Love In The Shed
The pottery wheel hummed beneath our joined hands, the clay forming a smooth, elegant shape. Rowan's fingers guided mine carefully, his touch gentle yet precise. I was keenly aware of every tiny movement, every small shift of his body behind mine.
"You're doing well," he whispered, his breath warm and steady. "You're a quick learner."
"Thanks," I managed, barely breathing.
But then he moved slightly, his arm sliding against the side of my breast. It was subtle, accidental, but the contact was electric. My nipples tightened even further, sending a sharp pulse of sensation straight down my spine. I gasped softly, unable to hide it.
Rowan froze, clearly having heard it.
I bit my lip hard, embarrassment flooding my chest. "Sorry," I whispered, mortified. "I'm just…a little sensitive."
He didn't answer right away, his breathing noticeably sharper. The silence stretched, heavy and thick between us.
Then his lips moved closer again, brushing lightly along the delicate skin just behind my ear. His voice was soft, edged with gentle restraint. "Sensitive?"
Oh, God.
I nodded slightly, unable to form words.
Rowan hesitated briefly, then pressed another careful, lingering kiss to the curve of my neck. My entire body went rigid, heat coiling deliciously low in my stomach.
He spoke again, voice low and careful. "Should we stop?"
"No," I said instantly, before I could think. "Please don't stop."
He paused for a heartbeat, then his lips brushed gently along my collarbone, warm and impossibly gentle. My eyes fluttered shut, my breathing uneven, pleasure humming dangerously beneath my skin.
"Remi," he murmured softly, his voice deep and tender. "Look at me."
Slowly, I turned in his embrace to face him, heart pounding as our eyes met. His gaze was dark, intense, but tender—filled with something deeper than just desire. I swallowed nervously, suddenly unsure of myself.
"I—" I began, voice trembling.
He reached up gently, brushing his thumb lightly across my cheek. "We don't have to rush this."
"I know," I whispered softly, looking up at him through my lashes. "But…"
"But?" he prompted gently.
"But I want you," I admitted, voice barely audible. "And I can't think clearly when you're this close."
His eyes softened further, his thumb tracing small, comforting circles on my cheek. "Good," he murmured, the corners of his lips tilting up slightly. "Because neither can I."
His face dipped toward mine, slowly, deliberately, his gaze locked intently on my lips. My heart thundered, anticipation and nerves tangled into something irresistible.
Then his lips found mine—warm, careful, unbearably gentle—and all thoughts vanished.
I exhaled softly against his mouth, melting into the softness of his touch. Rowan’s hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and my fingers tightened in the fabric of his shirt. His warmth seeped through every inch of me, unraveling any lingering hesitation.
He broke the kiss slowly, just enough to lean his forehead against mine. His eyes stayed closed, breathing shallow and uneven. "Remi," he whispered, his voice rough, barely above a breath. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, unable to trust myself to speak. My pulse fluttered wildly beneath my skin, heat rising across my chest and neck. Carefully, I guided his hands, urging them to rest against the curve of my hips.
"Please," I murmured softly.
He opened his eyes then, dark and warm and impossibly tender, and something in that gaze made my heart stutter painfully.
Slowly, his lips returned to mine, deepening the kiss. The pressure built gradually, gently—until it wasn't gentle anymore. I leaned into him, eager and breathless, needing more of him. My hands slid up, tangling in his hair, pulling him tighter against me. He responded instantly, his mouth growing more insistent against mine.
His lips left mine, trailing softly along my jaw, his breath hot against my neck. I arched into him instinctively, my body responding eagerly to his touch. Every nerve ending felt alive, sensitive, tingling.
Rowan’s voice was a low, husky whisper against my skin. "God, you feel good."
My breathing quickened, my chest rising and falling unevenly. I tilted my head, allowing him better access as his mouth moved slowly, teasingly along my collarbone.
I bit my lip, fighting a moan, my fingers gripping tighter into his shoulders.
His hands slowly moved from my waist upward, brushing lightly along my ribs. Even through my dress, his touch sent sparks through my body. My breathing grew shallow, uneven.
"You okay?" Rowan murmured softly, sensing my sudden tension.
"More than okay," I managed to whisper back. "Just... nervous."
His soft laugh rumbled against my skin, gentle and reassuring. "Me too."
I drew back slightly, surprised. "You are?"
He nodded slowly, eyes searching mine earnestly. "It's different with you. Always has been. I don't want to rush or mess this up."
My heart tightened at his honesty, and I reached up to gently stroke his cheek, fingertips tracing the faint stubble along his jaw. "You're not messing anything up," I whispered.
His expression softened, and he leaned in again, pressing a tender kiss against my forehead. "Good."
He took my hand, guiding me to sit on a nearby wooden bench along the wall of the studio. We sank down together, thighs gently brushing, hands still tangled loosely. Rowan studied me carefully, his thumb lightly tracing circles over my knuckles.
"You have no idea how much I've missed this," he said softly.
"This?" I asked gently, needing clarity.
"Us. Quiet moments with you. Just being close, touching your hand, feeling your presence. You calm me down, Remi. Always have."
Warmth spread through my chest at his words, my heart fluttering lightly. "I didn't realize."
His lips curved into a faint smile. "I've never been good at showing it. But it's always been true."
A quiet silence fell between us, comfortable and warm, as if nothing outside this moment mattered. I rested my head gently against his shoulder, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Finally, I spoke quietly. "Do you think we'll ever be able to leave all this chaos behind?"
He squeezed my hand gently, leaning down to press another soft kiss against my hair. "We will. It might take some time, but we'll get there."
I sighed softly, closing my eyes briefly. "It's just exhausting sometimes, all of this."
Rowan nodded in agreement, his voice quiet and understanding. "I know. But we'll figure it out. Every part of it. And when we do, we'll build something better together."
My heart stirred warmly at his words. Together. Somehow, coming from Rowan, that word held far more meaning than I'd ever anticipated.
He lifted his hand, fingertips gently brushing my cheek again, turning my face toward him. His gaze was serious yet tender, sincere in a way that left me breathless.
"Remi, you don't have to carry everything alone anymore," he said softly. "I'm here. For whatever you need."
Emotion tightened my throat, and I swallowed hard, unable to look away from his steady gaze. "I think I've always needed you, even when I tr
ied not to."
He smiled gently, brushing another kiss against my lips, warm and soothing. "I know the feeling."
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