Secret Desires

We kiss

\*\*My breath catches as Hodge moves closer, the mattress dipping under his weight. Time seems to stretch and blur as his face draws near mine, and then—\*\* \*\*Soft. Warm. The press of his lips against mine sends electricity sparking down my spine, chasing away some of the fuzzy edges of intoxication. My fingers find the front of his shirt, curling into the fabric as I pull him closer.\*\* \*A small sound escapes my throat—something between a sigh and a whimper—as I tilt my head, deepening the kiss. I taste mint and something faintly smoky, and it's better than any fantasy I've conjured alone in my bedroom.\* \*\*My free hand still clutches the toy, forgotten now as Hodge's presence overwhelms my senses. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing harder, and my blue eyes are wide, searching his face.\*\* "I've wanted that," \*I whisper, my voice husky and honest in a way the alcohol allows.\* "For so long, Hodge. You have no idea." \*\*My cheeks are flushed, braids mussed against the white pillowcase, and my petite frame gravitates toward his like a magnet finding true north.\*\* "Is this... is this okay? Us?" \*I trace a finger along his jawline, vulnerability flickering beneath my usual air of mystery.\* "Because I don't want to mess up what we have. But I also really, \*really\* don't want to stop."

You start to undress

\*\*My fingers tremble slightly as I sit up, maintaining eye contact with Hodge. The tequila courage mingles with genuine desire as I reach for the hem of my top.\*\* \*I pull the fabric slowly over my head, revealing a simple black bra against my pale skin. The cool hotel air raises goosebumps across my stomach, my petite frame exposed in the dim lamplight.\* "Don't just watch," \*I murmur, a nervous laugh escaping my lips as I toss the shirt aside.\* "It's making me feel all... observed." \*\*My braids fall forward over my shoulders as I fumble with the button of my jeans, wiggling slightly to shimmy them down my hips. The movement is clumsy, more drunk girl than seductress, but I don't care anymore.\*\* \*I'm left in just my underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed, blue eyes finding his through the haze. My chest rises and falls with quickened breaths, anticipation and vulnerability warring on my features.\* "I've imagined this so many times," \*I confess quietly, reaching out to tug at his shirt.\* "Usually it's just me and my toys and thoughts of you. But this..." \*\*I bite my lower lip, a flush creeping down my neck to my chest.\*\* "This is so much better than imagining." \*The forgotten vibrator rests on the nightstand now, a silent promise of adventures yet to come.\*

You get on your knees and suck my cock

\*\*My heart pounds as I slide off the bed, knees meeting the thin hotel carpet. I look up at Hodge through my lashes, blue eyes hazy with want and tequila as my fingers work at his belt buckle.\*\* "Been thinking about this too," \*I breathe, finally freeing him from his jeans.\* "Every time I'm alone with my videos... it's always you I picture." \*\*I wrap my small hand around his hardening length, marveling at the weight of him. So different from the toys in my collection. Real. Warm. \*His.\*\*\* \*I press a tentative kiss to the tip, tasting him, savoring the moment I've fantasized about countless times. Then my lips part, taking him into my mouth slowly, my tongue swirling experimentally.\* \*\*A muffled moan vibrates against him as I find a rhythm, my braids swaying with each movement. My free hand grips his thigh for balance, nails digging in slightly.\*\* \*I pull back, a string of saliva connecting us, and look up with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.\* "Tell me if I'm doing it right," \*I whisper, vulnerability cutting through my usual mystery.\* "I've only ever... practiced on other things." \*\*Without waiting for an answer, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, losing myself in the act I've dreamed about for so long.\*\*

You lie down on the bed naked

\*\*I pull away slowly, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as I rise on unsteady legs. My fingers find the clasp of my bra, unhooking it and letting it fall to the floor.\*\* \*My small breasts are exposed now, nipples hardened from the cool air and arousal. I hook my thumbs into my panties, sliding them down my hips, stepping out of them with a wobble.\* \*\*Completely bare, I crawl onto the bed, settling back against the pillows. My braids frame my face as I spread myself out on the crisp white sheets, pale skin contrasting sharply against the fabric.\*\* "God, I feel so exposed," \*I breathe, a nervous giggle escaping.\* "But also... I don't want to hide. Not from you." \*\*My thighs part slightly, revealing the slick evidence of my arousal. One hand drifts down my stomach, fingers tracing idle patterns across my hip bone as I watch Hodge with heavy-lidded blue eyes.\*\* "I touch myself thinking about you," \*I confess, voice barely above a whisper.\* "Almost every night. Wondering what your hands would feel like instead of mine. What you'd do if you could see me like this." \*\*My back arches slightly, anticipation making my breath come in short gasps.\*\* "Now you can see everything, Hodge. What are you gonna do about it?"

I finger your pussy

\*\*A sharp gasp tears from my throat as his fingers make contact, my hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. So different from my own touch—rougher, bigger, \*better.\*\*\* "Oh god," \*I whimper, my head pressing back into the pillow.\* "Hodge..." \*\*My thighs tremble as he explores me, wetness coating his fingers as they slide through my folds. When he pushes inside, my walls clench around him, desperate and greedy.\*\* \*My braids twist against the sheets as I writhe, small breathy moans escaping with each stroke. One hand fists the bedding while the other reaches up to grip his arm, feeling the muscles work beneath his skin.\* "Right there," \*I pant, blue eyes fluttering shut.\* "Please, don't stop..." \*\*My petite body arches off the mattress, chasing his touch. The alcohol has faded to background noise now, replaced entirely by the overwhelming sensation of his fingers curling inside me.\*\* \*I'm already embarrassingly close—months of fantasizing about this exact scenario have primed me. My inner walls flutter around him, a warning of what's building.\* "I'm— Hodge, I'm gonna—" \*My voice breaks into a moan, thighs clamping around his hand as tension coils tight in my belly.\* \*\*My free hand finds my breast, pinching my nipple as I chase the release I've only ever given myself before.\*\*

I lick your pussy

\*\*The moment his tongue touches me, my entire body seizes like I've been electrified. My hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling desperately in the strands as a broken sob of pleasure rips from my chest.\*\* "Oh my god— \*oh my god\*—" \*\*My thighs clamp around his head instinctively, heels digging into his back. The wet heat of his mouth against my most sensitive place sends shockwaves through my petite frame, making me tremble uncontrollably.\*\* \*I've watched this in countless videos, imagined it while my vibrator buzzed against me, but nothing—\*nothing\*—prepared me for the reality. The softness of his tongue, the slight scratch of stubble against my inner thighs, the obscene wet sounds filling the hotel room.\* "Hodge, I can't— it's too much—" \*I babble incoherently, hips bucking against his face despite my protests.\* "Don't stop, please don't ever stop—" \*\*My braids are a tangled mess against the pillows now, sweat beading on my pale skin. I look down at him between my thighs, blue eyes wild and desperate, and the sight alone nearly pushes me over the edge.\*\* \*My walls clench around nothing, aching to be filled as his tongue works me toward oblivion.\* "I'm gonna cum," \*I warn, voice cracking.\* "Hodge, I'm— \*fuck\*—"

I fuck you in missionary position

\*\*The feeling of him pressing against my entrance makes me hold my breath, fingers digging into his shoulders. When he pushes inside, a long, shuddering moan spills from my lips as my body stretches to accommodate him.\*\* "\*Oh\*..." \*The sound is somewhere between a gasp and a prayer.\* "You're... you feel so..." \*\*My walls grip him tight, velvet heat welcoming him deeper with each slow thrust. So different from silicone and plastic—he's warm and thick and \*alive\* inside me, pulse thrumming against my most intimate places.\*\* \*I wrap my legs around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back, pulling him impossibly closer. My braids splay across the white pillows as I arch beneath him, small breasts pressing against his chest.\* "Harder," \*I beg, nails raking down his back.\* "I've waited so long for this—I need to \*feel\* you—" \*\*Each thrust drives a breathy moan from my throat, the headboard beginning to tap rhythmically against the wall. My blue eyes lock onto his, glassy with pleasure and something deeper—something I've hidden behind my mysterious facade for months.\*\* \*My pussy clenches around him greedily, already fluttering toward climax. One hand slips between our bodies, fingers finding my clit to rub desperate circles.\* "You feel better than any fantasy," \*I confess breathlessly.\* "Better than any toy..."

I turn you over and fuck you doggy style

\*\*A surprised yelp escapes me as he pulls out and flips me over, my alcohol-loosened body offering no resistance. I scramble onto my hands and knees, braids tumbling forward as I arch my back instinctively, presenting myself to him.\*\* "Yes, like this," \*I moan, pressing my ass back toward him.\* "I've watched so many videos like this, always wishing it was you behind me..." \*\*When he enters me again, the angle is devastating. Deeper. Fuller. I cry out, fists bunching in the sheets as my arms threaten to give out.\*\* \*My petite frame rocks forward with each powerful thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the hotel room alongside my desperate whimpers.\* "Fuck, fuck, \*fuck\*—" \*The words become a chant, punctuated by gasps.\* \*\*I drop to my elbows, face buried in the pillow, muffling my increasingly loud moans. My back curves obscenely, offering him a better angle that hits spots I didn't know existed.\*\* \*One hand snakes beneath me again, fingers working my swollen clit frantically as I feel the pressure building to a breaking point.\* "Pull my hair," \*I beg, voice muffled against the pillow.\* "Please, Hodge—I want you to use me—" \*\*My walls squeeze him rhythmically, my whole body trembling on the edge of release.\*\*

I cum on your back

\*\*I feel him pull out suddenly, the emptiness making me whine with protest. Then the hot splash of his release hits my lower back, and a shuddering moan tears from my throat.\*\* "Oh god, yes—" \*I gasp, my own fingers working furiously at my clit as I feel his cum painting my skin in warm streaks.\* \*\*The sensation pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my whole body convulsing as I cry out into the pillow. My walls clench around nothing, desperate and aching, as pleasure pulses through every nerve ending.\*\* \*I collapse forward onto my stomach, trembling and panting, his release cooling on the curve of my spine. My braids are a sweaty, tangled mess, and I can barely catch my breath.\* "Holy shit," \*I manage weakly, turning my head to look back at him with dazed blue eyes.\* "That was... I..." \*\*A breathless laugh escapes me, giddy and overwhelmed.\*\* \*I reach back, trailing my fingers through the mess on my skin, bringing them to my lips with a curious expression. My tongue darts out to taste.\* "Better than anything I ever imagined alone in my room," \*I murmur, a satisfied smile curving my swollen lips.\* "We should've done this ages ago, Hodge."

You ride my dick

\*\*I push myself up on shaky arms, turning to face him with a mischievous glint returning to my hazy blue eyes. Despite the mess still cooling on my back, hunger stirs in me again.\*\* "Already hard again?" \*I breathe, crawling toward him.\* "Good. I'm not done with you yet." \*\*I push him onto his back, straddling his hips with my petite frame. My braids hang down, tickling his chest as I position myself above him, one hand guiding his cock to my entrance.\*\* \*Slowly, torturously, I sink down onto him. A long, drawn-out moan escapes my parted lips as he fills me completely from this new angle.\* "Oh \*fuck\*," \*I whimper, hands bracing against his chest.\* "So deep like this..." \*\*I start to move, rolling my hips experimentally at first, finding my rhythm. My small breasts bounce with each motion as I ride him, head thrown back in ecstasy.\*\* \*My thighs burn from the effort, but I don't care. I've fantasized about being on top, being in control, taking what I want—and now I finally am.\* "Watch me," \*I demand breathlessly, blue eyes finding his.\* "Watch me fuck myself on your cock like I've dreamed about..." \*\*My pace quickens, desperate and needy, chasing another release.\*\*

You straddle me in reverse cowgirl position

\*\*I lift myself off him with a wet sound, spinning around on trembling thighs. My back faces him now as I reach between my legs to guide him back inside, sinking down with a guttural moan.\*\* "This is— \*oh god\*—" \*I gasp, the angle hitting entirely new places.\* \*\*My braids cascade down my back as I start to move, giving him a perfect view of where our bodies connect. My ass bounces against his hips with each roll, the obscene slapping sound filling the room.\*\* \*I grip his thighs for leverage, nails digging into his skin as I fuck myself on him with desperate abandon. The mess he left on my back glistens in the dim lamplight.\* "You can see everything from there, can't you?" \*I pant, looking back over my shoulder with flushed cheeks.\* "Watch me take you..." \*\*My walls squeeze him tight with each downward thrust, my petite body working overtime to milk every sensation from this position. I reach for the vibrator on the nightstand, clicking it on and pressing it against my clit.\*\* \*The added stimulation makes me cry out, my rhythm faltering as pleasure overwhelms me.\* "Grab my hips," \*I beg breathlessly.\* "Help me— I want you to make me cum again while I ride you—"

You orgasm and squirt on my dick

\*\*The vibrator buzzes relentlessly against my clit as his hands grip my hips, fingers digging in bruisingly tight. He starts thrusting up into me, controlling the pace, and I lose all coherent thought.\*\* "I'm— I can't— \*Hodge\*—" \*My words dissolve into broken moans, head falling forward as the pressure builds impossibly higher.\* \*\*Everything tightens at once. My toes curl, my back arches, my walls clamp down on him like a vice. Then I shatter.\*\* \*A scream rips from my throat as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes through me. My pussy spasms violently around his cock, and suddenly I feel a rush of wetness gushing out of me, soaking him, soaking the sheets beneath us.\* "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm squirting—" \*I sob, unable to stop the flood even as embarrassment tries to cut through the pleasure.\* \*\*Then I feel him swell inside me, his cock pulsing as he empties himself deep in my clenching pussy. The warmth of his cum flooding my insides prolongs my orgasm, wave after wave crashing through my trembling body.\*\* \*I collapse backward against his chest, vibrator falling forgotten to the mattress, both of us panting and drenched.\* "I didn't... I've never done that before," \*I whisper shakily, still twitching around him.\* "You made me..."

We slowly wake up in bed the next morning and cuddle naked

\*\*Soft morning light filters through the thin hotel curtains, pulling me reluctantly from the deepest sleep I've had in months. My head throbs dully—tequila's revenge—but the warmth surrounding me makes it bearable.\*\* \*I'm tangled around Hodge, our bare legs intertwined, my cheek still pressed against his chest. At some point during the night, he'd pulled the covers over us, cocooning us in a nest of white sheets.\* \*\*I stir slowly, stretching like a cat, my petite body sliding against his. The movement reminds me of exactly how sore I am in certain places, and fragmented memories of last night flood back.\*\* "Mmm," \*I hum softly, not opening my eyes yet.\* "Please tell me last night actually happened and I didn't just have the most vivid dream of my life." \*\*My fingers trace up his side lazily, relearning the terrain I explored so thoroughly hours before. I finally peek up at him through messy braids, blue eyes soft and sleepy.\*\* \*A shy smile curves my lips—so different from my usual mysterious smirk.\* "Morning," \*I whisper, pressing closer and hiding my face against his neck.\* "How's your... um... how are you feeling? About everything?" \*\*My heart hammers nervously despite our intimate position, last night's liquid courage long gone.\*\*

You give me a blowjob

\*\*My nervousness melts away as his hand finds my hair, fingers combing gently through the tangled braids. I take his response—or lack of protest—as invitation.\*\* \*I press a soft kiss to his collarbone, then another lower on his chest, slowly trailing down beneath the sheets.\* "Let me wake you up properly," \*I murmur against his stomach, my morning voice husky and low.\* \*\*My fingers trace down his hip, finding him already half-hard beneath the covers. A sleepy smile spreads across my face as I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly.\*\* \*I disappear fully under the white sheets, a tent forming as I position myself between his thighs. My breath ghosts warm over his length before my lips find the tip.\* "Mmm," \*I hum appreciatively, tongue swirling lazily.\* \*\*Without the frantic desperation of last night, I take my time. Slow, languid licks along his shaft. Soft kisses pressed to the sensitive underside. My hand works what my mouth doesn't cover.\*\* \*I take him deeper, cheeks hollowing as I bob my head in an unhurried rhythm. The sheets muffle my quiet moans of enjoyment, vibrating against him.\* \*\*One hand cups his balls gently, rolling them as my tongue does wicked things.\*\* "I could get used to this," \*I whisper, pulling back briefly.\* "Waking up with you..."

I cum on your face

\*\*I feel him swell in my mouth, the telltale throb warning me of what's coming. I pull back just in time, lips parted and eyes closed as I angle my face upward.\*\* \*The first hot rope lands across my cheek, making me gasp. More follows—striping my nose, my lips, catching in my eyelashes and dripping down my chin.\* "Oh fuck," \*I breathe, tongue darting out to lick what landed near my mouth.\* "There's so much..." \*\*I emerge from beneath the sheets slowly, a debauched mess with cum glistening on my flushed face. My blue eyes flutter open carefully, one still half-closed from the sticky evidence of his release.\*\* \*A giddy, breathless laugh escapes me as I look at him, completely shameless despite the state I'm in.\* "You really marked me up," \*I murmur, swiping a finger through the mess on my cheek and bringing it to my lips.\* "Taste even better in the morning." \*\*My braids are wild, my face is covered, and I've never felt more satisfied. I crawl up his body slowly, careful not to drip on the sheets—though they're already ruined.\*\* "Bathroom?" \*I ask with a sleepy, cum-splattered grin.\* "Pretty sure I need a shower. Maybe you should join me..."

We get dressed and go out to a diner for breakfast.

\*\*I finally peel myself away from him, padding naked to the bathroom to wash my face. The mirror reveals the full extent of last night—faint marks on my neck, swollen lips, thoroughly disheveled braids.\*\* \*I can't help but smile at my reflection.\* \*\*Twenty minutes later, I've managed to tame my hair into a messy bun and thrown on yesterday's clothes—jeans and a soft t-shirt that smells faintly of tequila and sin.\*\* "Ready," \*I announce, slipping my feet into worn sneakers.\* \--- \*The diner is a classic roadside spot, all red vinyl booths and the smell of bacon grease. A tired waitress pours us coffee without asking as we slide into a corner booth.\* \*\*I wrap my hands around the warm mug, peering at Hodge over the rim with shy blue eyes. In the harsh daylight, without alcohol or arousal to hide behind, I feel strangely exposed.\*\* "So..." \*I start, stirring in too much sugar.\* "Last night happened." \*\*A nervous laugh escapes me as I glance down at the sticky laminated menu.\*\* "I don't regret it," \*I add quickly, quietly.\* "Any of it. I just... I don't know what we are now. What you want us to be." \*I bite my lip, vulnerability cracking through my usual mystery.\* "What \*do\* you want, Hodge?"

You change into an elegant dress and we go to a fancy restaurant for dinner

\*\*Hours later, I stand in front of the hotel mirror, barely recognizing myself. The elegant black dress hugs my petite frame perfectly—a plunging neckline, thin straps, the silky fabric ending just above my knees.\*\* \*I've let my braids down, waves cascading over my bare shoulders. A touch of mascara makes my blue eyes pop, and borrowed red lipstick stains my lips.\* "Holy shit," \*I whisper to my reflection, smoothing the fabric nervously.\* "I clean up okay, I guess." \--- \*\*The restaurant is nothing like the greasy diner from this morning. Crystal chandeliers. White tablecloths. Soft piano music drifting from somewhere unseen. I feel completely out of my element—the unemployed girl who usually watches porn in sweatpants, now sipping expensive wine across from Hodge.\*\* \*Candlelight flickers between us, casting warm shadows across the table.\* "This is insane," \*I murmur, glancing around at the other well-dressed couples.\* "I've never been anywhere like this. You didn't have to—" \*\*I trail off, fidgeting with my napkin. My foot finds his under the table, the touch grounding me.\*\* "You look really handsome, by the way," \*I add softly, a genuine smile replacing my nervous energy.\* "Like, \*stupid\* handsome. I keep waiting to wake up from this whole thing." \*I take a long sip of wine, cheeks flushing.\*

We take a stroll by a river in the city at night and you’re in a sexy dress.

\*\*The night air is cool against my bare skin as we leave the restaurant, a slight breeze playing with the hem of my dress. I've changed again—this one is shorter, tighter, a deep burgundy number that leaves little to imagination.\*\* \*The thin straps keep slipping off my shoulders, and I've given up fixing them.\* \*\*City lights reflect off the dark water as we walk along the river, our footsteps echoing on the cobblestone path. I slip my hand into his, fingers intertwining naturally now.\*\* "It's beautiful here," \*I breathe, looking out at the shimmering skyline.\* "Like something out of a movie." \*My heels click softly as I lean into him, the wine from dinner making me warm and loose. The dress rides up slightly with each step, drawing glances from passersby that I pretend not to notice.\* \*\*We pause at a railing overlooking the water. I rest my elbows on it, leaning forward in a way that makes the burgundy fabric stretch dangerously across my curves.\*\* "Twenty-four hours ago I was your drunk best friend making bad decisions," \*I murmur, turning to look at him with soft blue eyes.\* "Now I'm..." \*I trail off, stepping closer, my body pressing against his in the moonlight.\* "What am I now, Hodge?"

We talk at a trendy cafe while drinking coffee and you’re dressed in a comfy sweater

\*\*The next morning finds us tucked into a corner booth at a trendy café—exposed brick walls, indie music playing softly, the hiss of espresso machines punctuating quiet conversations.\*\* \*I've traded last night's sexy dress for an oversized cream sweater that falls off one shoulder, sleeves bunched around my hands as I cradle a steaming latte. My braids are back, loose and messy, and my face is scrubbed clean of makeup.\* \*\*This is the real me. Not the mysterious party girl or the dressed-up dinner date. Just Mikasa in cozy clothes, nursing a caffeine addiction.\*\* "I like this," \*I admit quietly, blowing on my coffee.\* "The fancy stuff was amazing, but... this feels more us, you know?" \*I tuck my legs underneath me on the booth seat, sweater riding up to reveal bare thighs in tiny shorts.\* \*\*My blue eyes study him over the rim of my cup—soft, curious, still holding that hint of mystery that I can't quite shake.\*\* "So what happens when we go home?" \*I ask, tracing patterns in the foam.\* "Back to normal life? You pretending you haven't seen me... \*like that\*... while we hang out and watch movies?" \*A small smirk tugs at my lips.\* "Because I don't think I can go back to just fantasizing anymore."

We lay on the beach and you’re wearing a bikini

\*\*The sand is warm beneath my towel as I stretch out, letting the sun kiss every inch of exposed skin. My bikini is simple—black triangles held together by thin strings, leaving most of my petite frame bare.\*\* \*I adjust my sunglasses, tilting my head to watch Hodge beside me.\* \*\*Saltwater has loosened my braids into wavy tendrils that spread across the towel. Tiny grains of sand cling to my damp skin, glittering in the afternoon light.\*\* "This is perfect," \*I sigh contentedly, rolling onto my stomach. The bikini bottoms ride up, showing off the curve of my ass as I prop my chin on folded arms.\* "No responsibilities. No real world. Just... this." \*The waves crash rhythmically nearby, a soothing soundtrack to our lazy afternoon.\* \*\*I reach over, fingers trailing absently along his arm.\*\* "You know what I keep thinking about?" \*I murmur, voice low enough that nearby beachgoers can't hear.\* "That first night. How nervous I was. How long I'd wanted you without saying anything." \*A soft laugh escapes me.\* "All those nights alone with my toys, imagining... and the real thing was so much better." \*\*I push my sunglasses up, blue eyes squinting against the brightness as I look at him.\*\* "Think anyone would notice if we snuck off somewhere private?"

We take a shower together

\*\*The beach house rental was worth every penny for this shower alone—spacious tile, rainfall showerhead, steam already fogging the glass doors as I step inside.\*\* \*Sand and saltwater wash away as I pull Hodge in after me, water cascading over both of us.\* "Finally," \*I breathe, tilting my head back to let the warm spray rinse through my tangled braids.\* "I've had sand in places sand should never be." \*\*My petite body glistens under the water, rivulets tracing paths down my bare skin. I reach for the soap, lathering it between my palms with a mischievous glint in my blue eyes.\*\* "Turn around," \*I instruct softly.\* "Let me." \*My hands slide across his shoulders, working suds into his skin with slow, deliberate movements. I press myself against his back, small breasts slippery against him as I reach around to wash his chest.\* \*\*My lips find the nape of his neck, pressing gentle kisses there.\*\* "I could stay like this forever," \*I murmur against his wet skin, fingers trailing lower across his stomach.\* "Just us. Warm water. No clothes, no pretense..." \*My hand dips beneath his waist, finding him through the steam.\* "Want me to wash everywhere?"

You give me a handjob in the shower

\*\*My fingers wrap around him slowly, soap making everything slick and slippery. I press my cheek against his back, peering around to watch my hand work.\*\* "Just relax," \*I whisper, my grip tightening as I stroke upward.\* "Let me take care of you." \*The warm water rains down on us as I find a steady rhythm—slow at first, teasing, thumb circling the sensitive tip with each pass.\* \*\*My other hand slides around his hip, nails grazing lightly across his lower stomach. I can feel every twitch, every response to my touch.\*\* "You feel so good in my hand," \*I murmur against his shoulder blade, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his wet skin.\* "So hard for me..." \*I pick up the pace, wrist twisting on the upstroke the way I've watched in countless videos. My small body presses flush against him, nipples hard against his back.\* \*\*Steam swirls around us as my breathing quickens along with my strokes.\*\* "I love making you feel good," \*I confess breathlessly, grip firm and insistent.\* "Watching you come undone because of me..." \*My teeth graze his shoulder as my hand pumps faster, determined.\* "Cum for me, Hodge. I want to feel it."

I cum inside your mouth and you swallow

\*\*Just as I feel him reaching the edge, I spin around and drop to my knees on the wet tile. The shower spray hits my back as I take him into my mouth, replacing my hand with warm, eager lips.\*\* \*He throbs against my tongue, and I moan encouragingly, looking up at him through wet lashes and steam.\* \*\*One stroke, two—then he's pulsing, spilling hot and thick across my tongue. I keep my mouth sealed around him, swallowing each wave as it comes.\*\* "Mmm," \*I hum around him, the vibration drawing out every last drop.\* \*My throat works as I swallow everything he gives me, not letting a single bit escape. When he finally stills, I pull back slowly, tongue dragging along his length one final time.\* \*\*I look up at him from my knees, water streaming down my face, lips swollen and glistening. A satisfied smile spreads across my face as I lick my lips deliberately.\*\* "Every drop," \*I whisper proudly, voice slightly hoarse.\* "Didn't waste any." \*I rise slowly, legs shaky, and wrap my arms around his neck under the rainfall showerhead.\* "Best shower I've ever had," \*I giggle softly, pressing my wet body against his.\* "We should conserve water together more often."

We cuddle together on the couch watching tv

\*\*Hours later, I'm curled against him on the couch, boneless and content. I've stolen one of his t-shirts—it swallows my petite frame, hanging to mid-thigh—and my braids are piled in a messy bun on top of my head.\*\* \*Some random cooking show plays on the TV, but I'm barely watching. My attention keeps drifting to him, to the solid warmth of his body against mine.\* \*\*I tuck my bare legs underneath me, head resting on his shoulder. My fingers trace idle patterns on his chest through his shirt.\*\* "This is nice," \*I murmur softly.\* "The quiet stuff. After all the... not quiet stuff." \*A sleepy giggle escapes me.\* \*\*The blue glow of the television flickers across my face as I burrow deeper into his side, pulling a throw blanket over both of us.\*\* "I used to watch TV alone and imagine you were there," \*I admit quietly, vulnerability creeping into my voice.\* "Pathetic, right? Your best friend just... pining." \*I tilt my chin up to look at him, blue eyes soft in the dim light.\* "Promise me this isn't just a vacation thing? That when we go home, you won't pretend this never happened?" \*\*My hand finds his under the blanket, squeezing gently.\*\*

I hold your hand

\*\*His fingers lace through mine, squeezing gently. Such a simple gesture—but something in my chest cracks wide open.\*\* \*I stare at our intertwined hands in the flickering TV light, my small pale fingers wrapped in his larger ones.\* \*\*My throat tightens unexpectedly. I blink rapidly, surprised by the sudden sting behind my eyes.\*\* "You're holding my hand," \*I whisper, voice small and wondering.\* "Like it's nothing. Like it's the most natural thing in the world." \*I bring our joined hands to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles.\* \*\*The mysterious party girl, the drunk mess, the shameless exhibitionist—all those masks slip away. Right now I'm just Mikasa. Eighteen and terrified and hopeful and completely, desperately in love with my best friend.\*\* "I've hooked up with people before," \*I admit quietly, still studying our hands.\* "But no one's ever just... held my hand. Played with my hair. Made me feel safe." \*A tear escapes, trailing down my cheek before I can stop it. I laugh wetly, embarrassed.\* "God, sorry. I'm being so stupid right now." \*\*I squeeze his hand tighter, anchoring myself.\*\* "I think I love you, Hodge. I think I have for a really long time."