Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree Part 9
Pairing: Gavin x Hazel
Genre: 🔞Smut🔞 romantic/domestic fluff
Word Count: 4,714
Warnings: wet dream leading to actual sex, unprotected sex.
Beta by the lovely @sin-with-quiche
Dear GEEZUS, this has been a very long time coming and I have my finicky Muse to thank for that (the highly distractive little brat), but yes, this little saga is finally done after about 2 years in the making?? So I hope y'all enjoy the final instalment of Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree~ 💙 thank you all who have been reading it and have been very patient for each instalment~
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~~Sunday 7:30am~~
"Wakey wakey, my love~" Hazel gently whispered in Gavin's ear. A soft moan came from her fiancé, still touring dream land.
"Ngh, how is it that you're awake before me," he shifted towards her, "and here I thought I wore you out last night."
In a swift move by her deft fiancé, Hazel was back on the bed and under him, playfully laughing as he snuggled into the crook of her neck. A hand had snuck up her pajama top and lightly fondled her breast, his fingers gently pinching an already hardening nipple.
“Mmm, how are you this frisky so early in the morning, my love," Hazel giggled
He smiled into her neck before kissing it.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he answered, nibbling her ear before trailing back down to her neck. Lifting his head, he leaned in for a kiss while his knee parted her legs enough for his hand to move downward. Hazel anticipated that delicious next move—
A few moments passed before Hazel opened her eyes to find Gavin had disappeared.
“Huh,” she sat up and looked around, her bleary gaze settling on the sleeping form of her fiancé next to her.
‘What the hell? That was a DREAM?!’
Silently waging war on her rudely overactive imagination, her small tantrum roused the officer from his sleep.
“Mm, what’s wrong, my love?”
“Nothing…,” she whimpered, thoroughly duped by her very convincing wet dream.
Gavin sat up, shifting closer to his visibly dejected bride-to-be and nuzzled into the back of her neck, taking in her scent.
“You sure nothing’s wrong," he wrapped his arms around her torso and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Y-yeah, I just had a super realistic dream, that’s all," she shivered at his touch.
“Oh? And what was it about?"
Hazel felt her face get uncomfortably warm as she recalled the unfinished business of her lewd dream.
“W-well, I guess you could think of it as a continuation of our…session last night.”
“Is that right,” he inquired, mildly intrigued by this dream of hers. He glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, it read 6:56am, he then had an idea.
“Judging from your cute pout, I’d say this dream of yours was…unfinished?”
Hazel squeaked at his deduction, squirming in his embrace as one bold hand found itself in her pajama bottoms.
“Well then, I’m not sure if I should be jealous of your imagination or not but let’s fix this with the real deal, yeah?”
A whine came from her as he continued his explorations below, the light circular motion she felt on her clit made her knees draw upward, giving him more access.
“Nngh, w-wait…,” he stopped his actions, concerned that she may still be sore from last night.
She turned toward him, pushed him lightly onto his back, then hastily shedded her pajamas.
“Let me take care of you,” she purred while straddling his waist.
She shimmied down his legs, taking his pajama bottoms with her—Gavin stifled a giggle at the cute sight. With his help, Hazel freed him of his clothing then slowly crawled back up. He was almost fully erect, and with how wet she already was, she slid his length along her slick folds with ease.
Gavin bit back a moan, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better view of his bride-to-be. When she felt he was good and ready, she positioned his length at her entrance and slowly sank down. Both groaned at the contact; Hazel paused, adjusting to his fit, then slowly rocked and bounced in place. She leaned forward, her fingertips ghosting over his chest before flitting up to cup his face to kiss him. Gavin surprised her by wrapping his arms around her to deepen the kiss. The sudden movement made her legs jerk, causing her left knee to graze his wound. He hissed, abruptly breaking their kiss.
“Ah, I’m so sorry–my love,” she apologized profusely upon realizing what had happened.
“I’m fine, get back here,” he demanded, bringing her face back in for another kiss.
She carefully continued her movements, swallowing all the moans from her fiancé as that familiar build up approached quickly.
Gavin felt impatience take over as he shifted to sit up with Hazel still straddling him. Hazel moved to accommodate a more comfortable position for the injured officer, despite his grunts of protest. She jolted as Gavin snuck one hand down to tease her clit while the other firmly pressed on her back trying to close what little gap remained between them. Desperation in his actions as if she were only a dream that would disappear the moment he lets go.
Taking the small chance of possibly hurting his side, he started to buck into her, inadvertently slowing down her movements.
“A-ah, babe…hah, I’m—,” his warning cut off as he tensed up, spilling into her. Hazel quickly followed with her own release as she clutched onto him, biting his shoulder to muffle the scream that threatened to wake their only bungalow neighbor.
A pained grunt came from the spent officer, she had bit a little too hard but not enough to draw blood.
“Why do I feel like I’ve hurt you more than pleasured you,” she panted out, still coming down from her blissful high.
A small chuckle filled her ears as he tightened his embrace.
“It’s fine, it wasn’t intentional,” he paused, “or maybe, the bite was intentional?”
Hazel wanted to crawl under a rock from the embarrassment she felt; she didn’t realize biting was part of her intimate repertoire, though Gavin didn’t seem to mind it.
‘Maybe he’s into it??’
“You okay, Pumpkin?”
She must have zoned out for too long, concerning her fiancé; she blinked back into the present.
“Yes, sorry, I spaced out for a moment there,” she pressed her forehead to his, content in the intimacy they shared.
“Hmm, what time is it,” he asked.
Hazel glanced over at the clock, “8:07, should we get ready?”
“Actually,” he caressed her face, “I was thinking we could relax in the hot spring tub before heading out for breakfast.”
Her eyes lit up, she was all for getting their money’s worth out of that private hot spring.
“That’s a great idea! I was thinking about that too, but right before we leave for Loveland so we could be more relaxed on the train ride.”
“We could do that too, if you still want to.”
She eagerly nodded, that amenity definitely made her sleep better, among other things.
Gavin reached for the tissues on the nightstand but Hazel was faster. She gently lifted herself off his lap as he cleaned them both before anything got on the sheets. He headed to the outdoor shower first as Hazel started filling the tub; she then walked over to her fiancé, giggling as she threw her arms around him and swayed.
“Thank you so much for all of this. I’m excited for the next step.”
“You’re more than welcome,” he said, kissing her forehead, “and so am I.”
The brisk morning air cut through them as they went to check on the water level in the tub.
“Mm, almost full,” Gavin observed, he then noticed Hazel shivering a little from the cold.
“Let me return the favor,” he said, hugging her from behind. As he rested his chin on the top of her head, he felt just how cold her wet hair really was. He immediately brought a hand up to dry her hair before she caught a cold.
“Ahhh…,” Hazel, so thoroughly content with the warm, gentle breeze swirling around her, she nearly forgot to keep an eye on the tub filling.
Luckily, Gavin was paying attention while he dried her hair; he gave a small nudge to let her know it was full.
“Ah, yes, got it,” she left his warm embrace to turn the water off, then gestured to Gavin to go in.
“After you, my love~”
He nodded with a small smirk as he stepped into the tub; his hand extended out to help her get in. Finally adjusting to the heat, Hazel sat down, letting out a pleasant sigh as she settled in next to Gavin.
“Oh crap, I forgot the candle,” she got up to go retrieve the neglected piece of aromatherapy.
“Leave it, come back here,” Gavin reached out, slipping his arms around her waist, and planting a kiss on her back, “I just want to enjoy this moment with you, no candle needed.”
She happily settled back into his embrace, sinking into the safety of his very being.
Two hours passed as they relaxed in the comfort of each other’s company. Hazel held up her left hand, admiring the delicate new addition. Flipping her hand over warranted a small gasp, it was quite pruney, a clear indication that it was time to get out.
“Do you want to go back to the cafe from yesterday or try something new,” her fiancé inquired as they got out of the tub.
“Hm, I kinda wanted to try their French toast, but if you want to try someplace new, I don’t mind.”
He mulled over the options for a bit.
“I’ll figure it out while you get ready,” he ultimately decided on a surprise choice.
“Okay,” she chirped, bounding away to the bathroom to get ready.
Gavin rummaged through his duffel for an outfit, while scrolling around for another place to try. He found a couple of places near the hotel that boasted some glowing reviews; the food looked delicious in the pictures that previous patrons had taken, but which cafe would be the best choice?
One cafe offered some similar style French toasts like the cafe from yesterday, whereas the second choice did not. He quickly debated between the two, finally settling on Sweet Break Cafe, just a two minute walk from the hotel.
“I picked a place,” he said as Hazel came out of the bathroom.
“Oh? Do I get to know where we are going or is it a surprise?” She cuddled up to him, gently squeezing his bicep.
“It’s a surprise,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on her temple.
“All right then, I better get dressed, the bathroom's all yours now.”
“Got it,” he reluctantly shuffled out of her embrace to finish getting ready.
As soon as they exited the hotel, they turned right and walked the two minutes right to a seemingly busy cafe.
“Sweet Break Cafe, sounds cute,” she commented, seeing the lettering on the front window. For a Sunday morning, this particular cafe had only a few patrons partaking in breakfast. A stark contrast to the line outside waiting at their apparent To-Go window.
Walking through the cozy setting, natural sunlight filtered in from the skylight panels that ran along the center of the ceiling. The building’s load bearing beams were painted a brilliant white, as well as the brick walls to give the illusion of a more open space. The more striking features of this interior were the vines that crawled up one wall via chicken wire and plants that hung above the seating areas on the opposite wall. The plant tendrils were kept trimmed to avoid contact with a patron’s head. Metallic dandelion fluff lights provided overhead lighting for each of the tables lining the walls. As for the picnic style bench seating in the middle of the cafe, two large flower-like ceiling fans provided a gentle airflow for the group seated beneath them.
The host sat the couple along the wall with the creeping vines. The small breeze generated by the center fans made the leaves sway and flutter.
“This is a pleasant surprise, I like the atmosphere here,” Hazel marveled, inhaling the fresh scent of the plants.
“I’m glad, I did see that they have similar french toasts here, part of the reason why I chose this place.”
“They do?” Her demeanor brightened even more, “what was the other part of the reason?”
“I thought it looked nice in the pictures, something different, you know?”
She nodded sweetly, the knowledge of the cafe having the very breakfast she wanted to try helped with her decision, or so she thought.
That decision wavered once they were given menus, there were so many mouth watering options other than the french toasts. From fluffy omelets to huge breakfast burritos, this cafe offered up quite a variety; ultimately she went with her first choice, though now the challenge of figuring out which flavor to get had presented itself.
“This is different, a corned beef, potato and cheddar cheese omelet,” Gavin pointed out a picture of a sumptuously plated omelet paired with spring greens and two pieces of toast.
“That does look tasty, are you ordering that?”
“I just might,” he said, taking one last flip through the menu.
“I’m gonna get this,” she pointed to the double cinnamon french toast.
“Sounds good, what are you getting to drink?”
Hazel skimmed over the beverage section, zeroing in on the milk tea option.
“Milk tea~”
Gavin chuckled, somehow he knew she’d pick that after seeing it offered on the menu himself, though he did love that about her, the predictability. Not that she was always predictable but the little things that made her smile, he would continue to learn every single one of them.
After finishing their hearty breakfast, the next mission to be completed was for Hazel to find some souvenirs for her coworkers. There were a couple of stores just across the street near the candle shop that housed cute knick knacks, some even with the giant ginkgo tree on them.
“Are you gonna get anything for your coworkers,” Hazel asked her fiancé, who seemed to be lost in thought at the moment while he idly toyed with a miniature windmill.
“Hm? Oh, uh, maybe,” his gaze falling upon a box of honey flavored cookies, “these will do for Loveland PD and the STF.”
He picked up two boxes of the ginkgo leaf shaped cookies, though his expression seemed less than content.
“Are you okay, my love,” Hazel nudged close to Gavin, “is your wound bothering you?”
Gavin blinked in confusion and the worried look on his fiancé’s face made him panic.
“N-no, I’m okay, I didn’t mean to worry you,” he replied in a hushed tone, gently taking her hand to his lips for a light kiss; a gesture that caught his lovely fiancé off guard.
“If you’re sure,” she flustered, nearly dropping her shopping basket, in silent awe over the duality of this man—now soon to be husband.
Husband
Hazel knew she would get married someday and, honestly, ever since Gavin came back into her life, she secretly hoped he’d be the one to propose. Though now that he has, the fact that the next step involved the actual ceremony—well, Hazel felt a bit overwhelmed, for now came the downhill snowball effect of planning such an event. Soon her expression matched Gavin’s previously out of focus one.
“I think I found some souvenirs that Kiki and Willow would like over here,” Gavin broke her inane look and derailed that nerve wracking train of thought. She rushed over to the shelving unit that Gavin currently stood in front of, perusing the puzzle boxes on display.
“Willow for sure would like the puzzle box, Kiki might get bored of it after a while,” Hazel scanned the shelves to find something for her younger coworker. A needle felted bear holding a metal ginkgo leaf as an umbrella caught her eye.
“This is perfect,” Hazel picked up the item, “I know she likes bears, they remind her of Kiro.”
“Is that right,” Gavin’s voice trailed off as they walked up to the cashier. He recalled Hazel being the recipient of such bear themed gifts on her birthday and Christmas from her idol friend.
They exited the store and just window shopped the rest of the shops along the boulevard. Passing a quaint wedding boutique, Hazel stopped; she saw a mermaid style dress nestled between an a-line princess style and a poofy ball gown. The mermaid dress had a ruched top instead of the lacy bodice she saw back home.
Gavin wrapped his free arm around Hazel’s waist and lightly kissed the side of her head .
“You okay, Pumpkin? You’ve been quiet since we left the souvenir shop.”
Hazel sighed and leaned into him, she knew this planning would take time but for some reason she couldn’t shake her apprehension at the moment. Why was she scared?
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”
“There’s nothing ‘wrong’ with you, my love. This is a big step for us, making it official and all.”
“Yeah, I get it,” she took his free hand in hers and lovingly squeezed it, “I do feel better. Just take it one step at a time, right?”
“Exactly. So how about we go back to the hotel, we’ll take one last soak in the hot tub, grab some dinner then head home?”
“That sounds nice, yes, let’s do that,” she nodded firmly and kissed him on the lips.
Hazel gathered the clothing that had been strewn around the room and proceeded to pack their duffels, while Gavin started the water to fill the tub. She briefly caught a melancholic expression before he switched it to a happier one when she entered the room
“Hm, there’s still something bothering you, isn’t there, my love,” she reached to cup his face; he melted into her touch and sighed.
“There are… some things I’m concerned about for the wedding planning, particularly the date.”
Hazel had an inkling as to why he was worried and it was those three pesky letters that seem to throw a wrench in a lot of their time together; the STF. While she did admire the fact that he had such a strong sense of duty, she also felt like her fiancé forgot that he was made of flesh and bone.
“There’s no guarantee that I won’t be called in for a mission,” his brows furrowed, “I was fortunate for this weekend despite still being called away. We might not be so lucky next time.”
“I figured that’s what it was, it crossed my mind too, which is why I thought maybe we could do a civil wedding ceremony and then try to plan a reception later?”
“That’s one option,” Gavin nodded, pondering over the plausibility of that idea, “but I also want you to have the wedding you deserve.”
He led them to the little cedar bench that jutted out of the wall and sat down; Hazel laced her fingers with his as she leaned on his shoulder.
“What other things are you worried about?”
Gavin sighed heavily into the side of her head.
“I guess the date was the only thing, really,” he replied, “well, maybe the venue for the reception. I think everything else can be dealt with as we go.”
Hazel shifted herself to look him in the eyes—maybe it was the newly engaged bliss still in effect but she felt even more love for this man. With all they had been through up to this point, planning a wedding should be a breeze—that’s what Hazel hoped, anyway.
“Ah, let me go check on the water,” she bolted up from the bench and scurried over to the edge of the tub, it was nearly full.
“Almost done,” she looked back at Gavin, who promptly stood up, taking his shirt off while walking over to her. She noticed his wound looking much better without the bandage as she lightly ran her fingers over it. He didn’t even flinch at her touch, he was too busy tugging on the hem of her top in silent eagerness before slowly pulling it over her head and tossing it toward the bench to join his. Hazel took to his belt buckle while he awkwardly fumbled with her bra clasps.
“I really hate these things,” he grumbled.
“Here, switch,” she giggled at his disgruntled look as he glumly finished what she had started. She quickly peeled off her leggings, panties following suit, both landing in a pile with Gavin’s pants and boxers. When she turned around, Gavin had already turned the water off, his hand extended out to help her in.
Time passed in quiet conversations with pauses of silence sprinkled in between. They happily bounced wedding ideas off of each other, some good, some really bad.
“I actually wouldn’t mind wearing the kind of dress I had for the Fairytale Wedding shoot we did. Though I wonder if that design went out of season since then,” she mused as she got out of the tub.
“You looked really pretty in that one but I think any dress would look gorgeous on you,” he added, following behind her.
“Even a burlap sack dress?” She couldn’t help herself, she had to know if what he said rang true.
“Uh, sure, you could make that look gorgeous too,” he replied, very puzzled at such an idea, but if that's what she desired, he’d make it work.
“I’m just kidding, my love, no burlap sack dress,” she teased. Thankfully she didn’t see the visible look of relief on his face as he dried her hair.
“I could just bring a picture of the dress to a bridal shop to see if they have a similar design,” she pointed out as Gavin continued to dry them both off.
“Hmm, true. You could always see about getting it custom made too, it's a shame you couldn’t keep that dress…”
Gavin hugged her naked form from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. A warm breeze wrapped around them; he gave her a peck on the cheek before pulling away to get dressed. Hazel followed behind and gently pinched his left side, startling him—the surprised yelp from him made her giggle hysterically. He quickly turned around, dropping the clothes he had already gathered and launched a tickle attack on his bride-to-be. The onslaught went on until Hazel yielded a breathless surrender.
“Seriously, I’m no match for you…,” Hazel wheezed, still out of breath.
Gavin chuckled, pulling her back into his arms—she flinched, adopting a defensive stance, well, as much as she could in her still nude form.
“Truce,” Hazel pleaded, looking up at him with her doe eyes, hoping this wasn’t some sneaky tactic to tickle her more.
“Truce,” he said, “now let’s get dressed, yeah?”
“Yes~”
They finished packing up their duffels and checked out of the hotel.
“Do you want to eat at the noodle place again,” Gavin asked as they exited the hotel lobby, nudging his duffel in the direction of said restaurant.
“Hmm, I’m still a little full from our late breakfast. I’m good with getting something from the convenience store at the train station, if that’s okay with you?”
“Sure, Pumpkin,” he put his arm around her as they walked to the station. “You sure you’re done shopping around? We’re gonna be getting back to Loveland City a little earlier than planned.”
“Yup! This weekend was so perfect, but now I can’t wait to go home and get started with the wedding plans,” Hazel eagerly bounced in place.
“Okay,” he smiled, knowing those preparations would be in the back of his mind as well.
It was well into the afternoon when they reached their platform for the return trip home. A small convenience kiosk was situated in the middle of the waiting area; Hazel perused the products they offered, her gaze falling on a crustless peanut butter sandwich. She grabbed that and a bottle of water; Gavin had picked out a chicken cutlet sandwich and a bottle of barley tea.
Their train pulled up just as they finished their food and drinks; a discernible ‘whoosh’ was heard above the mingling conversations as the doors opened to welcome passengers in.
Settling into their seats, Hazel saw the rich, warm glow of the fading day with the city slowly lighting up for the night. A wonderful atmosphere to end an equally wonderful weekend.
“Are you gonna sleep on the way back,” Gavin asked, noticing Hazel futilely stifling a yawn.
“Mm, I’m trying not to—I wanna start brainstorming more wedding ideas,” a small pout graced her lips, “but I have a feeling I’m going to knock out whether I want to or not.”
She yawned again, now feeling defeated, she gave up and leaned against Gavin’s shoulder.
‘That didn’t last long,’ he mentally mused, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He set an alarm on his phone and placed his ear buds in to get at least one hour of sleep before arriving at Loveland Station.
Upon arriving at Loveland Station, they were greeted by both Kiki and Willow. Hazel had texted them just before getting on the train, though she did not expect to see them this quickly.
“Boss!” They both yelled excitedly as they hurried over to the newly engaged couple, hugging them both.
Willow pawed at Hazel’s left hand, admiring the ring adorning it.
“Oh wow, that picture you posted did not do it justice, this is gorgeous,” she marveled.
“About time, Officer,” Kiki said in a hushed tone, lightly elbowing Gavin’s arm. He couldn’t really retort, this proposal was a long time coming.
“What are you two doing here, anyway,” Hazel asked her two coworkers, “I was just letting you know we were on our way home.”
The two young women looked at each other, deviously; Hazel had just noticed the small bag in Kiki’s hand.
“Well,” they both started, Willow continued, “ we wanted to be the first to congratulate you two in person, and,” she motioned to Kiki to give Hazel the small bag, “to give you this in celebration of your engagement.”
There was a sly tone in Willow’s voice that made Hazel cock an eyebrow at her coworker.
“And on that note,” Kiki piped up, “we’ll take our leave. See ya tomorrow, Boss!”
The two coworkers bounded off leaving a slightly confused Hazel and Gavin behind.
“That was…interesting,” Gavin described that encounter the best he could.
“Y-yeah, let’s head home, my love,” Hazel said, taking his hand back into hers.
Hazel plopped onto the edge of the bed after they got home, staring at the small bag. Gavin had mentioned something about ordering take out and getting more groceries in the morning before work. She was super curious about the gift Willow and Kiki had given them; she quickly realized why they chose to give it to them now and not at work tomorrow. Her face reddened as she pulled out a short mesh dress, if one could even qualify this as a dress, in a rich cobalt blue color with a ruffled hem.
‘WHAT WERE THEY THINKING,’ she mentally exclaimed, oh she knew those two were bold, but this? This was a whole new level.
Embarrassment was her initial reaction, but the more Hazel looked at the lingerie, the more she wanted to try it on. She hastily changed out of her clothes and into the skimpy pieces of material, paling at the pair of matching crotchless panties that were included—she then called Gavin into the bedroom. He got up from the couch and walked down the hallway to their bedroom, eyes focused on his phone as he started ordering food for delivery.
“I’m ordering food for us, wh—,” he didn’t finish his inquiry as his jaw dropped at the sight of Hazel in sexy garments.
“Is that…what they got us,” Gavin asked, his expression now matching her initial one; Hazel nodded, fidgeting under his gaze.
He canceled the food order and placed the phone on the dresser.
“Guess dinner's gonna have to wait a little longer, I’m not letting this opportunity go to waste,” he purred, now looming over her as she scooted back to let him on the bed. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spied the crotchless panties; easy access, no less.
It would appear it was going to be a rather late night for the both of them, but tomorrow would bring a new day, and the beginning of the next chapter in their lives, for it was now time to plan a wedding.
