#( th. nilay + elijah 005. 𓂀 )

[doctornilaybailey]

"Oh? And what position would you prefer I be in?" she giggled coyly. Yet, the way he growled, how low his voice, how his lust and desire to fuck her until she couldn't move radiate with each word, the way he fucking moaned, it was impossible to bite back the low moan that had left her own lips. How she pressed her body even closer to him, moving her hips against him slowly, how she explored his body with her own hands now while his explored her own. G-d, it was easy to forget everything else. It was so easy to live as though they were the only people who existed in the world. To keep rubbing herself up against him and to keep teasing him until he had no choice but to take what he wanted. To fuck her so hard that all she could do in the end was babble his name and how much she loved him, how much she wanted him, how good he always fucked her.

Before Elijah, she had no idea how easily it was to become so utterly enchanted by one person. How just a kiss, a touch, a look, a whisper, could drive you fucking mad with desire and lust and such an intense, passionate love that could only ever be reserved for one person. And how ready she was to spend the rest of her life sharing that love, that passion, that desire, that wantful lust with him. Being fucked by him and fucking him; Making love with him; Being in love with him.

There was nothing else she wanted. Only him.

Nilay gasped as he bucked against her, digging her nails into his hips and resting her head against his chest with closed eyes. Fuck, she wanted him inside her so much already, it drove her insane. But… She needed to tease him. She needed to keep driving him over the edge until he lost his control. Even though his mouth against her neck, how he kissed her before gaining control, nearly made her fold. Nearly. Letting out a soft chuckle, melting against his touch as his hand caressed up and up and up to her throat, one of her own hands reached down. Down and down and down, her fingertips caressing his skin, until she found his cock. Her fingers tracing over it oh, so gently, over his balls and base, down his shaft and to his head, then up again. Repeating the pattern. She knew he wanted her to look at him, what with how he held her throat and his thumb pushing her chin up, but she resisted. She resisted until, finally, her fingers touched his precum.

She opened her eyes to look up at Eli's as she rubbed her fingers against his head, coating it and her fingers with his desire, before she let go of him. Bringing her hand up to her lips so she could suck her fingers, moaning loudly and deeply while she stared at the man with a smirk in her eyes. "Looks like I am still in the position to tease you," she whispered after she plucked her fingers out of her mouth and smirked up at him. "Shall I tease myself as well, daddy? Rolling my hips against you while I fuck my cunt with the fingers I teased you with? Should I touch you again and then myself? Is that the kind of game you want to play, daddy?" Her fingers traced down her body, inching closer to her cunt while she teased him with each and every single word. Ready to touch herself; Even more ready for him to stop her and touch her himself.

📜@elijahfalvey

The weight of Nilay’s promise isn’t lost on him, not in the slightest — not when he’s riding in the wave of the aftermath of breaking such a promise himself. In fact, when the heat of the moment subsides and he’s left with nothing but the reverb of her words in his mind, he knows he’ll be overwhelmed by the emotion of such a statement. However, right now, he doesn’t allow himself to think about it that deeply. Doesn’t allow himself to think about anything, really, except the electrifying feeling of her bare skin underneath his own, the way her fingers dig into his hip and claw out a rather animalistic instinct in him. He moans, because of course that idea doesn’t sound too bad, and of course she decides that he ought to suffer with it in the best kind of way; she tugs at his bottom lip and he predictably chases after her, his hands attempting to pull her impossibly closer in any way that he can — pulling at her own hips, pressing into the small of her back, sliding down to her ass and squeezing.

God, she drives him so fucking crazy — and clearly his attempts at redirection are futile, even for him, as he watches her tease him and he decides in that very second that showering is a pointless endeavor. Showering can wait. As far as he’s concerned, fucking her can’t.

“Oh, you’re really gonna play that game with me, baby?” His voice is low, sultry and raw with lust, growling directly into her ear. “I don’t think you’re in the position to tease me.”

As if to prove his point, his hips buck instinctively and he presses further against her backside, practically suppressing another moan at the gratifying release of pressure that’s almost instantaneous for him. He places one needy, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck before he composes himself — at least marginally — and pulls his lips off of her to straighten up. One of his hands that was previously wrapped around her stomach slides up her body, all the way up to her throat. Four of his fingers wrap around the base as his thumb pushes up against her chin, silently asking her to look at him.

[doctornilaybailey]

"Hey!" she exclaimed, trying to appear offended at his words. Yet, her laughter betrayed her completely. How could she be offended by his teasing when they were always laced with so much love? She wrapped her arms around his body and held close to him, humming happy as her colder body was pressed up again him, her face and chest nuzzled into his warm back. "My own personal furnace," she cooed.

The moment from before was beginning to drift away as they laughed and teased each other. She already cherished how they were able to do this; Have a moment that was uncertain and scary, yet to be able to soothe each other with laughter. It'd been a constant factor of their relationship, even long before becoming romantic. While they'd been purely friends during that first year of her and Hattie moving to Blue Harbor, he'd been able to reach inside her like no one else had ever done so before. Realizing that she'd been able to touch him the same way had been relieving. From that moment on, she knew that who he was and what they had together was special. Beautiful. And she didn't want to let go: not of him, not of them.

Fortunately, he shared that sentiment. Even while things had been scary there, he proved it. And she knew, deep down, that he would do all he could to ensure that she never forgot that again.

As soon as the rest of his garments were gone, she placed her hands on his hips. Moving ever so slightly back to look at him. Taking him in fully, completely, and being rendered speechless in the process. No matter how many times she's seen him naked and no matter how long it's been, she's always been taken completely away by him. How could one human being be so utterly gorgeous? Truly, he was created by the Greek gods themselves, from his aquiline nose and strong jaw, to his lanky yet chiseled body, to the dark, soft curls and black beard with streaks of gray and deep eyes that have captivated her since the first moment she gazed into them, to his accented voice and tone that cradled her heart ever-so tenderly, to his magnificent, musical brain and massive humour-filled, loving heart. He was, and forever will be, the most beautiful man she has, and ever will, laid her eyes on. She loved everything about him, everything he is, and everything that he could be. And to be the one who gets to love him…? No words could express the joy she felt.

Her smile grew at his own love admission, her gaze returning to his face while he kissed her temple. Her fingers tracing up and down his sides, she felt seen, understood, loved. And she was ready to return the favour to him.

Nilay watched him move back, the water cascading over him as if he were beneath a waterfall and not their showerhead. The wiggling of his fingers caused giggles to leave her lips. The woman happily taking Eli's hand. "For you? Always, handsome." She joined him in the water and sighed happily, lifting her face up with her eyes closed to feel the water droplets fall down her. She soon wiped away the water to look back at her man while her smile grew. She could spend an eternity like this with him. Still holding his hand, she moved closer and held it between them, the two chest-to-chest and intertwined hands between their hearts, while her free hand ran through his curls. Taking him in entirely, softly, before leaning in to capture his lips with a warm, gentle kiss. I love you, it said. And I'll love you long after the end of time. Long after forever, I'll love you. Needing to pull back so she could breathe, she let out a soft laugh. Her forehead pressed against his own as she whispered, "How lucky am I to get to love you and be able to kiss you whenever I want?"

📜@elijahfalvey

Elijah hadn’t noticed he’d clearly been taking far too long until he felt the cotton dress shirt slip from his shoulders, exposing the white tanktop underneath that had also been lifted effortlessly over his head. He exhaled a breathy laugh, then, clearly amused by Nilay’s impatience, as he mindlessly tossed both pieces of fabric out of their way. Making sure they found their way to the hamper was another minuscule task he’d likely forget to do later, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care in the moment. Not when his partner’s skin — soft and cool in comparison to his own, as always — was flush against the expanse of his back, when suddenly he was feeling just as impatient.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you’re a bloody icebox,” he teased lightly, finding comfort in the ease of which they were able to move on, be more like themselves again and not the shells he made them to be. “You better love me, otherwise I don’t know how you’d survive the winter.”

His nose scrunched, his tone playful, looking down at his belt as he fumbled with the buckle. The metal hooks clacked against each other as he loosened it and pulled the leather through the loops. Another article of clothing haphazardly discarded, and two more as he completely declothed, making quick work of his bottom half.

“I love you too,” he spoke as he turned, placing another quick kiss to her temple; it may have come out as an afterthought, but really it was anything but. In fact, it was the only consistent thought throughout his days — throughout these past tough months, especially. How he loved her was his crutch, his rock, his certainty. He vowed to never let her forget it after their anniversary, and so far he’d stayed true to upholding it, even if there was still more work to be done.

Once again, this was another position in which he’d gladly remain in forever, but there was only so much time before the shower temperature dipped, so he forced himself to step away and into the steaming water. It burned his skin a little, the intensity of the heat causing the surface to irritate, but it felt nice. Relaxing. He only allowed himself to really enjoy it for a second though before he maneuvered further inside, out of the path of the shower-head so that Nilay could follow behind. He extended his hand with an open palm, invitingly wiggling his fingers ever so slightly. “C’mere, pretty.”

[doctornilaybailey]

She wanted to believe that this wasn't as bad as she feared. That he was okay and wasn't detaching himself from her, that there was more to this than what her mind was trying to play at. That everything was okay. And, if it wasn't entirely, that he would let her know and then, they could work together to make things okay. Nilay just hadn't realized how much this past summer had fully impacted her until now. How there was still a part of her that had tensed up and ready to hide away, ready to believe that he was going to push her away again.

The woman didn't want to believe that. After all, it felt unfair to him to have those instincts kick right in. Though, it has still only been a month since they finally talked; They still needed time. They still needed to work out things and be patient. And she wanted to do that. She wanted to be patient. Maybe this could be something that they can talk about and figure out together what all they needed to do to work things out. A much-needed stepping stone.

Maybe, yes. But for now? She wanted to be with him. Figure everything out tomorrow.

"O-Okay," she whispered. Ready to hold him to his word, once he was ready to. She played with his hand and kept it close to her heart, feeling herself become more grounded the longer she held him and the longer they stood together in that bathroom. Whether they talk about it tonight or tomorrow, she would be ready to hear it.

In the meantime, she was ready to love him. To cover him with kisses, touching him softly, and reminding him for an endless time just how much she loves him. Just how in love with him she is. And it appeared that he had the same thought process. Nile smiled up at him softly as he tucked his fingers beneath her chin to look up at him. A sigh escaping her lips at his kiss, her other hand reaching to cup his cheek and trace her thumb over it. G-d, she could truly kiss him forever and never grow tired of it. She could be kissed by him, over and over and over again, and wanted more. More of his kisses, more of his touches, more of him. And she knew, no matter what, she would be happy.

A soft whine escaped as Eli pulled away, her pouting up at him softly before nodding. She watched him walk away and she began to undress, taking off one of his shirts that she put on after work and leggings and her underwear. She'd already taken her makeup off and clipped her hair up with a hair claw, which she took off as well and set on the counter. Walking over to her partner, she helped take off his button-up and the tank underneath. Using the opportunity to kiss his back, breathing him in and sighing softly. "I love how warm you are," she whispered. Her fingers playing with his belt loops while she kissed his back again. "I love you. Always."

📜@elijahfalvey

God, you really fucked her up, Falvey. 

It was the blaring, overwhelming thought that begun to spin incessantly around his head, antagonizing him, further drowning out the shred of reasonability that he was trying so desperately to hold his grip on. Nilay’s eyes ducked to meet the tile beneath their feet and it only got louder, while his stomach dipped for the second time that night — this time out of pure regret. I should have just fucking said it, he scolded inwardly, I should have said it, I should have said it, I should have said it.

He inhaled a sharp breath through his nose, straightening his spine. She looked so crestfallen now, dejected from his redirection, but later on, surely, he’d make peace with his choice — when he stuck to his Goddamn promise and uttered Roman’s name, when he inevitably had to hold her back from her desire to give him a real piece of her mind herself. It was for the best, he wound up repeating instead, the phantom feeling of Roman’s force against his body versus Nilay’s soft, gentle touch reminding him that it was for her own good in the end. She could hold her own, he knew that, just as much as he knew Roman wouldn’t dare make that choice, but he’d rather not allow either of them the opportunity. He’d rather just … shower, and be done with it for now.

“I will,” he reassured quietly, “After I … decompress a little, okay? I promise.” His hand entwined loosely with her own against her chest and the scrambled feeling of his insides all but dissipated thanks to her kiss, like magic. That’s how it felt, anyway. He couldn’t thank her enough. For everything.

His touch trailed merely a few inches higher, the pads of his fingers guiding her chin upwards, to give him a better angle as he leaned down once more to press his lips to hers — what she deserved when he originally walked through the door just moments ago. It was short and sweet, although he probably could have stood there forever just kissing her if the smell of his own toothpaste didn’t waft to his nose, effectively reminding him that the rest of him was likely unpleasant. To say the least.

He stole one more kiss for the road — also known as the long and treacherous trek of three feet to the open walk-in shower — before he told her, “I’ll go start it up.”

While one hand fiddled with the buttons of the dress shirt he wore, unpopping them unceremoniously one-by-one, the other reached to flip the handle for the faucet. Cold water started pouring from above and he spent a moment or two adjusting the temperature, from ‘cold’ to ‘boiling hot’ — both because he knew that she’d be, as she puts it, freezing any other way, and because he felt as if that was the only point he'd actually feel clean.

[doctornilaybailey]

Nilay could only nod. While their girls had been disappointed that he hadn't been able to join in on their nighttime routine, the excitement of seeing him in the morning made it all better. For that moment, she used that imagination to her own advantage: the thought of seeing them all together, how Eli would take care of the girls so that they could spend some time with him, and how it would all easily make up for not being there the night before. The image in her head did, admittedly, soothe her quite a bit. It was the boost she needed to remind herself to breathe. To not worry too much.

Though… Could she truly be blamed for having a twinge of fear still? There was still so much to be worked on. So much for them to talk about. As much as she wished for otherwise, they weren't back to normal. There weren't back to the way they were before. They were so much better now than over a month ago, yet the truth still remained: they're not out of the woods just yet. And right now, it seemed, proved that. The only thing is, was if they were going to take this as an opportunity to grow closer, or not. Following Elijah upstairs to their bathroom, she was waiting to see. It was a moment of truth now.

She leaned up against one of the walls, still holding onto herself protectively and watching him silently. Her eyebrows furrowed once more as he indulged in more toothpaste than normal. Did he have a dish that had used garlic quite generously? Was that it? She knew it wasn't, of course. But, for a second, she wished that it was something as trivial as that. That nothing was wrong and it was just her anxiety getting the best of her. She wanted it to be simple. Easy, so laughably easy.

But… It wasn't. The Assyriologist knew that deep down and the longer she waited, the more her thoughts became plagued with wild ideas. The raven-haired beauty could only watch, listen, and nod. She took her bottom lip between her teeth before whispering cautiously, "But… You will talk about it… right?" Either he was going to let her in or he wasn't. The choice was completely his own. Nodding, she'd been about to leave him to it and hide away in the office to mull over this when he drew closer to her. Leaving her paralyzed in her spot, looking down at the floor for a moment. She closed her eyes as he leaned in and kissed her temple. Once again, and feeling more like a bobby head than a person at this point, she nodded. Hoping that it was a promise that would be kept. She needed it to be.

Nilay still couldn't move while he asked her to join him. Her lips had pressed together, trying to keep her breathing steady, while she looked up at him again finally. After a moment, and weighing everything, she nodded. Her features softening while she carefully reached for his hand. "Okay," she whispered. Her fingers brushing over his knuckles softly before she brought it up to her lips and kissed them. Holding his hand against her chest while she gave him a gentle smile. One that she hoped he would return to her. "I haven't yet; I'd be happy to join you."

📜@elijahfalvey

Perhaps Elijah shouldn’t have been so brazen, denying Nilay the simple pleasure of a hello kiss without so much as an attempt to really explain why in the detail she deserved. The way her features fell drastically as she watched him move around the room was enough to tell him that, enough for him to regret almost immediately the way his words slipped past his lips. In the whirlwind of a second, he could see — he could tell, just because he knew her — that the events of the summer were rushing back to her mind, her fear of being cast aside gnawing at her insides like a stubborn pest she couldn’t get rid of. He did that, bringing on the nasty infestation of insecurity with his behavior, and instead of rectifying it like he should have by being completely open and honest, he simply perpetuated the reason again.

Was it the humiliation he still felt coursing through him at Roman’s hand? Self-preservation? Preserving Nilay and her feelings? Reflex, at this point, after spending so long bottling up every possible negative emotion? He wasn’t too sure, but most likely an amalgamation of everything — regardless of what it was, he had to fix it. Somehow. Even if he wasn’t exactly thrilled to break the news that Roman had sought after him for the first time in months, physically put his hands on him at that, he had to say … something of substance. His days of skirting blatantly around the truth had to come to an end, for Nilay’s sake if not his own.

“That’s good, that’s — great. I’ll leave them be, then. I’m sure they need the sleep.” The last thing he wanted to do was see them in this state, anyway; he’d set his alarm earlier than usual tomorrow to get them situated in the morning instead, when he was in a better mood. When he got these fucking clothes off, hopefully. At that thought, he ascended the stairs and dipped into their bathroom, occupying himself with gathering his nightly essentials.

The sight of his toothbrush felt like a Goddamn miracle and he had to stop himself from lathering half the tube of toothpaste on the bristles, although he probably still used more than averagely necessary. His girlfriend’s concern practically radiated off of her as he shoved the plastic stick into his mouth, brushing furiously to finally rid him of the awful taste.

“It was fine,” he murmured as he stopped, his words muddled around a glob of toothpaste. He spit into the sink and flipped the tap on to rinse the rest of it down the drain. “Uh — work, I mean. Work was alright, uneventful. The dinner …” His tone was laden with hesitance, uncertainty, and he busied his hands by cleaning up. The toothbrush was tossed back into the cup with a clink, the toothpaste shoved back into the mirror cabinet. He plucked the decorative washrag from its holder and wiped his chin before fully turning to face Nilay, to take in her features. “I … I don’t really want to talk about it right now. I just — I need to take a shower,” he admitted, his feet shuffling closer towards her, already anticipating the unpleasant reaction. Thus, damage control started before the damage could be done, hopefully easing some of her impending worries by leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. “Later?” he whispered, a promise he fully intended to keep at some point. “Maybe you could join me, for now? If … you haven’t already. I could use some company.”

[doctornilaybailey]

For a moment, things were seeming to get back to normal again. Granted, the conversation with Antonio from the other week still played in her head now and then, but she was more than okay with that being the weirdest part in everything. And Nilay knew that not everything was set right back into place, either. That wouldn't be a possibility for a much longer time. The difference, though? Compared to what seemed like endless months of uncertainty and fear? There was a possibility. It wasn't a pipe dream anymore.

There was hope. And that hope has been growing more the past month since their anniversary. There hadn't been any words that could describe how wonderful it was to be able to touch Elijah again and not fear that he would pull away from her. That they could be able to talk now. That they could simply hold each other. By g-d, she missed holding him and being held by him so much, it was indescribable.

While Nilay had been a little disappointed that he wouldn't be able to join her and the girls for dinner that night, she was proud of him for being able to work with making another musician's dream come true. That he was able to give someone what he was given years ago. She was excited to hear about everything later on that night, once they're curled up in bed together and talking about what their day was like.

Plus, it gave her the chance to spend time with the girls and the cats herself. It'd been a fun evening and even putting the girls down to bed had been easier than normal, it seemed. With their daughters sleeping away in their dreams, she'd been relaxing in the office with the cats. The boys were playing together on the floor while she sat on the couch, a book that she was going to review for her channel in her hands and Eve on her lap. The cats had been up and ready to great Eli once they heard him come back home. Nile herself couldn't help the massive grin that grew, marking her book and setting it aside so that she could greet him. "Hi, love," she mused. Ready to wrap him up in her arms and kiss him—that is, until his hands moved up to block her. She froze, her brows furrowed and bells ringing off in her head. "E-Eli?" This wasn't normal. Things weren't fine and she knew it. Which only became more obvious as he sidestep from her and her face fell. Please, no, she thought. But she tried to suppress the months-long built up of fear that tried to edge back in her mind.

She nodded at question, wrapping her arms around herself so her hands could each hold her elbows. Swallowing thickly. "They are, yes. They were really tuckered out, so it went okay." As big, dark brown eyes searched her partner's face and posture, she could feel every fiber of her being fighting over what to do. If they should ask him what's wrong or expect to be rebuffed by him once more, if this month-long hiatus from months of anxiety and fear was simply that: a hiatus, a break. As her lips pressed together, she carefully asked out, "How was work and dinner? Did everything go okay? I want to hear everything." Please… Please don't hide anything from me. Please tell me what's wrong. Please let me in. Please don't let us go back to before. Please let me in.

📜@elijahfalvey

WHERE / Elijah and Nilay's home, Deer Park.

WHEN / After Roman and Elijah's altercation at La Galleria.

WITH / Nilay Bailey — @doctornilaybailey.

Every atom that made up Elijah’s body relaxed as the soft sound of the front door latching into place clicked behind him, as he tossed his car keys onto the entryway table with a clang and released a shaky breath. Deep in the back of his throat still tasted like a heinous mixture of bile and nicotine, and he was absolutely positive that the dirty stench travelled from the public men’s room of La Galleria all the way to his own home, hitching a ride on his clothes. He wanted to gag once more, just thinking about it, reliving the short memory of his head hanging over the urine-stained toilet — fuck, he needed stop thinking about it. Roman’s words had echoed mercilessly through his mind on the drive back, like they always did — another factor that made him want to hurl all over again. Because it wasn’t e-fucking-nough that he tormented him in person, both emotionally and physically, now, at this point, he just had to stick to his every thought like a deadly parasite. He just had to pick, and pick, and pick. Even when he wasn't fucking here. The house was quieter than his mind. Much, much quieter — usually a solid indication that the two young girls retired to their bedrooms for the night, sleeping away the events of the day until light started spilling through their princess-themed curtains. Elijah wished it were that easy for him, already dreading the increasing possibility that rest would evade him in a few hours’ time, like it always fucking did after Roman Daniels verbally had his way with him. Stop, stop, stop. Stop thinking about Roman, he thought. He toed his shoes off from his feet and kicked them towards the closet, swearing to himself that he’d put them in the right place later. If he remembered. He probably wouldn’t. But sure enough, every syllable of what he said would ring through his ears — The sound of shuffling behind him broke him free from his cycle and he turned around, willing a tired smile to his face. “Hey, babe,” he greeted as his hands immediately flew into the air, like he was holding them out to stop her before she could even form a thought. “Don’t kiss me. I, uh - I need to brush my teeth first,” he warned. He knew that Nilay would likely press on it, because kissing her after a meal had never been an issue before, and she knew exactly where he’d been, but nevertheless he wasn’t about to let her so much as peck him for the sake of coming across like everything was fine. In fact, hugging was probably even equally unfair to her; he sidestepped away in the hopes she couldn’t already figure out why, just by the state of him. He began to head towards the staircase, looking up the steps curiously as he asked, “Are the, um - the girls in bed? They get to sleep okay?”

[doctornilaybailey]

Perhaps she should remain focused on the task at hand. Perhaps she shouldn't let what their other usual shower activities to resurface in her mind and control her senses. But the longer she looked at him, the longer they held onto each other, the longer they kissed each other as if their kisses were oxygen and they desperately needed to breathe, it was impossible to remain focused. She wanted him. No, more than that—she craved him. And after months of them tiptoeing each other only to now finally be back in each other's arms, she refuses to return back to what they were before. She refuses to not express just how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. She was fucking obsessed with him and wanted to show it.

And the way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, the way he held her, she knew that he felt the same way.

Nilay giggled as he chased after her kiss, rubbing the tip of her nose against his to try and placate his disappointment. Her fingers kept running through his curls before moving her hand down to cup his jaw. Her face softened at his words. "Baby," she whispered, her thumb tracing his skin. It was her turn to melt in his kiss, the message it spoke loud and clear in her mind. G-d, how she wanted to stay like this with him forever. How she was willing to do anything to stay like this forever with him. She admitted softly, "I don't know what I'd do without you, either. But… You'll never have to find that out. I promise."

It was a massive promise. But, in spite of how many times she's died, in spite of how many times he's lost her for a moment, she always came back. She refuses to leave him and their family behind.

The curator gazed up at him, nuzzling into his hands happily. At first, she giggled. Knowing what she was doing to him while one hand held onto his hip so that she could be pressed close up against his body. Yet, as his warning continued, she moaned softly. "Mm, that doesn't sound too bad," she purred. Smirking up at her partner before leaning up to take his bottom lip between her teeth and yanking gently before letting go.

They could always take an actual shower afterwards. Or they could bathe together instead. Though… There was also so many other fun ways they could use their bathtub instead.

Glancing, she sighed dramatically. Turning her back to him, she'd been ready to grab it when she "slipped" and felt back into his body. Rolling her ass against him, one hand holding onto his hip and the other on the back of his neck. Nile looking up at him with wide, "innocent" eyes and a mischievous grin. "Oops," she mused. Rolling herself back against him. "Do you still want me to grab that..? Or are you all good… Daddy?"

📜@elijahfalvey

No matter how many times Elijah’d been in this position, down to the exact tile beneath his feet that he’d been standing on — underneath the shower stream, waiting for her to follow suite — his reaction would hardly differ as she stepped into the boiling water, as droplets cascaded down her body in a way that was positively inviting his eyes to follow. She was fucking stunning, for lack of better prose; unearthly beautiful the more he’d been given the chance to see her. It was both a blessing and a curse that he got to share this intimacy, he’d decided then. A blessing because it was with her, his Nilay, but a curse in the same vein. As long as she’d exist looking that unbelievable, he’d struggle to stay on task. Like he was obsessed with her or something.

She turned around to look at him and fuck, he might as well be.

He willed himself not to ogle any longer as she pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together while his free hand — the one that hadn’t interlocked with her own — made sure it stayed that way, his fingers splayed out purposefully across the expanse of her back as he pushed his palm into it ever so slightly. Her bare skin was just as electrifying as it always was to touch, and it was alarmingly easy to get lost in her kiss. He all but happily hummed into her mouth, finally letting go of her second hand to slide his across her jaw instead. He was only a tad bit disappointed as she separated, chasing her lips as she began to speak. “Not as lucky as me,” he replied sincerely before he kissed her again, more purposeful this time. It spoke a truth he often vocalized, but it felt extra applicable tonight. “I mean it, Nils. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Both hands had travelled to her head now, holding it gently between them — like he was holding the entire world. He supposed he was.

“Fuck, stop — looking at me like that. Stop distracting me,” he demanded, his voice gruff with a rather insatiable need; one he had to control, lest they didn’t get around to any actual showering. He was fine with that in the foggy headspace he currently occupied, but he’d probably regret it later, if he didn’t start grabbing the goddamn soap. “Or else I’m just gonna wind up fucking you in here and we’re not gonna do much else.”

He had a gut feeling she knew as much, though, the glint of mischief in her eye that always formed when she encroached on his space, challenging him, telling him all he needed to know about that. The tease.

He pointed to a lonely container of body wash on the shelf, one of her expensive ones that he liked to use — on occasion. His bleak attempt at redirection. “Can you pass me that bottle, please, baby?”