MARCH 21TH 2022
📍SAKHIR, BAHRAIN
────────────────────────────────There was nothing graceful about the way the door of his room closed, the squeak it made echoing throughout the empty hallway; there was nothing elegant about the way the two bodies slowly sank onto the soft, plush carpet of his hotel room once they entered, their lips locking softly and lingering on each other for a moment. There was no elegance in the way their clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition as they fell to the ground and their movements grew impetuous and desperate and passionate, the kisses becoming faster and more urgent, the words exchanged becoming more incoherent, the sound of skin hitting skin getting louder and louder as the kisses grew deeper and wetter and darker until there wasn't anything left but the sounds of breath and moans filling the room.
Their hands moved across the other body, touching, stroking, and grabbing onto each other as if the only thing keeping them standing above the ground was the sheer desperation and passion that was fueling them. They tangled themselves together in an attempt to escape the unbearable pain coursing through their veins, desperately searching for release in the most unconventional of ways, hoping to numb their senses until they were unable to notice anything apart from each other. But there was no relief, no relief for either of them. Their minds, hearts, and souls were consumed by their desires; they needed, craved, and wanted to feel each other. His hands reached upwards, pushing her skirt higher up her legs, his palms caressing the bare skin beneath. Her fingers tangled themselves tightly in his hair, pulling him closer, pressing herself harder against him, her mouth pressed firmly against his as her hips moved against him.
"Do you trust me?" She breathed as she pulled away.
His eyes remained glued to hers while he responded: "Always."
Their mouths joined again as her fingers slowly found their way down his shirt, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons to reveal a small patch of tanned skin just below his collarbones. She felt herself grow bolder as her fingers worked their way under his shirt, feeling his smooth abs underneath the cotton fabric, tracing his abdomen up towards his shoulder blades. As they lay there, panting heavily and their hearts pounding, he lowered his mouth towards her neck, nipping and sucking lightly until she was moaning softly. He removed her dress slowly, taking his time, enjoying the way she shivered when his lips grazed across her skin, before finally placing a kiss against her lips. This was exactly how he had imagined it would happen, every single part of him wanting this night to last forever, and he had never felt more alive than at that very second, and he knew that she did as well. But for once, he didn't have to imagine anything because he lived with reality right in front of his eyes, there in his hotel room, both lying naked on the floor and him hovering above her, and he wasn't about to let that moment go without doing everything in his power to make her experience the same sensations that he was experiencing.
He lifted himself on his forearms, propping himself up on one elbow as he watched her struggling to lift herself, her chest heaving up and down wildly, her eyes shining with lust and love and desire, the sight intoxicating him to the core. She met his gaze with a look that almost knocked the breath away from his lungs, and he couldn't help but smile at her, leaning forward to capture her lips in a searing kiss. He gently nibbled her bottom lip, running his tongue along it slowly, tasting the saltiness of her perspiration mixed with the flavour of the champagne that she had drunk earlier on.
Their bodies began trembling as they fought for control, his hand finding its way between her thighs, sliding upwards, until his fingertips found their target, rubbing circles into the soft flesh until she arched her back in protest, gasping loudly as he slipped inside her, causing her nails to dig deep into his back. They broke their heated kiss, panting softly, as they stared into each others' eyes, both flushed bright red, their lips were swollen, their breathing shallow and laboured, as if they hadn't taken enough air in a while, yet both unwilling to move.
The following morning, Pierre watched as she rummaged around the room until she retrieved her purse, dug out her compact, and then turned to look at herself in the mirror, applying a little bit more makeup to cover the marks he'd made during their passionate making-out session. The dress she wore last night hung loosely around her frame and she looked perfect. It didn't surprise him, it really didn't, but he would never dare to admit it.
He sat upright in his bed and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. "Fucking hell..." he whispered as realisation kicked in.
"Are you okay?" It took him a couple of moments to realise she was addressing him. Who else could it be? He tilted his head and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"We just fucked," he stated bluntly. "You're telling me you are alright? I'm sure this counts as a hell of a screwup on both of our parts." He boosted Camille Sutton's ego a whole lot more, and he didn't think he liked that fact very much.
She shook her head vigorously as if trying to clear the fog from her brain before responding, "No, no, no," she paused, running her hands along the material of her dress once again, trying to work out what had happened in his hotel room last night, where everything had ended up going. After taking some time to process her surroundings, she turned around to face him again, a look of determination etched onto her features. "This didn't happen," she declared. "It didn't even happen once and we should have been fine. We can pretend like none of it ever happened."
"That may as well be true," he said, letting out a sigh before adding, "but I still remember it very clearly." A smug smirk played across his lips as he saw a mixture of confusion and frustration flicker in her eyes, before settling for anger. He could tell by the way she clenched her jaw that he had gone too far.
"Oh you do, huh?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. She tried to maintain composure and appear calm and composed in front of Pierre, even though he had somehow managed to ruin her perfectly good day. "Keep your memories to yourself then."
"It was a moment of weakness, Camille. We're all human beings, even you." He grinned, his tone playful and playful and mocking. He loved annoying her, and he was good at it. She narrowed her eyes and stared him in the eyes for another few moments, obviously thinking hard about whether or not she should say something, before ultimately deciding to ignore him instead and walking towards the door, leaving a pouty Pierre behind. The door slammed shut behind her. "See you later, Cam!" he called out sarcastically as he leaned back, staring up towards the ceiling, shaking his head, feeling the remnants of the excitement that he'd felt yesterday after seeing her.
He closed his eyes, smiling widely despite being alone in the room. And although he wished he could forget last night, he knew he never would. Because, in spite of how badly he wished it, he could no longer erase the images from his mind.
ೃ⁀➷ AUTHOR'S NOTE ⋆·˚ ༘ *
this is so unedited, oops. i feel embarrassed for uploading this chapter, because usually aquarius men are low-key bad at sex, so now i had to pretend it was actually good. anyway, this is why it's fiction.love always,
nina
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