Jon didn't want to be here, wearing the nicest clothes he owned. His head pounded in his skull and he took a few minutes to himself outside of the stuffy house to breathe. He had gotten used to being around Delia's family. The snobby ones, the very well-to-do one's, even. He could see Delia through the bay window walking towards him on the front porch, she would be leaving him soon to go off to college. He didn't like the idea of not having her around but he'd just have to deal with it, he was proud of her for going to further her education.

"Hey," Her soft voice broke through his thoughts as he watched her walk further towards him. His heart pounded, she looked so fucking good. Her dress hugged her body nicely, her hair was done up in a bun and some strands of her blonde hair hung down around her face. Her lipstick matched her red dress. She looked damned good.

He shoved his hands in his front pockets and leaned against the pole, "Hey yourself."

She leaned up against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, breathing his scent deeply.
"Thank you for coming tonight."

"Why you thankin' me for? Of course I'd come for you." He mumbled against the top of her head, wrapping his arms tightly around her. They only had a few more hours together and he wanted to spend them being selfish.

"Because I know you don't really like being around my family."

"I'll do it for you," He mumbled against her lips before kissing her sweetly, their heads moving to get a better range on the other's lips. She could have melted into him right then and there, feeling his tongue dominate her mouth. She whimpered against his lips, feeling his large hands move down to squeeze her ass. She brought her hand up to the side of his neck, pulling him further down against her lips.

"Delia," Her mother cleared her throat behind them – neither of them had realized she was standing behind them. They were too lost in each other and in their kiss to notice anything else around them. Immediately, Jon's hands fell from her ass and Delia' blushed from being caught in an intimate moment.

"Yeah mom?" She grinned.

"People are going to be leaving soon, you two should come and say goodbye to everyone." Her mother smiled at them. Delia nodded and wrapped her arms back around his waist. Jon waited before her mother walked back into the house before speaking,
"Your mother is fucking creepy, babe."

Delia chuckled, "How?!"

"She doesn't make any noise when she walks."

"Let's go get this over. When we get home," He chuckled softly in her ear and ran his hands down her sides, "You're mine."

Delia smiled and followed him into the house, holding his hand tightly. She was going to hate not waking up beside of him in the morning, but that's a part of life. She'll be okay, she has to be. This is how life works. You fall in love with someone, get used to being with them, and then something hurts the chance. Or at least that's how Jon's life went, anyway.

Delia looked up at him through tear filled eyes. She didn't want to leave him, she didn't want to leave this bedroom. His kisses were so soft at first but had quickly turned rough and hungry – like he needed to engulf himself in her. She clutched at his arms, moaning into the kiss. She could have crawled inside of him in that moment and just stayed there until she felt it was safe to leave his arms again. He was the best she'd ever felt him and she solely based it off the fact that she had to leave in under twenty-four hours. They might have been young, but it didn't mess with the fact that they both had gotten so involved in each other over the last few months that they rarely done stuff with any of their friends. Jon had become her life, and she wasn't complaining about that, but she didn't want to go to college.

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you're the best

As soon as Jon saw her earlier that night, her red shimmer dress accentuating every curve her body gave, he knew he had to get her away from everyone at the 'going-away-to-college-party' her parents had thrown for her. Red was her color, she looked so fucking good in his eyes. She was beautiful always to him but something about that red dress just made him want to rip her to shreds. He trailed his lips down her neck, biting over her collarbone. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, feeling his lips kissing down her nude flesh. His lips were soft but the rest of his face was scratchy from the slight stubble he had grown out.

"You just wanted to tear me apart earlier, didn't you? That slutty fucking red dress, I swear to god Delia I could've pushed you against the wall and fucked your right there for everyone to see." Jon heard her gasp at his words; good, he thought. He wanted her hot and rugged as he was, if that was possible. The red dress wasn't fair to him, it was one that laid off his shoulder on both sides and stopped just above her knees. She had on matching red leather pumps that he hadn't allowed her to take off.

"My dress done this to you?" She gasped, feeling the wetness pool between her legs now.

He smiled, "You don't understand how fucking beautiful you looked. It looked so good on you, D."

"Thank you," She said breathlessly.

"I wanna taste you," Jon moaned against her neck, grinding his hips down into her. He smiled when he felt her tighten her legs around him, "I've got to taste that pretty fucking pussy."

She gasped, "Please Jon. Please. I want you too."

He smiled, feeling her fingers tug at his hair. Teasingly, he kissed down the front of her body, her nails scraping against his back as he moved further down. He was greeted with a wave of her scent, she smelt sweet and sexy, just like she always did for him, and his cock hardened in anticipation of tasting her. He inhaled her scent as he trailed his tongue over the soft linen panties covering her lips, causing her to gasp and slightly buck her hips down against his face. He placed his mouth around her clothed mound, sucking as much of her pussy as he could in his between his lips.

He couldn't stand the barrier anymore and he hooked his fingers in the waist band of her panties before pulling them down and off her soft legs. He kissed the top of her foot and licked up to her ankles, taking in the view of her pussy glistening wet for him. He trailed his tongue all the way up her calf, up her inner thigh, and all the way up to the bottom of her – leaving a trail wherever his tongue touched.

His tongue trailed in a circle over her outer lips, tasting her properly. She squirmed underneath his teasing, rolling her body up to meet his mouth. She grinned as she heard him chuckle at her pleas – god she wanted him so badly. He trailed a long wet lick from the bottom of her to the top of her clit, wanting to savor the taste of her. He didn't know the next time he'd taste her, or when he'd have her like this again, and he moaned around her.

"Jon," Delia gasped, "Please…I need you so bad."

He stayed between her thighs, licking, sucking, devouring, and taking everything she gave him. They had all night, only a few more hours together, before she would be off to college and he'd only have her on the weekends when they could meet in the middle. He didn't like the empty feeling it left him with, but this was her life and he would be happy for her regardless.

I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Done my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feeling alive
Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore

Delia arched to him, curving to his body as he thrust into her. She'd changed so much for him, she'd only ever given herself to him. This was her happy place, buried underneath his etching gaze and his warm body. She could live underneath him if it were possible. She was hooked on him, she could only find solstice in anything in his arms. He completed her, as cheesy as it was to say. She didn't know how she would adapt to the college life and life without him – for she couldn't recall what it felt like to live without him before. Jon's thrusts were long and deep, slow and antagonizing almost; she felt every inch of him. He was so hard for her, thrusting so deep. Jon growled and buried his face in her neck. All too soon, she was going to have to leave him. She was going to take every bit of this moment in.

"I don't want to leave you," Delia whispered into Jon's chest as he stood at the edge of her car.

Jon held her tighter, kissing the crown of her head. "I don't want you to leave either pretty girl but I know that you're going to make me proud."

She clung to him tighter, she didn't even want to let go of him long enough to hug her parent's goodbye. She felt tears welling up, even though she promised not to cry, she couldn't help the tears forming. He tilted her head back and kissed her softly, sucking her lips to his. He nibbled on her bottom lip, holding onto her hips. She didn't care that her parents were standing beside of them; she didn't give a fuck that they were standing in front of other people. She wanted to remember how he tasted.

"I love you," Delia whispered against his lips, "I love you so much Jon."

"I love you too," He mumbled into her mouth, "Go baby girl."

She clung to him even tighter, burying her face in his chest. He had on a grey t-shirt, the one she fondly remembers him wearing underneath his work-shirt the night he made her a woman, taking what she gave him willingly. He was already dressed for work, it was before sunrise. She hoped he'd be okay, she knew he was a lot stronger than she was. She felt him press his nose into the top of her head and inhale the scent of her blonde hair before stepping away from her.

I've got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Delia hugged her mother goodbye and then sadly returned to Jon who wrapped his arms around her looser this time. With one more kiss, she was then walking towards her car. She had to get a move on if she wanted to make it to her new home in time for orientation. She looked back at him one last time before getting into the car. He nodded at her and looked down at his feet; he wasn't going to fucking cry in front of her but he felt that nagging sensation at the base of his throat and fought against it.

"I love you, Jon." She said softly, her parents had already started heading to their cars.

Jon shook his head, pushing his hands in his pockets. He didn't understand how or why she had this effect on him. "I love you too."

He heard the car door close and he knew she was getting to leave him in a trail of her dust on the dirt road. If he knew she was just going to leave at the end of summer, he'd never had fixed her car in the first place. He knew he couldn't be selfish, especially when it came to her education. He wanted to give a better life, he had provided over half of her college funds secretly. Her parents didn't have enough and had came to him for help. He wasn't going to hinder her possibilities to become more than him, more than this town. He knew she had it in her to become something great. He'd help her along the way. He had the money built up to do so. Shit, he'd do anything for her.

That's only if she came back, though.

Delia scared and nervous as she sat in her first college class. She felt herself trembling, she knew absolutely no one in here. The sound of old creaking wood became louder as students filled the class room even more. This felt weird – she felt like a grown up. She ran her hands through her hair and looked down at the picture of her and Jon that was taken around the fourth of July by her mother, she was sitting on his lap and he had his arms wrapped around her as they both watched the fireworks, his lips pressed to the back of shoulder.

Jon had acted different lately. She knew he was still grieving the loss of his grandfather. He was also under a lot of stress from running the shop short-handedly. She tried her hardest to help him out but she felt like she would get in the way at the shop. No matter what, she promised she'd love him through it all. He had spells of insanity, he'd go into shouting rages and more than once he'd beat the fuck out of a customer. He had a lot of rage built up in him, but she knew that he loved her.

"Hey…uh, is this seat taken?" A deep voice boomed from ahead of her. She looked back to see a bleach-blonde boy with a huge grin on his face.

Delia pushed her bag to the floor to give him more room and smiled politely, "No. It's yours."

"I'm Adam," The guy said and stuck his hand out.

She didn't really want to touch him but she shook it anyway, "Delia, it's nice to meet you."

"Oh, likewise pretty girl!" He grinned.

This sequel's going to be good...I promise.