Elise had been restless all night. Her laughter lingered a little too long, her eyes darting to Remiri's lips when she thought she wouldn't notice. They sat on the edge of Remiri's bed, music humming low in the background, city lights spilling through the window. Remiri leaned back, her curls brushing the pillow, calm as ever, but she felt the shift in the air. Elise wasn't hiding it anymore.
When Elise leaned in, it wasn't shy—it was bold, a push of lips against Remiri's with a hunger that couldn't be mistaken. Remiri stilled, letting the kiss linger before pulling back just enough to whisper, "Are you sure about this? I don't let people step into my world unless they're ready. I won't let you regret this."
Elise's breath trembled against her skin, her almond eyes fierce in the dim light. "I won't regret it. I've wanted this—wanted you. Don't hold back."
That was all Remiri needed.
The kiss deepened, slow at first, then urgent. Elise tasted of wine and nerves, but Remiri steadied her, guiding the moment with patience and fire. Her hands traced the lines of Elise's jaw, then slid down, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. Elise moaned, the sound breaking the last of her hesitation.
Remiri kissed like she owned time itself—slow, teasing, then biting Elise's bottom lip just hard enough to make her gasp. She trailed kisses down Elise's neck, each one softer than the last until her teeth grazed her skin, leaving a mark that would be hard to hide. Elise's fingers tangled in Remiri's curls, pulling her closer, begging without words.
The room grew hot with their breaths, their bodies moving in rhythm as if they had been waiting years for this. Elise whispered her name between kisses, broken, desperate, and Remiri answered with her touch—firm, knowing, leaving Elise trembling. Her hands moved with precision, with care, sliding along curves, memorizing every reaction. And when her mouth followed, Elise's breath hitched, her body arching as if it had never been touched before.
Remiri made sure of it—every kiss, every bite, every movement was deliberate, reminding Elise that she was not a woman you forgot. She was a force, a fire. And as Elise gasped, lips swollen, body trembling, she clutched at Remiri's skin and whispered the truth.
"You were right. I'll never regret this."
Remiri smiled against her lips, dimples carving shadows in the dark. "Good," she murmured. "Because I don't do forgettable."