Fate || BENNIFER

Bathroom Talk

Jennifer's P.O.V

Sitting on his lap and letting my body lean slightly on his chest, I kissed his cheek. The taste of his skin was enough to make my whole body tingle, and I moved my lips down, tracing the line of his jaw.

We were watching the kids play in the living room, just as we had imagined when we were younger. Max ran to us to show Ben one of his toys, and his interaction with him was the cutest. Marc was no longer around, so I was glad they had Ben, not to replace him, but to kind of fill that void.

It was a bad moment, but it was hard for us to control ourselves being so close. We had missed a whole decade and now all the feelings, the desire, and a stream of hormones out of control, were taking over us.

The kisses grew more urgent, as he placed his hand on the back of my head and wove his fingers through my hair, his other hand moved down to my waist. There is power in silence, and while we didn't say a word, we both knew we wanted each other.

"We should go have a little bathroom talk." He whispered in my ear.

"Bathroom talk?" I laughed.

He stood up, making me rise on my feet with him. I chuckled, and he grabbed my hand as he left a sweet kiss on my neck. We rushed upstairs while the kids were distracted enough not to realize our absence. We got in the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind us.

We were face to face. I smiled. He smiled back. My eyes moved to his lips and he mirrored. No words were spoken. Time stopped. My legs got weaker while I could only focus on his slow breathing, his chest swelling under my hands. But my breath was taken away the moment he spun me around, pressing my stomach slightly against the sink. He brushed my hair aside, revealing my neck and kissing it softly, over and over. I raised my arms in the air and he removed my white silk blouse with real hurry. But he took his time to kiss his way down my back, teasing me from my nape to my lower back.

We could see our reflection in the mirror. I tilted my head with pleasure, revealing a look of complete ecstasy in my eyes. He grinned at his accomplishment and continued to please with his soft lips.

Aching to feel his mouth against mine, I spun around to face him. The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked the wind out of my lungs. I hardly had a moment to react before he lifted me off my feet with firm hands and made me sit onto the sink. Our eyes locked for a moment, as my hands tangled on his back before embarking on the most passionate exchange of kissing and touching.

I pulled off his shirt, and I heard it meeting the floor. Unable to stand the distance between us any longer, I wrapped my legs around his waist, still feeling like he'd never be close enough. But I had him in my arms, his sculpted muscles, his soft skin, his hair. He slid his hands between my legs as his lips were on my neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to my earlobe, where I'd always been ticklish. I gasped as he touched me, so gently, so softly. I breathed into his lips as they parted from mine. He watched me squeeze my eyes shut as I clamped my thighs against his wrist and snapped my hips up. Exhaling loudly, I gripped his face with my hands. He stared deeply with lust in his eyes.

I unfastened his pants, but before I could pull them down, we were surprised by a posse of curious kids. We didn't hear their steps, and they didn't knock before opening the door we had forgotten to lock. We were forcefully brought to an immediate halt. We looked at each other still recovering from the surprise, and almost at the same time, we burst into laughter. If we learned anything from that situation, it is that we shouldn't underestimate our children.