"I love you." I sigh, running my fingers through Aidan's hair while he sleeps.

It is currently 3am and he has his head resting on my chest with his arm wrapped loosely around my waist.  The burns are fading away, leaving soft white scars nearly blending in with his skin at least color wise. The barcode branding is still there, as is mine. His lips are slightly parted which makes him look at ease. 

 "One day I hope to buy you a better ring." I murmur before it is my turn to drift to sleep.

 I wake up to Aidan moving around near me at 10am.  

 "Oh sorry.." He apologizes.

 "Don't worry, I got my 7 hours of sleep." I laugh softly.

"Alright, I have to study today and you have a test tomorrow, so how are we going to do this?" Aidan asks.

  "I'll start around 4pm, you?"

"Same." 

 I get out of bed, brush my teeth, and attempt to get him out of bed, but he flings his arms as my waist and pulls me back onto the bed. We both fly into a fit of laughter as I land on him before rolling off to the side.

 "Stayyyy." He whines.

I smile as we are nose to nose, before softly pressing my lips to his. Everytime we kiss I wonder how I went without it for years, his soft lips and hands timidly running across my torso. He pulls himself to me, and I help him so he is sitting on my lap. My hands slip under his hoodie, running up and down exploring him like it is our first time.  

  My lips slowly move down to his pale collarbone that is exposed before leaving a soft lovebite. I hear him whine softly, as I continue for 3 more. I guide him gently onto his back, before straddling his hips. 

 "I love you." I murmur into his ear.

  "I love you too." He gets out breathlessly.

I remember our times like this, as young teens and clueless at that. Well, he was clueless when it came to me actually caring  My hands tug at his hoodie, before he takes it off. My lips go down his stomach and down his love trail to the hem of his boxers, causing Aidan to be a mewling and moaning mess. After a moment, I stop and go back to being nose to nose with him.

   "Okay, we can leave it like this, we can do a lot, it is all your choice." I tell him gently.

   "I'll go all the way, I want to." 

  "You remember the process of how I did it?" I ask.

 "Yeah... sorta."

  "Prep, stretching, all that fun stuff?" 

  "I remember now."

 I nod, before climbing off of him. I grab the lube and condom in my drawer, set that beside me and instruct him with a soft voice. We haven't done this fully in years, "Take off  your boxers, love. I need you to lay on your stomach across my lap."

   He nods and does that while I warm up the lube between my fingers before I slick them. Sometimes it can be hard to bottom because it is quite painful, so I decided to learn what worked for him, obviously he was the first sexual partner I had that I was in love with. The trick with him, at least it was, is to rub his lower back and talk to him.

  "You okay?" I ask as he trembles slightly.

"Slightly cold." He laughs softly.

  I know he's lying, he is a bit nervous. So I press featherlight kisses across his scarred lower back as I gently slip one finger in. Aidan lets out a soft moan, but as I fully put my finger in, he tenses.

  "Hey, relax. Are you still okay with this, you can tell me to stop."

   "I just... haven't done this in a while."

  I can't exactly remember if this worked for him, but I try running my fingers up and down his thighs, which gets him to untense enough for me to do a second finger. I move my fingers in an attempt to find the way to give him the most pleasure, which doesn't work at first, until I scissor them. He lets out a moan and I know I did it.

  After a minute, I pull out my fingers and take my clothes off. I get settled and climb on top of him, looking directly into his eyes, the now soft blue ones.

  "If it hurts or you get scared or-" Aidan presses his fingertips to my lips signaling me to be quiet from  my rambling.

   "I trust you." He smiles softly. 

  After, I cleaned us both off and by that point it is roughly 11am. Currently, I'm laying down on the couch now, as we both wait for the food we ordered. He is in bed as the order arrives, and I take our food into the bedroom. We ate in silence because we both were done in 5 minutes and so after he threw it out, we laid together. He is resting his head at my chest and peering up at me. Tears start to roll down his cheeks after a bit.

  "Hey, what's up?" I ask.

  "I... you know I haven't ever done this with anybody besides you. I was a prostitute yeah, but I mean with love involved. You are the only person who has ever warmed up the lube, done stretching, and just talked me through it. You are the only one who knows that if you rub my lower back or talk to me I untense. You don't pull my hair, literally the roughest thing you do is leave a hickey. I love it, it is just weird getting adjusted to it, someone loves and cares about me even during sex."

  I press a soft kiss to his forehead before saying, "I call it making love now. With you it is, my past besides you is emotionless fucking, as is yours."

  "I just hate that we had so much taken away from us..."

  "We can't change it, we just have to accept it." 

   He nods and sighs, "Would you ever marry me?" 

  I pause for a moment, "Yes."

  "I've always dreamed of that.."

  "So have I."