8: Surprise

A/N: Fasten your seat belt!
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Yadira

      My heart is racing. Rohan just kissed me.

     All I've wanted since Rohan joined us was for him to think I'm worth the effort. But it seemed like all he was doing was showing all of us (not just me) how wonderful he is at everything. Sure, we all have realized we need him, but I'd hoped he'd single me out as someone more special to him.

      Then the whole Sama thing happened, and I wanted to cry. But I didn't have a right to cry. He could do what he liked. It's not like we had a romantic... thing... going. 

     Earlier, it was all I could do to focus with the way he was parading himself around. I had a goal: I wanted to find out if there had been anyone he left behind, someone that he cared about. Maybe that's why he never said he really wanted just me. That's not to say I never got any clues that he might, but after he'd do whatever, he wouldn't say anything! I thought maybe if I got him talking about it, he might tell me one way or the other. But then I chickened out. I didn't want to hear how he wasn't interested in someone he saw as just a child, and afraid I was about to hear that, I got up to leave.

Then...

     ...surprise!

     That was not how you kiss your little sister; that was not how you kiss someone you think of as a child. But I guess I wasn't ready for him to tell me he liked me like that like that. So, while I was reeling with this happy but scary new reality, he barely gave me a chance to catch up at first!

     Finally, he speaks against my lips, telling me he DOES like me, and I felt like I was flying. He kissed me again, and that's when I started noticing how he was pushing into me. Sama had taught me about this kind of thing one very awkward night years ago, but I didn't know it was going to be like this.

     And now he's asking me to give him a chance. Why am I scared? Isn't this what I thought I wanted? All those times I was hoping he'd tell me, but I wasn't expecting such a physical tidal wave to go with it.
     He lifts my face, and I see the pleading in his eyes. I swallow, wondering how I'm going to tell him how scared I am.
     "I... don't know what to do next." Oh great, Yadira. Let's just remind him how you have no idea what you're doing. But it's true! If I say I'll give him this 'chance' he's asking for, does that mean he's going to pull me to his house and... that will happen?
     "Well, er..." He swallows now. "Are you attracted to me, Yadira?"
     That's easy. "Yes."
     His whole body sighs with relief, and he kisses me again. When he pulls back, he says, "Then that's what I wanted to know."

     I close my eyes, and he pulls my head to his chest. This is nice. I can hear his heart beating while he takes in and lets out deep breaths. We stay like this for a while, and his breathing returns to normal.
     "Would you like to live in my house with me, Yadira?"
     "Because you think my house is terrible."
     "No, because I want to sleep with you."
     I pause. "Just sleeping?"
     I can hear the smile in his voice. "Not unless you want more, but I'm guessing you're not ready for that. Am I right?"
     How does he know? "You are."

     So that's how it happens that I move in to Rohan's house. And we sleep together. Just sleeping. Well, and kissing.
     A month goes by, and Sama starts acting really happy, which makes me suspicious. But I don't ask her because I don't want to know.

      "So you decided not to go fishing after all?" I hear behind me. Turning, I see Rohan. What... is he wearing?
      "Are you wearing one of my skirts?"
      He chuckles. "Well, I washed all my other clothes, and they're currently hanging up to dry. So, yeah, I hope you don't mind me borrowing this for a little while. That is... unless you'd prefer I go around in the buff."
     "No, wearing my skirt is fine." Honestly, I'm surprised he's not taking this chance at being an exhibitionist again.

      "So I, er, had some leftover ripped sail, and I wanted to make you something, speaking of clothes."
     I smile. He looks so nervous! "You made me something?"
     He pulls out a white dress. "Yea. I hid it up there."
     I hug him and thank him then run off to go try it on whatever it is.

      The dress is beautiful, of course, and I walk back over to thank him again. However, just before walking out of the trees, I stop. Rohan is standing at the beach gazing out over the water, and I just stand here and look at him.
      He has brought so much to all our lives, but I'm especially glad for what he's brought to mine. He loves me. He's told me. It was so cute and funny the first time he did. I had just opened my eyes one morning to see his face covering my vision, like he'd been watching me sleep. 'I love you,' he said then kissed me. My feet have hardly touched the ground since.
     I love him. I've not told him. Silly me. After all that waiting in the beginning, you think I'd learn.

     I call his name, and he turns. I can't really read his expression as I walk towards him.

     "What?" I ask, trying to understand his look. "You don't like it?" Maybe this isn't what he imagined.
     "On the contrary." He walks to me.

     He reaches for my hand, and he acts like he's trying to figure out what to say next.
     So I decide to go ahead and speak. "Thank you. It's lovely."
     "I'm having that overwhelming feeling again that I should just fall to my knees and start worshiping you."
     I start giggling. He's since told me what he was thinking that night he ran after me with the pointy stick, when we met. He actually thought for a while that I was a goddess. It's funny now. He's so wonderful. I throw my arms around him.

      "I love you," I tell him happily.
      He takes a deep, quick breath, and his arms wrap more around me. His lips are at my throat, and his tongue darts out as his head moves to my chin.

     There's a low moan as he kisses me, massaging my tongue with his. He's getting turned on. I can feel it. But I'm more used to that now. He's told me not to worry about it, and I've really liked how he's moved himself against me several nights. At first, I want that again right now, but it's different this time. I want more.

       Panting, I look him in the eyes and say, "I'm ready."
      "What?"
      "For... you know."
      "Are you sure?"
      I nod my head and take his hand, pulling him back into the woods. He stumbles along behind me, distracted by kissing my hand and what arm he can get to as I pull him. I'm headed back to our settlement when I pause. No. I don't want to go up there. I want more privacy.
      His old lean-to is still standing, and it's closer. I head in that direction, and he eagerly follows me.
      "Good idea," he mumbles before pulling me into another kiss. Eventually, we do make our way over to the lean-to.

      He looks down at me. "You're sure."
      Stop asking me that! The last thing I want to do is chicken out right now. "Yes."

     "You can always stop me," he says as his hand slides up the dress from my waist and cups my breast. Then his mouth attacks what he pushes out of the dress.
     It's wonderful. Rohan doesn't give me a second to think anything else but how badly I want this. In fact, he starts driving me crazy how he doesn't act hurried, like he has all day and night and then possibly the next day before he'll finally do anything about this ache that's forming. I start worrying he really intends to take that long and find myself begging.

     But no, finally he starts rocking himself into me, bit by bit. While he does this, he frequently kisses me and pulls up to watch my face. I think he's watching for signs of pain? There really isn't any, and I think I realize why he was taking so long before--at least one reason.
     Then he's pushed in all the way, and I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, a low moan escaping from him. After that, it's like I go on the ride of my life as that need from earlier rises to a height I would think impossible if I weren't experiencing it. The whole world explodes around us suddenly before we float back down to the ground in feathery waves.
     Rohan is still on top me, panting, occasionally kissing my neck. "I never want... anyone else... to have you."

     "I don't want anyone else," I reply.
     He kisses me. "There is something we can do about that."
     "What?"
     "Get dressed." He grins. "Unless you'd rather be naked."

     So I get up and get dressed as he recommended, and he does as well. Then he surprises me!

     "Rohan!" I start laughing with him while he carries me to the beach. He looks so happy.
     "There's something we can do. You've probably heard about it. A ceremony. With the tribe," he adjusts his hold of me as we get closer to the water, "there was someone usually performing it with the couple, but we don't have to have that in my opinion."

      "Are you talking about getting married?" Of course I've heard of this.
      He grins. "Yes. And I think... if we say vows here... even if we don't have a priest or shaman or whatever, we're standing before the god or gods as our witnesses."
      My eyes start tearing up, and he takes my hands.
      "Beautiful goddess Yadira, will you allow this humble mortal to be united with you forever, to do his utmost every day to do whatever it takes to fulfill the desires of your heart?"
      I smile, and my heart swells. "Wonderful master-craftsman Rohan, will you allow this silly little girl to be the lucky one to become your wife?"
      "Fuck, I love you." He yanks me to him and kisses me hard. Then he pulls back. "So that was a yes, correct?"
      I laugh. "Of course."

     So Rohan and I make vows to one another to have our souls united as one, to love and support each other no matter what the world throws at us.

     He's my husband, and I'm his wife.

     Life continues as if in a dream. Rohan and I speak of the future, of children, of things he wants to build. We're so happy.

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