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Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One Shot}***

Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One-Shot} ***

Rege Jean Page x GF Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fluff, NSFW, SMUUT, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 8.7k

Summary: You and Rege have been together for several months but have both been so busy you haven’t had time to bask in your coupledom. Now with a much-needed vacation only hours away will the two of you finally get to enjoy some R&R couple’s style?

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"Good morning sunshine."

Your eyelids fluttered for several moments before they finally opened and found a beautiful pair of deep russet brown eyes on you through your facetime call. He slowly smiled and your insides turned to mush like a freshly roasted marshmallow still hot to the touch.

"Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful in the morning. How is it bloody fair?"

You smiled widely feeling like the actual sun; warm, bright, and jubilant. This man always had you feeling this way. You didn’t know how he did it. You didn’t know if he even knew his effect.

"You shouldn't be talking. I'm talking to an actual bloody statue of the perfect man. David who? Michelangelo who? Yo’ mama did that!"

Regé smiled his dorky but completely heart stopping smile. He was really meant to be a movie star. He had the looks, the charisma, and the megawatt smile.

"I woke up like this," he teased.

You giggled as you rolled onto your back and stretched. You then held the device in the air over you giving him a different angel.

"Wow. What a view!”

His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes looked over every inch of you that you were showing him. Biting his bottom lip, he shifted in his bed; you could see more of his exposed chest, and you were grateful for that. He had every right to be shirtless matter of fact he should be that way all the time. You remembered the first time you’d seen him without a shirt. It was an accident as you’d walked into his trailer without knocking and there he stood in jeans that were hung dangerously low on his hips unbuttoned and shirtless in front of a full-length mirror. You’d stood there stunned silent and still and you couldn’t help but ravage all the skin on display. He was hot and from the half-cocked smile he’d given you over his shoulder he knew it too.

“Eh-em. Wow, I’m sorry sunshine I zoned out.”

“It’s okay, I guess I’m just that boring,” you teased.

Regé playfully rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it, you and I both know you are not boring, and I was just mesmerized by your beauty as I always am.”

You raised your hand to your mouth then smiled widely, unable to hide your cheesy schoolgirl grin that would tell him just how head over heels you were for him. It had happened so fast, so effortlessly that you didn’t have a set time, day or moment when it happened.

“What are you thinking when you look at me like that?”

Your eyes widened as heat rushed across your face. There was no way you could tell him—not yet.

“Uh—uh—well—nothing,” you blurted.

Regé snorted, “Liar.”

You giggled as you avoided his gaze.

“It’s okay though. Keep your secrets, sunshine.”

You rolled onto your side and propped your iPad on the pillow beside you.

“I see suitcases. Are you all packed and ready to go?”

“I am.”

Your excitement bubbled inside you remembering that in a few short hours you’d be getting on a plane to meet Regé and then you’d be off for an extended vacation with him, your first together.

“God you’re going to make me an impatient man smiling at me like that.”

“Are you feeling impatient?”

“Better believe I am. I haven’t touched you in a month. I hate that.”

You did too. When you’d accepted his proposal to be his girlfriend ten months ago you knew who he was. Being a stylist and costume designer in the industry, you knew the life of an actor. You knew busy schedules, insane amounts of stamps in a passport, long days and even longer nights and lengthy trips away from loved ones. He wasn’t the only one who had those same demands placed on him.

With your four clients you currently had your hands full with meeting their expectations for styling. Your schedule had been booked for the majority of your relationship and it was the same for Regé which meant you didn’t go through the whole physically obsessed with each other phase that most went through in new relationships. You’d been physically together maybe two and a half weeks in every month, but it didn’t have the effect most would think. It enhanced other parts of your relationship.

You were able to see the many sides of him away from his body, or the effects his touch had. You were able to learn his preferences deeper than the surface. You were able to learn his quirks, his mind, his heart and every single nuance that made him the man he was. The absence you endured made the times you were together so much better. Every lite touch of his hand sent your heart into overdrive. Every press of his lips on yours, or your forehead, or neck easily made you wet. Hell, the sight of him did that too.

“I hate it too,” you concurred.

The absences made your relationship stronger and made your heart fonder, but you really were looking forward to this long stretch of time you’d get together with no work distractions. He’d promised you four weeks and you were planning on cashing in on every single second.

Regé’s eyes went all doe like and seductive then he licked his bottom lip, “Don’t worry, seven hours then I can finally wrap my arms around you.”

Your belly did flips as your nether regions moistened. Jesus, you thought. there was no way you’d make it through these four weeks un-fucked. It was going down the only question in your head was when.

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-2-Weeks Later-

The warm Italian sun kissed your body blazing its heat all over. You moaned as a gentle breeze brush against you cooling the heat of your skin.

“Ah,” you sighed.

This was heaven. You were already used to the feeling of complete relaxation. It hadn’t taken long at all. The moment you’d stepped off that jet 2 weeks ago and looked into the impossibly blue sky that was over the equally impressive ocean you felt carefree. Now, you didn’t have to open your eyes to know the same azure skies looked down on you as you sunbathed on this yacht. You couldn’t help but sigh again. An actor’s life was the life for you.

Suddenly, your skin cooled making you wonder if there was an unplanned overcast in the sky. You were tempted to lift off your eye mask and look but your body was way too releaxed to move. Something cold then grazed your shin drawing a path along the skin there up your leg, across your knee to the top of your inner thigh. You smiled softly knowing just who this was.

“Is this your way of telling me I’m too hot for you to handle?”

He didn’t answer, instead he continued the trail of the cold item until he was not going across your stomach, up the center of your body to your chin. He then traced your bottom lip, and you knew then it was ice.

“Say ah.”

You obeyed then tastes the sweetness of strawberry and the tang of lemon all in a cold frozen mix. Moaning, you sucked on the popsicle savoring the contrasting flavors. All the while you sucked, you moaned until suddenly Regé pulled it from your lips. In protest, you pursed your lips more then pulled off your eye mask. The man before you took your breath away. How the hell was one man so beautiful, you wondered to yourself. Regé’s eyes were dark, hooded and spellbinding.

“If I had known all I needed to do to have you look at me like this was to suck your popsicle I would have done it long time ago,” you teased.

The corner of his mouth turned up before he smiled softly. “Is that right?”

You smiled, licked your bottom lip and nodded. “If I promise to look at you like this from now on, will you do it again?”

You snorted, losing the battle.

“So fresh,” you said while playfully swatting his bare chest.

“Hey, it was you who brought up sucking my popsicle not me,” Regé protested.

“Right and you were the innocent bystander completely drawn in by this Jezebel.”

Regé smiled again lowering himself over you, blocking out the heat of the sun completely but replacing it with the heat of his body.

“Jezebel, oh no no no. I hold you in much higher regard than that. Jezebel just won’t do,” he teased.

Your brow cocked while your lips quirked. “Oh really?”

His eyes dipped to your lips as he nodded. “Absolutely. Sorceress, perhaps, enchantress maybe, or—goddess.”

His lips were right above yours as he trailed the popsicle across them again, the whole time he kept his dark maple syrup eyes remained glued to yours. Suddenly his lips spread into a smile.

“Yes, goddess. I like that. My goddess.”

“Yours?”

He nodded.

“If I am yours then shouldn’t I be praised or—worshiped?”

There was that smile again, you said to yourself as he focused on you as if you were his afternoon snack. His eyes slowly sank to your mouth as your tongue snaked out to lick at the melting sweet liquid.

“You are absolutely right. You deserve praise, worship, tributes, and devotion. Here is my first.”

Regé dipped down and pressed his lips to yours trapping the popsicle between you. Moaning, you matched his movements kissing him just as fiercely as he kissed you. Your moans melded together and as your kiss intensified the popsicle melted from your combined heat. Bringing your hands up, you dug your fingers into his hair and gave as good as you got. Regé moaned when your tongue snaked around his to suck. He then pressed his chest to yours leaving not even a centimeter.

Within seconds, your hands were roaming down his toned back and you were enjoying every inch of skin you got your hands on. These last two weeks the two of you had quickly gotten into a groove and comfort with one another and often touched one another. There was no part of the day you spent together where you weren’t touching somewhere. Even while you slept, in the same bed now, you touched. The only time you weren’t was when either of you were showering or using the bathroom.

Touching him had quickly become your new obsession.

Regé groaned before he pulled away pressing his forehead to yours panting.

“Mercy, Y/N. Mercy I beg of you.”

You smiled and released him bringing your hands to rest over your head.

“Mercy granted.”

Regé took a deep breath trying to steady himself, then he pulled back slightly.

“I came over for a reason and that reason wasn’t to seduce or be seduced.”

You smiled. “No? Well good thing I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

He didn’t look convinced one bit and that made you laugh. “Okay what did you come over for?”

Regé sighed, “To ask you on a date this afternoon.”

Your smile faded for a moment as you took him in. This was one of the many reasons you’d fallen in love with him. His ability to take your breath away with the simplest gesture was astounding.

“A date?’

“Yes. There is somewhere I want to take you.”

You caressed Regé’s cheek then smiled.

“So, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me in about two hours?”

Your smile widened as your belly fluttered. “Yes,” you whispered, not being able to muster anything else.

The way he lit up didn’t help the swarm of butterflies taking flight in your belly. He kissed you once, then twice.

“Good. Meet you on docking level in two hours.”

“Okay.”

He kissed you twice more then he was gone leaving you with the popsicle. As you watched him walk away your eyes were glued to his ass. He had such a great one and you’d seen it twice already. The first when you’d both gone skinny dipping on a whim your first night on the ship, and the second when he’d loosened his towel just before he closed the bathroom door giving you a view of one perfectly toned and shaped ass cheek. You wanted to squeeze it so badly.

Dropping back down onto your back you ferociously bit at the popsicle that was now practically slush. You were massively sexually aroused. You lived on the line of continuous arousal. It had gotten so bad you’d begun to wonder if you’d turned into a sex maniac without even ever having sex with him. None of your friends knew how you’d gone so long without one of you pouncing the other. It was honestly a perplexing miracle it still hadn’t gone down seeing how the last 2 weeks had gone.

You lost yourself in your thoughts for the next several minutes going over the many ways you’d intentionally and unintentionally teased each other. The ways your bodies just craved to be against each other no matter what you were doing. There was this certain aura around him that made him irresistible and every woman you’d encountered clearly saw it too. A loud ship’s horn brought you back to reality. Your popsicle was juice, and you were all sticky in more ways than one.

Once in your room—the room you’d been sharing with Regé for the last two weeks, you showered taking your time to use the delicious smelling body conditioner you’d picked up from a mom-and-pop natural beauty store. It smelled like a tropical vacation mixed with country flowers. You didn’t know how they’d been able to mix the two, but you were glad they did. As you allowed it to soak into your skin, you focused on applying your face scrub and then the soothing gel that was supposed to make you look like you’d just stepped from in front of a misting fan. As you went through your routine, your mind kept wandering to what exactly Regé has up his sleeve. The way he looked when he asked you for a date was so tender so intense. You didn’t know what to expect and since you didn’t know your excitement was steadily increasing.

By the time you finished your shower then made your skin supple and face effortlessly painted, 2 hours had nearly passed. The summer dress you pulled on hugged you in the right places while hoisting your breasts to ensure your cleavage was on point. The deep thigh split gave it the right touch of sexy while keeping it sweet and innocent. After dipping your perfume at your pressure points, you reapplied your lipstick then surveyed yourself once more.

Knock, knock, knock.

You opened the door after crossing the room and smiled at one of the crew members.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Hi.”

“Signore Jean Page says he is waiting for you madam,” he said, his Italian accent heavy.

“Yes. Give me one moment.”

You scurried back to the bed and tucked your phone, a few credit cards, and your lipstick into your purse then grabbed your wide brimmed straw hat and your sunglasses then hurried back to the crew member. He led the way down the corridors and up steps. The further from the room you got the louder and louder it became. It sounded like helicopter blades. A few minutes later you were approaching Regé who was standing beside a helicopter. your eyes widened taking in the sight. What in the world, you thought.

The closer you got Regé’s smile widened. When he took the remaining steps to you keeping his head ducked, he clasped your hands in his.

“You look breathtaking.”

Your belly fluttered. “Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek then your temple.

“Ready?”

“What is all this?”

“Lunch.”

“On the chopper?”

Regé’s smile widened then he tipped his head back and laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me RJP.”

You liked to tease him with the name sometimes and each time it only made him laugh and proceed to tickle you until you gave in. This time was no different.

“All right, I give.”

Regé pulled you flush against him. “And I take.”

He kissed your lips gently, probably trying not to get your lipstick all over him. It was pointless though, you used your thumb and wiped at the berry blush shade now on his lips.

“Shall we?”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you to the helicopter. The whole while he kept one hand around your waist and the other atop your head ensuring you remained low. Once you were both in, you put on the headset as you readied yourself for lift off. When the helicopter began lifting, you looped your arm in Regé’s then laid your head on his shoulder. You felt his lips brush the top of your head and you thought nothing could be more perfect than this moment.

A few short minutes later, the view of the Italian countryside took your breath away. The greens were so much lusher than any you’d seen before, the blue of the ocean was more like the deepest turquoise ever discovered, then the wildflowers that were in a rainbow array of colors that decorated the fields completed the live canvas painting. You pointed things out to Regé as he did the same. The whole time you both snuggled together and giggled. It was the perfect picture of peace.

Once the helicopter landed and you disembarked, Regé took your hand and led you down a field to a waiting man who held on to two bikes. He paid the man while exchanging pleasantries in Italian looking as if the man was his long-lost best friend. That was another reason you’d fallen in love with him. He had a way to make everyone he encountered feel comfortable and appreciated. He didn’t treat anyone as if he were better than them and always remained humbled.

“Ready?”

“You bet.”

You climbed onto the old-fashioned bike making sure to tuck the hem of your dress between your legs to prevent any mishaps and placed your purse into the basket in the front. It was adorable. Glancing over to Regé, you smiled at his tall frame on the dainty looking bike.

“Keep up slow poke,” you teased before you took off down the dirt path.

“Cheater!”

The two of you rode bikes along the path. One minute you were in front, the next he was, but the whole time you laughed and taunted each other. After a mile or two, you found a thicket of trees and got off for a rest under a tree sipping limoncellos like locals. Before either of you knew it you were making out under and up against the trees not caring if anyone was around to watch. When you got to a small town you explored while keeping a hold on each other. Every few seconds, Regé was snapping pictures of you making you feel like a model rather than a stylist. He was truly your biggest hype man.

When the sun was a little past its peak, you rolled up to the breathtaking view of Provence’s Lavender Fields.

“Oh my god.”

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

As far as the eye could see lavender decorated the hills. It smelled like heaven and every time the wind picked up a wave of calm washed over you.

“Absolutely amazing.”

You felt Regé come beside you then wrap his arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve reached our destination.”

You smiled and couldn’t help but kiss him. You climbed off the bike and allowed him to lead you down the path toward the fields. The closer you came the stronger the scent of lavender filled the air and the giddier you became. Soon, you couldn’t help but take off running through the rows of lavender tracing your hands along them. When you smelled your fingers, you moaned as they picked up the aroma the buds left.

“Oh my gosh. It’s beautiful,” you stretched out.

When you turned, you found Regé walking calmy behind you with a wide smile on his face as he watched you.

“You’re beautiful!”

Giggling you twirled and twirled. If this was what complete peace and joy felt like you wanted to bottle this moment to revisit every chance you got.

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-Regé-

Christ, you were beautiful, he thought as he watched you run around like a child touching every bushel of lavender only to bring your hands to your nose to inhale deeply. When you began twirling with your arms outstretched screaming “weee”, he had to laugh. His chest tightened as his heartbeat increased. It was something that had been happening since he’d met you and even more since you’d been spending every day together. He’d pieced it together that it was a result of you. Everything he’d learned about you over the last 2 weeks has only increased the intensity of his heart’s beating.

You turned to him again and stuck your tongue out at him before you winked. Just like that you took his breath away and the only thought in his mind was forever. It was a word he’d thought about plenty of times since you’d run into his arms at the yacht when you’d first arrived. That was several ports ago. After the second night on the yacht, he knew he couldn’t sleep away from you anymore. When you’d made it known that you felt the same way he had to keep himself contained so you didn’t know then and there just how hooked he was. You had him hook, line and sinker.

He found this odd. No woman had ever had this strong of an effect on him. No woman had every done so little and had him wrapped around their finger so effortlessly. He knew it was more than the honeymoon stage, or the obsession stage of a relationship. This was something more.

You stopped a few feet in front of him staring at something. As he came up beside you, he saw what held you captivated.

“Hope you’re hungry. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” he said his lips pressed to your ear.

Your body shook and he took that as a good sign. He affected you as much as you affected him. He kept his hand on your hip and when your eyes met his there went his breath again.

“Did you do this?”

He brushed his lips against your exposed shoulder, an action he’d wanted to do since you boarded the helicopter.

“I did.”

There was no need for words. He could see everything in your eyes, and he allowed his feelings to shine through to you as well. Lifting your hand to his lips, he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “Come on.”

Leading you to the constructed wooden gazebo that housed a glass chandelier, a linen covered table and two chairs in the middle of the field he kept his hand planted on your hip loving the way you felt against him.

“Oh my god, Regé.”

You stopped in front of the table and looked around. When he saw the tears in your eyes he scoffed and shook his head. “Don’t cry. Come, sit.”

He pulled out one of the chairs for you then pushed it in when you sat. Once he sat diagonal from you, he wasted no time popping the top off the rose what was sitting in the ice bucket and filling both your glasses.

“I can’t believe you did this. How?”

“A good magician never reveals.”

He held his glass out to you and watched as you did the same. “To lavender fields and the taste of your lips.”

You smiled, tapped his glass then downed the glass in one go. It was small surprises like this he loved about you. He could never predict your next move. Everything you did always somehow came as a surprise—a pleasant one. He followed suit and drank the whole glass then poured again.

“Bon appetite.”

He’d made sure to request all of your favorites and a few authentic Italian dishes and was happy to see the smorgasbord of options displayed on the table. The two of you filled your plates with bits and pieces from every platter then sat back and at in harmonious silence. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words. Instead, you ate and enjoyed the comfort of being together. It was something he hadn’t experienced before.

The women in his past were the complete opposite. He always got the impression they were trying to impress him or prove why they belonged by his side. He could never get a feel of their authentic self. With you, he didn’t get that at all. You remained true to who you were, never putting on any false masks. You laughed wholeheartedly, ate without a care of who watched, danced freely, spoke with an animated joy that always held him captivated and that was just the beginning.

When you did speak, the conversation easily drifted over topic after topic. Nothing was off limits. You pointed out the scenery, told him about other beautiful sights you’d seen. To that he said he wished to be with you when you saw others. That was when you bashfully smiled dipping your head and coyly hiding your smile behind your hand. He was a complete goner; it was pretty pathetic. He could tell you had no idea, and he couldn’t fathom how you hadn’t guessed. How could you not tell just how much he loved you.

It hit him like a ton of bricks right then. He loved you. He was in love with you.

“Why’re you smiling?”

“How can I not smile when I’m with you?”

“Dear god Regé, what in the world are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this lite, this--,” you began then shook your hands around the air to emphasis something. “Ya’ know?”

He snorted and shook his head. “No, I haven’t a clue what that was? That was--.”

“Was it weird?”

“A little.”

You laughed loudly. Your laugh was so contagious he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you.

“Don’t laugh at me. Jeez, I just mean—I’m happy. You make me happy.”

Damn, he thought. Four words and he was putty in your hands. Again, that bashful smile of yours returned and you dipped your head down. Reaching over, he took your hand then raised it to his lips.

“You make me happier than I’ve ever been,” he confessed.

“I do?”

Nodding slowly, he looked over every inch of your beautiful, glowing face. “How can you not know, Y/N? How can you not know how incredible you are?”

You smirked, licked your lips then put your other hand on top of his. “You’re pretty incredible too RJP.”

He snorted then shook his head. Of course, you’d tease him now. The two of you sat there comfortably holding hands and watching the fields like an old married couple. A few hours later when all the food was gone and most of the wine, you walked through the fields hand in hand with a bottle of wine in each of your hands, trying to top the other with the poems you each knew. When you’d gone through all you knew, you moved on to limericks and haikus. You called to every part of him, and he couldn’t believe how right you felt to him.

When you broke away from him you bent over touching your nose to a bundle of lavender. It was the perfect picture, so he took his phone out and snapped it. You looked at him, smiled widely then stuck your hand out.

“No paps.”

He captured picture after picture of you using the field as your photoshoot set. You looked breathtaking with the lavender behind you, and he knew this sight would remain his favorite for a long time. You turned to him again and stuck a bundle of lavender behind your ear then blew him a kiss. It was an image he pressed to memory with the camera. As he looked over the picture, he got lost in it—in you. When he looked up again it was just in time to see the white of your dress swish out of sight behind a tall row of lavender.

“Catch me if you can,” you sing-songed as you giggled.

Smiling, he followed the trail of your voice, but he didn’t rush, instead he took his time and allowed his senses to lead him. Whenever he turned a corner, he only ever caught the faintest of white of your dress before it disappeared. As he moved, he snapped the pictures as he pleased, curious to later see what the camera caught. You continued to elude him for the next several minutes, but he didn’t stress it because somehow, he knew exactly where you were. When he completely lost sight of you, he stopped, closed his eyes, and used his senses to see if he could find you.

He felt you first then smelled you, but he waited until you crept closer. Cute, he thought. When he was sure you were close, he spun, dipped down taking you over his shoulder and spun you around. Your laughter echoed over the open fields, and it sounded like music. He was too far gone. He flipped you down and gently brought you down atop a bushel of lavender. He watched you laugh some more and allowed his imagination to run while and envision you all dressed in white.

When you opened your eyes to peer into his, he audibly gulped. You looked like a seductress, an image from daydreams. Lavender buds decorated your face, neck, and decolletage and his fingers itched to touch.

“You caught me,” you softly said.

“I have all the Gods in every religion to thank for that.”

You smiled and he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he caressed it, gently brushing away the lavender buds.

“Are you happy, Y/N?”

“Do you really have to ask? I haven’t stopped smiling since we met and I’m lying here on top of a bed of lavender completely wine tipsy.”

Grasping a stem of lavender, he used it to trace a path across your cheek then down your neck and to your collar. Where the stem went his eyes followed. The purple of the lavender complimented your skin tone in so many ways. He had a thought then to bring some of this lavender back to the ship so you could add it to your bath. It would be just as much a treat for him than you.

“I’m completely under your spell,” he said.”

“My spell? So, I’m a witch now?”

“No, just absolutely bewitching in every--,” he kissed your nose, “Single.” He kissed one cheek. “Way.” He placed the final soft kiss to your other cheek before locking eyes with you again.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth and the fire he’d seen in your eyes plenty of times ignited.

“God, Y/N. I have never been in love like this.”

He felt your body tense, but you didn’t move away.

“It has only ever felt like this with you. I swear every time I look at you or see you a hand squeezes my heart making it stop for a few seconds or until you touch me. It’s the most terrifying and intense feeling I have ever felt. I didn’t know what it meant until it hit me. I—I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He waited, giving you time to comprehend what he’d just said and to decipher what you felt. Long moments stretched as the wind gently brushed against you sending lavender buds through the air and wrapping you both in a cocoon of fragrant bliss.

You lifted your hand to his cheek then you smiled softly. “Wow. I love you too.”

His smile was slow but full. You wrapped your arms around his neck then smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the thing he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to give to you.

“What’s this?”

“For you.”

You took the red leather case then looked at him. “Regé, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“I wanted to.”

You smiled then opened the case. Your eyes went wide when you saw the bracelet inside.

“Oh my god, Regé,” you gasped.

“I’ve been carrying it around for the last 2 weeks waiting for the perfect moment. Thank God, I found it. It’s the vintage version of Cartier’s Love bracelet. I want you to wear it so you will always know that I love you and am completely obsessed with you. Wear it and know it comes with my undying faithfulness to you, my unyielding love for you, my unwavering devotion to you and unquenchable passion for you.”

You laid there speechless with wide eyes never taking them off of him.

“I promise to never take you for granted, to never get too wrapped up work and my schedule where I neglect you. I promise to always be here for you when you need a hand, a shoulder, a chest. Let mine be the first you seek and only you need. I promise to never ever get enough of you, to never let this passion fade. I promise to always make you feel beautiful, loved, and special. Most importantly, I promise you my genuine, honest, unconditional and true love.”

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-Y/N-

Holy shit, you thought to yourself as this beautiful and perfect man hovered over you spilling his heart to you. This man who you’d fallen in love with was telling you he’d fallen in love with you too. It was a shock to say the least. You’d hoped of course but you hadn’t suspected he felt how you felt—not yet at least.

The tear that slid out your eye was a happy one, but you saw his brows knit as he trailed his finger up wiping it away.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, words escaping you.

“Tell me, I want to make it better.”

You smiled and brought his head to you, kissing his lips.

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. I just love you.”

Regé slowly smiled and soon the two of you were smiling at each other like fools.

“Will you wear it?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you held up your arm for him to latch the bracelet on. Once he had, you both stared at it feeling the renewed connection between you as well as the weight of the jewelry that probably only equated to less than a pound, but it was the sentiments that weight more than the moon. Regé kissed you again then trailed his lips to your neck then across your collar. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feel of him against you.

The lower he went the more your skin tingled and the more it tingled the wilder the swarm of butterflies in your gut fluttered. When Regé’s lips touched your cleavage, you opened your legs making room for him. A groan was his reply before he latched onto your neck once more. This time his kisses were more persistent. Then they turned to sucks and a moan fell from your mouth. When he pulled the bow tie straps from your shoulder, he replaced them with his lips.

His lips were wreaking havoc on you. Everywhere they went he left trails of icy hot fire which didn’t help you, it only made you want him more. Regé planted kisses across your body dipping down to your stomach and then your bare thigh. When his lips pressed to your exposed inner thigh, you gasped, arching off the bed of Lavender beneath you. Glancing down, you caught Regé’s eyes and the look in them had a pool of moisture dripping from you.

“Oh god,” you whispered as you angled your head backward looking up into the purple, pink and yellow decorated sky.

Regé’s lips went lower on your thigh until he got to your knee, he then switched legs and repeated the kisses showing both your thighs equal attention. You were dizzy at this point. The bottles of wine you’d drank were now teaming up to lift you into the sky. Everything was working against you, the aroma in the air calming you, but Regé’s lips on your flesh working you up into a frenzy and the wine making you want to do very bad, nasty things to him.

“Regé,” you whispered as your hand dropped on top of his head.

“Yes, sunshine,” he mumbled against your hip.

You looked back down and found your dress was just at your crotch, he hadn’t gone any further, but you could see he wanted to. The question was in his eyes coaxing you to ask him—beg him even.

“What do you want, princess?”

You bit your bottom lip and tried to restrain yourself a little. “Please--.”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

Regé dropped a kiss on your fully clothed pubis. You groaned then huffed. A small smile spread across his face.

“Can I taste you, Y/N?”

You shattered then. You were his to do with as he saw fit. You nodded a little more enthusiastically than you’d wanted which made Regé smile.

“Relax for me sweetheart. Let me do all the work.”

With that, you felt his lips start again on your thighs before he made his way to your pelvis. Dropping back, you sighed as you stared into the sky. You felt him pull your underwear to the side then suck in a rushed breath. Your head snapped up to watch.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. So—perfect.”

Who knew you had a praise kink. With those words you felt new wetness seep from you. It was something Regé proved as a fact when he groaned.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

With that, he tipped his tongue out and licked you from opening to clit. You gasped, then dropped back onto the lavender.

“Haaaa,” you moaned out.

Regé swirled your clit with his tongue. The action was so slow that you found yourself bucking against his mouth just to feel more. Regé chuckled softly.

“Patience sunshine.”

Your hips stilled and as if to reward you, he kissed your swollen and aching bud. You sighed again then settled allowing him to pleasure you. When he licked across you again, he flicked your bud then sucked on it. Your hands flew to his head, and you buried your fingers into his curls.

“Mmmm,” you taste like rose, and strawberries,” Regé whispered.

His beard gently scratched the insides of your thighs and you bucked again. This time Regé wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing you close to him while holding you right where he wanted. His movements turned greedy then. As he latched onto your clit he slurped against your skin making goosebumps decorate your flesh. You could feel the beginning stirs of your impending release. Regé released your touch starved bud, then sloppily kissed your inner thighs nipping and sucking his way back to your core.

Once there he feasted starting a pace and rhythm that your body never memorized because every few seconds he switched it up. He dipped his tongue into your heat, then sucked before he brought his tongue to your clit. Quick butterfly flicks sent your back arching off the ground and your fingers digging deeper into his hair.

“Yes, Regé. Yes. Haaa!”

He mumbled against you speeding up his tongue before he sucked your flesh somehow getting your entire mound into his mouth. You saw stars in the lavender sky and imagined the buds of lavender floating above you in a swirling pattern. Hypnotized, you gasped loudly then clenched your thighs around Regé’s head trapping him as your body released all the pent-up desire within it.

“Aaaaaah!”

Slowly your body relaxed then released him from it’s prison. When you looked down at him he looked so damn fuckable. His lips were red, wet, and swollen. His eyes hooded and filled with so much need that you nearly threw yourself on him. Whatever desire your body had just expelled came back full force.

“I could taste you all day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

You smirked then laughed for some reason. Was it the wine finally driving you mad, or was it this man doing all the driving?

“Come ‘ere.”

Regé slid up you body pressing himself against you before he hovered over your face.

“You taste delicious.”

Looking him in his eyes you spoke. “Make love to me.”

Any humor on his face was gone in an instant and in that instant yearning like you’d never seen filled his Russet brown eyes. He didn’t answer which made you wonder if he didn’t hear you.

“Regé.”

“Right here?”

“Right now.”

He searched your eyes for a few seconds. “I don’t have--.”

“I trust you.”

He looked as if he could have said “aww” which made you smile.

“Make love to me.”

For emphasis so he knew you meant it, you began peeling his latte-colored blazer off of his shoulders revealing his white crewneck t-shirt. Regé helped you undress him, moving to lift his white shirt from his body after your smaller hands peeled off his blazer. As he was shirtless over you, you couldn’t help but gawk at his magnificent flesh on display. He was built, not overtly so but more than enough. His abs bulged underneath the light of the setting sun, decorated by a dusting of dark coiled hair that your fingers wanted—no needed to touch. So you did.

Contradiction, you thought. It looked coarse but to the touch it was soft. You felt Regé’s midsection quiver as he released a jagged breath. Your eyes locked and it felt like air had turned electric. Your entire body felt like you’d stuck your wet finger into a socket. The clench in his jaw told you he had to also be feeling the same thing. At the same time, you and Regé went for eachother meeting one another halfway. His large hand held you around your back as you brought your hands to his pants.

Your lips danced together, fitting together perfectly. You moaned against him when he splayed his hand at your tailbone and pulled you closer to him. This action sent your wet core against the hardened mass that was his dick.

“Fuck,” you mumbled against his lips.

Hastily, you undid the button of his pants then moved on to the zipper.

Regé groaned and rocked forward sending his need flush against you. The impressive hardness was coaxing you, tempting you, driving you fucking insane. You couldn’t handle anymore. Regé latched his lips onto your neck right at your sweet spot. Your high-pitched panting rolled over the empty lavender fields. You lifted your legs using your now bare feet to push at the pants and underwear still separating you and Regé. You needed to feel him against you. You were tired of waiting.

“How do you feel this good?”

Regé sounded mystified, confused by how effortlessly the two of you complimented the other.

You clawed at his back then smiled when you felt the strong muscles bunch and dance under your fingers. Regé shimmied from his clothing then you felt the weight of him pressing atop your pubis. You couldn’t help but look and when you did your jaw dropped. Fuck, you thought. You’d suspected he was hung but good golly miss molly. Not only was he lengthy but his girth was impressive. Your core clenched in anticipation of the battle ahead. You were so glad you were wet already.

“Are you sure?”

Regé’s voice was strained as if he was barely holding on. The sticky opaque liquid seeping from him confirmed it, he was just as on edge as you were. You met his eyes and nodded. You felt him rub his dick along your slit. Slowly down to your opening, around it then slowly back up to your hungry clit then around it. He did this a few times each time teasing your body more and more. Every time he circled your opening you took a small breath, held it, and waited for him to fill you but he didn’t. When he didn’t your body tensed. Soon, you were so tightly bound that if the wind blew as it had a few moments ago you’d come.

“Regé,” you whimpered.

His thick knitted eyebrows, squinted eyes and clenched jaws said he wasn’t just teasing you but he was teasing himself. He circled your opening again then locked eyes with you just before he thrust forward sending just the head of his invasion inside of you. You clenched around him sucking the very life from his dick. The action had Regé half collapse on top of you. His elbows dug into the lavender underneath your bodies sending the aroma to swim more around you.

You couldn’t move, the stretch of just the tip of him had you stunned. It had been a while since you’d done this and while you were no professional, professional you definitely weren’t a novice. Lifting your legs off the ground, you wrapped them around his back giving him a different angle. Regé sucked in a breath as he dipped deeper inside of your body. Slowly he filled you, slowly giving you every inch of him. With every second your body slowly adjusted to him. It wasn’t painful per se, but you undeniably felt the stretch as your body tried to adjust to him. He felt incredible, powerful, and so damn hot inside of you that you knew you weren’t going to last long. You were surprised you’d held on this long.

“Uuugh,” Regé grunted as you clenched around him again. He was fully sheathed within you and just waiting, allowing you to adjust. You loved him even more for it but your impatience was getting the better of you.

“M—more!”

Regé drew back only leaving the tip of himself inside before he thrust forward in one swift and powerful thrust.

“Ah!”

Again he did it. Each time he thrust back into you; his force was more bruising, more demanding. It felt as if he were demanding everything you had, every crevice, every inch of your canal, everything you had to give—he wanted. When he thrust into you again, you raised to meet him then circled your hips willingingly giving him everything he wanted. It was his for the taking. Regé’s shouldered tensed when you did it then you felt him bit your neck.

“Yes, Y/N!”

Feeling bolder from his praise you met him thrust for thrust, each time circling your hips fucking him as good as he was fucking you. Regé’s sped his thrusts sending your still concealed breasts swinging. His eyes locked on your globes then he cupped one and roughly pulled your dress down to reveal one breast.

“Haa! So fucking beautiful.”

His lips latched onto your pert nipple and he sucked as if there was life saving nectar within them. You moaned as your pleasure doubled and again your eyes locked onto the beautiful sky above you. You’d wondered when this would happen and couldn’t have picked a better one. You knew you’d always remember this.

“I love—love—I love you,” Regé stuttered out.

He was shaking above you and you knew he was holding himself back. Rolling onto him, your bodies crushed another lavender bushel. You made a mental note to generously compensate the farmers before you left. The way Regé looked up at you as he laid under the bed of lavender only made your heart lurch, and core clench around him like a vampire needing more sustenance from its prey. You felt so full of him, so incredibly full that you couldn’t believe you weren’t trying to get away from him. Instead, you rocked your hips, rolling them as cerulean waves did in the endless depths of the ocean.

Regé planted one hand on your hip and one hand behind his head as his jaw slacked. Grinding on him, you put one hand across his abs and the other on your head. The sensations bubbling within you were becoming so intense—too intense. you were close. When you began bouncing on him you shook every time you came down on his thickness and every time you shook your orgasm crept closer and closer. Regé gripped your hips with both hands then jack hammered into you. With eyes locked and your desire for one another at peak you came undone.

“Aaaaah! Regé!”

His name echoed over the vastness of the field, and you didn’t care if anyone was around to hear it or see the carnal things you were doing in broad daylight. They were welcomed to watch, and you hoped they were enjoying the show, because you definitely were.

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-Regé-

Taking advantage of your lackadaisical state of mind, he rolled onto you again, put your leg onto his shoulder then held the other down. You were wide for him. Every inch of your sex was on display for his eyes to feast on and he loved the view. Fucking hell you were gorgeous. Every single inch of you his eyes had seen he’d been met with nothing but perfection. You were perfect, perfect for him and he’d never let you go. Never. He thrust into you again and your hand flew to his stomach. He hesitated for a moment studying you.

The look in your eyes and the way you bit onto your bottom lip told him it wasn’t that he’d hurt you. No, that wasn’t it. You were sensitive from your orgasm seconds ago, and if he did that again you’d come all over again. He knew it and he desperately wanted you to lose control, he needed to see you at your most primal, lost in the need of your desire for him. Probably because he was already there. He was holding back with every punch of control he still possesed.

With a smirk, he repeated the action. His swollen tip nudged against the tightly coiled bundle of flesh inside of you and when you released a breathy gasp and bite down harder on your lip he knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He did it again and watched your skin prickle with goosebumps erupt. God he loved how you reacted to him. When he did it a fourth time you came again, arching off of the bed of lavender while pressing your hands flat against the ground. You looked like you were summoning the goddess of the earth herself using your orgasm as tribute.

“Shhhhit!”

He quickly plowed into you, his control was gone and all he felt was a deep burning need for you. Your moans got louder and louder and as they did you writhed underneath him. Locking his eyes on your sex, he watched himself slip in and out of your slickened heat and every thrust forward his mouth watered at how you sucked him in, how you took from him what you wanted. His body tensed, heart thudded rapidly, and his thrusts staggered as he lost control completely. With one, then two more thrusts he knew he was going to come, and he knew this would be one for the record books.

You dug your nails into his back as you locked eyes with him and seductively whimpered his name.

“Rege!”

That was all he needed before his entire being left his body as he came, filling you with spurt after spurt of everything he had. It was yours, no matter what you wanted he’d give it to you and that included his first, second, third and last born. He was yours, unequivocally and quite possibly eternally. God help him.

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