They reached for each other yet never quite touched because of similar dreadful history. They were a pair of abandoned apricots. Leftovers, spares, uneaten, untouched, unwanted. Not enough.
Too scared of abandonment, so instead, they made agreements...
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The door clicked softly, and Nea looked up just as Lando stepped into the room, his eyes lighting up the moment they met hers. Without a word, he crossed the room in a few long strides, pulling her to him and pressing his lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She responded immediately, her arms winding around his neck as the intensity of his kiss deepened, leaving her breathless.
In one smooth movement, Lando's hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped around him, and he carried her toward the bed. They collapsed onto it together, lips meeting again in a passionate kiss as his hands began to explore, trailing from her back down to her hips. His fingers found her skin. He mapped her curves with the familiar tenderness and fire that felt uniquely his.
They broke only briefly for air, and as their lips parted, Nea whispered, "Happy birthday," her words a breathy murmur against his lips. Lando paused for just a moment, feeling the smile that tugged at her lips, and then he dove back into the next kiss, his own smile warming against hers.
"I'm such a lucky bastard," he murmured between kisses. "So, how exactly did you plan on celebrating with me, Ms. Norris?" he teased, using the fake name.
Nea's fingers trailed along his jawline, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, I have a few ideas. But you'll have to be patient," she whispered, leaning back just enough to let her gaze sweep over him, savouring the way his hands roamed across her back as if they couldn't get enough.
"Patient?" He raised an eyebrow, pulling her closer. "You show up like this, then tell me I have to wait? That's not very fair, now, is it?" His voice was a soft growl, playful but with an edge of desire.
"Fair? Lando, since when did you care about fair?" Her fingers traced along his chest bone as she sat on his lap. She could feel his pulse quicken under her touch.
Lando let out a low laugh, one hand sliding up beneath her t-shirt as she shifted against him. "Good point. Guess I've always been a bit of a rule-breaker," he murmured, his voice rough but full of warmth as he leaned forward, catching her lips in another kiss, slower this time.
Nea's hands found the hem of his shirt, and with one swift motion, she lifted it over his head, tossing it aside. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under her touch as she looked up, her gaze meeting his.
He reached for her t-shirt next, his fingers curling around the fabric as he slid it upward, his movements unhurried, savouring every inch of her as it was revealed. When it finally slipped over her head, he paused for a second, his gaze trailing over her, an appreciative smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Perfect," he murmured, his voice low as he leaned forward again, his lips finding hers, each kiss deeper and more intense.
Her fingers slid down his back, tracing lines over his shoulders as she drew him closer, the warmth between them building as she helped him with the buckle of his belt, the soft jingle lost in the quiet hum of their breathing.
