Sofia stood in the kitchen with the movie still going in the background and the pot bubbling steadily on the stove and her mind sowhere between the ga and the food and the fact that Liam was sitting on the couch in his boxers looking at her.
’He’s staring,’ she thought, reaching for the pot handle. ’I can feel it. He’s absolutely staring and I’m standing here in a singlet and panties trying to act normal about all of this.’
She wrapped her hand around the pot handle.
"Ouch—"
The sound ca out before she could stop it, sharp and imdiate, and she pulled her hand back and shoved her finger into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly at the corners.
Footsteps behind her. Fast.
Liam was beside her before she had fully processed what had happened, his hand coming out and taking hers gently, turning it over so he could see.
"You okay?" he said. He was looking at her finger with the particular focus of soone who was actually checking rather than just asking.
"I’m fine," she said, her voice slightly muffled around her finger. "I wasn’t paying attention. It’s not that bad."
He kept looking at it.
The tip of her index finger, red from the contact with the hot tal. .
He didn’t let go of her hand.
"Wait here," he said.
He crossed the apartnt to the small cabinet near his bed and opened it and ca back with a small tube of cream, the kind that ca in first aid kits or mothers’ handbags, the kind that always seed to be exactly where it needed to be.
He tilted his head toward the couch.
She moved over and sat down.
He sat beside her and opened the tube and took her hand again, turning it palm up, her finger extended.
He applied the cream carefully, his thumb moving in small slow circles across the tip of her finger, working it in without pressing too hard.
"When I was learning to cook, I got burned too — a lot," he said, his eyes on her finger. "In the kitchen, with the stove, whatever. My mum used to put this exact stuff on it." He glanced up at her briefly. "Works every ti."
Sofia looked at him.
At his face, focused and close, the line of his jaw, the way he was holding her hand like it was sothing worth being careful with.
She didn’t say anything for a mont.
"Thank you," she said.
He looked up. "You’re welco." He capped the tube and set it on the coffee table. "There. Done."
He looked at her hand once more and then let it go.
"Okay," he said, standing. "Let dish the food. We can eat and—"
Her hand found his shirt where it was sitting on the arm of the couch and she grabbed it.
He stopped and looked down at her hand. Then at her.
"We haven’t finished the ga yet," she said.
He looked at his shirt in her hand for another second. Then he sat back down. "Alright."
She picked up the remote and unpaused it.
They settled back into the couch together, closer than they had been at the start of the night without either of them making a decision about it, her shoulder against his arm, the warmth of him steady beside her.
The movie kept going.
They kept playing.
Piece by piece, back and forth, the pile on the arm of the couch growing steadily without either of them comnting on it.
There was a rhythm to it now, comfortable and easy, no longer the loaded back and forth it had been at the beginning of the ga.
Just two people watching a movie and removing clothing like it was a completely reasonable way to spend an evening, which sohow, at this point in the night, it felt like it was.
Until it was just his boxers and her panties.
Sofia reached for the remote and paused it.
Liam looked at her.
She looked down at herself, one arm already coming up across her chest out of habit, and then looked at him.
Then at the pile of everything else on the arm of the couch. Then back at the frozen screen.
"We haven’t even finished the movie," she said, "and we’re already on our last thing." She said it with genuine disbelief, like she had not been present for every single step that had led here. "How did that happen so fast."
Liam looked at the pile of clothes.
Then at the screen. Then back at her with a completely straight face. "I’m going to guess the guy who suggested this ga to you knew exactly what he was doing when he suggested it."
She stared at him.
Then she laughed.
The real kind, the kind that ca out before you had ti to decide whether to let it, unguarded and sudden, and he was already grinning by the ti it ca fully out of her.
They sat there for a mont just laughing at the whole thing, at themselves, at how quickly the evening had arrived at this very specific and obvious destination.
She wiped the corner of her eye.
"Okay," she said, still smiling. "Let’s finish this."
He picked up the remote.
Ti stopped.
The movie froze mid fra. The apartnt went completely silent.
A notification appeared.
[Option 1: No, I’m getting really hungry so let’s just stop here for now. 7 Lust Points]
[Option 2: Alright, but you do know no one is allowed to wear anything back even as we eat. 20 Lust Points]
Liam stared at the options.
’I do need to eat,’ he thought. ’My body has been through actual things today and I need actual food and that is a real and legitimate need.’ He kept his gaze at the options before moving it to Sofia frozen beside him with her arm halfway across her chest and her cheeks already carrying a little color.
He sighed.
He picked Option 2.
Ti resud.
"Alright," he said. "But nobody puts anything back on. Not while we watch and not while we eat. Those are the rules."
Sofia turned and looked at him.
Her mouth opened.
She looked at him for another second like she was waiting for him to take it back or clarify that he was joking.
He did neither.
"Okay," she said. Her voice had gone slightly smaller than usual. Not unhappy. Just taking in the full weight of what she had just agreed to.
They turned back to the screen.
The movie ran.
They sat beside each other, her arm still loosely across her chest, him in his boxers, both of them watching with the kind of attention that was only partially about what was on the screen.
Four minutes into the movie again.
The balloon appeared on screen.
They both saw it at the exact sa ti.
She pointed. He pointed at the sa mont. Their eyes t.
"That’s it," Liam said.
She stared at the screen for a while before looking at liam.
Then at her own arm still pressed against her chest, which was now the only remaining item of cover between her and the full situation.
They both stood up.
They faced each other in the small space between the couch and the coffee table.
The movie was still running, the sound of it filling the room.
She had her arm across her chest and he was standing across from her in his boxers and they both knew what ca next and both knew the other one knew.
Liam reached for the waistband of his boxers.
She reached for the waistband of her panties.
They pulled them down at the sa ti and stepped out of them and stood there.
Sofia imdiately brought both arms up across her chest, one hand covering each side, her forearms pressed together, her cheeks going red in a way she had absolutely no control over.
She was standing in his apartnt with nothing on and her arms were doing a limited job and she was very aware of both of those facts simultaneously.
Liam was just standing there.
Not covering anything.
Hands loose at his sides, completely unbothered by his own nakedness in the straightforward way that so people were and so people absolutely were not.
And his dick.
His dick was fully hard and standing right there in her direct line of sight and she could not stop looking at it.
Ti stopped again.
A notification appeared again.
[Option 1: Let’s have more fun before we eat, don’t you think. 20 Lust Points]
[Option 2: Okay let’s go eat. 5 Lust Points]
He picked Option 1 before it had finished appearing.
Ti resud.
"Let’s have a little more fun before we eat," he said. "Don’t you think."
She looked at him.
Her arms had started drifting back up toward her chest and stopped halfway at the sound of his voice, hovering there.
"Do what exactly," she said.
"You know what I’m talking about," he said. He took one step toward her, closing most of the space between them. "And you picked this ga. Which ans you already knew where it was going."
She didn’t say anything to that because there was nothing to say to that that wasn’t an admission.
He closed the remaining distance and kissed her.
She kissed him back imdiately, her hands coming up and pressing flat against his chest.
He felt the warmth of her palms and kissed her deeper and she made a sound into his mouth, small and completely genuine, the kind of sound that ca out when you stopped managing yourself and just responded to what was actually happening.
They stood there in the middle of his apartnt, the movie still going behind them, the food sitting ready in the kitchen, her hands moving from his chest to his shoulders and his hands finding her waist, the warmth of her skin under his palms real and present and not sothing either of them was thinking past anymore.
He reached down and lifted one of her legs at the knee, raising it to his hip and holding it there.
His other hand moved between them and found himself and guided slowly toward her.
He pressed forward.
"Mm." The sound ca from her directly into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, her leg tightening around his hip as he entered her slowly.
’He’s not wrong,’ she thought, her eyes closing. ’I wanted this from the second I picked this ga. Before that even.’ She pressed herself closer, her chest against his, her nails pressing lightly into his shoulders. ’And now that it’s actually happening I’m so glad I knocked on his door.’
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