Jian the Rakshasa: Part Three

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How the hell am I supposed to do this? I’ve always been good with words, but I’ve never had to use my words in this sort of way before. This blank page in my journal keeps glaring at me, growing ever brighter, more noticeable with every passing second.

Why did I agree to writing our own vows? I know we aren’t having a traditional wedding. Considering our two widely varying backgrounds, we thought it would be nice to have the most basic of wedding, then have the reception be the real special event. But maybe I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Ceres is probably already done with her vows, yet here I am, staring at this blank page that keeps mocking me with how empty it is. It’s the Sahara Desert of empty pages, but the Sahara Desert still somehow has signs of life in it.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and it was a message from Ceres. “How’s it going?” Was all she asked.

Loaded question, my love, but I can’t blurt out to her the whole truth over a message. Especially not when she’s out trying on dresses today. “Getting some work done. How’s dress hunting going?”

I saw her typing, stop, type again, then stop. Uh oh, not her too.

“Everyone has an opinion.” She finally responded after a long while of typing, deleting, and retyping.

“Are they at least being kind?”

“I would say difficult. Not exactly kind but also not really mean either.”

I smiled, happy to have a distraction from the writing I was supposed to be doing. “But have you found anything you liked?”

“Not really.”

I was about to type when she replied instantly again.

“I’ve never cared for white, so all these dresses just seem… off.”

I smirked as I made my reply. “Well obviously you like blue.”

“Wait, that’s actually a good idea.”

I furrowed my brow. Uh oh, what did I just do? My mom has been so excited about dress shopping with Ceres, and she’s a traditional lady. What did I just start?

“What do you mean ‘good idea’?”

“I can’t talk. Your mom is making me try another dress.”

The glaring journal page was back to staring at me. In fact, I was beginning to believe the more I didn’t write on it, the more self aware it was becoming.

Man, I can’t write my vows. Now Ceres has some idea brewing in her head. I sighed heavily, falling back onto the bed. I stared up at the ceiling, running through my head all the little things that had happened to lead up to this point. Ceres in her delivery uniform, the scent of pizza, the long line at the ice cream parlor that stopped outside the jewelry store. It felt like everything in our relationship had been spur of the moment. The proposal was, our first night together was, even our first kiss.

How was I supposed to write vows to capture all of that?

I must have fallen asleep, because I was woken up to my phone vibrating in my pocket again. It was a couple hours later than I remember it being, so I shut the journal instantly.

“Heading home. Want me to pick up anything for dinner?”

“I can make something with leftovers. We don’t need to be spending money right now.”

Her message came faster than I could get up from the couch. “I’m sick of leftovers. Your mom brought sandwiches today so I didn’t even have a good lunch.”

I really didn’t want to be the responsible one, but because we wanted to do a wedding our way, my parents weren’t chipping in a lot. “Don’t whine. I can make us something really good. We need to be saving money for the wedding. We talked about this.”

She was quiet for a long time, so I wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing. Probably plotting, thinking of a way to twist me around her finger and get the takeout meal she wanted.

“I’ll suck your dick.”

I had to laugh. It was desperate, cute, a running gag between us.

“Sucking my dick doesn’t pay the bills.”

“But don’t you wish it would?”

I bit my lip, growing a chub just thinking about it. “I’ll eat you out if you don't get takeout.” It was my counter offer.

Silence again as I am sure she was plotting. I walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what I had to work with.

“I’ll suck your dick and wear the sexy ninja costume.”

Shit, she countered too hard. “I’ll eat you out and wear the devil onesie.” Surely this would get her. I rubbed the growing bulge in my pants as I waited for her reply.

“Your mom said she’d treat us.”

I sighed with relief. “Okay, that’s fine. If someone else is paying then go for it.”

“Hunan Street?” She asked.

“You know what I like.”

“I know you’re thinking about having your dick sucked right now.”

I stopped touching myself and looked around guiltily. “You started it.”

“Don’t worry, when I get home I have some frustration built up that I want you to work out. Deal?”

“Big deal,” I texted back with a grin on my face. Something then clicked and I went back to my journal, opening it up to write down a note for myself on the page.

Ceres got home sometime later, setting down the takeout on the counter with a big huff. She looked up at me as I came out of the bathroom.

“Long day?” I signed to her.

She nodded, coming up to me and wrapping her arms around me. She squeezed me tight, pulling back to sign back to me. “Dress shopping sucks.”

“You don’t even really like dresses,” I replied.

Ceres nodded, a defeated look on her face. She started taking out the takeout then stopped. We looked at one another and Ceres’ cheeks flushed. We both fidgeted, then the next thing I knew, I had my back against the wall with her knelt down before me. My sweatpants were tugged down around my knees and Ceres’ warm mouth was working along my shaft.

I ran my fingers through her hair, breathing out heavily the more she touched, licked, and whatever it is she was doing. It was amazing. Her moans vibrated along my shaft and up through my spine, making the follicles on my head tingle. Her eyes flicked up to me and I met her gaze with a heady expression. It was too good.

Across the room I saw my phone light up, and Ceres removed herself from my cock, staring towards the door. We both panicked, scrambling to get ourselves in order. Ceres went to the door, fixing her clothes right. I nearly tripped and fell as I pulled my pants up and hunted down my missing shirt.

When Ceres came back to the kitchen again she had a stricken look on her face. “It’s your mom!” She signed to me.

What was she doing here?

Mom walked in, head held high and with a smile on her face. “Sorry I’m late! I got caught up looking at a few things on the way in.” She signed as she approached the counter where the food was. She started unpacking it as Ceres and I exchanged looks.

“What do you mean, late?” I asked her.

Mom huffed, her ears sticking up straight in that way that takes me back to my childhood when I didn’t do my homework. “Didn’t Ceres tell you?” She shook her hands as she signed, her way of trying to make her statement. “I’m having dinner with you two.”

Ceres shook her head at me. Obviously my mom didn’t give all the stipulations for why she was buying us dinner. Both Ceres and I gave each other looks to not argue the point, and just eat.

“She just got in so she hadn’t been able to tell me yet,” I lied for her.

Ceres gave me a thumbs up from her hip and went to fetch plates and cutlery. My mom unpacked the bag, opening each dish and smiling as she sniffed each one for approval.

“We had fun dress shopping, didn’t we?” My mom asked Ceres.

“I stressed. You had fun,” Ceres said with a laugh. “I’m not exactly sure what all I want, so it’s all a learning experience.”

Mom turned to me and smiled reassuringly. “I had the same troubles when I got married to Jian’s father. His family was so particular about things, I mean, they were paying but you know. And I had never gone out of the house in anything but a pantsuit.”

“I know what you mean.” Ceres set the plates down and my mom instantly began dishing out the food, handing Ceres her plate first.

“I’m sorry if I felt pushy today.” My mom said this and I saw a wash of relief go over Ceres’ face.

“Everyone was. Don’t worry.”

“It’s like a competition,” my mom said directly to me. “All these women competing to get their dress picked when it isn’t even their dress.” She filled my plate, setting it before me.

“That’s where I had an idea!” Ceres both said and signed.

Oh no! Her idea! I almost forgot about it!

“I’ve never liked the color white,” Ceres continued signing and speaking. “And Jian gave me a really good idea.”

I warily watched my mother as these words came out of Ceres’ mouth. Mom’s brow was furrowed, but she didn’t seem too unsettled by the news.

“What sort of idea?” Mom asked. She cut her eyes at me, inspecting me to see if I was nervous. Maybe I was, because she got a smile.

“Well, I don’t really like white. Especially not for clothes, I always feel like I’m going to spill something on it.” Ceres looked at me with a smile that made my heart melt. Okay, I had to trust her when she smiled, her eyes all shone like that. I was marrying her for a reason, I proposed to her because it was all I wanted in my life. I didn’t need to worry. It was our wedding, nothing else mattered. I smiled back at her and she looked at my mother with a much stronger resolve in her eyes.

“I want to wear a blue dress for the wedding, since it’ll match Jian.” She signed this, because even though she was telling my mother, she was really telling me.

My mom looked down at her plate for a second, poking at her food while an idle look came over her eyes. Was she thinking? Was she mad? I moved across the island to go stand beside Ceres, placing my hand at the small of her back while my mother loaded or rebooted, whatever it was that was happening to her.

“So like a prom dress?” My mother asked. “Or more like something vintage?”

There was still an unease to the air, but I was resolved to standing with Ceres no matter what she chose to wear.

“I don’t want to say it in front of Jian to ruin the surprise. But I have an idea for something.”

My mom gently set down her fork. “I was asking because there’s a lovely little vintage shop in my area and she carries some remarkable dresses. If we need to get it tailored, we need to do that now rather than later.”

I was surprised, she was going along with this without much fight.

“I don’t know if I could even afford that in your neck of the woods,” Ceres said with a nervous laugh that I could feel in her back.

“Vintage is expensive these days. But-” My mom cut her eyes at me. “I know almost everyone who owns shops there. I can persuade them if need be.”

There’s the terrifying lawyer I know.

“That could be fun,” Ceres answered.

Mom picked up her fork again and continued to eat. “We’ll set a day.” She then signed at me with the fork tucked in her hand. “Good conversation - just what I like.”

When mom left, I walked her to her car since it was raining. Ceres was at the sink, washing up the dishes. I came and stood beside her, taking dishes and drying them off.

Ceres waved her hand, catching my attention. “That went better than expected.”

I smirked at her. “Considering what we were doing when she arrived, it could have been much worse.”

Ceres got a look and nodded. “I meant the dress idea. But yeah, that too.”

I set down the cloth and plate I was drying. “Want to finish that, by the way?”

A smirk grew across her face. “Was waiting on you to ask.” She stopped what she was doing and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the bedroom.

I saw my journal laying on the bed, so I picked it up and set it aside before we could get comfortable.

“I’ve got work in the morning,” Ceres signed.

“So extra rough?” I asked.

Ceres smirked, pushing me down upon the bed then laying herself on top of me, straddling my waist. Her hands slid up my shirt, pushing it towards my chin. She stroked back down, hooking her fingers under the waistband of my pants. She wiggled down, pulling the pants with it until my cock was exposed.

She took me into her hand stroking slowly with a smile upon her face. A purr built in my chest, rumbling through my body as the warmth grew. I kept my eyes on her, watching her expression as it went from playful to heady. Her arousal was growing along with mine. Her eyes were lidded, lashes low. Her lips were parted and I could see how her breaths were growing heavier.

I sat up to kiss her, pressing close to her and with a gentle roll, placing her upon her back. I was between her thighs in an instant, kissing her again and again as I wrestled with her clothes, stripping them off as best I could without pulling away from her. I kissed her bare body, from her breasts to her soft belly, between her warm thighs. I could smell her, how rich her fragrance was the hotter she grew. I pressed my lips to her mound and tasted her, lapping up the wetness that seeped from inside. I raised my eyes to her, seeing her staring with a soft, aroused expression.

“Hurry,” she said with a quiver of her lip.

I wanted to take my time, to enjoy her and this moment. But, much like her, I was eager to also feel everything that lovemaking entailed. Easing inside her was an immense pleasure, wet, velvety walls caressing my cock, what could be better? Perhaps the slight trembles of her body. Her short breaths. Maybe the look on her face and the pout of her lips. I kissed her as I drove myself deeper inside her, feeling her cling tightly around me. How could I last so long when it felt this sweet?

Ceres clung to me, grasping hold of my arms or back, whatever she could reach. I drove harder, faster, causing her body to tense with pleasure. Soon, that ripple that ran through both of us reached the top of my head. I grit my teeth, snarling as my rutting became harder and more shallow. She clenched all over, mouth wide open, the vibrations of her voice tingled through my fingertips and into my loins. I wasn’t much longer, nor was she. Intense. Hot. Boiling. Overflowing. And then the burst.

Moments of deep breathing, followed by snuggling together, wrapped in each other’s arms as we melted. I laid there, stroking Ceres’ hair, my mind full of everything and nothing. Ceres was dozing, drifting to sleep with nowhere else to go. I gently laid her back, tucking her snuggly into bed.

I picked up my journal, and I began to write what was in my head. Notes, bullet points, whatever came to me I wrote until my hand cramped. I wrote down a lot of what I felt today, things that in the moment seemed like nothing, but in the long run were the keys to what I loved about us, what I loved about Ceres. There was so much that sometimes, as I was thinking, it felt like nothing. I was so used to these things, so spoiled by them, it was hard to pick them out to make what I wanted. I wanted vows that meant something, that stood for what Ceres and I had always known. I was too close to see the whole picture though. I would sort it all out tomorrow, and hopefully make those vows I really wanted.

Ceres turned in bed, tossing for a second before she stretched out her arm, looking for me. I grabbed her wrist, kissing the inside of her palm. I smiled down at her, seeing she was struggling with whether to stay awake or not.

“I should shower,” she mumbled, her lips barely moving.

“I can get it started for you,” I signed to her.

Ceres took in a big breath and stretched. It looked like a satisfying one, too. “What are you doing?” She asked, motioning to the journal.

“You’ll see,” I grinned at her.

“I see.” Ceres stood up from bed, stretching again. “I think I’ll have some tea before a shower. Want any?” She then knelt down, picking up my shirt and putting it on.

I stood, catching her look at me with a smile before she started gathering her hair to put into a bun.

“I love you,” I mouthed and signed at the same time.

Ceres’ smile grew, squinting her eyes slightly. “I love you too,” she replied. “So very, very much.” She came up to me, pulling me into a tight, warm hug. I melted, sighing as I sunk into her embrace. I couldn't be happier. I couldn’t feel more where I belonged. And that would be my first vow to her, to make sure I made her feel as loved as I did.