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Twenty-Three
Sem
I’m completely overwhelmed by what Ivy and I did today. Goddesses help me if I made the wrong decision. I really feel as if I’m married even though we didn’t perform the traditional Alliance ceremony; we did something similar in such a sacred place where, centuries ago, humans worshipped a pantheon of goddesses and gods not unlike my own. And perhaps they were even descended from my own since humans are the Lost People.
As I held Ivy’s warm hands and said my vows, I felt not only that the goddesses were with me but they approved of my decision. Especially in light of all the sex we’ve been having without being married or even officially courting.
Now, for me, I feel like I’m truly her husband, and that will never be able to be undone. And I never want it to be.
The sky is orange, and the sun is setting. The day is finished, and the night is beginning. The hotel wedding planner leads us to a nearby secluded table set up with a spectacular view of the side of the island and the ocean. It is breathtaking. I help Ivy with her chair and then sit across from her.
Champagne is poured, and I make a toast, “In the beginning, we were one, and for punishment, the goddesses separated our souls, but now I’ve found my other half again.”
Ivy smiles at me. “And I mine.”
We are all alone here, and I think maybe now is the time to tell her the truth, but I can’t take off my Dulu holo here and risk someone seeing me. I promise myself again, I’ll tell her later.
* * *
By the time we are walking into our hotel, a little drunk, we open the door to my room, and it’s been decorated with flowers and candles. It’s very romantic. Ivy starts talking about a first dance we never had but should have now. She puts on a song I don’t recognize and asks me to dance with her.
I have never danced in my life, but Ash says it’s like having sex but not touching as much and wearing clothing. Of course, I have seen lots of humans dance, so I try to follow her lead and then realize after a few seconds if it’s supposed to mimic sex, I want to be leading. I feel like if I tell her I’ve never danced with someone, she’ll think it’s strange. Instead, I say, “I’ve not danced with anyone in years. I’m not sure I remember how.”
“Just hold me close and move with me.”
I do as she asks. We’re moving so slowly that it doesn’t matter. This isn’t dancing. It’s a prelude for what’s to come. I kiss the top of her head and put my face near hers. She’s so small and soft, I want to always protect her. It occurs to me that I should tell her now. I start thinking of ways to tell her. Do I take off my Dulu holo? That may be the best way. Then, I don’t have to try to explain much because she will see with her own eyes what I am.
I finger my necklace and pluck up my courage, but then she looks up at me with such admiration in her green eyes I can’t ruin this human tradition for a ‘first dance’ for her.
Twenty-Four
Ivy
Dancing with Sem to my favorite song feels so right. It doesn’t matter that none of our friends or family are here to witness this. Marriage and commitment are only about us, aren’t they? As we dance, I think about how safe I feel with him and his proposal to buy a house together. I let the fantasy play out in my mind, living with Sem and having him close to me daily.
The song ends, and I don’t let go. He doesn’t, either.
“I never want this to end. I want to be in this moment forever.”
Sem doesn’t say anything, but he leans down and kisses me. I know where all of this is going, where I want it to go. From the moment we arrived at the hotel, we couldn’t resist one another. Our hands are on each other’s bodies, and we can’t get our clothes off fast enough.
“Go slow with the dress,” I tell him. “It’s delicate, and I want to keep it forever.”
Sem smiles and slows his hands down, not to rip any of the lace. I watch him with anticipation as he takes great care in unfastening the silk-covered buttons, which weren’t designed with his large fingers in mind. But he manages and smiles at the end as if he’s very proud of himself for managing that small feat.
My dress drops to the floor, but instead of leaving it there, he guides me to step out of it, and then he reverently hangs it up in the closet.
As he walks back to me, he continues to strip off the rest of his clothing so he's completely naked by the time he’s with me again. I’m still wearing my undergarments, which have little silk ties holding them up. I bought these for this vacation, but I had no idea I’d be wearing them on my non-legal wedding day.
Sem fingers one of the bows holding my lace bra up. “Do you want me to remove these with my mouth?”
Of course, that was a fantasy of mine when I bought them, so I don’t hesitate to reply, “If you want to.”
Sem looks at me with even hungrier eyes and begins kissing my shoulder, my neck, down across my breast, sucking on my nipple between the lace and then my other nipple, never using his hands, only his mouth. Finally, when I think I might orgasm from him sucking on my nipples through the bra's lace, he works his way up to my shoulders with his hot mouth he pulls on the silk bows with his teeth. It’s erotic how my breasts spill out, and his mouth immediately returns to my nipples. I breathe in. “Yes.”
When my breasts are so tender and aroused and can take no more attention, his lips and tongue find their way down to my vulva. The lace underpants are the same, with bows on either side. Sem takes his time and licks me through the lace until I’m so close to orgasm that I actually reach my hand down to his hair to try and put his mouth back between my legs. I want to orgasm this way, but he’s much stronger than me and won’t allow me any control in this. He moves away and begins kissing my inner thighs. I let go of his hair, giving in to the sweet agony of desire.
Sem’s mouth moves to either side of my hips, and he begins to undo the silk bows, teasing me slowly. “Please,” I beg him.
