Bunny

“I will make it clear by words and actions so you’ll never forget, Bunny.”  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aria's pov           Falling in love is one of the most devastating tragedies all of us ever get to experience. It gets to a point where you’re ready to give up everything for one person. Love is the one thing able to make your heart break. It can be your worst enemy. Wanting him to look at you with so much adoration, seeing his eyes light up with passion and dimples appearing while releasing a cute giggle before realizing it and quickly hiding it when he talks about you.            But that cute desire quickly fades when you realize that he could do so much better. You start so ask yourself why he would choose to spend the rest of his life with you. Why would he choose a sick, anxious girl over a cute, healthy one. Why would he decide to endure to stay inside with you on your anxiety filled days when he could be out and enjoying the sun’s rays? What would make him stay with a girl who asks him the same question over and over again because she’s struggling to find the answer within herself? Why would he choose to love her if she can’t even love herself?           “Bunny, are you okay?” the familiar voice of your boyfriend rips you out of your daydream. His voice has a gloom to it that perfectly matches how you feel. You wipe the remaining wetness of your rosy cheek with the sleeve of your sweater and look at him standing in the doorway of your college dorm. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, his eyes glistening with concern. You simply smile back at him, biting down on your lower lip to avoid your feelings from spilling out all at once by the reminder that he’s the person causing you this constant worry.        Muriel notices your lower lip quivering as a single tear makes it way down your cheek and walks over from his spot in the doorway closing the door behind him.    He places his hand against the side of your face, tracing the smoothness with his thumb. Your eyes close from the warmth of his hand and his powerful chill fills your body as your eyes slowly open. He wipes away the tear, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his lip.      “Why do you love me?” you finally break out. You feel your voice trembling and try to control yourself but by his soft touch. You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, feeling yourself on the verge of tears. He doesn’t respond to your question at first but just stares at you, his thumb caressing your cheek gently. He turns you around to face the mirror on the wall, wraps his arms around your body, and locks them in front of your tummy, placing a kiss on the back of your head.            “Describe to me what you see in yourself.” He whispers softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You lift up your head to look at your reflection in the mirror, feeling your stomach tightening by the view in front of you.  “Well,” you start, your voice cracking, “I see eyes that could be brighter, hair that could be sleeker, a smile that could be straighter, skin that could be smoother, fingers that could be thinner, legs that could be longer…” He stops you mid sentence.             “You want to know what I see? I see eyes that are brighter than the stars, hair with hints of honey, a smile that brightens cloudy days, skin that is slightly sprinkled with freckles, arms that are strong enough to comfort many, fingers that play beautiful music on the piano that also fit perfectly with mine, legs that are the perfect length so that your head rests on my chest when I hug you.” You start to blush but he continues, “If only you could see yourself through my eyes, maybe then you’d realize how beautiful you truly are.”  Your gaze meets his in the mirror as you try to sort your words, your heart beating rapidly fast by feeling his body against yours, feeling the warmth spread in your chest.             “Why would you stay with me if you could do so much better?”  He places his hands on your shoulder and turns you around to face him. He groans out in frustration, completely perplexed by your question.  “Because I’m crazy about you Aria” he answers, almost yelling at you, “When I’m close to you I feel at home, when I go away I feel like my heart is missing. I worry when you’re sick, I'm happy when you are, I need you whenever life is taking a crazy turn to keep me grounded. I don’t care if there are prettier girls than you. You’re the one my heart got hooked on, the only girl in my vision and if I decide to stick around you for eternity, I will.” His voice drops to a whisper, a full shade paler now as he smiles at you.            “Until there was you, I wandered aimlessly. For a long time, like a little child, I cried in anticipation of you.”   Something inside of you softens by his truthful words, making you able to hear the truth in his tone.  You bury your face against his chest, breathing him in, forgetting time and place and circumstance and just hold him. Muriel kisses the top of your head and rubs his hand on your back before taking a step backwards and placing his hands on each side of your face, cupping it as he locks eyes with you.            “I will make it clear by words and actions so you’ll never forget, bunny.” he whispers before placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you into him, his soft lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.             You melt into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and sighing as he deepens the kiss. There is a mix of despair and wonder in the sound. You finally give in, pressing your body against his, your lips parting. You welcome the feeling of his fingers slipping underneath your white t-shirt and circling small, soothing patterns along your back. The feeling sends shivers down your spine and you moan into the kiss, informing Muriel of your desire of being loved.         He places another gentle peck on your lips before releasing them and winking at you seductively. Muriel intertwines your fingers with his before walking over to the bed, dragging you along with him. He stopped in front of it and whispered in your ear “Clothes off babygirl”. You stare at him in shock before quickly doing as you were told. He then gently laid you down. You watch in anticipation as he takes a step backwards, his hands grab his shirt and slowly pull it upwards, teasingly slow. You pout at him, feeling your stomach ache with desire. Your reaction earns a cute little chuckle to escape Muriel’s lips and he yanked his shirt over his head before walking over to the dresser.         He opens a small drawer and grabs one of his ties. He then closes the drawer and makes his way back to you. He crawls onto the bed right in front of you.   You meet his gaze and bite your lower lip as you inch away from him, sliding back across the sheets over to the headboard.             Catching a hold of your ankle, he gives it a tug, pulling you until you lay flat on your back. You laugh at his action, feeling the blood rise into your cheeks and hide your blushing cheeks behind your hands. You feel Muriel’s hands coming in touch with yours and your hands slowly being pulled away from your face. You look up to see a smiling Muriel looking down at you, shaking his head.             “Don’t hide your smile, princess.” he says, almost whispering before his mouth brushes over yours, minty kisses that make you desperate for more. With his hands still intertwined with yours he brought them above your head and tied them to the bedpost with his tie. "Now, remember the safe word?" He asked. You nod quickly. “Say it” He demanded. “Innocence” you mumbled. “Good girl” he says as he kisses and bites down your neck slowly leaving a trail of hickeys. He stops at your breasts and pinches and twists at your n*****s. He uses his knee to open your legs, he then inserts a finger in you. You feel him smiling against your skin as he uses his thumb to rub your c**t slowly. You arch your back against his touch, urging him on to go faster.             He takes his fingers out. “Always so inpatient.” he whispers before leaving a kiss on your stomach and lifting his head up. He places your foot against his bare chest, stroking his fingertip down the inside of your leg. Your breath catches in your throat as he makes his way lower, causing goose bumps to appear along your skin.             Tracing a line down your calf and the back of your knee, he smirks when he reaches your thigh, making you gasp. You moan, arching your back as Muriel finds his way to the apex of your thighs, encountering the slick, wet flesh between your lower lips.           He teases you gently at first, nestling his thumb against the little bundle of nerves begging for his attention above your opening.          Your hips buck off the bed and your fingers clutch at the sheets as he increases pressure, steadily working his thumb in slow circles. Keeping hold of your ankle, he holds you still and continues to circle your c**t, drawing soft sounds of pleasure from deep within your throat.    Your voice reaches out to him and he feels himself grow needier by your soft moans. Raising your leg, he turns his head to brush a kiss on the inside of your leg. You shiver and he continues along the curve of your calf. He hooks your leg over his shoulder, steadily forging a path lower, toward your opening with his fingers still teasing you.        He gives the tender flesh of your inner thigh a gentle nibble and a sharp gasp comes from your parted lips. A chuckle warms his chest as he bites you again in the same place, harder this time, causing you to cry out. Pressing a hand against the inside of the opposite leg, he opens you, exposing your folds to him.            You sigh, your head falling against the pillow as he licks up your folds, collecting your juices with his tongue, working you toward c****x.      “God, you’re such a good kitten.” he breathes against your skin, his voice sending a strange calm over your body. Your back arches and you press your hips into his mouth,  creating greater pressure and friction between your folds and his mouth.       “Muriel.” you moan out with your urgent fingers clutching the sheets and twisting them. Laying one hand flat against your belly, he skims it upward over your smooth skin, angling toward one of your breasts. It fills his palm perfectly and squeezes your n****e enough to add to the pleasure while increasing the pressure of his tongue on your c**t.       You moan out, a high kneeing sound that causes the tension in his groin to increase, his restricted shaft beginning to throb from the need to be buried deep inside of you.     He slowly adds more pressure with his tongue while giving your n****e a gentle but firm pinch with his thumb and forefinger. You stiffen, your entire body shaking and you cry out as your o****m ripples through your body.             Lifting his head, he gazes up at you and can’t help but feel satisfied by looking at the mess that is your body. He kisses his way up your body and your fingernails rake his scalp then caress the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine as he takes the bud of one n****e into his mouth. You hold him close as he teases first one of your n*****s then the other.  He feels you getting worked up again under his touch and releases your n****e before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue sliding along your lower lip. You open your mouth, granting him access and his tongue slipping into your mouth. His teeth graze against your lip as he kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth.  He pushes his hips into yours, pressing his restrained member against your folds, the material of his jeans adding more friction.             “I need you.” he whispers desperately and looks at you hungrily, smirking down at your lips.        He backs up a little and unbuckles his pants and quickly takes them off he then takes off his boxers letting his member spring free. He picks up your legs and puts them on his shoulders. “Ready little one?” he asked. You eagerly nod wanting nothing more than him inside of you. “Ok princess” he said “1..2..3..” He slowly counted before he thrusted into you not even giving you time to adjust. In the matter of seconds you were a moaning mess with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fuck.” he groans and bites down on your shoulder to suppress his moans. The sound of skin slapping together echoes  through the room.     “God Bunny you’re so precious.” he moans out and twists at your n*****s, earning a pleased gasp from your lips. He leans down and rests his chest against yours as he starts to pull out of you just to thrust in again. You arch your back at the feeling, pressing your chest deeper into his as he fills you up completely. His grip on your hips tightens and he meets your backward motions with forward thrusts, a gentle penetration that quickly grows to a fierce cadence of possession. He spreads your legs further as he quickens his pace inside of you, earning a satisfied cry from you. The sound of your moans mixing like a beautiful harmony as he holds his thrust inside of you, pressing into you further. Your grip around him tightens as you feel him coming undone inside you, shivering above you. With a few more thrusts inside of you, you feel your c****x rippling through your body for the second time tonight and Muriel presses his lips against yours, silencing your moans.  He unties your hands and he then pulls out of you and his remaining c*m lands on your thigh before he falls down on the bed next to you, panting heavily.  You turn your head towards him, smiling at your boyfriend, his dark brown hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He quickly notices your stare and turns toward you, smiling at you pleasingly. He rests his hand on your cheek and his gaze meets yours as he places a kiss on your forehead. “Now do you understand that you’re the only person I ever want to be in my life?” he asks and you nod silently, shutting your eyes and enjoying his presence. One of the most amazing things is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in their world and for now, you believe that you can be that someone in his…