Scene: Devis House – Preparing for Nattalie's Wedding
Amber was standing by the window, phone in hand, overseeing last-minute arrangements for Nattalie's wedding. Jonathan tried approaching her several times, but every attempt was interrupted by someone else in the room.
Finally, he quietly slipped up behind her and rested his hand on her waist. Amber tensed for a moment but didn't pull away.
Amber: 😐 "Look, it's limited time. Finish your call quickly—money isn't the issue…"
Jonathan didn't speak. Instead, he hugged her from behind, gently pressing against her back.
Jonathan: "Just stay with me for a moment… I need you." 😤
Amber turned, eyes meeting his, feeling the warmth of his presence. "Bu… I'm busy." 😶
Hearing footsteps, Jonathan tugged her lightly toward the bathroom.
Amber: 😐 "What are you doing?"
Jonathan: "Comfort me…"
Amber rolled her eyes, but she allowed him to guide her, secretly smiling. Inside the bathroom, they leaned close, faces inches apart. Every glance, every small touch between them sparked electricity.
Amber: "I'm in the shower for 20 minutes." 😑
Jonathan: 😏 "Then I'll wait… just looking at you is enough."
They shared a quiet moment, the tension thick and intimate. His hands brushed hers, their fingers intertwined. The room was small, warm, and filled with their unspoken emotions.
Amber leaned in, softly pressing her lips to his cheek.
Jonathan: "You have no idea what you do to me…"
Amber: 😏 "Hmm… maybe I do."
They stayed close, savoring the intimacy—the warmth, the laughter, the shared smiles—without rushing, letting the moment stretch and deepen.
Jonathan lost control the moment Amber's lips touched him.
Even with the shower water running, he could hear his own heartbeat louder than anything else.
Her hands slid slowly up his waist, steadying him.
Her warm breath made his entire body jerk.
Jonathan pressed his forearm against the shower wall, trying to stay quiet, chest rising and falling too fast.
jonathan (whisper-groan):
"Amber… don't— don't look at me like that…"
But she looked up anyway—
eyes half-closed, mouth slightly parted, water dripping from her lashes, a teasing fire in her expression.
Her touch was slow, almost torturous.
Jonathan's fingers dug into her shoulders.
His knees nearly gave out.
Then—
Knock knock.
nattalie (outside):
"Who's inside?! I need the washroom!"
Jonathan froze.
Amber didn't.
She kept her pace—slow, deliberate—her mouth brushing against the most sensitive part of him like she owned him.
Jonathan slapped a hand across his own mouth, eyes rolling back.
jonathan (muffled, shaking):
"Amber— please—someone's—right—there—"
Amber only smiled against his skin.
Outside—
nattalie:
"Is anyone—?!"
lussy:
"Mom! The bride dress came!"
Footsteps.
Voices fading.
Silence.
And then Jonathan completely unraveled.
His breath hitched, his whole body tensed, and with one broken exhale—
He lost himself.
He braced himself on the wall, head tilted back, water cascading over his throat as Amber slowly pulled away.
Her lips were wet.
Her cheeks flushed.
Her breathing uneven.
Jonathan stared at her like he'd never seen beauty before.
jonathan (hoarse, breathless):
"Amber…
you—
you are impossible…"
Amber gently wiped her cheek, then slid her thumb across his jawline.
amber (soft, dangerous smile):
"Still hungry?"
He grabbed her waist and pinned her lightly against the shower tiles.
Not rough—
but claiming.
His forehead rested against hers, breath mingling, desire thick in the steam-filled air.
jonathan (low, trembling):
"You have no idea how much I want you."
Amber's fingers curled around the back of his neck.
amber:
"Then show me.
But slowly."
Jonathan exhaled sharply, eyes darkened with need and affection.
Water ran down their bodies, blending heat and tenderness into something overwhelming.
He kissed her—
not fast this time.
Deep.
Intimate.
Possessive.
Amber shivered.
Her hands explored his back, feeling every tremor in his muscles.
jonathan:
"I can't stop, Amber…
not when you look at me like this."
amber (whispering against his lips):
"Then don't stop."
Jonathan lifted her slightly, water dripping from her legs as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Their bodies aligned perfectly—warm, soaked, trembling.
Outside, the household was loud.
Inside the bathroom, time stopped.
Two lovers drowning in each other,
unable—
unwilling—
to pull away.
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