[ Rain's POV ]
I was finally home. The familiar scent of the apartment felt like a warm blanket, though the peace was currently being interrupted by the sounds of Fran mopping the floor and bickering with Fer in the living room.
"Move!" Fran barked. I could practically hear him nudging Fer's feet out of the way with the mop.
"Come on, Fran," Fer laughed, sounding far too comfortable on our sofa. "Since when did you become such a domestic housewife?"
"Shut up and go home already!"
"Sigh. I'm literally bored to death," Fer groaned. "We should buy some drinks and call the others over."
Hearing that, I stepped out of the bedroom. "Should I go out so you guys can drink comfortably?"
The effect was instantaneous. Fran froze, a wave of guilt washing over his face as he looked at me. He shot a sharp, murderous glare at Fer.
"No!" Fran said firmly. "We have a lot to do. Go home now, Fer." He practically hauled Fer toward the door.
"Fine, fine! I won't disturb your 'couple time' anymore," Fer teased, holding up his hands in surrender. "But don't forget, it's my birthday next week. We're celebrating at the island."
"I know," Fran grunted.
"You should come too, Rain. Bring your friends," Fer added with a wink before finally disappearing down the hall.
Once the door clicked shut, Fran dropped the mop and walked over to me, his expression serious. He reached out and took my hand, his grip firm but gentle.
"I'm sorry about that," he whispered, remembering the times in the past when he'd let his friends take over our space. "I'm not letting you go out alone again. Don't ever think like that."
"I understand," I said, offering him a small smile to ease his worry.
The humidity and the dust from cleaning made my skin feel sticky and uncomfortable. "Fran, are you taking a shower now? Or should I go first?"
"You go first," he said.
I hurried into the bathroom and shed my clothes, letting the spray of the water warm up. I was just stepping under the stream when the door creaked open. I turned, my heart leaping into my throat, to find Fran standing there, completely naked. The steam was already beginning to swirl around him, clinging to the sharp lines of his shoulders.
I spun back around immediately, my face flushing hot.
"What? It's not like this is the first time we've bathed together," Fran said, his voice low and vibrating through the small space. He stepped closer, his hands sliding onto my shoulders as he turned me back to face him.
Seeing him like this was dangerous. Fran had always been athletic, and the way the water beaded off his toned chest and tracked down the dips of his abs made the butterflies in my stomach go into a chaotic frenzy. My eyes betrayed me, wandering down his frame until I noticed the undeniable proof of how much he wanted me. I snapped my gaze back up to his face instantly.
He pressed me back against the wall, the cold tiles a sharp contrast to his radiating heat.
"Are you shy?" he asked softly. But even as he tried to act bold, I noticed his hand was shaking as he reached for me. He was just as nervous as I was.
A surge of playfulness hit me. I wanted to see him lose that Ice King composure. I grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on my waist, then spun us around, pinning him against the wall instead. Fran froze, his breath hitching as I let my hands wander over the hard planes of his chest and down the ridges of his stomach. I purposely let my touch graze his heat, a feather-light brush that made his entire body jerk, before pulling back with a teasing smirk.
It was the breaking point. Fran lunged forward, grabbing my waist and pulling me into a hungry, desperate kiss. I tried to gasp out his name, but he swallowed the sound, his tongue sliding against mine with a frantic, possessive energy. I found myself drowning in him, my hands clutching his damp shoulders for balance.
The shower rained down on us as the air grew heavy and thick with steam. Fran was getting impatient, his body grinding rhythmically into mine, making me feel every bit of his desperate need. When he finally pulled back to breathe, his pupils were blown so wide his eyes looked almost black. He was searching my face, his silent plea hanging in the air between us.
I wasn't ready for everything yet, the thought still made me a little breathless and scared, but I wanted to serve him. I wanted to be the one to break his control completely.
I sank slowly to my knees on the wet tiles, the sound of the splashing water echoing my racing heart. I looked up at him through my damp lashes, seeing the way his jaw tightened as my hands slid down his thighs. When I took him into the warmth of my mouth, Fran let out a low, guttural moan that vibrated through my very bones.
I moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, focused entirely on the hitch in his breath and the way his fingers dug into my shoulders as he tried to keep his footing. The steam and the heat made everything feel like a fever dream. I watched him as I worked, seeing his head fall back against the wall, his throat working as he choked back another sound.
The tension in him wound tighter and tighter until he finally reached his limit, his entire body shuddering as he called out my name, his release a hot contrast to the cooling water of the shower.
Afterward, he immediately pulled me back up to my feet, his face full of a frantic, tender worry as he used his hands to gently wipe my face. He looked like he was about to apologize, but I just leaned my forehead against his wet chest, listening to his heart thunder against his ribs. I offered him a small, tired smile, letting the steam wrap around us both.