On top of the nice hill, standing the beautiful home of the Special and the Greatest Master-builder of all time, Emmet Brickowski, and his beloved Fiancee, Lucy Wyldstyle, had been spending the entire day together, at least since the just since woke up. They were kissing each other all over, showing nothing but their true love for one another.
Ever since Emmet had proposed that wonderful evening to his beautiful rainbow of a rebellious and tough Girlfriend, now obviously turned Fiancee, the two had been spending even more time together, if that was really possible, as the two only grew closer every day for all these years.
Most of it, they'd barely leave the house, only going out to get ready for the next coming months, and eventually their wedding. When the two were in the house, which was about 80% of the time now, Lucy would mainly be making love to Emmet, which he was so nervous about doing, but she'd always be gentle to keep him calm.
As of now, Lucy had been pushing Emmet up on the side of the couch, crawling on top of him to deepen the current kiss their lips were locked in. Although Emmet melted every time his mouth met his Fiancee's, he was so scared, just because he'd never been with a girl before, and now he would soon be marrying the most perfect one of all.
He never made love to someone before, but with Lucy being the one to always initiate it, combined with how gentle she always was to love and protect him, he'd gotten used to it, allowing his true love to help show him how much he means to her.
Taking off Emmet's vest and shirt, Lucy removed her own hoodie, revealing her pretty black top. The nice air from the A.C. unit cooling them both off a little more. She then started kissing down Emmet's shoulder, both slightly moaning, but Lucy sort of louder and sounding more satisfied.
"Emmet... Oh, Emmet. Yes. Yes!" Lucy kept on calling his name. She wanted nothing more than to have him to her. To show him she loves him so much. "Oh, Man Upstairs, Emmet." She sighed. "Oh yeah, yeah! Emmet!"
"L-Lucy?" Emmet asked, nervous of what was happening. "Ar-are you o-ok?"
Quickly crawling off of her lover, Lucy picked Emmet up in her arms, grabbing around his waist, never once breaking the kiss and extending her tongue into his mouth, causing them both to blush, completely flustered and in love. The two then fell on the mattress of their bed together, Emmet's eyes fluttering.
Lucy then took off her own pants, and a moment later, Emmets'. She then removed her ponytail band, allowing cyan and pink locks to flow just above her shoulders, then extended her hand to reach down to Emmet, grabbing his own, gently lifting it up to reach and touch her hair, to which she moaned in pleasure to his soft hand.
Emmet started becoming more an more shy by the second, so much in fact, he made such an innocent face that looked like a kindergarten student wet themselves, which would have been funny, if he was five.
"Lucy, a-are you sure you wanna-"
"Take me Emmet." She moaned. "Kiss me, Ems. I love you so much." She confessed.
Emmet was beyond overjoyed to hear those words, even after years of hearing them, and from the most perfect woman in the universe nonetheless.
However, he was nervous they'd probably be taking things a bit far, even though he'd think the same every time the two messed around.
"Luce, I-I don't know if we should be doing this n-now. What if someone-"
"No one can see us, Babe. We'll be fine." She said seductively, looking at Emmet's chest, kissing it before starting to travel up to his neck, her tongue against his soft, tender skin.
"Ahmm, Mmmm! Emmet..." Lucy moaned, smiling throughout her little kisses, picking her fiancee up in her strong arms and gently pressing him against the nearby wall. The two moaned in pleasure to the little pecks on the lips, along with Lucy holding Emmet so gentle and loving, showering him in kisses and love.
"Luc- Ah!" Emmet quietly yelled, whimpering like a newborn puppy as his fiancee smothered him with love. He was so shy, and Lucy found herself falling all over for it just because he was just too cute to not love.
"You..." Lucy sighed in pleasure. "Want me to stop, Ems?" She really hoped he was uncomfortable, or worse, scared of continuing. That was the last thing she wanted for him. Lucy knew Emmet never did something like this, even as an adult. They were both Twenty-Eight already, and Lucy had been through so many guys.
Emmet, however, would be the last guy, and only true love of her life.
After being gently let go of by his gorgeous lover, beads of sweat started to form on Emmet's head, his face strawberry red, and smile about to falter. Lucy was just so good and loving to him, and he was just a blank slate.
A kind, gentle, innocent one at that, however.
"N-no." He finally muttered.
Lucy looked into his eyes, confused at his expressions. She couldn't exactly see what emotion he had.
Scared? ... No.
Uncomfortable? ... No.
Apologetic, as always? ... No.
Wait... could it have been-... No, that's not it.
Coming from Emmet Brickowski? That's impossible.
The feeling of... Want?
Without thinking, he spoke to Lucy again. "P-please Lucy?"
The rebel hero just looked to her sweet little Emmet, giving him a soft kiss on the lips, followed by a few more on his neck, before asking what he meant.
"Emmet, you ok?" She wondered. "I can stop if you want."
Emmet just buried his face into the crook of her neck, tears forming and falling down his face, before Lucy noticed and started to hold and cradle him.
"Em-Emmet?"
"Lucy..." Emmet's cries getting sadder and louder. "I-I'm so sorry. I'm sorry!" He was so scared. He didn't know why, even with how cheerful he always was.
"Hey, hey." She cooed. "It's okay, Ems. I'm right here... let it out... I'm here."
The softness in her voice, the same softness she only allowed Emmet to hear, penetrated his mind, and all he could do was sob into her shoulder.
"P-please don't ha-hate me." He begged, causing her to nearly jump, shivering at the thought.
"Emmet Brickowski!" Lucy raised her voice. "Don't you ever say that again! I love you! I never hated you, why would you even think that?!"
Nothing but more tears and whimpering escaping him, her words not helping, although somehow soothing Emmet as her voice was a thing of a miracle to listen to.
"I-I just-. I don't-. Why do- I can't-..."
As Emmet just continued to stutter and blubber to his beautiful Fiancee, Lucy could just see the sobs falling from his eyes, which his eyes themselves were crimson red. Tears even began to roll down Lucy's face as her Fiancee was so sad. So scared. So horrified.
"What?" She asked. "Ems, babe. Tell me what's wrong. I'm here, just take a deep breath."
Listening to her instructions, that's exactly what Emmet did, seeming to calm him down in an instant, and finally stop crying. Afterwards, he finally found the courage to tell his Lover what was wrong.
"Lucy... I-... I'm so sorry. I just-- you always make me so happy. So awesome. So, everything. I love you so much, and--and you always try to make me feel nice when we, y'know..."
The confession left both their hearts melting, Lucy's even more at her sweet little Emmet's words.
"B-but, I'm just... me. I'm boring, I'm weak, I'm not smart, and... you're so perfect." Seeming to want to start crying again, Emmet buried his face into Lucy's chest, the two lover's holding each other with such tender love and kindness.
"I, I just don't know why you love me so much. I mean, you're a beautiful, goth, rebel, and... I'm just dumb, innocent Emmet-"
"Emmet Joseph Brickowski." Lucy interrupted. Suddenly before explaining, she started to pepper Emmet's neck with kisses, moaning her true love for him, but pulling away and looking straight into his eyes.
"I love you." She said. "I love you so, so much. You're everything to me. You're everything I ever wanted. I'm tough, sure, but you do everything to make me feel like a queen. That's exactly how I feel whenever I'm with you."
Kissing Emmet's soft lips again, she spoke through his breaths in a kind, but stern voice. "I love your face..." Speaking through each kiss, she continued. "I love your body..." "I love your attitude..." "I love your passion..." "I love your personality..." "But most of all..." "I love, and'll always love..." "You"...
For the third time in a few minutes, Emmet and Lucy looked onto each other's loving eyes, unable to look away from their true love, before the two met in yet another kiss. One that Lucy started making more harsh and fast than before.
"Lucy?" Emmet quietly asked."
"Mmm, mhmm?" Lucy chuckled, her eyes filled with a predatory lust to make love to her adorable, kind Emmet.
"I love you too." Emmet confessed. "I always will." He said again through the kiss. "Foreva." He ended.
Lucy immediately began kissing Emmet all over, shoving her hands into his hair, her tongue into his mouth, and their chests pressed together. It was a sensation for Lucy. One she only ever had felt every time she was with Emmet, and a feeling very mutual every time Emmet himself was with Lucy.
The feeling of true love, and true happiness.
He was so in love with her.
She was so in love with him.
The soon to be Mr. Emmet and Mrs. Lucy Brickowski. Has a nice ring to it, huh?
Wrapping a leg around Emmet's waist, Lucy groaned beautifully through each other's mouths, mixed with her tongue wrestling around with his, and her hands ruffling up Emmet's soft, curly hair.
She then carried Emmet into their shared bedroom and fell onto the bed together, kissing each other over and over even harder and deeper.
Then, as she'd done in the past, Lucy once again extended her tongue out to Emmet's chest and stomach, both giving soft moans.
"Oh Emmet," Lucy sighed, her voice breathless. "I love you so much."
"I love you too. I always will, Luce." Emmet said back, carefully brushing a lock of Lucy's hair behind her ear.
Biting her bottom lip, she grabbed a hold of Emmet's hand and placed it directly on to her calf, urging him to hold it however he wished. The gentle, soft, innocent touch of his hand holding her strong, thick, muscular leg was a sensation she never imagined. It felt amazing.
"Go ahead Ems." Lucy whispered. Giving Emmet one last kiss on his neck, she moved his hand carefully around her leg, nodding for him.
Although he was so shy and greatly hesitant, Emmet wanted her to feel so good, just as much as she does for him. He let Lucy guide his hand down to her thigh, and he held on, soon obediently squeezing it like she taught him.
It felt so good to Lucy. She felt like she was flying every time Emmet did pretty much anything. He was just so perfect. Especially to her.
The same cycle would continue for several more minutes, the two lover's never once breaking the moment, whether it be peppering kisses, snuggling, and everything in between. Eventually though, Emmet was getting pretty tired, so drained after Lucy made love to him so hard he thought she was better than Heaven itself.
Of course, Emmet would always think that about Lucy. And vise versa.
Within a minute or two, the Special was fast asleep, his fiancee cuddling him into her chest. His little snores and mannerisms were just so adorable. So innocent. Like always.
Lucy couldn't help but smile. Not her usual smirk, not a laugh, just a genuine, kind smile.
She loves Emmet. With all her heart. She loves every single bit of him.
And that would never change.
Starting to kiss along his ruffled hair, his cheeks, neck, and finally, his lips, Lucy whispered into his ear, aware he was asleep -
"You're too perfect for this world... I love you, Babe."
It was the truth. She'd love Emmet no matter what, through everything. To beyond the ends of time itself.
Lucy snuggled him deeper and deeper into her embrace, placing his head on her chest, and kissing his hair to keep him protected, in a way.
"Oh, Man Upstairs, I love you Ems." She ended, closing her eyes, and drifting off into her dreams. Emmet cuddled within her frame.
"I love you, Emmet."
"I love you more, Lucy."
To be continued
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A/N: Sorry again for such a long wait! You guys are the G.O.A.T. for being this patient with me!
I hope you all have an extraordinary day, and I'll see you all soon!