. It wasn't that she was saving herself or wanted to wait for her wedding night, she just...she just wanted to be sure that it, the time, was right when she did it.

Apparently she shouldn’t have thought too much about it, it would happened when it was right. But apparently her long-time boyfriend had been wrong...

Shaking her head slightly, she picked up the toothbrush Fernando had given her earlier and began brushing her teeth.

In all honestly, it was a bit strange that whenever Adam had even tried to get into her pants, drunk or not, she’d shut him down, and then...then a Spanish guy named Fernando showed up, pretty much out of nowhere and she had no qualms of sleeping with him even the first night they got anywhere close to that situation...

A slight smile playing across her lips, she finished brushing her teeth and walked out of the bathroom. She had no clothes there so she’d already resigned herself to the fact that she would have to wear the same underwear as the previous day. And picking them up from the floor, she was thankful that she was once again alone in the room.

It was weird, they’d definitely seen each other naked, but she didn't want him around, watching her get dressed again.

Fastening her bra behind her back, she decided that it was official, she was one crazy chick...