Notes Between Seasons

Steam still curled thick in the air as they stepped out of the shower, towels wrapped loosely around them, skin still slick and glowing. He tugged the towel tighter around his waist, but she didn't bother with one letting hers fall to the floor with a laugh that was equal parts daring and breathless.

"Cold?" he asked, eyes dark and amused.

"Only for a second," she teased, stepping closer, toes grazing his.

He caught her wrist, tugging her toward the bedroom like she weighed nothing. "You've got me all wet."

"I'm glad." Her voice dropped, thick with promise.

The bed looked invitingly crisp, the sheets freshly changed and smooth beneath them, a perfect contrast to the tangled memories of the morning. She crawled onto it, watching him strip off the towel with deliberate slowness. The curve of his hips, the lean planes of his abs, the faint lines of muscle flexing under skin that still glistened with droplets. Her eyes traced every inch hunger and admiration both flickering in her gaze.

"Bet you're enjoying the view."

He smirked, sitting on the edge, fingertips brushing her bare legs. "Couldn't take my eyes off you either."

She shifted, arching slightly, offering herself without hesitation. "Well, then, don't stop."

His fingers trailed higher, tracing invisible paths that sent shivers shooting through her. Her breath hitched as he circled the sensitive spots, inside her thighs, the soft hollow behind her knees, before moving upward again.

"Like this," he murmured, lips close to her ear, "I could do this all day."

She pressed her palm against his cheek, fingers tangled in damp hair. "Maybe we should."

The air grew thick between them, words slowing as hands and mouths took over. Lips traced down her neck, over collarbone, teeth grazing skin just enough to tease, not bite.

She gasped when his hands finally cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over nipples that had hardened again in anticipation.

"Tell me," he whispered, voice rough, "what do you want next?"

She didn't hesitate. "You."

No more words needed.

He leaned in, mouth covering hers, tongue dancing with hers in a slow, demanding rhythm. She melted against him, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

Every touch was fire, every kiss a spark that lit the air between them. The world outside faded until there was only this skin on skin, heat and breath and whispered promises.

Minutes slipped by unnoticed, their own time looped in endless teasing and exploration. Then he pulled back slightly, eyes dark and intent.

"Getting dressed isn't really on the agenda, is it?"

She shook her head, voice husky. "Depends on your definition of 'getting dressed.'"

He laughed, low and delighted. "I'm all ears."

Her fingers slid down his chest, grazing over the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Maybe just a little"

"Stop," he said with a grin, catching her hand and pressing it flat against his skin. "We have to leave eventually."

She sighed dramatically but slid closer, resting her forehead against his. "I hate when you're right."

They lay back together, limbs tangled, the quiet hum of the city below their window barely reaching them.

"You think anyone's out there right now thinking about us?"

"Doubt it," he said. "But I'm glad you're thinking about me."

"Like a storm," she whispered. "Unpredictable and impossible to ignore."

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "I like that."

Her hand found his again. Fingers laced. "I like you."

His smile softened. "More than you know."

The room dimmed as afternoon light filtered through curtains, shadows dancing on skin still warm from the shower. They talked in whispers, laughter spilling between them, teasing words slipping into soft touches.

"I should probably do some work," she said, voice reluctant.

He groaned. "Work can wait."

She smiled, tracing circles on his chest. "Just for a little while."

"Good," he agreed. "Because I plan to keep distracting you."

She leaned up to kiss him a promise and a warning.

And neither of them wanted to be anywhere else.

They sank deeper into the mattress, the cool sheets contrasting with their still-warm skin. His fingers never stopped moving tracing the curve of her hip, flicking lightly over the small of her back, leaving a trail of heat. She wriggled under his touch, smiling when he bit back a grin.

"You're distracting me," she said, voice low, a mock scolding in her tone.

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I? That was the plan."

She shifted closer, breath feathering over his collarbone. "Well, you're succeeding."

"Good." His hand slid between them, fingertips brushing over the waistband of her shorts, teasing the bare skin beneath. "Because I don't plan to stop."

She caught his wrist, pressing her palm flat. "Patience."

He made a show of looking injured. "Patience? I thought we agreed I was a man of action."

"Sometimes patience is the sexiest thing a man can do."

He tilted his head, amused. "Is that so?"

She nodded solemnly. "Trust me. It builds anticipation."

"Okay," he said, eyes glittering with challenge. "Anticipation it is."

Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, the skin still damp from the shower, every nerve alive. "I like you like this relaxed but always ready to surprise me."

"Surprise is my specialty."

She smirked. "Is it? Then prove it."

Before he could answer, she slid her hand along his bare ribs, fingers tracing light, teasing patterns that made him shiver. He was caught off guard by the sudden touch but didn't pull away.

"Hmm," she murmured, lips brushing his skin, "You're all warmth and muscle."

He caught her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up. "You're a distraction, but I'll happily get lost."

She laughed softly, hands roaming, fingertips teasing. "Good."

He kissed her then slow, deep, the kind that steals breath and makes the world hush. When he pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded with want.

"So," he said with a sly grin, "are you going to make me wait for that surprise?"

"Maybe," she whispered. "Or maybe I'll be the one surprising you."

"Now that sounds interesting."

She leaned in close, her warm breath brushing his jaw as her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along his bare ribs. The lightest touch sent shivers racing through him, goosebumps rising on his skin. His breath hitched, caught between surprise and anticipation.

"You're so tense," she murmured, voice low and playful. "Trying to hold back, huh?"

He swallowed hard, eyes locked on hers. "Maybe a little."

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. She brushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear, fingers lingering on the warmth of his skin. "Good. I like it when you're a little vulnerable."

Her hands slid down slowly, fingers pressing just enough to tease, coaxing him closer. The soft heat of her palms contrasted with the cool air around them. He could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch.

Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes, she shifted, sliding her weight onto him in a slow, deliberate movement. Her body molded perfectly against his, warm and soft. Their breaths mingled, shallow and quick.

"Tell me if I'm too much," she whispered against his skin.

He caught her gaze, voice husky. "You could never be too much."

She smiled, lips grazing his neck, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through him.

"Good," she said, voice a sultry promise. "Because I'm just getting started."

"You're trouble," he breathed.

"And you love it."

Their laughter mingled, soft and intimate, before the teasing picked up again.

Her hands slipped beneath his waistband, fingers tracing slow circles against bare skin. The warmth of her touch melted away every ounce of restraint he had left. She pressed closer, hips moving with deliberate slowness, letting him feel every inch of her.

He groaned softly, fingers tangling in her hair as she leaned down, lips capturing his in a fierce, hungry kiss. Teeth and tongue played with his, breath hot and heavy, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

Her nails scraped gently along his chest, sending sparks racing through him. She pulled back just enough to whisper, "You like that?"

He nodded, voice rough. "More than anything."

She smiled wickedly, then shifted again, grinding softly against him, teasing, tasting the boundaries he tried to hold. His hands roamed freely now, mapping every curve, every dip, memorizing the heat beneath his palms.

Her breath hitched as she whispered against his ear, "You're mine, right? No backing out."

He captured her mouth again, sealing the promise with a kiss, hands tightening their grip. The world shrank until only the two of them remained burning, wanting, needing.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper something raw and urgent. "So, what's the plan now?" she asked, voice low and velvety.

He smirked, trailing his fingers lightly down her collarbone, then lower, teasing the bare skin where her shirt had just been. "The plan?" His voice was a rough whisper. "I thought the plan was to keep distracting each other."

She laughed softly, breath warm against his neck. "I could get used to this kind of distraction."

His hand slid under the curve of her hip, fingers curling with possessive warmth. "Then I guess we're both lucky."

Her lips found his again, slow and deliberate, each kiss a promise. She pushed against him gently, testing his resolve, feeling the tension coil in his muscles. "Are you sure you want to stop?"

He chuckled low, eyes darkening with desire. "I'm sure of a lot of things… but stopping isn't one of them."

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer. "Good."

They moved together seamlessly, a silent conversation of touches and whispered words. The afternoon light shifted, shadows dancing on skin that was flushed, electric.

She pressed a soft kiss just beneath his ear, then another trailing down to the hollow of his neck. His breath hitched, lips parting in a silent invitation.

He caught her hand, fingers threading with hers, the contact grounding and igniting all at once. "We could make this afternoon last forever," he murmured.

She smiled, her breath catching again. "I'd like that."

He dipped his head, lips brushing hers, teasing and exploring. "Then let's not waste any time."

The room was warm with shared heat and unspoken promises. They let the world outside fade, caught in the quiet storm of want and tenderness. where every touch was a question, every kiss an answer.

And neither wanted to say no.