Lambrose?

Bathroom Mess

I walked toward Aunt Brank, who was holding a set of clothes in her hand.

Dumping them in my hands, she said, "A change of clothes for your suitor. Lillian, go give it to him."

Nevermind. I take that back. She is not helping me at all.

Sighing as I walk toward the bathroom, I wonder why I did not deny Aunt Brank's statement. Oh well. I arrived at the door and knocked.

A couple moments passed, along with shuffling coming from the inside, before Mr. Ambrose allowed me to come inside. Cautiously opening the door, I slipped inside with my eyes tightly shut and held the clothes close to my body.

"Mr. Linton, open your eyes." I heard from in front of me. Slowly, I opened them to the sight of Mr. Ambrose's bare back and water rolling off his damp hair. I raked my eyes up and down his backside before tearing away and started to bore holes in the ground.

What is wrong with you, today? Where is that feminist in you, Lilly? Earlier, letting that chauvinistic man help you and now?

You know why, Lilly, my inner thoughts expressed, You want to be wi-

"How did you know I had my eyes closed?" I asked, a bit too loudly, stopping my inner thoughts from going on further.

Silence.

"Fine then, how about the reason you were at my front door then?" I grumbled, still looking at the floor.

Silence.

Long, gentle fingers grasped my chin and pulled so that my face faced his.

"This is why." he said, his eyes darkening as he dipped his head down.

The next second, all I knew and could think of was, his lips on mine. Warm and soft. I wonder how I thought he was just a cold miser, when clearly his lips contradicted it so greatly. Somehow, I couldn't stop thinking that I felt this before, but soon all my attention was focused on the present.

I dropped the clothes onto the wet floor. Oh well, so much for a change of clothes. My hands reached up towards his head, pulling us closer together. Huh? Why was I doing this? Why was I consenting to a man to let him kiss me? As much as I wanted to push him away, I couldn't. He was bloody making me enjoy it!

A moan resonated and echoed around the bathroom. For a second, I thought there was a beast inside the room with us, until I realized that it came from my own throat. It was full of anger and annoyance, for making me like this kiss, and something else I couldn't describe.

His lips melted and molded against mine like it was meant to fit together. We broke apart to breathe only for our lips to collide once more.

For the next few seconds or hours- I really have no idea- we kissed like our life depended on it. Like feral animals. Like it was our last time we would ever see each other.

Only until I heard Anne and Maria bickering outside on who would 'the man' like better, did I stop and pushed him back. My eyes were wide and wild, looking everywhere but him. I picked up the clothes on the floor and shoved it in his direction. Then, I spun around and ran out, this time avoiding crashing into anyone.

I ran into my room, startling Ella, and dived under my covers. My face heated up and turned red like a radish, when my mind wandered back to what happened behind the bathroom door.

Groaning into my pillow, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen when I go to work the next day. I soon grew exhausted, thinking how to handle situations that my mind conjured up, and fell into a very restless sleep, full of dreams about what just happened.   

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Hey!! How was it? This was my first one-shot and first kiss scene so sorry if I messed it up... (๑•́ㅿ•̀๑) ᔆᵒʳʳᵞ

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I would also like to thank @RobThier for writing and sharing the amazing series "Storm and Silence" with us. 

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