°♡˖꒰Author's꒱˖♡° POV
Keifer lay pinned against the pillows, his large hands gripping the sheets so hard they threatened to tear. "Jay Jay, no," he groaned, his voice a ragged plea of logic against a sea of instinct. "The doctor... Mr.Millar said—"
"I don't care what the doctor said," she whispered, her eyes flashing with a fierce, adorable heat. She didn't just sit; she moved with a sudden, fiery confidence that left him breathless. "He doesn't know my heart, and he doesn't know how much I need you."
"You're going to regret this in the morning, you're already sore..." Keifer tried one last time to be the 'Cold Watson,' the responsible man, but his voice broke as she lowered herself onto him.
"I'll only regret it if you don't hold me," she countered, her stubbornness winning as it always did. She took the lead, shifting her weight with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Keifer's thoughts scatter like ash in the wind.
As she moved, the silence of the room was shattered by the softest, most heart-wrenching sounds.
"Ah... Keifer..." her voice trailed off into a shaky, high-pitched whimper. "mmh..."
Every time she dipped closer, her breath hitched, turning into a series of broken, airy moans. "—ah... ah..." She tilted her head back, her throat arching as she let out a long, fluttering moan.
Keifer's hands finally lost the battle. They flew to her waist, not to stop her, but to steady her as she rode the wave of her own defiance. He was a giant, a man of iron and ice, but under the weight of her petite frame and those desperate, sweet sounds"oh—!"he was nothing but hers.
"Jay—".
The rhythm of her movements grew more urgent, her stubborn fire burning through the last of his hesitation. "—Keifer...no... don't stop...me, please" she gasped, her moans becoming a rhythmic melody that filled his ears and drowned out the world.
"I love you jay".
She was the one in control, a tiny force of nature proving that no doctor's note could stand against a girl who had decided she belonged to the man she loved.
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An hours later, the storm of fire had finally settled into a quiet, heavy warmth. Jay Jay lay draped across Keifer's broad chest, her breathing shallow and jagged as she finally looked up, locking her gaze with his.
"I'm okay," she whispered, her voice breathless but steady with conviction.
Keifer, only twenty but feeling like he had aged a decade under her intensity, brushed a damp lock of hair from her forehead. "You're trembling, Jay Jay. You're sore—I can feel it. I should have been stronger. I should have forced you to listen to the doctor."
"I am sore," she admitted with a tiny, triumphant smile, though she didn't flinch. "But it's a good sore. It's a 'you-belong-to-me' kind of sore. The pain is gone, Keifer. All I feel is you."
She shifted slightly, a soft, involuntary hiss of breath escaping her lips"—ah..."before she settled back down, her stubborn eyes never leaving his.
"Listen to me, Cold Watson," she murmured, her voice turning into a sweet, playful threat. "You keep talking about 'protecting' me by staying away. But if you don't start taking the lead next time... if you try to pull that 'one-week' rule again..."
She reached up, her small fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm going to find those decorative handcuffs in the library. I'll pin your hands above your head and lock them to the bedpost. And then," she giggled softly, a sound that was both adorable and terrifyingly determined, "I'll do exactly what I want, and you won't even be allowed to touch me to help. I'll make you just watch while I take everything I want."
Keifer's heart thudded against his ribs. He was the most feared young man in the Watson family, but looking at this small, fierce girl, he knew he was completely outmatched.
"You're crazy," he breathed, his voice full of a reluctant, overwhelming love.
"I'm just a Mariano who knows what she wants," she chirped, kissing his nose before tucking her head under his chin. "Two days, Keifer. Or the handcuffs come out."
Keifer closed his eyes, his ears burning red as he pulled her closer, finally accepting that his life would never be quiet or "safe" again.
Keifer looked down at her, his heart a mess of guilt and adoration. Even though she was talking about handcuffs and defiance, he could see the slight wince in her eyes every time she moved.
"Okay, you win. You're the boss," Keifer whispered, his voice thick and tender. He gently placed his large hands on her hips, his touch as light as a feather. "But at least let me help you. Let me remove myself from you slowly, Jay Jay. If you try to jump off me with that stubborn energy, you're going to hurt yourself all over again, and I won't be able to live with myself."
He moved with agonizing slowness, his eyes locked on hers, guiding her down until she was safely tucked into the crook of his arm.
"Warm bath. Now," he commanded, though it was the softest command he had ever given.
He scooped her up, mindful of her soreness, and carried her into the en-suite bathroom. He prepped a warm soak, the steam filling the room, and stayed with her, helping her relax as the heat worked on her cramped muscles. He was the "Cold Watson" to the world, but here, he was just a twenty-year-old boy completely devoted to the girl who had claimed his soul.
He moved with a gentle touch, cleaning her skin with care to make her feel at ease. Between soft strokes, he massaged her tired muscles, his hands moving over her arms and legs. When he leaned in to plant a playful kiss on her chest, she couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.
Once she was dry and smelling like lavender and vanilla, he carried her back to the bed. Out of habit and her own stubborn comfort, Jay Jay pushed away the silk pajamas he offered. She didn't want fabric between them; she never did.
She crawled onto the bed, her skin pale against the dark sheets, and draped herself directly over his bare chest. She tucked her head right over his heart, her ear catching the steady, heavy thrum of his pulse.
"No clothes," she murmured sleepily, her eyes already fluttering shut. "I want to feel my heart beating against yours. It helps me heal faster."
Keifer let out a long, shaky breath, pulling the duvet over both of them. He wrapped his massive arms around her petite frame, holding her like the most precious thing he had ever stolen—or rather, the most precious gift he had ever been given.
She shed the restrictive lace of her lingerie, tossing it aside without a second thought. Sinking onto his chest, she clung to him like a koala, her limbs wrapping around him as her aches finally vanished. She let out a long, contented sigh. "Mmm,' she whispered, "you're so much warmer than my clothes."
"I love you, you stubborn little bird," he whispered into her hair.
"Two days, Keifer..." she mumbled into his skin, already drifting off. "Clock is... ticking..."
Keifer just closed his eyes and smiled, knowing he was in for a very long, very restless forty-eight hours.And just accepting my fate.