Soft lips press against mine, pulling me from the depths of sleep like a drowning man breaking the surface. I blink awake to find Emily already slipping away, her tall frame silhouetted against the morning light filtering through our bedroom curtains.
"Morning," I mumble, my voice still thick with sleep as I watch her heading toward our bathroom.
"Wait, hold on," I call out, pushing myself up on my elbows. The bandage on my temple pulls slightly as I move, a constant reminder of two days ago now.
Emily turns, a soft smile playing on her lips. She's wearing one of my t-shirts, the fabric stretched tight across her chest while barely reaching mid-thigh. Even half-asleep, the sight of her makes my heart skip.
"No, baby, go back to sleep. It's early," she says, her voice gentle as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I know," I say, rubbing sleep from my eyes. "I just wanted to talk to you for a second."
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and follow her into the bathroom. She's already turning on the shower, steam beginning to fill the space. When she notices me leaning against the doorframe, she smiles and crooks her finger, beckoning me to join her.
"What's up?" she asks, pulling the shirt over her head in one fluid motion. Her body is perfect in the soft bathroom light, all defined muscle and smooth curves.
I clear my throat, suddenly nervous. "I was wondering if I could go out today while you're at work. Mark mentioned showing me around the city, maybe hitting some of our old spots."
Emily freezes, her hand hovering over the shower door. The smile slips from her face, replaced by a frown that makes my stomach drop.
"I think it's a bit early for you to be going out," she says carefully. She steps toward me, still completely naked, and runs her fingers gently across the purple bruises circling my throat. "Plus, you have these now."
Her touch is feather-light, but I can't help wincing. The bruises are tender, a painful reminder of what happened when I crossed her boundaries.
"It's just a few bruises," I say, trying to sound casual. "And my head feels fine now."
Emily's eyes darken as she continues tracing the marks her fingers left on my skin. "Charles, these aren't just bruises. I hurt you." Her voice cracks slightly. "What if something happens while you're out? What if you get confused or lost?"
"Mark will be with me the whole time," I counter, though my resolve is already weakening under her concerned gaze.
She steps closer, pressing her naked body against mine. The heat of her skin seeps through my thin pajama pants, making it hard to focus on the conversation.
"I know you want to explore," she whispers, her lips ghosting over my jaw. "But maybe we could start smaller? A walk around the neighborhood this weekend, when I can go with you?"
Her hands slide under my shirt, fingers splaying across my back. It's hard to argue when she's touching me like this, when she's looking at me with those worried green eyes.
"I just..." I struggle to hold onto my train of thought as her lips brush against my neck, just above the bruises. "I feel cooped up."
Emily pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes. "I know, baby. And I'm not trying to keep you prisoner, I swear." She cups my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. "I'm just scared. What if something triggers your memory and you..." She stops, biting her lip.
"And I what?" I press.
"Nothing," she says quickly. "I just worry, that's all." She gestures to the steaming shower behind her. "Come on, join me? We can talk more about this later."
I don't even hesitate. The sight of Emily standing there naked, steam curling around her perfect body, makes any thought of going out with Mark evaporate from my mind. I strip off my pajama pants and shirt in seconds, nearly tripping over myself in my eagerness.
Emily's laugh is low and sultry as I stumble into the shower behind her. "Someone's excited this morning."
The hot water cascades over us as I press her against the cool tile wall, my hands exploring the familiar curves of her body. Emily reaches for the body wash, squeezing a generous amount into her palm before working it into a lather against my chest.
"Let me take care of you," she whispers, her slick hands sliding down my torso.
I return the favor, my soapy fingers tracing the defined muscles of her abdomen, the fullness of her breasts. There's something incredibly intimate about washing each other this way, more tender than sexual, though my body certainly has other ideas.
Our lips meet under the spray, water streaming between us as we kiss deeply. Emily smiles against my mouth, her eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that makes my heart flip. Her hands grip my shoulders, pulling me closer as the steam envelops us like a cocoon.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips, surprised by how naturally the words come.
Triumph flashes in her eyes before she kisses me again, harder this time.
We rinse quickly, the soap swirling down the drain at our feet. Just as I think we're finishing up, Emily turns around suddenly. She places her palms flat against the tile wall and arches her back, presenting herself to me in a way that makes my breath catch.
"We don't have much time," she says over her shoulder, her voice husky with desire. "I have a meeting at nine."
She looks back at me with hooded eyes, her wet hair clinging to her neck as she gives her hips a deliberate, teasing shake. The invitation is unmistakable.
I step forward, my hands finding grip on her hips as I press against her. The water continues to beat down on us, hot and steady, as I slide inside her with a groan that echoes off the bathroom walls.
Emily pushes back against me, taking me deeper. "Yes," she hisses, her fingers curling against the tile. "Just like that."
I establish a rhythm, my grip tightening on her hips as I thrust into her. The shower makes everything slick and hot, our bodies sliding together perfectly. Emily's moans grow louder with each movement, spurring me on.
"Harder," she commands.
I drive into her with primal force, all coherent thought evaporating as our bodies collide. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoes through the steamy shower as I pound into her, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. Each thrust pulls a desperate moan from Emily's throat, the sounds growing wilder and less controlled with every passing second.
"Fuck, Charles," she gasps, her voice breaking as I slam into her repeatedly. "Don't stop."
Her body meets mine with each desperate thrust, pushing back against me with perfect rhythm.
"I love you," Emily moans, her voice breaking with each impact. "I love you, Charles."
She repeats those words like a mantra, each declaration growing more desperate, more primal. "I love you, I love you, I love you..."
The sound of her voice, the feel of her body clenching around me, the sight of her back arching in pleasure, it's all too much. A whimper escapes my throat, embarrassingly needy and completely beyond my control.
"I love you so much," she gasps, her body starting to tremble. "I love you, I love you..."
Her words push me over the edge. The pressure building at the base of my spine explodes outward, racing through my body in waves of white-hot pleasure. I cry out her name as I empty myself inside her, my hips jerking erratically.
Emily's body seizes around me, her inner walls pulsing rhythmically as she reaches her own climax. She throws her head back, a primal scream tearing from her throat as she comes undone completely.
"CHARLES!" My name echoes off the tile walls as her entire body shudders against mine.
We stay like that for several moments, both of us panting, the hot water still streaming over our sensitized skin. I press my forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.
"I meant what I said," Emily whispers, her voice raw. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes."
I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade. "I love you too."
She turns in my arms, her eyes searching mine with that familiar intensity. There's something vulnerable in her gaze now, a question she's afraid to ask.
"Let's finish up," I say softly, reaching for the shampoo. "You have that meeting, remember?"
Emily's face softens into a frown as she runs her fingers through her wet hair, pushing it back from her face. Water cascades down her perfect body as she steps closer, pressing against me once more.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
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