We exchanged smiles before we lined up for the official photo.
"Three! Two! One!"
"Cheese!"
With love, anyone can fly high into the limitless sky.
23
Cheer For The Finale Of Accomplishments
~KAITO~
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"Ninety-seven. Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine," I counted before doing the last sword exercise for the morning. I was dripping with sweat, my shoulders moving up and down as I fought to catch my breath.
As much as I wanted to do a few more exercises before the sunrise, I knew I'd be pushing myself and potentially interfering with my energy levels.
Taking a few deep inhales and exhales, I bowed traditionally as if my opponent were before me and slid my sword back into the safety of its sheath. Staring at my bandaged hands, I smirked at the empowerment I felt regarding my growth.
Our kendo competition was supposed to be four weeks ago, but due to the hype of the games and the number of individuals coming from around the world for that and the kendo tournament, it was determined that everything would be on the same day.
The kendo tournament would be first, followed by the cheer competition, which would lead into the football game, intermission, and then the Witchling Games in the evening.
Our main concern was being wiped out from the day of activities, but it was agreed upon that we'd all receive healing boosts to give us an equal chance in the games.
I felt like I should have been nervous. This was the day we'd been waiting for.
The final showdown that would determine our grades and lead us to the graduation stage.
After a few stretches, I was back in our dorm and entering my room. My eyes immediately gravitated over to the bed and acknowledged the gorgeous woman curled up in my sheets.
I bit my lip in an attempt to not immediately be turned on by Brianne's sleeping figure. When she'd knocked on my door late last night, I assumed it was just to check on me.
In the end, we began to simply talk about our worries until she literally dozed off mid-conversation. I don't think Brianne would ever understand how adorably precious she was.
No matter her growth, there was this spark in her that simply made you want to accept every aspect of her, whether it was the innocence she'd carried at the beginning of her attendance here or the confident grace she projected without even trying.
I always got compliments and statements regarding how lucky I was to be dating Brianne Marie Harlow. The woman that every organization had their eyes on, the only woman in history to get the most invitations at Witchling Academy. She was one of the top students with perfect grades thus far, and officially ranked first and best Vice President the school had ever experienced.
That was a fraction of the number of awards Brianne was nominated for, and I wouldn't be surprised if she graduated with enough award money to sponsor a few exclusive trips around the world.
In fact, with how popular she was, I bet airlines would beg her to take free trips around the world just for promotion purposes.
From the shy, gifted sixteen-year-old who barely had friends because she was the know-it-all to now. Here she was in my bed, the twenty-year-old Queen of Witchling Academy with immaculate model looks, brains to get her into any school, and the magic capability to get her a spot on the magic council. She was known by so many people, it was hard for her to not be recognized.
She'd garnered all this fame and fortune not by changing who she was, but by growing into the individual she wished to blossom into. Regardless of the outside strain to be someone she wasn't, her perseverance was what allowed her to reach this point in time and was the very reason we were together.
Lifting my hand up, I looked at my wrist to admire the tattoo on my flesh. I was so proud to carry such a mark on my wrist - an image that the world seemed to know was a confirmation that I was connected to my team with the very same tattoos.
The simple reward for trusting in Brianne to make the right decision was what helped symbolize the friendship we shared that morphed into strong, loving bonds.
I noticed how Brianne stirred and mumbled something I couldn't decipher before she kicked the blanket off her and rolled onto her back. I remained still, wondering if she was going to wake up, but she remained still as her lips parted and then she was quietly breathing the morning away.
This was my moment to let the breath I was holding out while I admired her hot body that was in nothing but lingerie. She'd taken off her shirt at some point in time - clearly after I'd fallen asleep.
There she lay in the perfect blue lingerie set, probably one that Finnick had created for her now that he’d been asked to create a summer lingerie launch for a new signature brand company that would be launched with his name.
What better way to test out his creations, and goodness, did it fit her body exceptionally well. Her perky breasts sat nicely in the bra that had a white bow with a rhinestone in the middle, and the matching panties were designed with rhinestones along the waistband.
The longer I stared, the harder my cock got. Deep down I felt like an idiot for spending so much time training and making absolutely no time for deepening our relationship in the realms of sex.
I knew our relationship didn't depend on intense intimacy. It never had, which I personally appreciated a few semesters ago because I didn't feel pressured to be like everyone else. But now that I stood here in the quiet darkness of my room with my eyes on our goddess girlfriend, I kind of regretted not taking our love one step forward.
Shaking my head to try and calm my body down, I went straight to the washroom and took a cold shower first to try and tame my arousal.
After switching the water to hot, I allowed my body a moment to replenish as the warmth soothed my aching muscles. A few minutes went by and I finally washed up. It wasn't until I was finished and reaching for a towel that I realized there wasn’t one.
What happened to the towel?
I stared at the empty rail that usually had one towel and immediately was pulled into a vision of Connor coming to take the towel while talking to Brianne, who was sitting on my bed.
He moved to walk over to her and gave her a passionate kiss before heading out with the towels while Brianne stretched and lay back down on my bed.
I was able to check the clock before the vision faded away. The ticking surface read two in the morning.
"Really, Connor? You're going to do laundry at two in the fucking morning," I cursed to myself as I shook my head. "Unbelievable."
Stepping onto the rug, I used a spell of wind to dry myself off and looked at the mirror to see my naked frame. All this working out had really helped my figure. I don't know why I was now noticing my results as if I never looked in the mirror before, but seeing as I always was in some sort of rush in and out of the shower, this was a rare opportunity.
I walked to the door just as it opened. Sleepy Brianne stood there with a towel in her grasp. I literally froze because she looked so fucking sexy. Her bed hair was all ruffled up and yet it complemented her attractiveness.
With her standing, I could admire every curve and line of muscle along her body. Brianne was definitely at peak fitness appearance because she screamed fit body from her six-pack to the muscles in her arms that weren't super harsh.
Some of her magic incantations were showing on her arms and legs, but it didn't seem to bother her - not like it had ever bothered any of us. She normally used magic to cover them like most mages, but the sight was refreshing.