Thread: Be Careful What You Wish For...  (Bludmagnus/Jaijin)

Becky spent high school daydreaming, spinning romantic little stories in her head, and doing as little school work as possible. It wasnt a lack of intelligence on her part she merely found reality boring tripe and her teachers, for the most part, brain dead Neanderthals. Unfortunately for her social position at Rutland High School, her fellow students thought she was geeky, a total space cadet. In the end, she barely had enough credits to graduate. Without any interest in the jobs available in her part of Kansas for a not-quite high school dropout, she transferred to junior college for a semester. She started with sixteen units, but dropped all but one English class in which she got a solid B for her creative stories. It was then she headed to Los Angeles and proved that she actually had picked up a few skills in the computer classes she never quite passed. Hacking into the school computers, her Associates Degree and solid B average grades had gotten her the first job, her first step on the ladder to success. Now as she sat across from the most magnificent, talented man in the world and one of the most interesting in history, Anya couldnt help but feel it had all been worth the hard work. She practically glowed as Devon spoke about their marriage. When he ordered her an apple martini or Appletini, she was truly impressed that he had made the effort to get to know her. The drink was liquid candy and most men found it disgusting. But she thought it elegant and wonderful, the way it created a beautiful warmth radiating through her body as she drank them, the sweet taste it left in her mouth. As he revealed his knowledge of her history, Anya was far from distressed. It was like fate had brought them together. She nodded and tried to explain. I wanted to be the kind of person worthy of you Devon. Ive tried to reshape myself into a girl you could fall in love with. Her voice and expression had the sincerity of the truly converted. If Devon was a religion, she would gladly have worshiped at his alter. And youre a special man, Devon. So of course, our relationship, our marriage will be on your terms. Please, never think I would try to restrict you in any way. You have to be free to express yourself as you desire. When he turned the conversation to the physical aspect of their relationship, she blushed. This was the one area where Anya truly felt nervous. She had one boyfriend in Kansas. The sex had been less than extraordinary. In Los Angeles, she had forced herself to go out on dates. She had even joined a dating service. Twice, she slept with her date and she felt like she hadnt been able to fully satisfy them. So, she hated the idea that Devon might not desire her, that she might now please him. But then she thought about it. She hadnt been with another man since the first time she saw Devon. Of course their love would transcend anything she had ever done before. It was kismet. So she bit her lip, forced down her fears and nodded. I want to be yours Devon, yours in every way possible. We dont need to wait until our wedding. I want you to set the pace of our relationship. I never want to leave you.