Seventy-Two

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Authors note: There's smut.

-Willow-

My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I stared down into the chocolate eyes that I sought for comfort every day.

"Willow, will you do me the extreme honor of marrying me?" It rolled off his tongue like a prayer, the openness of it, his words showing his vulnerability. Part of me wondered if I was being punked, Alex would do that a lot. Make me think I was getting one thing, but it was always something.. Worse.

Noah. I blinked the tears out of my eyes, feeling them slide down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I um- c-can you ask again? I-i wasn't ready." I stumbled over my words, swallowing the knot in my throat. Noah smiled sweetly at me and extended his hand for me to grab before he gently pulled me towards him. His hand held mine as he remained on one knee. The box was open and I wanted to vomit at the ring inside, it was gorgeous, and too much. I stared at the ring, it was familiar somehow.

"Willow Ilah Greenbriar, I have waited what feels like a lifetime to ask you to please marry me. I have searched high and low for my heart, only for it to be with you the whole time. I couldn't possibly go another day without you, my love. I have waited since we were teenagers to ask you, I want to build my life with you, more than I already have. I want you to be the woman I marry, have more children with, and grow old with. It's always been you, it's always going to be you, Princess. Will you marry me?" My lip began quivering as I quickly nodded.

"Y-yes, yes. Oh my god, yes!" It fell from my mouth in different octaves, quiet, soft, and in disbelief before I realized it was real, it was happening.

Noah chuckled, taking the ring from the box and holding my left hand gently, sliding the ring onto my finger. It fit like a glove and I watched as the light danced across the diamonds.

"Noah this is too mu-" His finger slipped below my chin, pulling my face up, our eyes locked with one another.

"You deserve the world, Lowy. I promised to give you the world." With every word his face lowered closer to mine, his breath dancing across my face, my lips as my eyes fluttered open and closed. The quickly settled closed the moment his lips met mine, a moan slipping from me as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

"N-Noah, I-" My brain had a million questions that needed answering, how, when, why. It wouldn't stop.

"Shh, Lo, just be here with me, we have forever." He shushed my lips, attacking mine again, he walked forward, walking me backward into the studio before he backed me up against his desk. I whimpered softly, one of his hands on my hip while the other held my thigh. I instinctively gave a soft jump to his desk, his hands helping guide me onto the glass top.

I ran my hands under his shirt, both of us pulling away, he bent down to help me pull the material over his head, and I threw it to the side. His hand slipped from my waist to under my dress, bunching it up my body before tossing it to the side. I sent a mental thank you to Nick, for telling me to wear a dress today and I patted myself on the back for not wearing a bra. I didn't have time to blink before his mouth slipped to my neck, leaving light nips on the skin as moans fell from my lips.

"Fuck, I can't believe it's happening." He mumbled against my neck, his coming in nice mustache tickling the skin, I wrapped my fingers around his belt buckle, making quick work of the metal before I pulled it apart, my fingers quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. I used my legs to push them down, Noah lifted my body from his desk while stepping out of his pants. Left them behind before he carried me to the sofa, lowering my body down gently, his hand pulling my leg to wrap around his hip, I could feel his dick reacting against me, his hand slipping down and trailing up my side, gently dancing across the skin before he swirled his finger over my breast, a gasp leaving me as my body arched into his. His hand traveled higher up, over my shoulder, and neck, I watched a soft smile as he felt my pulse point before his hand settled on the side of my face.

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