Their Wonder Years: Fall 98

Chapter 188: You’re Mine Too

“Mia?” Bharath whispered, one hand cupping the back of her head.

“I’m okay,” she said faintly. “I’m so-so okay. I love you Bharath.”

Then she laughed.

A quiet, disbelieving laugh. One that turned into a happy sob and then back into a smile as she kissed his collarbone. She melted into him completely, her limbs loose and heavy.

“This is what I was waiting for,” she murmured against his skin. “This. You.”

“And them,” Mia added faintly, reaching one hand back to stroke Marisol’s thigh. “You. All of you. Together. I want to be wrecked in front of you. Just like Marisol. Just like Sarah.”

Her hips shifted again, unintentionally grinding against him - feeling him, still hard, still stunned, still hers to explore.

She moaned softly at the contact, burying her face deeper into his chest.

“This is life,” she whispered reverently.

Marisol pulled Bharath into a side hug, resting her head on his shoulder as she stroked Mia’s back. “You see now?” she murmured. “She’s not chasing lust. She’s found home.”

Sarah kissed Bharath’s jaw, her voice husky. “You didn’t seduce her, baby. You woke her.”

He held Mia closer, one hand in her hair, the other on her waist. She was still limp, like her soul hadn’t fully returned to her body yet.

He looked down at her - this fierce, fire-blooded girl who had once tried to tempt him with her bombshell beauty and now trembled in his arms like something unimaginable had touched her.

“I was confused,” he admitted.

“And now?” Marisol asked softly.

He met her eyes. Then Sarah’s.

Then looked down at Mia.

His voice was quiet.

“Now I know. Tu eres mia, Mia. I love you.”

The girls groaned and rolled their eyes while Mia kissed him like she never wanted to let go.

Mia was still trembling in his arms, her breath catching in little aftershocks of bliss. Her thighs clamped around his lap like a vise, her body humming with the afterglow of that sacred kiss - and something deeper, darker, hotter.

She lifted her face from his chest, lips parted, eyes wide and wild with need. The kind of need that burned past logic. Past promises.

“Bharath…” she whispered, voice cracking. “I know I said I’d wait. I meant it. I meant it - but I can’t anymore.”

His hands twitched on her hips, restraining and wanting all at once.

“Mia - ”

“That kiss,” she said, breathless, frantic, “That kiss shattered me. It wasn’t just love. It was destiny. You’re in my soul now. I feel hollow without you inside me. Please... please don’t make me wait.”

She rolled her hips slowly against the ridge in his lap, gasping when she felt him twitch beneath her. Her hands slid down her own body, cupping her breasts through the thin shirt that barely covered them, tugging the neckline down just enough to expose flushed curves.

“I’m yours,” she whimpered. “Take me. Claim me. No one will know. It’s twelve stupid days. That’s nothing. Girls at school lost it at sixteen - in cars, in stairwells, with boys who didn’t even ask their names afterward. And I’m here, begging the man I love - my soulmate - to make me his.”

Bharath clenched his jaw, looking away, but Mia followed his gaze, shifting in his lap with a soft cry.

“Please, Bharath. I need to be wrecked by you. I need to be part of what they have. I can’t stand being on the edge anymore.”

She leaned in, her voice a whisper in his ear, trembling and wet.

“I want to cry on your cock. I want to feel you stretch me and ruin me and hold me down while you tell me I’m yours. I want to bleed for you.”

Bharath exhaled raggedly, his whole body shaking now. “Mia… stop…”

“Why?” she whispered. “You want it. I can feel you. You could be inside me right now and no one would ever know. It’s just twelve days for my birthday. That’s it. Just twelve…”

She bared her spectacular breasts and she cupped them, and offered it to him like a prayer.

“Don’t you want me? These belong to you and only you from now on. I am on fire mi amor. I can’t wait anymore.”

She sobbed once - real, desperate. “Please.”

Marisol’s voice came soft and low, but it cut through the heat like a bell.

“Mia.”

Mia blinked, dazed, turning her face toward her sister - only to find both Marisol and Sarah watching her. Not angry. Not cold. But… present. Holding space. Holding her.

Sarah moved first, crawling forward across the bed and brushing a thumb under Mia’s damp lashes. “You’re not wrong for wanting him,” she said gently. “But don’t try to tempt him into breaking what makes him him.”

Marisol reached up and cupped Mia’s jaw. “He’s made his choice. Not because he doesn’t want you. But because he does. Enough to wait.”

Mia crumpled slightly, folding into their touch. Her naked breast still heaved, her body still shook with need - but her eyes glistened with shame and understanding.

“I just… I needed to belong,” she whispered.

“You already do,” Marisol said. “But not like that. Not yet.”

Sarah kissed her cheek. “Soon. But when he’s ready. Not when you’re desperate. You’re not alone in this hunger. But trust us - you’ll want your first time with him to be after this moment, not during it.”

Mia turned back to Bharath, tears slipping down her cheeks now. “I’m sorry. I just - ”

Bharath leaned forward, his forehead against hers. “Don’t apologize. I understand. God, I understand.”

He kissed her slowly.

Mia lay sprawled across Bharath’s chest like a cat in a sunbeam - warm, languid, utterly ruined in the best way. She wasn’t just resting on him; she was anchored

, like the only safe harbor in the universe was the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her cheek.Every part of her ached in the most delicious, claimed kind of way. His marks sang on her skin - over her breasts, her thighs, her belly - and every little throb made her smile wider.

She had insisted - loudly, shamelessly, with math and everything - that since he wasn’t going to take her yet, she deserved compensation. Double, in fact. She’d marched up to Sarah and Marisol, counted every hickey, nibble, and love-bite like a scandalized nun at a sleepover, and declared, “I want as many as both of you combined. That’s only fair.”

The others had howled with laughter, but Mia had been dead serious. And Bharath… Bharath had obliged. Oh, had he obliged.

She’d giggled at first. Then gasped. Then screamed.

She hadn’t known her body could feel that much. That he could do that much with just his mouth and hands. At first, he’d been gentle, reverent, almost cautious. But something shifted as he worked - like he was unlocking her one moan at a time - until she was arching and crying and begging him to stop, even as she clung tighter, sobbing, “Don’t you dare stop.”

Sarah and Marisol had just watched from the couch, laughing, cheering, occasionally calling out things like, “She’s gonna pass out!” or “That’s number six, right?!”

Mia had lost count. Of everything.

And now… now she was boneless on top of him, her legs tangled with his, lips brushing lazy kisses along his chest like she was trying to memorize the taste of his skin. Her fingers drew soft, meandering loops down his sternum, playful and distracted and deeply in love.

Her breath hitched every so often, but it wasn’t the desperate kind. It was the happily destroyed kind. Like every inhale was a blessing, and every exhale whispered, Thank you, thank you, thank you.

She was glowing.

No - not glowing.

She was radiating. Like the sun had moved into her soul and decided never to leave.

When she caught the slight twitch in Bharath’s chest - from her kisses, or maybe from how she nuzzled his chest just to feel him shiver - she grinned against his skin.

“I can’t believe it,” she whispered dreamily.

He turned his head slightly to look at her. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted in that same reverent disbelief.

“You’re mine now too,” she murmured, her fingers dancing again across his chest. “Not like in a movie. Not like one of those crushes you outgrow. But mine. Like my soul just carved your name into its walls.”

Bharath’s throat tightened.