Love Me, Don't Fix Me

Andrew kissed her like she was the only thing grounding him to this world—as if letting go would make her disappear. His lips trailed down her body, brushing every inch with reverence. She gasped when he reached the sensitive skin between her thighs, her fingers digging into the sheets. Her entire body shivered with anticipation.

She whimpered, a sound she didn't recognize coming from herself, when he pressed his lips to her most intimate place. A wave of heat flooded her, her breath hitching as he moved with deliberate care. She had never felt anything so consuming in her life. The sensation was foreign, intense, yet laced with love.

Her back arched, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. His tongue moved in slow, steady circles, sending jolts of pleasure rippling through her. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All she could do was whisper his name in a soft, breathless plea.

"Andrew…" His name spilled from her lips like a prayer, full of trust, of need, of surrender.

He looked up at her, checking, always checking, like he needed to be absolutely sure she wanted this. She nodded, unable to speak, her eyes glassy with emotion.

She had imagined this moment before—wondered what it would feel like, fantasized in quiet silence during nights when the loneliness hit harder than usual. But nothing—nothing—had prepared her for this. Not the way his hands explored her body like a sacred map, not the way her soul trembled beneath every touch.

Her friends had spoken casually about their experiences, about hookups, about pleasure and desire. She had listened, curious but never quite able to relate. Her life had always been wrapped in rules and warnings, in fear of the man who ruled their household with an iron grip. With a father like Nikolai Volkov, there was never room for freedom. Never room for this.

But now, here she was. Her heart bare. Her soul trembling. Her body surrendering to a boy who had become her entire universe.

When he slid his hand between her thighs again, fingers moving with gentle insistence, she gasped and clutched at him, her body rising to meet his touch instinctively. It was overwhelming—how he knew exactly how to make her fall apart and yet hold her together at the same time.

He was slow, patient. Giving her time to feel, to adjust, to trust. To want. And she did. God, she did.

"You okay?" he whispered against her skin, his voice husky.

She nodded, tears burning the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of what she felt. "I've never felt anything like this," she admitted.

"I know," he said, placing a kiss just above her heart. "Me neither. Not like this."

They weren't just bodies colliding in the dark. This wasn't just about lust. This was healing. This was two broken people, finding wholeness in each other's arms.

Andrew's hands moved with a reverence that made Nova feel like something sacred. Every touch sent tremors through her, every kiss stole her breath away. Her heart pounded in rhythm with the intensity building inside her, until her entire world narrowed to the feel of his skin on hers, his whispered name on her lips.

Her body arched into him instinctively, trembling as his finger rubbed her clit and the wave of release surged through her. She clutched the sheets, eyes fluttering shut, a breathless cry of his name leaving her lips like a final confession. The stars she had always admired through her window as a child had never looked as beautiful as the ones she felt exploding behind her eyelids now.

She gasped for air, overwhelmed, and Andrew held her like she was made of glass—his hands gentle, grounding her as she came down from the high.

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him reach for the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom, something he had kept tucked away but never thought he'd need—until now. He slipped it on with care, his eyes locked on hers, waiting.

He hovered above her, his breathing ragged, lips parted. "May I?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nova nodded, heart racing. "Yes," she whispered, the word thick with trust.

He moved slowly, carefully, as if she were the most fragile thing in the world. A soft hiss escaped her lips as he entered, and he stilled immediately.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, concern etching every line of his face.

Nova looked up at him, her eyes soft but certain. "Continue," she said, threading her fingers through his hair. "Please."

Their bodies moved together in a slow, unsteady rhythm—new, unsure, but filled with something pure. Every moment was a quiet promise. Every breath a confession. She had given herself to him completely—not out of impulse, but love.

And he held her like he knew exactly what she meant by that.

The room filled with whispers and soft sighs, kisses and tangled fingers, and when they finally stilled, wrapped in each other's arms, it felt less like an ending and more like a beginning.

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They laid there on the bed, tangled in the sheets, their bodies still warm from the passion they had just shared. The silence in the room wasn't awkward or heavy—it was peaceful. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes, that held a shared understanding, that only lovers could have.

Nova's head rested on Andrew's chest, rising and falling with every breath he took. She felt safe, content, and something she hadn't felt in a long time—at peace.

"That was awesome," she said after a few moments, her voice light and tinged with amusement. "Even though my vagina is protesting right now."

Andrew let out a laugh, his chest shaking slightly beneath her. "You'll be fine," he replied, his hand trailing absentmindedly along her arm.

"I know," she murmured.

The light outside had dimmed slowly, casting long shadows over the floor. Time had passed, but neither of them had been in a rush to move. The air between them was still warm, the scent of their connection lingering softly in the room.

"I have to go," she said reluctantly, lifting her head to glance at the clock. "The last thing I want is my dad calling me and tracking my location like some spy."

Andrew sat up as she slid off the bed. She stretched, feeling the soreness in her muscles. A small smile tugged at her lips. She reached for her clothes and began getting dressed.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" he asked, leaning against the headboard.

"Everyday until you get tired of me," she said, winking at him.

"I'll never get tired of you," he replied sincerely.

"I know," she said with a smirk.

She pulled her t-shirt over her head and grabbed her phone and car keys from the nightstand. Andrew followed her to the door, still completely bare, wrapping his arms around her one last time.

"You know hugging me while you're naked is a crime against my body. You are seriously tempting me," she teased, chuckling into his chest.

"Is that a bad thing though?" he asked, brushing his lips against her forehead.

She looked down, then pointed dramatically. "With that thing between your legs? Yep."

Andrew laughed as he stepped back, and she gave him one final kiss before slipping out the door.

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When Nova arrived home, the lights in the living room were still on. Her heels clicked softly against the wooden floors as she walked in. Elara and Nikolai were on the couch, watching a movie. Andrei was already asleep, most likely tucked into bed hours ago.

As soon as she stepped inside, Elara turned and sniffed the air with a dramatic flourish. Her nose twitched, and then her eyes narrowed in amusement.

"You smell like sex," she said matter-of-factly.

Nova's eyes widened in pure horror. Her face went crimson as she gaped. "Mom!"

Elara raised her eyebrows. "What? It's true."

Nova groaned. "Please, not in front of Dad."

But it was already too late.

Nikolai turned slowly, his eyes narrowing. "You had sex?"

Nova pressed her hands over her face. "Why am I being ambushed like this?"

"Did you use protection?" Nikolai asked in his usual deadpan tone.

"Yes, Dad! God! Can we not do this right now?"

"Good. Because tomorrow you have a doctor's appointment," he said. "You're getting on birth control."

Nova groaned again and dropped onto the armchair, burying her face in a cushion.

"You are too young to be called mommy," Nikolai added with a grumble.

Elara cackled beside him. "Oh, she definitely didn't just have missionary either. Look at that glow. Girl, you better hydrate."

"Mooom!"

"What? I'm just saying. You don't just bounce back after your first time."

"I will literally die right now."

Nikolai, to everyone's surprise, smirked slightly. "At least he wasn't an idiot. He used protection."

Nova peeked over the cushion, glaring. "Can we go back to you hating him? That was easier."

"I still hate him. I just hate the idea of diapers more."

Elara placed a hand on her husband's arm and leaned into him. "Let her be. She's growing up. We were young once too."

Nikolai huffed. "I didn't have a daughter back then."

Nova stood up. "I'm going to my room before this gets worse."

"Don't forget the appointment tomorrow. Nine a.m.," Nikolai called.

Nova waved without looking back, already halfway up the stairs.

In her room, she closed the door, leaned against it, and smiled. It had been a long road, painful and twisted, but somehow it had led her here. To Andrew. To peace.

And despite her awkward, over-involved parents, she wouldn't trade it for anything.