I wasn’t sure what he meant and then I looked around and he was right. It was the spot where I’d been a year ago. When I had been horsing around, not paying attention and knocked him over.
“You’re right,” I said, with a goofy look on my face. “So, any regrets?”
“I’ve thought about that moment a lot,” he said. “I’m not one for fate, magic, or higher powers, but I’ve wondered what life would be like now if I’d been… three seconds faster or slower that day. If you fell in front of me, or behind me, but not slamming into me. What my life would be like now. What yours would be like.”
I mussed his hair and kissed him on the cheek.
“Mine would be worse, I think. Not just because the last year has been the best in my life, but because I could see certain trends getting ready to creep back in. I was being bullied a bit, so maybe I started drinking or doing drugs again. Maybe I don’t have the strength to get through school when it got hard. But you would have been fine. You were bouncing back,” I said.
He shook his head and looked sad for a moment.
“No, Kitten. I was starting to try and bounce back. And you’ve seen in the last year that I’ve had moments when I slipped and got into a bad headspace. How far would I have slipped without you there to catch me? My life would have been worse without you. It would have been harder. And I’m not sure I would have made it without you. So whatever high force was going on that day that brought us together, I’m forever grateful for it,” he said.
The next few minutes get deeply fuzzy and the only reason I can remember any of it was some cosplayers coming around a corner with their phones out and saw that something was going on in our little corner of the world. Between video and memory, I’ve managed to piece together that this is what happened.
Daddy slipped out of the chair, his knee miraculously healed. He somewhat awkwardly got on one knee and in his hand was a little box with a diamond ring in it. The video was too far away to capture what he said, but that much I managed to remember.
“I never want to find out what life would be like without you, Kitten. Will you marry me?” he said.
Keep in mind I’m standing in a convention center, in a Batgirl costume, at the end of a long day at a comic con. This is the moment my boyfriend, who I love so much I can’t process it sometimes, chooses to ask me to marry him.
Whenever I tell the story, people often think he’s an idiot for doing it that way. I just get a goofy smile on my face. Maybe it wasn’t elegant or flashy, but it was him, and it worked for me.
Plus there was the whole bit where I kept him waiting for what felt like hours, but the video shows was about five seconds, but give me a break, it was a lot to process.
When my brain began working again, I noticed the beginnings of a worried look creeping on his face, and that’s when my brain kicked into overdrive.
“Oh my God, yes!” I screamed and then tackled him to the ground.
This all began when I accidentally knocked him to the ground, so it seemed fitting a year later I deliberately tackled him at the same spot.
I was still on top of him and somehow my glove managed to get removed, the Claddagh ring was carefully removed and put on another finger and the engagement ring slid on, fitting perfectly. The next thing I knew a small horde of people, mostly girls around my age, came running over to congratulate us and then showing us the video. It was absolute madness for the next 20 minutes, with people congratulating us. Daddy looked dazed but thrilled I’d said yes.
Eventually, we made it back to the hotel room and I desperately wanted to jump him, but I desperately needed a shower first. Being the clever man he is, Daddy suggested that we both shower together.
Before getting in, I very carefully took off my new ring and placed it on the end table by the bed. I got a quizzical look.
“I know the odds of it slipping off my finger and going down the drain in the first hour of getting it are slim, but you’re nuts if you think I’m even remotely taking that chance,” I said, quickly removing the rest of the cosplay. Daddy gave me a hand, eager for me to get out of the clothing as well.
We were in the shower, making out and soaping each other up. I was eager to finish getting clean and get to the main event, but Daddy was in a teasing mood, and kept finding new ways to rub his soapy hands over my body under the pretence of “missing a spot.”
“Are you ok?” He asked, rubbing his hands over my breasts while nibbling on my neck.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to be a lot better than ok. I’ll be explosively ok,” I said, giggling.
He slowly turned me around and my breasts pushed into his stomach. I wrapped my arms around his neck and got up on my toes to kiss him when he gently stopped me with his hand.
“No, I mean, that was a lot to absorb in the last hour. Are you ok? If you have second thoughts and want to change your mind…” he started, when I pushed past his hand and kissed him as hard as I could. For the next minute, there were no sounds in the shower except one of us moaning.
“Stop overthinking things. I said yes. I love you and we’re going to get married. Now take your fiance to bed and fuck her silly,” I said. Then I realized I just referred to myself as his fiance for the first time and started giggling like a lunatic.
We eventually managed to scramble back into the bedroom, but I wouldn’t let him touch me any further until I got my engagement ring back on. I looked at it for what must have been the 1000th time. It wasn’t a huge rock, but it was a nice size, with a nice clasp holding the diamond in place. I suspected he got help picking it out, but that was a question for another time.
I rolled onto my back and opened my legs, kicking my feet slowly in the air
“All yours, Daddy,” I said.
He wasted no time diving between my legs and began licking my pussy. There was going to be time for a leisurely, loving fuck at some point, but right now was not going to be it. I gave a small cry as his mouth made contact with my pussy and his tongue began flicking across my clit.
I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. Some dim part of my brain kicked in and I didn’t wrap my leg around his head. “Bad form to kill your fiance within a few hours of getting engaged” ran through my head, and I giggled.
“Something funny, princess?” Daddy asked when coming up for air.
“Just your beard ticking,” I said. Then I planted my legs on the bed, pushed my hips upwards, and pushed down on his head. He took the hint.
“Such a bossy little girl,” he said before diving back in.
“You… oh my fucking God! You love it,” I managed to get out before settling into a steady stream of moaning and babbling as his tongue worked its magic on my clit. At the best of times, my ability to hold back when he was determined to get me off was pathetic. But I had enough electricity from this evening’s excitement running through my body to power this hotel.
“Oh Fuck, Daddy! I’m cumming!” I screamed out, and I was dimly aware he’d stopped flicking my clit with his tongue and was just focused on holding on as my hips spasmed.
When I came back to reality, I could see he was getting ready to start fucking me, which ordinarily I’d be all about, but I needed some personal time with his cock in my mouth first. I gently pushed him to the side, and he fell on the bed and rolled onto his back. I quickly shifted position. I didn’t want to waste time getting between his legs and starting to suck so I just straddled his chest, leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I got a delightful groaning noise as a reward.
Ever since I figured out how to deepthroat Daddy it was hard not to want to do it all the time. But I learned a few other things that my fiance likes, and rather than just shoving his cock down my throat I just focused on worshipping the head, running my tongue across it, bobbing up and down a few times, and then running my hands across his balls and down towards his ass.