Tongue-Tied (Jamie x Reader)

13: Steam 😩🍵

(A/N: I SHALL MENTION THAT THERE IS SMUT LATER ON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. But if you waaaaaaanntt, my fellow Jamie simps, enjoyers, and enthusiasts, then get your snacks🍩🧋and some tea ☕️. Cuz it gets ✨steamy✨)

It had been two weeks since the sleepover and the street fight that [Name] got involved in with the man from Amnesia. As her business downstairs kept running, she stayed in her room, checking her complexion. Still rough with acne, but made... marked... by the 5 hickeys via Jamie. [Name] sighed and went to her bed, lying down. The ceiling still had a few cracks, but she'd called people to fix it earlier that week. But, something was building up inside of her. It was different from when they saw each other in the alleyway. It was different. It hit harder. "What's going on with my body... It wants something..." she thought.

Not food. Not a beverage. Something... different. It wasn't the desire for the adrenaline rush whenever she fought someone on the streets. Her panties felt moist. "What the hell's going on? I swear it's never been this intense," [Name] thought.

Was this normal for her body? It couldn't be her period. She hadn't seen any signs of blood. Besides, it happened last week! She got up and put on a Hawaiian flag tank top with black shorts, and flower tennis shoes, and she grabbed her bathing essentials. Her apartment room had no bathroom, which meant no showering or doing... private matters if people knew what she meant. "Not even a toilet was provided when this place was made. And if I'd bought a toilet, I would've needed pipework done, which could've pushed my business opening day farther back," [Name] thought.

She always had to use the restroom stalls in the restaurant, which wasn't to her delight. She preferred personal privacy, and hearing people on their phones making TikToks, calling, and taking selfies in the mirrors all aggravated her. [Name] walked out of the restaurant and to a local bathhouse across from a Chinese restaurant. It was the same one where she met Luke on her first few days in the city. She entered and could already feel the steam hitting her face and body like a semi-truck. "Excuse me?" [Name] asked.

The woman at the front looked at her. She had pretty black hair, and hazel eyes, and wore red lipstick. Her hair was perfectly straightened, and where her hair was parted, to the right side, framed her face perfectly. "Is there an available room for me to shower in? I don't have one where I live," [Name] said quietly.

"Why, yes. Right there," the woman said, pointing at a slightly opened door.

[Name] thanked her and went inside, closing the door behind her. The shower water was already running. She didn't mind it as she stripped, stepping into a pool that happened to be in the same room. "Damn. The rooms have almost everything—a pool to bathe in, a sauna over there, and a shower. And let's not forget the personal essentials in case someone forgot theirs at home or wherever," [Name] thought.

That's when the shower water stopped running. She exhaled and submerged herself underwater, letting her hair get wet. She had no clue that she had walked into an occupied room. When [Name] resurfaced, she moved her hair out of her face and sighed in relief. "You must be enjoying it in there, doll."

That voice. That pet name. [Name] turned to see Jamie, but he was... fully nude. His hair was wet and down, showing small bits of his undercut. Her face went red in embarrassment as she looked away immediately, yelling that he put something over his length. Jamie chuckled and put on jammers, getting into the pool with her. "Sorry about that, [Name]. I was just finishing up a shower."

"NO FUCKING SHIT, SHERLOCK!!"

He sighed and wrapped an arm around her, trying not to look at her body which was somewhat still submerged in the water. "You know... I've had some more... things going on in my mind. And I don't think they're... kid-friendly thoughts," Jamie said.