"Willow? Willow? Fucking answer me! Are you okay?"

I do hear him, I'm just too busy crying. Dane's leaving? Today?

"When? How late?" I choke out. He sighs, probably relieved I'm not dead. "Less than a half hour. Willow, he's leaving. I know it's all not how you wanted it to work out, but it just is this way. Go on, open your heart for others. Dane and you are over."

No. No, we're not.

I hang up and run downstairs. "Dad! Dad!" I yell, then hear him rushing towards me. "What?" He sounds confused. "I need your car, please," I cry. He frowns and grips my shoulders. "Willow, why? What's wrong? You can't drive like this."

I slump in his arms. "But Dane is leaving! He's flying to America! I need to stop him," I sob. Something flashes behind his eyes and he picks me up, running to his car.

"Which airport?" he asks, starting the engine. "The one in Ostend," I cry. He side glances me. "That's not far from here, we live in Ostend, Willow. Just ten minutes, okay?"

I nod, still sobbing. I notice he's driving faster, and I'm thankful for it. In less than ten minutes we're on the parking, and I rush out. "Good luck!" he calls after me.

I run inside. Once in, I look up at those big boards with the destinations. America, America, America... There! 10:45, that's still five minutes. I can stall make it.

Gate 2! I turn around and runs that side. I feel my asthma starting to block me, but I inhale my puffer while running. 

I keep running, knowing I can't slow down. I run and run and run, until I see the gate. And the people who are attending it. "Dane!" I shout, but my voice is silent from panting. Almost no one else is here anymore, how does he not hear me?

"Dane!" I shout again, now louder. I don't see him, so I run further down the hall. And then I see him. He's carrying his bag on one shoulder, and he's facing the windows. Since I'm seeing him sideways, I see his eyes are puffy and red.

I slowly approach, relieved he's not attending yet. But then he turns to the entrance of the plane. 

No no no! Not now, not when we almost made it.

"Dane!" I yell, at the top of my lungs. He stiffens, but doesn't turn around. I run to him, but stop a few feet behind him. "Dane?" 

He slowly turns around, eyes wide. I see tears in them. "Just fucking leave, Willow. Don't make this any harder," he snaps and turns around again. He marches to tho doors, but I stop him with my voice.

"You don't want to listen to me?"

He turns around again, now furiously taking long strides towards me. He's in my face now, angrier than I've ever saw him. "And why would I listen? Why would I give you the chance, when you don't even let me finish my sentence?" he yells.

I gulp and look down, feeling the tears stream down my cheeks. "B-because..." I stutter. Yeah, why would he? "Because what, Willow? Because you're the special one? Because you can get everything, just because you're the sister of Jack Graey? Because you're the daughter of Stan Graey? Or perhaps because you were dating me?"

His words cut me in half. Were dating?

I sob, hiding my face in my hands. "No! Because I love you," I cry out. He scoffs. "Ha! I didn't feel any of that yesterday," he bites back. And then he continues,"By the way, I'd stop loving me. If you still do. I'm moving to America, since nothing's keeping me here. I should have known one girl can't keep you from the rest of your life."

"But, Dane, what we had -have- is real," I sob. His jaw tenses and he looks down. "I guess it wasn't, Willow. For me, yeah. But for you? It was always doubting me, doubting if I would choose you. And I did, every fucking time. But I'm done with it. I can't choose someone who always doubts me."

His words break me again. Oh gosh, I was such a bad girlfriend. I cover my chest with my arms, hugging myself. I feel embarrassed, knowing he's right.

"I-I'm sorry," I softly whisper. He scoffs again. "Sorry isn't enough. And I have to go now, or I'll miss my flight. Goodbye, Willow. Best of luck for you," he says, and I look back up. 

He has turned around, and is walking away from me. "Goodbye, Dane," I whisper after him. 

So this is it? This is how our love ends, and there's nothing I can do?

"If you don't turn the fuck back, I'm rebuilding that face," a person behind me growls. I look beside me, seeing Jack standing there, pointing at Dane and panting heavily. I notice the others somewhere in the beginning of the gate.

Dane stops walking again, but doesn't turn. "I have nothing left to say," he  casually shrugs, then takes another step towards the doors. "Dane," I whimper," please."

He groans, letting his head slump. "No. I can't handle it anymore," he says, and I hear pain in his voice.

I desperately clinge to the fact he stopped walking. Yet, I shouldn't have. "My plane will take off. Goodbye," he sighs, and then leaves through the doors.

I collapse on the ground, crying. He left. "Willow, I'm so sorry," Jack whisper, kneeling down next to me. I shake my head, shutting him off.

"Just... stop. I only need him right now," I cry. He sighs, standing up again. "I'm getting Dad." I ignore him.

After a few moments, I feel someone behind me. I expect it to be Dad, and I slump against him. "D-Dad, I lost him," I sob. He lets a hand go through my hair when I cry into his leg, which is in front of my face. He's kneeling next to me, softly comforting.

"What happened?" he asks, and I sob. "H-he left me. I tried to talk to him, but he was too m-mad and then he left through the d-doors," I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying.

"Wait... why aren't you kissing and hugging and making up?" He sounds confused. I'm seconds away from yelling," Because he fucking left, Dad," as I hear it.

"That's what I'm asking myself too."

My teary eyes widen a bit, but they're too tired from crying. So I turn around, panting, still on the floor. 

And there's Dane.

Standing in front of the doors, which are closing behind him. He throws his backpack on the floor and runs to me. I try to get up, my legs are too wobbly.

He doesn't care. He scoops me up and hugs me tightly. I cry out again, my shoulders shaking violently. He wraps my legs around his waist, then he buries my face in his neck. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean it. I love you, I won't leave. Please forgive me," he whispers, and I notice he's crying too. I tighten my arms around his necks, and don't plan on releasing him any time soon. 

I'm still sobbing when I feel him moving. He bends down, picking up his backpack, and then walks somewhere else. I don't care where, as long as I don't have to let him go. 

I clutch to him some more, in case he's walking towards the gate again. Bu when I open my tired eyes for a second, I see he's walking away from it. I sigh relieved and close my eyes again, feeling like I finally can relax again.

"Are you riding with me, Dane?" I hear my dad ask. Dane doesn't answer, but I feel him get into the car. I'm straddling him now, still clutching to him.

He softly tries to release me, to gently push me backwards, but I yelp and hold him tighter. "No," I whimper. "Please don't."

"Willow, I'm not leaving you. I'm here, and we'll always stay together. Not even universities can draw me away from you, not even a small fight," he promises me. I sob again.

"I-I'm sorry. I can change," I choke out. "I will never doubt again, I promise. I trust you, I love you." His hands cup my face, making me look at him. "I know, baby. Just calm down, that's what you have to change. for the rest, there's nothing you have to change."

I hug him tightly again when I hear Dad say something. "I'm proud of you, kids. I'm so relieved history doesn't repeat again."

Me too, Dad, me too. Like you wouldn't believe.

Dad parks, and Dane gets out. I cinge to him, though I know he won't let go of me. "C'mon, baby. Let's settle down," he whisper. I nod, and feel another sob come from my chest. He cups the back of my head. 

"Ahw, don't cry. Not anymore. It's all good now. I want happy Willow now, not sad Willow, okay?" I sniffle and nod.

He sits down on the couch, and turns me around. I'm now sideways tucked to his chest, caged in his arms. I bury my face in his chest. 

"Thank you," I whisper. I feel him stiffen. "Nope. Ain't doing this, Willow. You're not thank me for whatever it is you think you need to thank me for. I'm not accepting it," he says stern. "B-but-" "No. Stop it," he whispers, caressing my cheek.

I can't help but feel bad. So bad. "But I'm a horrible girlfriend. I made you cry, you went to Tyson. And yet, I haven't let you explain."

Tears well up in my eyes again when I think about it. He frowns and cups my face again. But instead of telling me to stop, he presses his lips on mine.

And God, how I thought I'd never feel those lips against mine again.

His hands go up my face, to my hair. He smiles against my lips, and then rests his forehead to mine. "I missed you. I know it wasn't long, but I thought I had lost you forever. I'm sorry I said all those stupid words. I was out of my mind, blinded by my own sorrow. And I almost left you, oh my God. Oh, I'm so glad I didn't."

I'm glad too. So glad, I feel myself completely relax, and slowly drift away. 

*********

I snap my eyes open.

Panicked, I sit upright. But then I feel Dane's arms around me, and his body stiffens. "What? What's wrong?" he asks, looking concerned.

I smile up at him. "Nothing. It's all okay now," I say and he nods, watching me closely as I snuggle into his arms again.

My home.

But I feel his body tense, and when I look at his face, it's panicked. I frown and cup it. "What's wrong, baby?" I ask. And apparently, that calms him down.

"I... What are we now? We're getting back together, right?" He blurts it out, then stares at me. I smile reassuring. "It's not only my call, but for me, yes. I'm not letting go of you again."

He sighs. "Oh, thank God. I want that too." I nod. He stands up and carries me to my room. I look up at him, seeing him smirk. 

Warning: mature content :)

He locks the door behind him. And then, he throws me on the bed. With wide eyes, I watch him slowly approach to me. I let out a laugh of confusion. "What are you doing?"

He looks into my eyes and grins. "Nothing... I'm just going to fuck you," he smirks, casually. I gulp, feeling arousal ripple through my body. I bite on my lip as I wait for him to come to me.

In two seconds, he's hoovering over me, arms next to my head. My eyes widen, his narrow. "Do that again, and I'll lose my self control." 

I do it again. He groans and kisses me, roughly. His hands travel over my body, and mine tangle in his hair. The wetness pools out of me, which I think is a good sign. 

His hands grip my waist, and he pulls away. I whimper. "If you don't want to do this, say it now. I'm not asking again," he groans, his voice husky. I gulp. I want to do this, I just don't know how.

"Yes, but..." I hesitate. He smiles. "I know, I'll be soft. This time," he adds. His hands start unbuttoning my shirt, and I decide to do the same with his. His yummy sixpack fills my sight, and I smile.

He loosens my pants, and I crawl out of them. I'm now only in my panties and bra, almost completely exposed to him. I frown and gesture to his clothing. Fair is fair...

He smirks and undresses in less than five seconds. "Hm, you want me naked, don't you?" he hums in my ear. I nod, eager for the pleasure I know he'll give me. It's weird how he can switch from my sweet Dane to this evil sex god.

"Well, I want you naked too. So why don't you strip for me?" he asks, sitting back against the wall. My eyes widen. Strip?

He nods. "Strip for me, baby. Take of your clothes. Tease me, like I know you want to. Make me crazy by the sultry way you move your hips when you step out of those undies."

Well, if he puts it like that...

I jump out of bed and stand in front of him. I hope as in a sultry gesture, I start with the button of my bra. His eyes widen when I loosen it, exposing my chest for him. I take it off, then move to my undies. Which aren't very useful anymore, since they're literally drenched.

So I let them fall, but with my back to him. "Fucking tease," he grumbles, and I stifle a laugh. "As much as I love your ass, let me see that soaking wet pussy of yours," he groans.

I turn around and slowly approach to him, while I see anticipation in his eyes. I crawl on his lap, straddling him. He's only in his boxers, which will be off any second now. But for now, I decide to tease him even more.

I move my hips, and feel his hard cock poking. He grits his teeth and stares at me. I watch him with unsure eyes. He smirks. "Go on. You wanted to tease me, now show me how you're going to do that."

A smirk darkens my face. His eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything. So I rock against him, moving my hips in circles. His jaw tenses. I have him right where I want him.

He quickly switches us over, and now he's hanging over me again. "You should do that every day," he whispers in my ear. A small blush covers my cheeks. 

"Can I fuck you now?" he asks. I nod, impatient. I reach for him, and grab his arms. He looks deep in my eyes, searches something and then nods. He bends down and picks up his jeans. He takes out a little packet and I recognize it from the lessons of sexual education. Those didn't help to prepare me fro now, though.

He puts it on and hoovers back over me. I feel more wetness between my thighs when our eyes lock, a sexy gaze in his eyes. Desire, lust, need.... I see it all. But behind that, there's love. So much love.

"Go," I nod, and he obeys. He pushes inside of me, not too rough but also not too gentle. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand, feeling full. Too full. 

He stops, and I press my lips in a thin line. It's not hurting that bad, it's just an unfamiliar stretching I need to get used to. When I look at the point we're connected, I see not even half of him is inside. I gulp, looking back at his face.

Sweat drops cover his forehead while he watches me closely. "You okay?" he asks. I nod, gripping his upper arms again. "Can I move?"

He asks it with the softest voice, as if he's not holding back. And it makes me want to let him feel good. This can't be fun for him.

So I nod, and he thrust more of his length inside me. I glance down, seeing he's almost completely in me. And the stretchy feeling is dissolving, causing me to actually feel him inside me.

And God, it's the best feeling. I gasp and moan, feeling him slowly start to move his hips. His thrust are soft, but something tells me they won't stay so. He kisses my neck, licks it, sucks on it. I'm sure it'll be visible tomorrow, but I don't mind.

"Dane," I rasp, tension building in my body. The pleasure ripples through me, just like I expected. I open my eyes again, and see he's enjoying this as much as I am. "Oh fuck, baby, you're so tight," he grunts.

I moan,"Oh God." It's almost too much to take, a delicious mixture of pleasure and delight washing over me. He smirks. "Oh, are you praying? Don't you think it's me you should pray to? That I won't destroy this perfect little cunt?"

Just when I open my mouth, the tension in my stomach explodes and I see stars. He places one hand next to my head, between it and the headboard. His thrust get harder and his eyes are squeezed shut too. 

"Say my name again," he groans. I moan, "D-Dane." I just came down my high, but feel tension building again. It's not over yet.

"Oh fuck, this will kill me," he moans. His thrusts become sloppier, sweat dripping down his forehead as he give me soft kisses. His kisses are the complete opposite of his thrusts, which are still hard and ruthless.

I come again, and feel him smirk against my lips. "Yeah, baby. That's how good I make you feel, hm? Two cums, I'm quite impressed for the first time. Don't worry, I'll make you cum more soon."

And then he finishes too. Panting, he lies down next to me. The condom is thrown in my trash can. I feel satisfied, but exhausted. He senses it and tucks me to his bare chest. His skin is damp, but it smells nice. Sweating Dane is a nice fragrance.

I close my eyes, feeling happy and at peace. I'm with the boy I love, and he'll stay with me. We'll stay together forever, and I'm sure I'll marry him one day.

He's my strength, my weakness and my forever love. He's my home. 

And he's mine.

T H E    E N D

******

Hehe

Bet you didn't see that coming

Yeah it's done

short but ig it's okay

Epilogue is coming tho

xxx