Dancing with Time

Fade Into You

"What is the point of worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment." ― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day

The engagement party's buzz still hummed in their ears as Noah and Tori ascended to his penthouse. The city lights, a glittering backdrop, mirrored the anticipation sparking between them. Tori, usually brash, now exuded a sultry allure, her eyes dancing with mischief. Noah, ever the charmer, couldn't deny the thrill of her presence.

Their flirtation was a dance, playful yet charged. A brush of hands, a lingering gaze, a shared laugh that held a hint of something deeper. The penthouse, with its sleek lines and muted tones, became their stage.

A stolen glance turned into a stolen kiss, tentative at first, then erupting into a passionate embrace. Tori's fingers tangled in Noah's hair, his hands tracing the curves of her body. The world outside faded away, leaving only the heat of their desire.

Just as the moment threatened to consume them, Noah pulled back, his gaze intense. "You are never, ever allowed to talk to my friends rudely again. Especially Juliet - not that you will get an opportunity to hang out with my friends."

Tori, momentarily stunned, met his gaze with a defiant smirk. "We are friends with benefits - fuck buddies! You know what you got into with me, and I will not hesitate to end this because there are many other women to warm my bed." Noah's jaw tightened. 

"Okay, okay!" Tori's voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "Now, let me..." Her words trailed off as she sank to her knees, her fingers deftly undoing his zipper. Noah's resolve wavered, his body responding to her touch. He watched, mesmerized, as she took him in her mouth, her lips and tongue working their magic.

The penthouse filled with the sounds of their passion once more, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Boundaries blurred, rules forgotten, they lost themselves in the moment, their bodies entwined in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, and Keith's rich and sultry voice filled the quiet as he gently pulled Juliet close to him. "Love!" The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over them, making everything feel intimate and inviting. Juliet turned to face him, her heart fluttering wildly as she felt the rush of butterflies in her stomach. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable.

"I have a surprise for you," he murmured, his voice husky with anticipation. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her dress, tugging her closer until her body pressed against his. The warmth of his chest against hers sent electric shivers up her arm, and her heart raced, skipping a beat with every touch.

His hands cradled her face, tilting it so she looked up into his intense steel-grey eyes. They were darkened with desire, their gaze drifting slowly down to her lips. "Not tonight, Keith," Juliet said softly, trying to wriggle free from his embrace. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, her body craving rest after a long day.

"Unbutton me!" he commanded, his tone playful yet firm, with a hint of mischief.

Juliet raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his persistence. Hadn't he heard a word she said? She shook her head in disbelief, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips despite her fatigue. "You're impossible," she muttered, but she couldn't hide her smile as she began to work on his tie. Her slender fingers deftly untied the knot and slid it off his neck, letting it fall to the floor.