Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

"And you really think this can work?"
It was Tuesday and we had occupied the art room as our official 'planning room' for our ultimate takedown of a certain Nikki Saxon.
I looked back at Leah and nodded, "If everything goes to plan, then yes."
"But... But what if we get caught? Won't there be consequences?" she nervously rambled. It came to Rya and I's attention rather quickly that Leah wasn't very used to scheming, and so her anxiousness for this was at an all time high. But we didn't mind showing her the ropes.
Rya shrugged, "Probably, but it'll be totally worth it. Besides, there would be no exact evidence to say that we did it. All she can do is point fingers." We had planned it all out perfectly. At least, we hoped. We weren't necessarily telling Leah the things that could go wrong to calm her nervousness, the poor girl was already a wreck. Rya and I could handle it just fine.
"Okay..." she hesitantly answered and rested her chin on her palm. I noticed the glimmering ring on her ring finger. The promise ring. It was gorgeous to say the least with the glistening moonstone gem illuminating whenever it caught the light. Adam definitely put a lot of thought into it because it matched her who demeanour perfectly.
A knock at the door set out heads turning to the one and only standing in the doorway. "Bad timing?" Adam playfully smiled.
"Nope, come in." I smiled softly. My talk with Roman that Friday night still lingered in my mind and, all in all, he was right about Adam. Whether I liked it or not, he still had a negative effect on me. In reality, our old toxic relationship wasn't too far in the past, and so I decided that time would be better between us. In a few years, I could probably be over it, but for now? Not really. I kept my distance for my own sake, and he seemed to understand. We were friendly just not friends.
"Taylor and I were setting up the supplies, plus we had an idea of our own." I saw the mischievous smirk in his expression.
"And what was that?" Rya raised an eyebrow.
"It's a secret but we're positive you guys are going to love it." His smirk only got bigger as he walked over and kissed Leah on the cheek. Her face turned bright red as she blushed and tried to hold in a small giggle. He sat down next to her placed an arm over her shoulders, gently pulling her into him. I had to admit it, they were cute.
"Let's hope so." I sighed under my breathe and looked down at the spreadsheet Rya had made of the details and structure of the plan. "It looks like we're done here for now but meet here tomorrow at lunch?"
"Totally." Rya agreed.
"Wouldn't miss it." Leah nodded happily.
We began to pack up our stuff as Adam kept trying to steal quick kisses from Leah. Her innocence reminded me so much of Roman when I first met him and it was adorable, and once she had packed up her stuff, she stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"You alright packing up the rest of the stuff?" Rya asked as Adam and Leah left. "I'm supposed to meet my dad for some sort of dinner."
"Yeah, I'm good. Go ahead." I nodded before she slung her bag over her shoulders and said goodbye.
Just as I finished up packing everything away, I heard his footsteps at the door. It was weird. I knew the way he walked, the paces of his feet against the floor, the sound of the pressure he put into each step. I just knew. I always knew.
Turning my head, I saw him leaning against the doorway, eyes studying my body up and down.
"Hi." He smiled. I chuckled lightly and placed the box back on the shelf.
"I thought I was seeing you tonight? Your mom's cooking dinner." I hadn't had a 'proper' dinner with Roman's parents since we became a couple. They'd order pizza and we'd watch movies, but I guess they wanted to do something more... formal? It was weird because I already felt so close to them, yet I was still nervous.
"Do I not get a 'hi' back?" he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. I chuckled again in a brief response. "I got her to cancel it."
"Why?" I turned to him shocked. Why would he do that?
"Because I'm taking you somewhere, the reason as to why I'm here. Now..." he grabbed my hand and placed it around his neck as he leaned in to slowly kiss me.
I giggled at his desperation for affection now that no one was around. It was cute.
We pulled away, forehead still touching. "Hi." I whispered and watched his smile grow bigger.
"There's my pretty girl."
Urgh, he always had to find ways to make me blush? I quickly avoided his gaze and broke free from his embrace to put away some stacks of papers.
"So where exactly are you taking me if we're not having dinner with your parents at yours?" I asked casually.
"That is a surprise." The mischief in his voice didn't slip past my ears.
"Is it now?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Mm hm. D'you want help?" he asked watching me stand on my tiptoes to reach the top shelf of the cupboard. There usually was a stall but I couldn't find it as of now.
"No, I've got it... I just need to –" Roman grabbed the papers from my hand and effortlessly put them on the top shelf. Show off.
"You take pride in doing that, don't you?" he probably did. It was handy when we went shopping but annoying when he let me climb on the kitchen counter to get a dish on the top shelf before just taking off for me to put it there himself ever so casually like I didn't do a circus act to get up there in the first place! To him, however, it was the most amusing thing in the world.
"I think you're adorable when you do that." He confessed with a laugh. "So tiny and cute."
"Fuck off." I nudge into him with my body. "I'll have you know that 5'4 is the average height for an American woman, and I am two inches above the average so, technically, that means I'm tall." I explained as a-matter-of-a-fact-ly.
"Does saying that out loud make you feel better?" his eyes danced with playfulness.
"Shut. Up." I teasingly slapped his arm between words, and he only laughed some more. "Not all of us could be born giants, okay?"
"Okay." He calmed his laugh slightly.
After I closed the cupboard and locked it up, my eyes wandered over back to Roman who was now sitting down on a stall, watching me inattentively. It was crazy to me how this boy could literally just sit there and look so gorgeous? Was there a special gene he was born with that made him look so goddamn hot all the time? Even though we were waiting to have sex till the time was right, I still found myself in moments where all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off.
"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows as he caught me watching him. Without a word, I slowly walked over to him and climbed up onto his lap. "What are you doing?" he wondered allowed with a tiny laugh of amusement.
I didn't say a word and placed my lips on his. He took a while to react, in fear there was someone around us but soon, realising there wasn't, kissed me back with the same neediness as I kissed him.
"Sienna..." he pulled away gently. "Somebody could walk in."
"Let them." I muttered breathlessly before capturing his lips with mine once more.
His hands came up and tangled themselves in my hair, holding my head in place has I pushed his shoulder back, so he leaned slightly against the table.
It was when I started to grind my hips, he stopped us once more.
"Woah," he grabbed my hips to stop them. "If you do that, I'll get hard."
"You're already hard." I reminded feeling the swell of him against his jeans. "But luckily for you, I know many options on how I can fix that." I reached between us to grab his growing erection.
A small hiss left his lips and I rubbed him teasingly. "Fuck, pretty girl." He groaned in a whispered. "We... We can't. We'll get caught and –"
"That didn't stop of from fucking me limp that one time in a storage closet. Where's that Roman gone, hmm?"
"He's scared some perv is going to watch his girlfriend through the window." He answered lowly.
A slight laugh left my lips as I gently kissed up and down his jaw to his neck. "Then I'll go under the table and throat fuck you."
"Jesus, baby." His breath hitched slightly at my words which only made me smile. "Fuck, you make so many bad images run through my head."
"Roman, I need you inside me. Please." I begged. My wetness was soaking through my panties at this point. God, this boy drove me insane.
"Oh baby." He cooed, finding my neediness slightly amusing. "Is my pretty girl wet?"
"Yes." I nodded. "So fucking wet."
His hand slid underneath me so two of his fingers rubbed back and forth on the material guarding my core. "What do you want?"
"I want you to bend me over this table and fuck me like I'm yours." I begged once more.
Suddenly, his lips met mine and he kissed me with all the desire in the world. Both of our chests rose up and down heavily as we pressed our bodies closer together, trying to get more of one another. We couldn't seem to get enough.
"You are already mine." He whispered harshly against my lips before pulling me in for another demanding kiss. "I could fuck you all day, it's only my conscience that stops me. It's trying so hard to be good right now, baby."
"You're so hot." I gasped for air before kissing him again.
A bang at the door sent us both jumping up in complete fright. "Fuck." I whispered and quickly scrambled off Roman. He got up, slightly shaken, and made his way over to the door.
"It's after hours." The janitor scolded on the other side. "All students should be gone by now." He was obviously not impressed.
"Sorry, Sir." Roman nodded solemnly. I, on the other hand, had to hold my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't laugh. Roman wasn't used to getting in trouble, especially not at school, so this must have been terrifying to him.
Nonetheless, he grabbed my hand and lead me out of the classroom so the janitor could enter and as soon as he shut the door behind us, I burst out laughing.
"This isn't funny." he snapped at me worriedly.
I still couldn't keep it together, "It kind of is."
"I was about to fuck you in a classroom! Imagine if he knocked on the door a few minutes later. We would be fucked." The panic on his face was for some reason adorable.
"Oh, yes. Insanely fucked." I agreed, grinning like a kid.
It only took him a few seconds before he caught onto the pun and playfully nudged into me. "Stop it." But his humoured smile told me otherwise. "You're a bad influence."
"Hey!" I placed my hand in the air in defence. "I was only suggesting. You seemed to follow along just fine if you ask me."
I heard him try and hide a chuckle behind me before his arms wrapped around my waist from behind making me stumble but we kept walking.
"Tell me about this surprise then." I mused as we reached the exit of the school.
"If I tell you about the surprise, it'll no longer be a surprise and then what's the point in that?" he teased as I spotted his car.
I rolled my eyes before turning around to stand on my tiptoes and pecked him on the lips, "Fine, but we have to go to the hospital first."
His eyes narrowed in curiosity. "The hospital?"
An agreeing hum left my lips with a nod, "I have a surprise of my own." And I had a feeling it was a surprise he wouldn't like.
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Without any complaints, he took me to the hospital. He did ask questions, however, and with that I said I had to drop off a going away present for Skye. What the going away present was, I refused to tell him.
It felt like forever since I had last been in here, and the horrible memories associated with the bleak white walls and sterile atmosphere cast memories horrifyingly floating my way. Nevertheless, I pushed them back and focused on executing the task at hand.
My eyes scavenged the halls, an envelope pressed tightly in my hand, until they landed on the familiar figure of a boy. Bingo.
I walked down the hall, strategically planning what to do next.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I said as I 'accidentally' bumped into him.
"No, no. It's fine. I wasn't looking where I was going." He so kindly replied. Damn, Skye picked a good one.
"Wait, you're Lukas, right?" I said, pretending I didn't know he liked sushi, rode a motorcycle, was a Virgo, and had the middle name 'Gunther'.
"Yeah?" he answered rather suspiciously.
"You know Skye. Skye Lawrence?" again, I was pretending.
"Yeah?" he answered suspiciously again. "And you are...?"
Shit, might've been better to introduce myself first rather than look like a complete nutcase asking him all these random questions.
"Oh! I'm Sienna. I'm her older brother's girlfriend but I'm also her friend." He nodded in slight recognition. He'd only briefly seen me once and at the time Skye was blushing madly so I was too preoccupied.
"Oh, okay." He still seemed slightly unsure but it was better than weirded out.
I reached into my pocket and took out an envelope. Shit, this probably looked super sketchy in the middle of a hospital. Especially considering past events with Skye.
"You see, my boyfriend and I had these tickets to an art gallery this weekend but we realised we had other plans instead. I know that Skye loves art, so we thought we'd give them to her... d'you like art?" be coy, Sienna, be coy.
"Erm, yeah. I studied at an art programme last summer." Perfect. Oh my God, he was perfect for her!
"OMG, no way! You two would get along great!" 'OMG'? Who was I? Regina George? "You guys should go together! There are two tickets and I'm sure you'd make better use of them than my boyfriend and I would." It seemed like I was putting him on the spot. You are. Good because he better fucking ask her.
"That sounds... cool. I'll see." You better fucking see. Calm down.
"Cool! It was nice speaking to you, Lukas.
"You too." He replied, a little dumbfounded before I happily walked away.
I reached Roman's car that he had briefly parked outside. Getting inside, he gave a confused look and I pretended like nothing had happened.
"So?" he questioned, expecting an answer.
"So?" I cluelessly retorted back.
A faint chuckle and then a sigh let his lips, "Are you going to tell me what exactly that was for?" no.
"I told you, had to drop something off for Skye." I loosely explained. He raised a sceptical brow. "Girl stuff." I smiled innocently and, luckily, he decided to shake his head and drop it.
There was no way I could tell Roman I may or may not have set his little sister up on a date. The boy would go mental and rage on about his 'no dating till she's thirty-five' rule, which I already thought was stupid, and would make sure she never went. That was why I had to work secretly, plus sometimes it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
We continued driving along, sitting in our own silence as we listened to a random radio station. Something about Roman driving did things to me I couldn't explain. With his eyes focused sternly on the road, one hand gripping the steering-wheel, the other resting gently on my thigh with his thumb caressing the soft skin back and forth, at this point the car wasn't the only thing that was going to be ridden.
My mind kept hopelessly wandering and the session we had in the art room prior certainly didn't help. However, we were waiting to have sex. Roman wanted to make it 'special' and I had no idea what that meant. I didn't care about candles or roses or silk bed sheets. I just wanted him. Having sex with him as my boyfriend, whispering and moaning 'I love you's, bodies pressed against one another flushed, kisses so deep and passionate we were both burning in romance. That was all I needed. To me, that was romance.
We finally pulled up at the parking lot of the local park. It was already late afternoon and so the sun was beginning to set and I found myself looking back at Roman with slight confusion.
"Why are we at the park?"
"I told you." He replied, clicking off his seatbelt and opening his car door, "It's a surprise."
Despite the secrecy, I went along with it and took off my seatbelt before he opened my car door and helped me out. "You're a gentleman, you know that?" I giggled. Giggled. This boy made me giggle.
"You can thank my mom for that." He chuckled and I reached up to kiss his cheek.
He took my hand and walked me into the park, there were a few kids about playing on the swings and slide as their parents chatted and drank their coffee. Yet, I still remained puzzled. Why were we here? Of all places, here?
I kept quiet, enjoying the cool breeze fighting against the warm weather as we walked further into the park. Soon the playground became miniscule as I looked back and noticed the nicer, more floral part start to grow. I never stayed in this part much but its beauty was undeniable and I asked myself as to why I didn't appreciate it more.
"Okay, close your eyes." Roman suddenly commanded.
"Huh?"
"Close your eyes." He repeated with a little glint in his eyes. Okay?
"Is this the part where you murder me?" I jokingly responded, making him laugh.
He stood behind me and placed his large hands over my eyes. "Not yet." He whispered in my ear making me laugh this time.
Slowly, with him behind me, he guided me further down the park, his body pressed close behind mine. Several times I stumbled over my own feet and let out a shriek, only to have him steady me which I in no means didn't mind.
Finally, we stopped and I felt his soft lips press against my ear, "Open your eyes."
A subconscious smile took over my lips as he removed his hands and I opened my eyes, what I saw however, made me utterly speechless.
Lying in front of me was a full-blown picnic. A basket stacked to the bring with little sandwiches, cookies, pizza slices, and cupcakes. On the picnic blanket itself lied a cheeseboard with grapes and crackers, chocolate covered strawberries, and champagne glasses. Small, delicate candles were dotted around, they were fake of course but still added a romantic touch as I noticed the singular roses also lying about.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't even move. This was a dream – it had to be. There was no way a boy could do anything this perfect for me. Yet Roman wasn't just any boy, he was my boy, and he wanted nothing else but to make me happy and, God, did he make me happy. So happy I couldn't stop myself from smiling as tears beginning to glaze my vision.
"Remember when you told me that your dream date was a picnic?" he whispered.
I nodded and tried to swallow my tears of pure happiness back down, "You remembered." I whispered back.
"How could I ever forget? That was the first day you let me see a small snippet into who you really were and everything about it, no matter how small it was, I fell in love with – even if I didn't know it yet." I remembered it. I remembered the conversation, the laughs, the –
"That was why you took me to the museum." I suddenly stated. He said his dream date was to go to a museum. He took me there for 'Roman Day'. Oh my God, I was so blind.
"You finally caught onto that, hm? Finding out you liked reading and taking you to the old library was an added bonus." From that sentence, I forever decided that I was going to marry this boy no matter what came between us.
I turned around in his arms and gazed up at him, eyes shining. "I love you." I whispered, my voice threatening to break.
His expression lit up as he smiled down at me, "I love you too, pretty-girl. Now c'mon," he kissed my forehead, "Let's go eat."
For the next couple of hours, we ate all the food we possibly could. I couldn't stop smiling, I simply refused to. This was the happiest I had ever been and every time I looked at him, my heart got sent into an array of warming flutters. I loved him so much.
He filled up our champagne glasses with lemonade which I didn't mind because his mom refused to let him pack champagne and the thought of that made me laugh.
By the time we had finished most of the food, my stomach was screaming out in fullness as I stared back at Roman who finished the last slice of pizza. His eyes caught mine and smiled, making me blush instantly and look down at the lemonade in my hand.
"I've got a surprise for you." He suddenly said, making my head life up to meet his glance.
"Another one?" I asked surprised. He's already given me so much, how could there be more?
I watched patiently as I reached into the picnic basket, "I've wanted to give it to for a while, I just didn't know how you'd react." He confessed and pulled out an envelope. An envelope?
Carefully, with a hesitant expression, he passed it over to me. On it had my name, 'Sienna' but in his handwriting. It was a letter but a letter of what?
As gently as I could, I ripped it open and found the piece of paper inside. Two pieces of paper. One I recognised instantly.
"The letter from my birth mom." I muttered to myself and then looked at the other letter. My heart stopped. "You... You translated it for me?" I was about to cry. In front of me were words I had been dying to read all my life and here they were. Here they were and every emotion I could possibly feel filled my up to the brim with all things I couldn't even begin to understand.
"Sienna..." Roman spoke quietly and reached over to gently grab my hand. "Are... Are you okay?"
"Y-You did this for me?" I looked up, tear gleaming in my eyes. His smile was soft and warm. Understanding. He nodded gently and squeezed my hand. I couldn't find any words to express anything more. All I could do was place a hand on my heart and read.
Dear my sweet Sienna,
When you read this, I imagine you will be much older and I pray that you will know who I am. If not, I am your mother, my love, and in not a single ounce of those words do I not feel completely elated and full of so much love. Giving birth to you, my sweet, little girl was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. There is so much I wish I could tell you, so many memories we already have I wish I could share, but right now, as I am writing this, you are in my arms, looking up at me with the most angelic smile that I hope you never lose and I feel nothing but love.
Let me tell you something, when I first gave birth to you, I was terrified. Yet, as soon as I looked into your beautiful brown eyes, I knew from that moment on that my little girl was going to change the word. You, Sienna, are going to do so much with your life and I promise, with every step of the way, I'll be looking down and guiding you, smiling at how proud of you I am.
There is so much more I want to say but I'm afraid I don't have much time left. Tonight is our last night together and after that I know there won't be much time left for me. Despite that, I cannot wait for you to begin your journey in this life and do all the things I couldn't. I want you to go to school, find the best of friends, make as many amazing memories as you can, fall in love with someone who will care for you and love you unconditionally.
I love you so much, my sweet girl, and no matter what happens, I am here and I am so proud of you. You will always be loved, even if you can't see me, I am there and I am loving you with all I have.
Your little hand is grabbing mine right now and all I can see in your eyes is hope. So much hope. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared, I am but you are the one thing that makes me brave. When you are a mother yourself one day, you will understand. Tell you kids that Nonna loves them too, I will always watch over them too but you, baby, are my girl, my sweet, precious, little butterfly and I will never let you be alone.
Promise me one thing, okay? Don't forget me. There is so much of me in you that I can sense. I will forever be your mother and I will forever be proud of you and love you.
Till we meet again, my little butterfly,
Mamma
Tears ran down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them. In all my years of reading so many words, these were the only words I had ever longed to read. I love you too, Mamma. That was what I wanted to call her. Not 'birth mom', 'Mamma'. She was my mamma and she loved me. She was proud of me.
"She... S-She loves me." I choked a sob to Roman. "A-And she's proud of me and... and she's with me. She's always... she's always with me."
"I know." He squeezed my hand. "She sounds like the most amazing woman."
"She was." I whispered and looked up at him. "Thank you." Tears streamed down my cheeks.
Within seconds, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. "It's the least I could do, pretty-girl. You deserve it, you deserve it all."
My hand gripped onto the material of his shirt and I nuzzled my cheek into his chest, his warm caressing me tenderly, breathing in his scent, thinking of so much but nothing at all at the same time. I found someone, Mamma, and he cares for me and loves me. Tell me you see him.
A soft breeze of wind blew past us and brushed the hair out of my face. She sees him. I smiled.
My breathing calmed and I gazed up at him. The sun was already setting, golden yellows and deep ambers melted into simmering reds in the sky, turning all remaining clouds pink. "I love you." I whispered, our faces mere inches apart.
"I love you." He whispered back. I pressed my lips to kiss and his hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks tenderly as he kissed me back. It wasn't crazily passionate but it was still overflowing with so much love. So much love I felt it coursing through my veins at the gentlest yet rapidest pace.
"Would you say I'm crazy for having one more surprise?" he murmured against my lips and I giggled.
"I don't think my heart can take it." I admitted, wiping my tearstained cheeks.
"All you have to do is say 'yes'." He told me in barely a whisper and picked up a single rose from the picnic basket. "Sienna Callum," he held it out to me as I sat up, gazing wondrously at the rose. "Will you go to Prom with me?"
If this day could get any better, it just did.
"Yes!" I exclaimed and flung my arms around him at such a force he lost his balance and fell back against the blanket. Our lips found each other again, not too passionately but full of love. His hands gripped my waist and my palms rested flat on his chest.
Eventually, he sat up and held me in his arms, still kissing me softly as the sun began to set deeper.
"I love you." He groaned as we pulled apart.
"I love you too." I pecked his lips and kept my arms resting around his neck.
And as I rested my head on his shoulder, I realised that I had everything my Mamma wanted me to have. School, the best of friends, the most amazing memories, and some who cared for me and loved me unconditionally. I had it and, in my mind, this was my version of perfect. And it was all I needed. As long as she was watching over me, I finally felt okay.