"Maria," I said, my voice low, almost a breath, as I kept slowly walking toward her.
Each step felt longer than the last.
As if the space between us had stretched on purpose, teasing , testing my will.
The room was quiet, wrapped in soft shadows, and the only sound was my own breathing, uneven and careful.
Her face was blushing a little, a soft pink that stood out gently against her pale skin.
And she was sleeping on the bed in an inviting manner.
Her body relaxed, her posture open, as if she trusted the night itself.
The sheets were loose around her, and the moonlight slipped through the window, resting on her like a quiet promise.
I gulped as I walked closer to her, feeling my throat tighten for no clear reason other than the weight of the mont.
My heart beat louder the nearer I got, each pulse reminding that this was real, that she was there, and that I was not dreaming.
Climbing onto the bed slowly, careful not to disturb her sleep too much, I reached her.
The mattress dipped under my weight, and she shifted slightly, but her eyes stayed closed.
I could see her breathing, slow and calm, rising and falling in a steady rhythm that made my hands tremble even more.
My shaking hands slowly reached for her, hovering for a second as if asking permission from the air itself.
When I finally touched her, she jolted from my hot touch, her body reacting before her mind fully woke.
Her eyes fluttered open, wide at first, then softer as they t mine.
There was surprise there, yes, but also sothing else, sothing warm and unspoken.
Neither of us spoke.
Words felt too heavy, too loud for what was happening between us.
And so on, under the moonlight, two bodies were pulling back and forth.
There was no rush, no sharp movents, only a slow exchange of closeness, a gentle push and pull guided by feeling rather than thought.
The moon watched quietly, casting pale light over skin and shadow, making everything feel distant from the world outside that room.
Ti seed to stretch and bend, losing its aning as the night carried us forward together.
Every small movent felt important, every breath shared felt like a quiet agreent.
In that space, nothing else existed but the warmth between us and the steady rhythm we found together.
When morning finally ca, it did not rush in.
It arrived softly, light creeping in where the moon had been, replacing silver with gold.
The next day, I woke up energetically, my eyes opening wide as if my body itself was eager to greet the world.
After my first night with Maria, I felt newborn, as though sothing inside had reset, fresh and light.
There was a calm strength in my chest, a simple happiness that did not ask questions.
I turned my head and looked beside , and I saw her still asleep.
Her blonde hair was falling over her face, covering her eyes, ssy and natural in a way that made her look peaceful and real.
For a mont, I just watched her, taking in the quiet rise of her chest, the softness of her expression.
Carefully, so I would not wake her, I slowly pushed her hair aside.
My fingers brushed her skin, light and gentle.
I leaned down and kissed her cheeks, one soft kiss, then another, simple and full of aning.
She stirred slightly but did not wake, only sighed and turned her head a little.
I slowly pushed my legs out of the bed sheets, the cool air touching my skin and making shiver just a bit.
Sitting up, I paused, letting the feeling of the mont settle in .
Then my feet touched the floor, grounding , and I stood.
I walked toward the bathroom, my steps quiet, the house still asleep around .
The floor felt cool and solid beneath my feet, each step steady and sure.
The first thing I found when I opened the bathroom door was Tiamat standing there.
For a second, I thought I was still half asleep, that my mind was playing tricks on .
She stood straight, calm and composed, as if she had been there all along.
The light from the hallway frad her figure, making her presence feel sudden and real.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Tiamat, my voice carrying more surprise than anger.
Hearing my words, she bowed a little and said, "To help you to clean yourself, master."
Her tone was respectful, practiced, and steady, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
I shook my head at her without hesitation.
"No need," I said simply, and resud walking past her.
There was no anger in my voice, only certainty.
She did not argue or follow, only stepped aside, letting pass.
The bathroom was quiet again once I was inside, the door closing softly behind .
I opened the faucet, letting the cold water run between my fingers.
The sound of the water filled the room, clear and steady.
I splashed so on my face, and as I washed, my eyes slowly opened up fully, the last traces of sleep fading away.
The cold helped, sharp but refreshing, making feel awake and present.
Droplets ran down my skin and into the sink, carrying the quiet thoughts of the night with them.
After drying my face, I took a mont to look at myself in the mirror.
My expression was calm, my eyes clear.
There was a faint smile there that I did not try to hide.
I turned away, dressed in my clothes, each movent easy and unhurried.
The simple act of getting dressed felt different, lighter, as if the night before had changed the way I moved through even the smallest monts.
I left the bathroom and walked back toward the bed.
When I entered the room, I found Maria already awake.
She was sitting up, stretching her arms above her head, her hair falling freely around her shoulders now.
"Good morning," she said to , her voice warm and soft, still touched by sleep.
I nodded at her, eting her eyes.
"Good morning for you too," I replied.
The words were simple, but they carried everything I felt.
She smiled at that, a small, honest smile that made my chest feel full.
She then wore her clothes, moving easily around the room, and I waited, giving her space, watching quietly.
There was no rush between us, no need to fill the silence with noise.
When she was ready, we both made our way downstairs together, side by side, stepping into the day that waited for us below.
Reviews
All reviews (0)