7 Virgin Blood
The Warm Morning

I woke up slowly. Stretching, I looked around and tried to sit down. I realized I was in my room now. With a frown, I reached out to sweep the hair from the face. Then I remembered, I fell asleep in my lover's arms. It must have been him who carried me to my room, my mind.

Get out of bed, I take my cane and cross the room and stick my ear to the door, wondering, is that guy up? Do I dare go to the bathroom?

Not hearing anything, I put on a bathrobe on top of my shirt and rushed through space after space to get to the kitchen area. The bathroom door opened a little, I snuck in and closed the door.

This morning I finished my bath faster than usual. With straight hair that had been neatly combed and on my shoulders I came out of the bathroom.

"Oh!" I cried, spontaneously my hand clutched the collar of my bathrobe when I found Ak Jaka sitting at the kitchen table, his legs thrust forward, and in his hand was a cup of coffee. The smell was pouring out in the kitchen room tickling my nose. "I thought you were still sleeping" I said.

Ak Jaka smiled. "My sun was shining, so I woke up" he said. His gaze traced me. Watching my hair fall to my shoulders. Barefooted, with thumbs peeking out from under my cloak. And I wonder, why does her eyes look so intimate? Did I get in his eyes? I felt as if I was so sexy, and my cheeks were flushed with her gaze. It made the man smile again because he realized my reaction.

But, yes, the only bad thing in this moment was the existence of the damn stick that was clamped under my arm. If I have to walk, I have to release my grip on the collar of my bathrobe. But, well, eventually it adds a little bit of luck to me.

"Need help?" ask Ak Jaka.

Immediately I shook my head. But Ak Jaka's question was just a small talk, even though I shook my head, he quickly stood up, put down his coffee cup and walked up to me.

"I'd rather if you nodded your head" she said, a sweet smile returning to her face.

Basic mode! He took my wand and leaned it against the wall, yet I could ask him why he took my wand, he immediately carried me.

Oh my God, just having that guy in the kitchen makes me nervous. It was like a home and domestic scene, Ak Jaka was sitting at the table drinking coffee in the morning, I was in a bathrobe - - out of the bathroom and we suddenly met our gazes, then she carried me, took me to the room. If only this was in the time of the newlyweds, this scene would have continued and we would have made out on our bridal beds.

Oh my God. I gulped hard, my body grew warmer thinking of Ak Jaka and the sweet moment in bed with him. My sweet wishes.

"Geez, Ak, I can be alone" I said, with my naivety. I wanted to refuse, but also liked her sweet attitude.

Ak Jaka took me to my room, sat me down in front of the dresser, leaned over to kiss me on my forehead, then he looked me in the mirror. "It would have felt more perfect had we been married" he said.

"Why should I suppose that we can make it happen soon, right? Today we can get married. That's if you want to."

And the answer is no. He doesn't want to. Not exactly wanted. Yeah, he didn't say the words of rejection, but his frowning forehead and fingers scratching his forehead as he grinned, it was the personification of the answer not from him.

"Well, come on, please get me my wand. I need it, right?"

A small nod answered me, then he stepped foot and walked out of my room.

For a moment, somehow at first, I re-thought of the sweet moment that had just happened. I closed my eyes and re-imagined the man - his black hair, his muscles, his pure white skin, his broad shoulders, and his level legs.

"I came to propose to you, honey. Not to marry you." Ak Jaka came to bring my wand and put it on the side of the dressing table. "I think even if you accept my proposal, our marriage must be carefully planned. That's why I didn't bring any important documents to complete our marriage requirements" she said, crouching on her knees in front of me. Grasping both of my hands. "How can we get married officially if I haven't prepared everything yet, hmm? I want to marry you officially, not of legal origin and not registered by the state. You understand that, Little Girl?"

I'm nagging.

Well, he's right. Where does he know that it will be like this our meeting situation: with the presence of twin Ak Jaka and all his football. And it never occurred to me that we would be locked up and forced to be alone in the house.

"I'll marry you officially. Legitimate in the eyes of the law, and religiously legitimate. I don't want to lower your pride as a woman with a betel wedding. Except in urgent situations. Now... Our situation is not too urgent, right? Now I'm with you. I will take care of you and protect you. Always."

And I bowed listlessly.

"Alright," said Ak Jaka later, then he cleared his throat slowly. "I will obey your wishes. I will have people take important documents from home, and will take care of the necessary documents from the local RT. Can you wait a few more days?"

Oh my God, I smiled. "Yes" I said. "Yes. You're serious, right?"

He nodded, and this time smiled at my enthusiastic reaction. "And about the reception, it can't be now. But later, after my troubles are over and the situation calms down, we'll have our wedding reception. Is it okay?"

I nodded my head quickly. "Yes" I said. "The important thing is legitimate and I have you as a family." I leaned over her body and hugged her. Clung to his neck. "thank you. Thank ye. Thank you." Thank you."

"Quiet, Honey...."

"I'm senaaaaang..," my arc as I continue to cling to it.

"Yes, but...." Ak Jaka lost his balance and was even lying on the floor. I fell down, fell on his body. "That's it...."

"I'm happy, you know! Everything will be as I expected. We'll have one family card. My name will no longer be alone. We'll have kids and new names on our family cards. Maybe three or four kids. Five can be."

Ak Jaka. "Close to you" he said, wrapping his arms around my body tightly. Then his laughter stopped, he looked at me so closely that his gaze was focused on my lips, and I realized that the man's right foot was locking my left foot between his legs. And then, slowly, he laid me to the left side, and simultaneously he was on top of me. Overmock me. And looked at me with passion. Then he kissed me.

My heart is pounding wildly. He's devouring my lips. *. And forced his tongue into my mouth. I could feel the center of his passion pressing down on me full of desire, also from the motion of his hand that traced my body.

"Oh, shit!" his gerrick. He quickly got up, then pulled my hand to help me sit down. He kissed me again, hard and fast, then galloped out of the room.

Dazed, I stared at his disappearance. Feeling a bit of disappointment because he left.

But that's the best. What would happen if the man stayed?