Romantic One Shots & Imagines

One Shot #60: Late Night Lessons II

     Ezekiel proved to be a fast learner. He was able to grasp almost every technique that Eve had taught him. She couldn't have been more proud as she sat on the deck, watching him swim his first full lap. After he reached the end of the pool, his head popped up above the water with pride. Like a child, he asked her if she had been watching him the whole time. She laughed and nodded. He loved making her laugh and he was proud of the fact that he was the only one that could make her do it so often. His eyes are locked on her as he swims the best he can in her direction. She watches him as he stops between her legs. She lets him stay there, waiting to see what he would do. He had the same idea, waiting...wondering. What would she think of him? Would she push him away? He wished desperately to be able to read her mind.

     Without words, she slid back down into the pool. With her back against the wall, she continued to watch him. They were only inches apart now. In contrast, she was able to read Ezekiel. He made it all too easy for her. The way his body froze instead of wading with the water. She recognized the familiar wave of anxiety behind his eyes that she'd seen in herself more often than she'd like to admit.

          She reached out her hand and grazed his cheek. "I know sometimes I seem off putting, but tonight I don't want to be that way with you." She reached up and kissed him.

     It quickly turned from sweet and innocent to intense and full of passion. He presses his body against hers to keep her steady as she wraps her legs around his waist. His hands slide around her thighs to harness her up. What she was keeping herself away from, she was now ready to accept from him.

     Between their heavy pants, Ezekiel hears a squeak near the door. He breaks away and looks over Eve's shoulder. She was too far gone in a haze of sexual frustration to hear what he heard. Eventually, she turns around to find the object of his gaze when he yells.

          "Who are you?" Ezekiel bellows. His eyes were a mix of anger and embarrassment. The man at the door continues to stand there, gaping at them, before speaking.

          "I'm just a custodian. I have to lock up the pool. It's midnight. The pool is closed now." The man stutters over his first sentence.

          "How long have you been standing there?" Ezekiel yells back. A wave of humiliation washes through Eve as she's never been caught doing anything like that before. She slipped from Ezekiel's grasp and swam toward the ladder. The custodian stared at her as she got out. "You haven't answered me!" His rage becoming more and more apparent.

          "I--I--I just got here." His eyes barely breaking away from Eve.

          "Let's go. Everyone's probably back from dinner by now anyway." Eve pleas with Ezekiel as she wraps a small towel around herself as conservatively as she can. Silently, he hops out the pool and does the same. He protectively puts his arm around her waist and pulls her close as they walk past the strange man. They both seem to let out a long and heavy breath after creating a good distance between him and themselves.

           He began speaking once they got on the elevator. "I'm sorry about that."

          "It's not your fault." She responded, keeping her eyes on the metal doors.

          "I'm sorry about him, but I'm sorry that you had to see me angry like that too."

          She shakes her head. "No, I understand. He shouldn't have been there like that." She figets, still feeling the strange man's eyes on her.

          "I guess I was just trying to protect you."

          She keeps her eyes on the doors. "I know." Her hand wanders until it finds his. "Thank you."

     They make it back onto their floor. Despite her and the girls' room being directly across the hall from his and the guys' room, he waits by her side until she unlocks the door. She calls out the names of the others, but no one replies. She walks in a little further to find an empty suite. She goes back into the hallway to find him still standing by the door. She looks down the hall before pulling him into the room. He looks at her with a confused face before she smashes her lips against his.

    She was excited to begin again all of the feelings that had been interrupted just a few minutes ago. He pulled her away from the wall and took her into the shower. The only time he tore his gaze away from her was to turn on the water. Eve laughed as she watched him fumble with the fancy hotel shower handles. She took his hand in hers and guided it to the right one. The water stalled at first, then burst out with a powerful pressure, whipping Ezekiel in the face. Eve laughed even harder as she lowered the shower head. She could tell that he was embarrassed, so she tried her best to stifle her giggles. She knew despite the wobbly start, that she wanted to finish what she had set out to accomplish. As she goes to caress his face, he grabs her hand and kisses her palm before placing her hand on his cheek.

     Steam was quickly filling the room. A mix of sweat and hot water dripped down their bodies. Eve was facing the tiled wall as Ezekiel was behind her. His hands slid from her waist to her hips then gripped her thighs. She moved her hair to the side to reveal the skin of her neck. He gently attacked the nape with his mouth. The touch of his lips and tongue gave her no choice but to bend his way.

     He turned her around and let his forehead rest on hers as their breaths began to slow back down. The once scorching water turned cooler and cooler against their skin. Still feeling the haze, Ezekiel left slow, almost sloppy, kisses on her. First, on her forehead, then on her nose, and lastly her lips.