She straddled his lap and leaned in, kissing him before he could even say a word.
Ash blinked in surprise, his hands instinctively hovering in the air, unsure of where to place them.
"C-Cel—" he murmured between her kisses, voice trembling.
Her mouth moved with bold intent, her tongue teasing his, coaxing him deeper. Ash wanted to stop her—he really did. They were in public. This was risky, reckless… But the warmth of her, the fire behind her lips—it pulled him in.
His hands finally rested on her waist, and he could feel the heat rising to his face, not just from embarrassment, but from the overwhelming closeness.
Celeste broke the kiss for just a second to catch her breath, her eyes locking onto his with mischief. Her fingers traced down his chest slowly, feeling the tension beneath his shirt. Ash's heart pounded. His breathing hitched when her hand brushed near his belt, his nerves going haywire.
"C-Cel, wait…" he whispered. But his voice lacked strength—there was no conviction behind it.
Celeste only smiled. A knowing, playful smile. One hand still resting on his chest, the other slipped into her bag. From within, she pulled out a small silver packet.
Ash's eyes widened.
"W-Wait—where did you even—?"
"Your room," she replied simply, biting the edge of the wrapper with her teeth.
His face flushed red.
"C-Cel, we're in p-public—this is crazy…"
She kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Relax. I know you want this too."
Before he could argue, she was already guiding him, and all he could do was let out a choked breath.
"C-Cel…" he murmured, gripping the edge of the seat, "S-Someone might hear us."
"Then don't make a sound," she whispered against his ear, voice low and teasing, eyes burning with mischief.
The sound of the world outside faded as their stolen moment unfolded—rushed, breathless, and reckless in all the ways first love often is.
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Celeste kept moving gently against him, while Ash struggled to stay quiet.
"Ash—ugh…" she gasped softly, her breath hitching.
*Creak.
The sound of the restroom door opening made Ash freeze. His eyes widened in panic just as Celeste moved again.
Before she could let out a sound, Ash quickly covered her mouth with his hand.
"Mom! Brother stole my ice cream!" a small voice echoed inside the restroom.
"Huh? Me? Mom, it wasn't even hers in the first place!" came a boy's indignant response.
The faucet squeaked and water began to run.
Celeste looked up at Ash, her lips curled behind his hand. Even though he couldn't see the full smile, he could tell—she was enjoying this far too much. Meanwhile, he was a mess of nerves, holding his breath and trying not to move.
"Stop, you two. I'll just buy you both another ice cream," said a woman's tired voice.
Celeste suddenly shifted against him with more pressure, and Ash nearly let out a sound. He bit down on his lower lip, his head falling back slightly as he struggled to keep still.
She liked seeing him like this—so flustered, so tense—and it only made her want to tease him more.
Celeste leaned in and began moving again, slower but firmer, her breath warm against his neck. Ash clenched his jaw, still covering her mouth, but when she pressed down just right, his self-control cracked.
He bit her shoulder gently, muffling his own voice as she gasped into his palm.
"I want strawberry!" one kid shouted.
"I want pandan!" the other chimed in.
"Okay Okay, just wait—I'm still putting lipstick," the woman muttered, her voice echoing slightly.
Inside the stall, the world felt small and heated, filled with hushed breaths and reckless energy. Celeste kept moving, knowing exactly what she was doing. Ash, despite every ounce of reason screaming at him, couldn't stop her… and maybe, deep down, he didn't want to.
"Okay, let's go, kids," the woman said, followed by the sound of the restroom door creaking shut.
Silence fell.
And then—Celeste moved again, faster this time.
"C-Cel—Ah…" Ash gasped.
"Ngh—Ash…" she whispered back, her voice breathless.
"I-I'm almost—there," Ash murmured shakily, clinging to the last thread of his composure.
"No, Ash—Ah… n-not yet—"
But she didn't stop.
Her movements became quicker, more intense, until both of them were lost in it.
"A-Almost there—Ash—ngh…"
Moments passed in a blur of soft gasps and stifled moans until the tension finally broke—both of them trembling as they held each other in the quiet aftermath.
Ash's breath hitched as he slumped forward, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Ha… please… don't do that again," he whispered, face flushed and heart pounding.
Celeste looked at him, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"I won't…" she said sweetly, planting a kiss on his cheek, "unless I get turned on again."
"C-Cel…" Ash groaned softly, both embarrassed and helpless.
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The train rumbled softly beneath them, the city lights outside flickering past in a blur of gold and blue. Ash sat quietly by the window; his thoughts scattered like the lights beyond the glass.
Beside him, Celeste leaned on his shoulder—already fast asleep.
Her breathing was calm, steady. The warmth of her cheek against his arm made it harder for him to think clearly. He glanced down.
Even now… she looked so peaceful. Like nothing had happened.
Ash, on the other hand, was wide awake. His face was still flushed, ears burning. He couldn't believe what they had just done and in a public restroom, no less.
His eyes flicked to the other passengers. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice the way his legs still trembled slightly. He let out a slow breath.
Then, Celeste shifted in her sleep, curling closer to him. A small sound escaped her lips—barely audible.
Ash froze.
But she didn't wake. Her hand, resting on her lap, twitched slightly, and her brows relaxed again.
"…Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. "She can do that and then just fall asleep like this?"
Still, he didn't push her off.
In fact… he liked it.
Ash slowly leaned his head back against the window, letting her stay. His heartbeat was still faster than normal, but it was finally calming down.
As the train rolled on through the night, he allowed himself a small, helpless smile.
"…You're going to be the death of me, Cel."
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