After The Storm

Whirlwind of Thoughts

Alexa stirred, the remnants of a dream filled with soft touches and stolen kisses lingering on her skin. A jolt ran through her as she realized where she was – tangled in Ammielle's arms, the events of last night crashing back in a wave of heat and confusion. She threw back her head, a groan escaping her lips that was half regret, half a suppressed giggle. Had that really happened? Lifting her head slightly, Alexa peeked down at herself, relief flooding her when she saw the familiar silk of her robe still intact.

A sheepish smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Despite the slight fear gnawing at her, Alexa couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her chest as she replayed the stolen moments. Ammielle had been everything she could have hoped for – tender, passionate, and surprisingly capable. Well except for last night's argument. A light, almost silent giggle escaped Alexa as she pictured Ammielle taking charge, a playful glint in those eyes that had sent shivers down her spine.

Just as Alexa carefully disentangled herself, ready to face the day and the undeniable consequences of her actions, Ammielle stirred. Alexa froze, suddenly aware of her precarious position. Little did Alexa know, a surprise was waiting for them.

Dan was enjoying a cup of coffee and a good view waiting for her daughter to wake up sprawled across the plush sofa, undeniably entangled with her supposed "fiancee."

"Never raised you to be such a sneak attack tiger," Dan thought to himself, a mixture of amusement settling in his gut. He knew these feelings were a possibility, with Alexa's growing closeness to Ammielle, but he hadn't quite anticipated witnessing it firsthand.

Just as Alexa tiptoed towards her room, Dan's voice boomed out, shattering the morning silence. "Tiger, I never thought I'd see you putting those combat skills to use on Ammielle."

Alexa froze. Groggy and terrified, she spun around to face her father, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Papa! What are you doing here?" she squeaked.

Dan raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Expecting to see you all tired and disheveled? Seems I was wrong." He couldn't resist teasing her a bit. Seeing his daughter flustered always brought a secret joy.

"It's not what you think, Pa," Alexa stammered, her cheeks burning.

Sensing the tension, Ammielle stirred, mumbling something about sleep. Alexa shot her a panicked glance, pleading Ammielle to wake up.

Ignoring his daughter's pleas, Dan decided to have some fun. "Hmm, this apartment has two bedrooms according to the blueprint," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement.

Alexa once again tried to wake Ammielle, shaking her carefully.

"Were the rooms occupied that you decided to make love in the living room?

Ammielle, finally registering Dan's presence, sat up abruptly, her face flushing the same shade of crimson as Alexa's. Fumbling with her clothes, she forced a smile. "Hi, Sir, good morning. What a surprise!"

Dan chuckled, thoroughly enjoying the show. "Good morning, Ammielle. The night must have been...exhausting," he said, his voice full of double meaning.

Ammielle, mortified but determined to maintain some composure, quickly straightened her clothes and hair. "It certainly was," she managed, casting a playful yet nervous glance at Alexa.

"Go fix yourselves," Dan commanded playfully. "And next time, use the room!" he continued, his tone a mix of teasing and fatherly advice.

They all shared a somewhat awkward breakfast. Dan, wanting to check on his daughter, used the opportunity to discuss various matters. "I've heard from Rafael that you've been working tirelessly on Michelle's requirements," he said, addressing Alexa with a note of concern.