When their lips finally meet, they both know they've never been 'just friends'.

Faint sparkles instantly explode with the bare contact, and they grow into crackling flames when their mouths fully crash into each other. Yet the kiss stays slow and smooth while they both take in the truth and savor what they have been craving for, each caress of their lips being intent and indulging until Nathaniel's hand slips to her jaw, enveloping her in more of his warmth and drawing her closer

Anastasia gladly opens her lips, welcoming his addicting taste again. She has been mad at him, but she can't remember why as she relishes in those sinful lips she has yearned for so long, and her brain is probably suffocated by the fire he is creating in her veins. Though she doesn't care because it feels like breathing again to kiss him.

She's taking his breath away, and Nate keeps wanting more. Her sweet taste is mixing with his; her fruity perfume is engulfing his lungs, and her milky skin is under his fingerpads. But it's still not enough as he tries to pull her impossibly closer.

Their tongues are dancing together, and the choreography that has started as a slow waltz is intensifying in a fast tango when they stumble backward, their lips not leaving each other even for a micro-second.

They don't break away either, when he abruptly sits down on a bed, taking her down with him so she is straddling him, and the soft gasp escaping her lips is sucked in his as the kiss is only deepening.

This is overwhelming for a simple kiss, for just a kiss, yet they also were supposed to be 'just friends', and nothing is 'just' with Anastasia; everything is more, utmost, and dazzling him in the most beautiful way possible.

When the lack of oxygen is starting to burn their lungs as much as the desire in their veins, he pulls away, though just an inch, as it would be an impossible effort to move more.

Their heavy breaths are the only sound in the almost empty room, and for him, it could be the only sound in the world because he only sees the realm of her hazel eyes. She is resting her forehead on his, so close that he can admire every shade of green and brown, and every hint of gray, darkening progressively with desire.

She lifts up their intertwined hands, which have been still between their heaving chests, and without blinking her intense gaze away from his, she kisses the top of his hand. This holds something so tender and sensual that accelerates even more the restless pace of his heart, and he doesn't know what else to do than capture the softness of her plump lips again.

She immediately returns the intensity and sweetness of his lips. They have shared what might be the longest kiss ever just a few seconds ago, yet she gladly welcomes more. 

His expert lips are creating a crescendo of sensations with each kiss, with each sinful caress of his mouth. She has a feeling that everything gets better each time, and this sends a thrill of anticipation on her burning skin as one of his hands sneak under the many layers of her clothes.

With only one hand, he explores every inch of skin of her stomach and back, not missing a spot and sparking a trail of electricity on his way. He is so fast that she can't catch up where his fingers are exactly, though she might be too distracted by the moves of his lips. 

He abandons her mouth to kiss his way down her jaw until the sensitive spot of her neck, the ticklish nerves there recognizing him instantly. There is no doubt he will suck another mark here, but it is the least of her worries as she is melting under his sinful mouth. 

She starts to shift her hips against him, trying to release some tension yet only building more, and the kiss, at first slow and gentle, is taking a turn to a dangerous place with no return. Nevertheless, in the lust of their movements, their hands are still linked between their chests, keeping a special tenderness. They only separate when he rolls up the bottom of her sweater, pulling it over her head as she readily raises her arms.

He uncovers another layer of white fabric underneath, but it doesn't discourage him, only whetting his appetite more as he gazes at the sight of her chest heaving rapidly right under his eyes, her perky breasts hugged in the white cotton. A heavenly sinful sight, and his devious angel is already slipping her smooth fingers under his own sweater. 

In a swift motion, she takes it off as it's his turn to lift his arms, and he ends up shirtless. Practical, he lets out a hoarse chuckle as he realizes she has wasted no time and has got rid of his tee-shirt and sweater in one go. Practical.

Once more, she's catching his breath and maybe more as he's aroused as much by her mind as by her body. He eagerly grabs her face and envelops her swollen lips with his own once again, while she brushes her delicate fingers on his taut muscles and resumes with the sways of her hips, her sensual body complying with her multi-talented brain and bold personality. Her body and mind combined can drive any man crazy, and Nate is losing his mind as he hungrily deepens the kiss.

The passion of his lips is dizzying. She can't tell right from wrong; she can't tell up from down, even more as he tips them over on the bed. 

Though she is not surprised when her back hits the mattress, as his movements are eager, yet still so smooth, just like the way he is rocking his hips swiftly and intently against her burning center until she is too engulfed in her sensations, in him, to remember where she is exactly. She could be in heaven, and she would actually believe it – if it wasn't for the sinful sounds of her moans echoing his groans and mixing on their lips – because it feels like it.

This is a really strange feeling. She is acutely conscious of the situation, and every single one of her nerve-endings is aware – almost heightened – of every inch of his skin grazing her, yet at the same time, she is floating, like wrapped in another universe, where everything is hazy.

A pearl-gray blur, she glimpses when he breaks the kiss, and she opens her eyes to what must be the wall opposite to them, though only one thing appears clear as he stops his movements.

"Please, tell me to stop." His voice is just a husky whisper with no resolve, and it makes the words, which should ring the alarm and stop her, travel like electric impulses all along her nerves.

It becomes even more dangerous when he reopens his eyes, and as they are fixed only on her, she can catch every emotion crossing their darkness, making her feel, once again, so powerful, yet so helpless. 

"I... I can't..." She sucks in a shaky intake of air, though it isn't only for breathing that she is fighting. "I can't stay away from you." Each of her words is breathless and escaping straight from her chest with a vulnerability she doesn't let out often, and his arms, which are holding him up above her, almost give out on this confession. 

She has this power to make him so weak, effortlessly, just with her softness, and he can't resist the strength of the pull drawing him toward her.

He should fight. But how can he? When his wildest fantasy is right in front of him, all flushed and breathless just for him, all his, even if it's just for now.

He dives in to find back her lips, and she meets him halfway, as if they both are saying 'screw you' to the faint voice of their reasons. In this instant, they know they won't stop, and the kiss translates it in a mix of brushing lips, swirling tongues, and hungry teeth, full of weakness and power.

Without leaving her lips, he slightly lifts her up in his arms to strip the last layer separating him from the milky skin he is craving, and his fingers are almost shaking in the haste of his movements. They are shaking when her body arches to him, following him and so delicately melting under his hands. It sends a thrill under his skin, and the frisson rushes straight to his hardness when a red lace appears to his view, his sweet angel hiding a burning temptress under.

The sight of the red see-through fabric contrasting with her white skin draws a groan out of his throat, which she breathes in as she hastily pulls him back to her. 

His voracious gaze is setting her heart in a frenetic pace and the anticipation is becoming too much. She wriggles her hips, and he thankfully takes the hint, his skilled fingers popping the button of her jeans and releasing her moans – out of relief to get rid of another barrier, but also frustration as his fingers are so close to the place throbbing for him, yet so far.

The rhythm of all these pulsations seems impossibly fast, yet it only speeds up with her helpless moans as his lips and teeth make their way down her neck, collar bone, and chest, not missing an inch of skin. It could almost make her forget his sneaky hands sliding down her jeans and roaming all over her legs – almost, if they weren't melting a weakness that gathers between her legs. 

However, he pauses his lips when his fingers reach the hem of her red panties, his eyes still asking for her permission like the gentleman he is.

"Yes," she pants without hesitation, and his gentleman ways instantly disappear.

His wicked fingers rip off her underwear and slide down her wetness in less than a second, and she can only suck in a sharp breath.

It is all the sensations that have burned her and have made her feel alive in that steam room, but even if the air is colder today, the contrast is making the sparks on her skin fiercer, and she is more alive than ever when his fingers meet her most sensitive spot.

She has imagined this so many times, and to know it is real is lighting her nerves on fire, unless it is the work of his plump lips resuming the path they have started on her chest, and following the contours of her bra without mercy? It is surely both because she freezes when he withdraws his hand, and she already sees this reality tumbling down behind her closed lids.

Yet he is quick to rebuild it stronger with his smirk, realler than ever, forming against the burning skin of her chest as she lets out a small whimper, and she dreads he also hears the loud, uneven thumps of her heart. She doesn't have time to worry too much about this though, as he unclasps her bra, and just like that, he makes her heart hammer faster against her ribcage.

His fingers find back her heat in no time, even more determinate than before, while his lips explore more territory adoringly, and she is dissolving into lava under the soft intensity of his mouth on her breasts, paying special attention to the curves and peak of the right to then move to the left. 

By the time his tongue reaches her left nipple, the molten rush in her veins is going straight between her legs, where she writhes her hips desperately, as his fingers are building an impossible pressure, every swirl and flick drawing her closer to the eruption.

Breathless, she runs her hands frantically from his wild curls to his lower back, trying to keep from slipping to a dark place, and earning both of their gasps, she grasps his firm butt. She has never noticed his ass is this round, and she lets herself surrender to the darkness on that thought, especially when he dips one, and almost immediately after, two digits into her entrance.

She arches into his mouth as he closes it around her tight peak, and the blissful moans echoing in her sweet accent make him pull away. He needs to see her come apart before his eyes. He's fantasized so much of this, and it's even better than in his fogged memories. 

He could come just with this sight, and his hardness twitches with every shudder of her delicate body underneath him. He admires every curve as she is arching in pleasure, and every inch of her flushed body, every shade of pink from her flaming cheeks to the marks he's left along her neck and to the warmth on her chest. 

He is devouring her with his eyes, savoring the moment, as he knows very well in the back of his mind that it will never happen again. But he shoves that away, focusing on Anastasia and her lidded drunk eyes.

She tries to catch her breath as she floats back to reality. Yet it is impossible, when through her half-closed lids, she can glimpse Nathaniel's gaze, watching her longingly and voraciously, and the darkness shining in his eyes takes her heart in a whirlwind rhythm, faster than the earth-shaking orgasm he has just given her.

With a strength she hasn't known she has still had in her – but his penetrating look seems to pull out more energy and lust in her – she sits up and grasps his belt, while he draws her even closer. Their movements are once more synchronized as he takes her chin, and their lips meet again, so slowly, yet so hungrily.

This kiss catches the last shreds of her breath, and it is reluctantly and too soon that she has to pull away just an inch. Yet the small movement is enough to make her realize his hand is still against her sensitive center, and there is definitely no more air remaining in her lungs when she feels the same satisfied smile form against her lips. He has clearly noticed the almost painful throbbing against his fingers, and he drags them slowly between her damp folds, bringing back all the burning weakness in her legs. 

In this man's hands, she becomes putty, and she doesn't recognize herself.

She grips his belt tighter with the fear that her knees might give out as fast as her breath, and the hiss he sucks through his teeth lets her know she isn't the only one helpless. 

She should run away, knowing none of them is in control of the situation, but the faint voice of her reason is shut by her lust right now. Seeing the strong Captain Johnson so vulnerable just for her only makes her crave him more. So she trails her mouth down his taut chest, where she can hear the loud thuds of his heart right under.

Her fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt while her lips keep wandering down, his muscles twitching under her trail, and she holds her breath as her lips stop on a scar on his perfect chest. She has never noticed it before. It is hidden between the lines and edges of his abs, in a corner, and it is quite small, yet looking more closely, the scar seems thick, probably the result of a deep wound.

Hundreds of questions arise in her mind, along with a clenching sensation, this time in her chest, but when she glances up from under her lashes, she doesn't dare to speak. Seeing the blissful expression in his eyes, she doesn't want to cloud them with dark memories, only lust and pleasure. So she just offers special attention to the embossed skin softly and tenderly.

She finally leans away once she gets his black jeans open, her lips finishing their route on those deep V-lines just as the rough dark fabric gives way to a huge bulge, and the shaky sigh she lets out is as unsteady as her inexperienced, yet curious hands slowly tugging at his boxers to set free his hard member. Actually, her whole body, her legs, her thoughts, her heart are as wobbly, when all her clumsiness is coming back for this simple and primal gesture she has never done, and it is followed by self-consciousness as she is staring at Nathaniel's godly body, who clearly has more experience.

But when her gaze travels up his strong chest and meets his dark eyes gazing at her like... she is the only woman in the world, all those doubts are blown away, only leaving the delicious shudders as she pulls on the elastic of his boxers. 

His breathing as shallow as hers is guiding her hands, and when his erection is fully exposed, she isn't sure if it is curiosity or lust – surely both mixing and turning into a surge of boldness – but she runs lightly her fingers along his length. The velvety warmth welcoming her and the sharp breath he sucks in are inviting her to keep going, and she wraps her shaking hands around, feeling it throb against her palm. 

Her caresses are slow and almost feathery, yet after barely two, a deep groan rumbles through his chest, and it echoes in her whole body as his hips thrust forward.

He sharply grabs her wrists, stopping the pressure of her hands, and she is frozen at the thought of having made a wrong move, though, at the same time, the shivers rolling down her spine aren't out of fear or unease with his firm grip.

"I don't want your hands."

Before her mind and all her body can wander to a dark, dangerous place, the ghost of rejection is shadowing it, and as always, it is coming with a pang turning her stomach.

Her eyes are already avoiding his, but he lifts her chin and brings their lips closer than before as he finishes in a rasp, "I need you."

The only twinge she can feel now is between her legs.

"Then take me," she whispers breathlessly. 

This is half an offer, half a plea, and he readily accepts it, taking her lips and laying her down on the already messed sheets. 

The simple movement holds some familiarity, and for a second she is taken back to the memory of their first encounter that she has replayed so many times during her sleepless nights. 

Though today, the surface against her back is much softer, and the fire consuming her inside more intense. She knows where she is going when just the mere contact of his hard length against her throbbing center is drawing both of their helpless moans, and the anticipation is rising to a boiling point as he pauses at her entrance, an inch away to take her again. However, she is still clueless about how far they are straying.

"Are your vaccines in order?" She surprises herself with this question. She has thought her reason has been lost forever, and how can she even talk and think when her lungs are out of air? Why is her brain functional for technical details but not for stopping them from breaking the law again?

She doesn't want to find out, and she doesn't want to dig too deep, afraid her reason might come back fully.

"Yes, and you?" he breathes out.

"Yes."

These are questions they should have worried about a long time ago, and as his tip is twitching against her sensitive nerves, the answers are pointless, only dragging this out when they are so close to the implosion. Yet maybe in this instant, naked and almost to the closest they can be, it is a way to make it last.

"And are you on the pill?"

Another dangerous matter they should have addressed, and so many 'should', or more exactly, 'shouldn't' have been thrown away since their first encounter.

"Yes... for now," she adds the last words in a mumble, the furrow of his eyebrows resembling the shadow hovering in the back of her mind as he is searching for an answer in her eyes.

"I don't wanna talk about this now." She won't let anything spoil this perfect moment, and she dispels all shadows, grabbing his face and pulling him down to kiss him passionately again.

He must understand through the caresses of her mouth because he doesn't push the questions, and she is relieved that instead, he pushes himself inside her. 

Their lips still on each other, they both gasp at the feeling of her tight muscles stretching and adjusting around him, or more exactly, recognizing him. 

The dizzying sensations are exacerbated, as at first, he doesn't move, just staring straight into her soul with his dark, drunk eyes, and each of their nerve-endings is appreciating every inch of their burning skins melting together, every tingle sparking with the simple contact, and every echo of their heavy pants louder and louder in the empty room.

Here they are, the closest possible. She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him to move without a word, as she wouldn't be able to form any coherent one. The first time, it has hurt, but now, the only ache is the desire devouring her. She needs more. She needs him fully.

He starts to pull out and in slowly, his thrusts growing progressively with more intensity as they lose themselves in this moment and in each other.

He is filling her so perfectly. Everything is so wrong, yet so perfectly wrong, and it is exhilarating. The pressure is building in her core, each clash of their hips bringing her closer to an explosion point that keeps escalating, and she let her head roll back as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses and possessives bites along her jugular. There, she can hear the erratic hammering of her heart matching the throbbing between her legs.

"Nate!" Her loud moan echoes around the room as she is forgetting there is a world outside of Nathaniel, and her fingers are tugging at his now sweaty curls like he is her only point of reference.

He is her only point of reference as all the sparks inside are spinning and gathering around him, the explosion impending with each of his rapid thrusts, and when he slows down his movement, she is clutching tighter to him, whimpering at the feeling of his hard length twitching inside her.

If she could think clearly, she would surely panic at the possibility that his reason is catching up with him, but then again, that would be if she remembered anything from outside that room, and right now, she can only focus on his touch as he grabs one of her hands, intertwining it with his beside her head. 

The soft gesture feels like a pause in the intense whirlwind of this moment, almost like the calm before the final blow, and the tensions in his muscles let her know he is holding it back as much for himself as for her.

"My name."

His demand is even better than in any of her dreams, the raspy sound of it vibrating along her skin, and the urgent gasps following sending it straight to that tight clenching inside. 

 She has been wishing to hear these words, yet also dreading them because right now, she is really at his mercy, slipping with no return as the electrizing waves invade her core.

"Nathaniel..." she breathes out, focusing her eyes on his own dilated pupils.

His reply is a breathless grunt and a sharp push of his hips that trigger the monumental explosion in her core and expand it in every inch of her body.

She arches into him, the blissful peak only heightening as he hits a deep place in her, and she repeats his name again and again through these tremendous shockwaves, his movements becoming messier and out of rhythm with each syllable escaping her lips.

"Ana!" He echoes her moans, the earth-shattering explosion gaining him, and he sloppily kisses her just as his throbbing length buries deep inside her. 

All of his muscles tense and shudder, the blissful shocks exploding everywhere in his body as he comes and releases inside her. They both ride out their orgasm to the fullest, keeping each other high as long as they can, and relishing every electrifying tingle. 

They are only one at this instant, their only reality. Nothing else exists outside of them, the closest possible, their centers fitting perfectly, every inch of their glistening skin touching, and their lips sealed to each other.

The kiss progressively becomes less rough and messy, more tender and slow as they glide down the ethereal explosion of their orgasm, coming down to reality while enjoying every last bit of this light bliss, but also trying to find their breaths, which have been lost through all the sparks of ecstasy.

Their bodies are still clung to each other when he opens his heavy eyes to gaze at his sweet angel, all flushed and sated, terribly sexy and heavenly, and if it wasn't for that protective instinct fearing to crush her delicate silhouette, he would certainly stay forever like that. Actually, the thought of rolling them over still crosses his mind before he resigns himself to pull out of her with a great effort, and it isn't only because of the jelly feeling in his muscles. 

"What did just happen?" He widens his eyes, everything hitting him as soon as his back hits the mattress.

"We've fucked up again." She looks back at him, his horrified expression matching hers. Yet the remaining endorphins are still tickling their blissful smiles, and if anyone saw them right now, they would think they're two crazy addicts, though it wouldn't be the main problem.

"That we have!" He chuckles breathlessly at her choice of words fitting perfectly this humorless situation. 

This woman is amazing, and that's dangerous.

"We definitely can't be just friends," he adds, and it could sound playful, but it's bitterly serious.

"What do we do now?" She sounds so vulnerable in this instant.

He doesn't have the practical and determinate lawyer in front of him. Naked and still breathless from their forbidden high, so many emotions are crossing her soft tired eyes. There, he recognizes his angel from their first encounter, and guilt constricts his already out-of-breath lungs. 

He is the one who has made her cross the line, clouding these innocent eyes, which are now looking for answers in his dark ones, yet even if he's searched them since the first time he's seen her, he still has no answer.

"I don't know..." He sighs, even the simple breath tearing his ribcage. "This is dangerous and... wrong."

She slowly closes her eyes, and her eyebrows lowering and creasing let him guess already that her next words will blow him. "We shouldn't..." She re-opens her eyes, and the rational look is there again, not leaving him time to take a breath. "We shouldn't be friends... We shouldn't be anything."

"What do you mean?" Deep down, he knows very well, yet he needs to hear the words clearly, probably some kind of masochist torture.

She frowns, and with each passing second, he can notice the relaxed glow dissipating and being replaced with tensed features. "We shouldn't see each other. Every time we're near, we're getting too close... We should... avoid each other."

He's been right; it's a tough blow, and the air is knocked out of his lungs. Nevertheless, he nods, knowing, despite the spinning of his head, that this is the only thing to do.

There is no turning back now, and the decision is sealed as they stare at each other in silence, its terrible weight falling on them and bringing something too heavy for their naked and dazed bodies.

He bitterly savors this moment, the warmth and lightness she always brings when she's so close, while also taking in the implications of this decision, and he can glimpse the same bitter-sweet emotions in her eyes until they start glistening, and all sweetness disappears in him.

"Um... we should get dressed." She gets up abruptly before anything can slip, a tear or their resolution.

He follows her movements, sitting up and watching the tornado Anastasia, with her still wobbly legs, bustling around and gathering her clothes. For a second, he could almost forget their decision, forget where they are, and just imagine her leaving the bedroom after a passionate night as there is something so natural and warm with the rays of light peeking through the closed shutters to illuminate her silhouette. 

It doesn't last more than a blink though, and he can clearly see her slipping through his fingers as his gaze roams over her milky skin, now spotted with red marks that he's claimed, and too quickly, her firm little butt disappears behind her red panties, as well as her sleek legs under her jeans.

"What are you doing?" She turns around, feeling his burning gaze on her still sweaty skin.

"I commit my friend to memory." He offers her a sly smirk, his eyes wandering shamelessly over her shirtless figure, and she doesn't even think of covering herself with her arms.

He really has the talent to make her mind go blank and lighten the most crushing atmospheres, yet this sudden playful and bold attitude isn't only tickling her smile, and she has to swallow the want to jump back on him right now. 

Instead, she throws him his boxers. "It's already late. Don't waste time because the other volunteers will arrive soon." 

She avoids his stare before she loses her determination in his magnetizing dark eyes. Though she can still sense his gaze hanging to her every move as they finish getting dressed.

Here they are, about to distance from each other the farthest they can. She has followed him to the parking lot, foolishly and hopelessly bagging a few more minutes with him, yet they are too rapidly thinning into seconds. With every step, the distance they have to take sinks in a little bit more, and they aren't even apart yet.

She doesn't want him to go, or maybe she wants him to take her with him.

"Um... I should go..."

The awkwardness is suffocating, even in the fresh open air, and they are both trying to take in shaky breaths, which are the only sound echoing in the silence, along with the faint clinking of Nathaniel's car keys his fingers are fiddling with. 

None of them is moving; none of them is talking. They are just staring at each other with too many unsaid words and emotions kept in their gazes, and she doesn't know how long they could stay like that if it wasn't for the purring of a modest wheeling car pulling them out of their trance and back to reality.

The reality, the people around, the car already entering the parking lot, followed by two bikes, it is fully there, and they can't escape it no more.  

"Er... thank you for your generosity." She tries to dissipate the awkwardness, seeing volunteers passing by a few feet away. But why does she have to use those words? She has an inkling why as she holds his full of meaning gaze.

"It was a pleasure. You really inspire generosity." He shakes the hand she is holding out for him, the tiniest hint of a devious smirk playing on his lips.

From afar, it appears like a simple, cordial thank you. Yet people can't guess the underlying meaning of their words, which tingles their skin with just a handshake.

Anastasia watches their linked hands, her chest tightening. This really feels like a proper farewell. She remembers exactly how her hand has felt in his, how it has surprised and unsettled her, the first time she has offered it to him, and now they are parting, ending whatever strange, yet special friendship they have ever had the same way: her small hand in his big one and a break in the law, like some kind of full circle. 

Now the circle is complete, she thinks as she lets go of his hand.

One last lingering stare and they both turn around.

She doesn't dare to look back, and her sight is blurring at the view of the front door she passes reluctantly. She doesn't recognize herself, once more. Her reactions are oversensitive, and her emotions are threatening to break through her strong walls, as this man is always bringing acute emotions out of her –was, she corrects herself. Now he is in her past.

Soooo? What do you think? 😏 This chapter was really long, but how not to get carried away with these two? 😉🔥❤

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PS: Just a little detail, did you notice another nice progress in this future: the vaccine against the STD!