In your arms

Chapter 17 : Judgement

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Ako and Rick lay intertwined in bed, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Ako blinked sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the warmth of the morning sun. "Is it morning already?" she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Rick let out a low groan, reluctant to move. "Really? I don't want to get up yet."

A playful smile curved Ako's lips as she noticed Rick's morning arousal pressing against her. "Well, something's up," she teased, her fingers tracing a lazy path over him.

Rick chuckled, the warmth of her touch sparking him fully awake. He reached around, his hand gently cupping her breasts, his fingers exploring with a deliberate, tender pressure. "Two can play at that game," he murmured, his voice husky with affection.

Ako's breath hitched as a soft moan escaped her lips. "Rick... that feels so good," she whispered, her body instinctively arching into his touch, craving more of his warmth.

Rick's lips found the back of her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Ako parted her legs without thinking, her pulse quickening as his hand traveled from her breasts down to her hips, the teasing brush of his fingers igniting sparks of anticipation deep within her.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing, the intimacy between them thick in the air. Ako closed her eyes, letting herself drown in the sensation, her mind hazy with desire. "Rick," she whispered his name like a prayer, the word trembling with need.

Rick responded with a gentle murmur of her name, his hand slipping lower until he found her warm, inviting entrance. He hesitated, savoring the connection between them, before guiding himself to her, his movements slow and tender. Each gentle thrust brought them closer, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

Ako's breath came in soft, shallow gasps as she pressed her hips back against him, her body welcoming him completely. She turned her head, her lips seeking his, and Rick leaned in, closing the distance. Their kiss was slow, deep, a perfect reflection of the way they fit together—two halves of a whole, lost in the moment.

The world outside faded away as they moved together, their connection deepening with every touch, every shared breath. Ako's heart swelled with emotion, her body trembling with the intensity of their bond. She knew, in this moment, that nothing else mattered but the two of them, here, now, together.

As their passion built, Ako whispered against his lips, "Rick, you make me feel... so alive."

Rick responded with a soft, tender kiss, his voice a hushed promise. "And I'll always be here, making sure you feel that way."

Their movements grew more urgent, the room filled with the sound of their shared pleasure. And as they reached the peak together, Ako's soft giggles mixed with Rick's low groans, a symphony of love and desire that echoed through the quiet morning.

Finally, as they lay together in the afterglow, Ako nestled closer, her heart still racing but her mind at peace. "You really are my everything," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and contentment.

Rick pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her close. "And you, Ako, are mine." 

Ako lay in Rick's arms, feeling his warmth. The world outside was beginning to stir, and with it came the reminder of what awaited her.

A knot tightened in her stomach as she thought about Anderson, the looming confrontation casting a shadow over her peaceful morning. She knew she couldn't avoid it forever, but the thought of facing him filled her with dread. Sensing her unease, Rick tightened his hold on her, his presence grounding her fears.