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Being in a relationship can be a serious matter, yet enjoyable at the same time. The first couple days are full of playful flirting and puppy love. When it gets to weeks, things get more personal as they being testing the waters and gathering the strength to try newer, bolder actions. When weeks turned to months, even years… things got very serious. Of course, the couples could take things as slow and easy as they wish, but to make the one decision that tested a relationship more than anything… it could ruin everything and end it all, or it could make them stronger and start a new beginning. It was wonderful, scary, pleasurable, stressful, exciting, terrifying, comforting, painful… the list can go on and on until the cows come home… but one thing was for sure: this was the one thing that could make it… or break it.

It had been four months since she collapsed in front of his door… their romantic relationship was simple, innocent and very happy.

During days when he left early in the morning for work, she'd wake and smile groggily to see roses placed tenderly on his empty pillow. On the rest of the week when work started later, she'd grip onto his tie and pull him quickly to her, the two giggling madly against each other's mouths as he pressed her against the door while she gripped tightly onto his collar. Once he came home, he learned to brace himself since she had a habit of running and tackling him hard to the ground, covering his face in kisses as he gasped sharply to bring air back into his lungs. While she cooked dinner, he'd sneak behind her, grab her around the waist and nuzzle into her shoulder as she grinned and pressed a loving hand to his face to draw him closer. Television was more enjoyable, with her nestled against his chest and hugging both his arms to her stomach like a blanket while he gave her sides a gentle squeeze and chuckled when she squirmed to feel his teeth nip at her neck. Both of them greatly enjoyed holding each other during bedtime, blankets tucked around both of them as he held her in a protective embrace while she nuzzled his forehead like a content cat.

It was very innocent. They hardly did anything too serious… not even sex. It never came into mind… well, not at the moment.

"Chell, darling are you almost done!?!" he called from the bottom of the stairs, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt and frowning in slight annoyance. They never fought and he never got mad at her… but with women and how long it takes for them to get ready confused and irritated him. "I don't understand you look perfectly beautiful naturally! N-not saying without makeup or… whatever else you put on, DOESN'T make you look worse or bad… just saying, you honestly don't need to spend God knows how long to look beautiful when you already are gorgeous… you are really, and we're just going to the fair… w-well, I shouldn't be talking since I'm… wearing nice clothes and I'll possibly get dirty with all the mud and messy children… and the possibility of those animals-." He yelped, his back to the stairs and feeling a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention. Of course, it worked.

"Y-you gave me a bloody heart attack!" he cried, gripping his chest and turning to scold her lightly, the pointed finger now drooping as his eyes widened and jaw fell. She blushed and smiled shyly, swaying back and forth as his eyes ran up and down her body. She hated wearing dresses, more of a pants wearing girl, and he had begged her now and then to at least try wearing one. Today, she pulled on a dress he bought for her a while ago that she refused once she laid eyes on it. It was a white summer dress, with lacy designs spreading along the torso, skirt brushing the bottom of her knees, waistline hugging her hips comfortably, sleeves cut short to keep the dress up but reveal her bare, tanned shoulders and neckline scooped low enough to show a hint of her curved chest. Ballet flats of the same color, hair pulled back with a ribbon and rested on the base of her neck and a light shade of makeup added on to her beauty. She shrank from his shocked stare, now feeling embarrassed and suspecting she just wasn't built to wear anything that contained a skirt.

He finally managed to swallow the drool that built up in his mouth and spoke weakly. "G-good God, you look like an angel," he gasped, gripping his chest tighter. "I-I mean… I-I knew the dress would look nice b-but my God, I-I didn't think… I-I just… y-you are… a-ah!" He gripped the top of his head with his hands, face dark red and trembling. "A-a guy is going to try and hit on you, won't he!?! What am I going to do!?!" She burst out into silent laughter and shook her head, stepping down and hugging him tightly with her face nestled into his chest. He relaxed after a moment and smiled shyly, lowering his hands to pull her closer. The dress was thin for the humid weather and he blushed when his fingertips felt how warm her skin was underneath, so close to his own skin. He swallowed hard and coughed, pulling back and looking down to control himself. He coughed even harder once he noticed the smooth, long legs under the skirt and snapped his head to the window, far away from her. "I-I think we should get going! Y-you know… beat the crowd and… d-does it look like it's going to rain?" She grinned, knowing this was teasing him and hugged his arm, giving him permission to lead the way.

He has taken Chell out in public before. At first, he was terrified, like parents are when they take their children out for the first time. He can't count how many times he saw children screaming, crying, throwing tantrums, acting like animals, running away from parents, stealing toys and throwing food. Children can be such monsters sometimes, but with Chell never being out on the streets for years was… quite frightening. Surprisingly, she behaved very well and he mentally slapped himself for forgetting she knew manners and sociability. Most of their miniature adventures were romantic dates, such as dining, seeing a movie, walking in the park, going to aquariums and zoos, even playing mini golf… that is, until he almost bent the club over his knee from having the ball fall into the small lake for the fifth time. They never went there again. Besides incidents like that, they were very content and displayed their affections for one another publicly. Men would snicker to see a woman like her being with a man like him… she'd turn his head from either looking down and sulking or looking over and glaring, to give him a tender kiss that make him smile with joy and the others frown in disgust.

The fair was a small yet very popular event, making him squirm uncomfortably from how crowded it was. The seventh person had just slammed into his side and he grumbled, finally speaking after holding in his frustrated words for so long. "We should have gone on Sunday," he mumbled, trying to hold her arm tightly to not get trampled and prevent his soft served ice cream from being knocked out of his hand. "How on earth do these things get so crowded, I mean honestly! It's full of teenagers who dress in small clothes and swear a lot, families with kids they cannot control, elderly couples who yell a lot and-." He blinked to see a bite missing from his frozen treat, glancing to see her cheeks puffed out and looking away innocently while her fingers drummed against her cup of lemonade. "You… are evil," he muttered then kissed her swollen cheeks, smiling when she swallowed and offered him her drink. He took a sip just as a fat raindrop fell on her shoulder.

It took a full minute to have the rain slam down onto the fair, sending people running for cover and screaming as the wet bullets soaked their clothes and hair. He winced and tried to cover her head and protect her, yelping as people slammed into him to find shelter in the stores across the street. "Will you watch where you are going!?!" he cried, flinching to hear foul words screamed at him from a group of fourteen year old girls. "Well, how rude!" He huffed and turned to try and find a newspaper to cover her head, only to stare ahead to see she had walked off, head tilted up and shoes now in her hands. What on earth…?

"Chell!!!" She turned sharply, as if thinking she was behind him the whole time and smiled gently to apologize as he scampered to her side. "Ah, perhaps I can get a cab!?!" he called out so she could hear him through the sound of rain slapping the ground. "Kinda stupid to walk here, even it being a mile away and having no parking, but the sky was black, wasn't it!?! I knew I should have brought an umbrella or at least a coat to keep you dry!!! I'm really sorry about all this, I'll try to-!" Just as thunder roared in the sky, she grabbed his wet face and kissed him, grinning against his mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. He was shocked at first, but let his eyes close and grip the back of her head, not wanting her to slip away. Rain slid into their mouths and sparks flew from their lips as lighting flashed along the sky and thunder shook the earth. So much desire and passion flooded from the kiss and he had to grip her clothes tightly to restrain himself. It was so hard… to keep it all in… especially now… but he had to, despite the wonderful, sweet and warm taste he had on his tongue… all from her.

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They were acting like silly teenagers that were hit hard with a bad case of puppy love. The door swung open and slammed rather hard against the wall from too much accidental force as they stumbled inside, him grabbing her face tightly as she pressed her back against the doorway while grinning into the kiss. They were giggling hysterically as their hands fumbled to grip onto their soaked clothes, now stuck to their skin like paste, while tripping over each other's feet and the rug by the door to get to the couch and warm up. The back of her knees knocked against the cushion of the couch and they both yelped as she fell over, him pinning her as she grinned at his red face and clamped her mouth onto his throat. "A-ah, h-hang on," he whined, hands now shaking a bit as he gently pushed her away. "G-get into dry clothes, I-I'll make coffee? Y-you know, get nice and warm b-before… heh." She pouted but eventually grinned and nodded, pulling him tightly for one last kiss before he'd venture to the kitchen. He stood up, paused, then quickly turned around. "Okay, one more!" She grinned wider and giggled as another kiss was planted onto her mouth.

Something must have been in the rain, with both of them being very flirty and passionate this evening. He chuckled to himself while measuring the coffee grounds, not hearing her pad softly across the floor and stop right behind him. Very slowly and not to startle him, she pressed her hands on the small of his back and slowly slid them around his sides, pressing against his now tense stomach. She could feel him tremble at both the sudden caress and nervousness, relaxing slightly as she kissed behind his ear. Perhaps… she smiled lovingly with her face in his shoulder while sliding one of her hands up to his collar and pulled one button open, only to feel him grow tense again. She wondered why he was being so nervous with her touching him… he was mentally scolding himself for letting her watch 'Dirty Dancing' the other night.

Another button popped open and he let out a small whimper, watching her free hand reach over and turn the coffeemaker off. "Ch-Chell," he croaked as her hand pulled down his collar, low enough to push off his shoulder and letting her cover it with small kisses. He was now clutching to the counter to brace himself, too weak to keep himself steady as her free hand continued to open more buttons until his wet shirt flapped open and was slowly tugged off by the sleeves. He tried to grab at it and keep it on, but she gently grabbed his wrist to curl around his own stomach and keep it pinned lightly to his side. How long had it been…? Even back then, she never acted like this… it scared him… and excited him… but mostly scared him, definitely.

Hands now were slowly spreading themselves all over his torso like butter on toast… and like butter he was melting into a puddle. His stomach rolled into tight knots as he arched his head to the side with tightly shut eyes to feel teeth scrape against his neck then gently bite his ear. His knees buckled and she quickly grabbed him tightly around the waist to keep him up, very surprised how he was reacting to this and unsure if it was a good thing or a bad one. He was whimpering weakly as she turned him to lean against the counter and catch his breath, a pitiful and guilt-ridden look on her face as she rubbed his cheek to try and calm him. He finally managed to open his eyes, trembling but pressing his own hand to hers, not wanting it to leave his face. He looked like a puppy that got caught chewing on a shoe, biting his lip and giving her hand a small squeeze. "S-sorry," he mumbled, looking away from her face yet nuzzled into her hand. "I-I just… I-I don't… I-I don't think I-I can… i-it's just been s-so long I-I… u-unless you d-don't intend to-." She took his free hand gently in hers, smiling at the slightly petrified look on his face. His hand dropped, letting her take them in both of hers as she gave him a gentle tug, slowly guiding him out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Never in his entire life had he been so terrified of his bed. She closed the door behind him as he stared with wide eyes, stiff as a board at the piece of furniture they slept in together… but never SLEPT in it together. She hugged him around the waist and he gently leaned against her, still shaking as he lowered his head to look at her hands pressed against his stomach. He tried to smile, especially when she gave the back of his neck a gentle kiss followed by nuzzling into his hair. "I-I'm terrible, a-aren't I?" he mumbled, holding her wrist with one hand and glanced behind his shoulder to see her confused face. "Heh… just being so nervous about all… this… y-you are thinking about… d-doing what I think you're doing, right?" She beamed and hugged him tighter as he let out a weak, pitiful whimper. "I-I just… i-it's been so long a-and I-I have no… p-protection a-and I-I'll probably be terrible o-or hurt you o-or do something that'll just ruin it all since… th-this is… a r-rather big step for us, isn't it?" He felt her nod against his back and he sighed. "I-I just… d-don't want you to hate me…"

The words "hate me," hung in the air for a long time, both of them still as statues and the only sound was rain hitting the windows. After what seemed like forever, she pulled her hands from his stomach and gripped his shoulder, turning him slowly and tilting his head up with a curled finger under his chin. He looked close to tears, scared of what would come after what they were to do. How could she be so confident… so brave and loving? He looked down again to toy with his hands, only to have her tilt his head up again. "S-sorry," he mumbled again, blushing to see her stand on her tiptoes and nuzzle his forehead very slowly and sweetly. He managed to smile very weakly as she cupped his cheeks to try and comfort him with tender nuzzles. He slowly began to press his forehead against hers, stopping her and opening his eyes to see her staring in concern and curiosity. "Are you sure?" She nodded and smiled so sweetly, he couldn't help but smile back. "A-all right… go on…"

She guided him backwards and had him slide on his elbows and heels across the bed until his back pressed against the pillows. She grinned, eyes staring at him behind her loose hair like a curtain and, like a panther, crawled slowly to him and straddled his hips, the smile melting from devilish to angelic as she caressed his nervous looking face. She let an arm slide under his neck and lifted it to draw him into a kiss, passionate, loving and giving him the permission to not hold back. After a moment, she grinned against his mouth and felt a shiver run up her spine to feel one of his hands slide up her thigh and under her skirt, the other cupping her neck and rubbing her jaw with his thumb. She shuddered and let out tiny groans from the magic that worked from his fingers, almost feeling the pride swell in his chest from knowing he was pleasing her. Unable to take the wonderful teases and touches, she broke the kiss to sit up, reach behind to unzip it and grabbed her skirt to slowly pull the dress off over her head. The revealing of that wonderful body before him made his heart stop. Without a word spoken, he sat himself up, pushed a hand between her shoulder blades and clamped his mouth to her throat with a satisfied moan and let her grip his arms and roll them over.

When they did this before, so long ago, there was a heavy weight in the air that was full of fear of being caught and punished. The feeling was gone and there was nothing to hold them back. Hands clutched to hair, shoulders and searching each other's bodies to find their weak spots to make them melt in their fingers. Toes curled around each other's feet in a caressing, wanting way to draw the other closer to their hold. The pace was slow, gentle and rhythmic, wanting the pleasurable embrace to go on as long as possible. Backs were arched and covered in red marks from nails digging in deeply from their lover finding the right way to make them cry. If not out of breath, mouths searched to find the other's lips, neck or shoulders as they longed to taste the sweat on their skin. They both felt the heat rise higher and higher until it burst inside of them, both of them so tense from the feeling, skin broke from under deeply dug nails and throats burned from letting out their name in a loud scream. The crescendo melted slowly and they fell limp onto the bed, gasping in the thick, heated air around them as arms fumbled weakly to hold each other. Fingers intertwined tightly as several comforting kisses were shared before they both closed their eyes, the sprinkle of rain lulling them to sleep.

She was the first to wake, eyelids heavy as she winced from the pale light that shined through the window. Her body ached, mostly around her hips, but she smiled and let out a tired, pleasant sigh. They had done it… she ran a hand through her hair as the smile grew. They had finally done it… and the results were so much more wonderful than she ever expected. She curled the blankets to her chest and managed to roll over to face him. She smiled to see him sleeping so deeply and peacefully… his face was relaxed and limp, lips parted as he breathed in small, deep puffs and had his body curled around hers protectively to have her as close to him as possible. She even stifled a giggle to see bruises on his neck from where she suckled on and claw marks on his chest and shoulders that were smeared with dried blood. She'll kiss them better soon…

She pressed her chest to his own while resting her forehead against his, smiling more to feel him stir and let out a small groan. She kept still but watched his face twitch, tense up and relax randomly as he tried to decide whether to wake up or stay asleep. She grinned and gave the tip of his nose a kiss, a startled grunt was heard inside his throat and his eyelids quivered before opening. Her smile grew as he blinked to clear his vision, shifting in bed to stretch his back out and knitted his eyebrows together with slight worry. "C-Chell?" he mumbled softly, curling the blankets to his chest tightly as she raised an eyebrow, silently saying she was listening. "D-did we… d-did we really… do it… l-last night?" Her smile turned into a grin and she nodded, heart fluttering to see his bottom lip tremble and eyes close tightly with tears slipping from them. A whimper escaped his throat, not of sadness but relief and happiness to know after so long, they finally done it.

What happened next… it was either from his heart swelling with pure joy, how comfortable he was to be in her arms after such a wonderful night, or the feeling of her lips catching each tear that fell down his face… but the words slipped thoughtlessly from his mouth, the most terrifying words any man could say to their woman: "I-I love you." He felt her entire body go from relaxed to tense, making him scrunch his face together in embarrassment and shame. What on earth did he do!?! "I-I am so sorry, G-God I am such a moron! I-I ruined it, r-ruined it all!!! I-I didn't mean to, i-it was an accident… b-but I really meant it b-but it must be too early, i-isn't it!?! God, I-I hate myself! I-I'm such a damned bloody fool, I'm so sorry!!!" He tugged his hair tightly in his fists and more tears fell, a choked pitiful sob shook in his chest while trying to hide his face in his arms. "I-I'm so sorry… j-just… y-you can hit me if y-you want to." He was shaking badly and all she did was stare in silence. She let him cry as much as he could until all she could hear were little squeaks that sounded like a puppy after it's just been kicked. Very carefully, she brought both hands up and pried his hands from his hair, which took some effort, and held them in both of hers.

Not everyone is fluent in sign language… a while ago, she suggested this to him and giggled to see his face pale and eyes widen with the horror of having to learn all that just to have a conversation with her made him almost faint. However, there was one sign that almost everyone knew the meaning of, and she was going to show him. She curled her fingers around his and began to shape them, not looking up to see him open one bloodshot eye to watch what she was doing. She bent his middle and ring finger to press against his palm, raising his pinky and index finger above the curled ones and keeping them straight while pushing his thumb out to the side. He was confused until she made the hand she was holding his with bend her fingers in the same pattern, pressing it against his hand and smiling at his shocked, quivering face. "Y-you do…? Y-you really mean it?" he asked hoarsely as she nodded, rubbing her forehead against his in hopes to make him feel better. Chell grinned to feel his arms wrap tightly around her body and pressed him hard against his own, face in her hair as his body shook like he were out in the cold. She stroked his back slowly and kissed where his heart was, sighing softly to hear him mumble tearfully how much he loved her over and over again into her scalp.

Sex was one very big step to make in a relationship… though confessing one's love to their partner was a very challenging task… it could ruin it all or make it stronger and happier. He honestly couldn't be any happier to know she truly loved him. She honestly didn't know why he was so hard on himself from confessing that… she knew all along and was just waiting eagerly all this time for him to finally say it.

I love you… either the most terrifying words in the world… or the best three words anyone could ever hear.