𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒 | d.f. |

🌹 soraya25 🌹

and to that stupid feeling that happens whenever we touch or that dumb dream, nightmare shit that makes me all the more want to allow any of this to happen.

okay.

don't cap like you're not smiling on the opposite side of this shower curtain.

i'll kick you in the balls if even one pupil lays it's perception on my body. understand? i'm trusting you in this.

i promise i won't do anything you're uncomfortable with.

i wait, heart POUNDING.

i don't know why i'm so nervous.

a body is just a body. we have the same parts!

more or less.

i'll step in backwards if you want?

yes.

i take a gigantic breath, the water hitting my skin. i listen as dom steps inside.

i choose to sneak a peek of him making sure he's actually stepping in backwards. my eyes land on his bare back, and i fight the urge to look down.

i turn back to the water.

"i'm in!" he shouts.

"close your eyes!" i demand.

"they're closed," he says, a ton of amusement laced in his tone.

"why are we doing this?" i ask the air, shaking my head.

"i'm turning around."

"don't peek!" i rush out.

"i won't," he laughs.

"what are we doing?" i chuckle, rubbing my face in stress.

this is crazy.

can i have your hand?

i move my hand, pressing it against what i hope is the middle of his chest.

a surge of energy releases between us.

he runs his fingertips up my arm, stopping at the top of my back.

i try to control my breathing, pulses shooting through my body.

he lays his hands on my shoulders rubbing my arms before he steps closer, the magnetic pull that we have of each other increasing.

"is this okay?" he whispers into my ear suddenly with a raspy and sturdy weight in his voice.

my knees go weak for a small moment and i feel like i'm not going to have any strength to continue this.

i don't know what this is!

but i know that it doesn't feel wrong.

why doesn't any of this feel wrong?

i lay my head back against his chest, my breathing hitching as he gently strokes his fingertips across my stomach.

he's respectful.

he's not crossing any lines, and the ones that he is, i don't hate him for it.

i don't hate this.

i don't want to cross any lines.

his words swim in my head putting me into a trance.

this feels beyond what words can put together.

it's like we're in a free and safe space.

if you want me to stop-

"no!" i say, rather too quickly and with too much desperation.

i spin to face him; eyes closed, water hitting relentlessly against my back.

i lay my hand on his cheek, feeling his smooth cheek against my wet hand.

what are you doing to me dominic?

he melts into my touch.

i smile.

do we have the same effect on each other?

i rub my thumb along his dry lips, getting an insane thought.

you know i hate you right?

i can feel his cheek expand and i know he's smiling.

we both know that's not true.

i slide my hand to the back of his neck.

in this moment, fuck it.

he initiated all of this.

he made me feel this way.

i plant my wet lips onto his, he freezing and not reacting to me.

i pull away, opening my eyes.

"don't kick me in the balls," he warns and opens his eyes as well.

"you promised you wouldn't open your eyes," is all i can say as we just stare at each other.

"i need a re-do," he grins.

he grabs my cheek and the back of my neck, pulling me back into him, pushing his lips into mine once more.

everything he wants me to know is in this kiss.

but i don't know how to read it.

i don't want to.

he pulls away, a lingering feeling of dizziness and shock course through my head and being.

we look at each other again.

"dominic-" i start.

"don't," he whispers, setting his forehead on mine. "if things don't mean anything after this, i just want to enjoy the moment."

he wraps his arms around me, our bodies finally molding together.

enjoy the moment.