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"You should have," I said, managing a small smile, "but, like I said, I stopped blaming you for all of this weeks ago. You can't shoulder the burden of everything that happens to the people you know, Sebastian. Proximity doesn't equal fault. I've forgiven you, but our relationship will never work unless you forgive yourself too."

Some of the tension drained out of his face. "You're right. The thought of you being in danger just tears me up, that's all. If I lost you..." he shook his head.

I reached out and weaved my fingers through his. "You won't. The odds may be bad, but so far, we've survived everything they've thrown at us. We'll get through this, we just need to focus." I wasn't quite as confident as all that, but I knew that he needed to hear it. If, by some miracle, we were to beat this thing, we needed to keep our eyes on the prize.

It seemed to work. After a few seconds, his jaw tightened and he nodded. "That sounds like a plan."

"But not tonight," I continued. "We can't do anything until we hear back from everyone, so tonight, let's forget all about this and just be a couple, out on a date. I want to remember what it's like to feel normal again, even if it's just for one night."

His lips gradually curled upwards. "I can do that."

And so we did. For the next two hours, we talked about everything but the lurking danger. He seemed to enjoy hearing about my antics with the girls and, thankfully, Ruth provided enough material to base an entire sitcom on. Pretty soon we were both in hysterics, our stomachs aching from laughter.

The pizza was spectacular. Thinly cut and dripping with cheese, it tasted as delicious as it did unhealthy, and it was exactly the kind of comfort food I needed.

When we'd had our fill, we caught a cab a few minutes north to the nearest cinema. Out on the street, I found myself glancing over my shoulder a few times, but nobody was paying any attention to us. It appeared Sebastian had been right. We were off the grid.

None of the films playing really looked interesting, but I didn't care. It was more the act of going to the movies than the movie itself. Something about going on such a mundane date with Sebastian pleased me immensely. It felt like the kind of date I'd have gone on with a university boyfriend. There was no fanciness to it, no expectations or desire to impress. It was just the two of us hanging out and enjoying one another's company.

We settled on some big budget sci-fi title that seemed like it might at least look impressive on the big screen. It was a relatively quiet session, with only fifteen or so other people in the cinema. We took up residence somewhere towards the back.

Within about ten minutes, I was bored. It did look spectacular, but the script sounded like it had been written by an internet chatroom bot, and every member of the cast seemed to be too busy practising Blue Steel to actually display any other facial expressions.

Apparently, Sebastian felt the same way. "Is this what counts for cinema these days?" he whispered. "It's been a while since I've been to the movies, so I'm a little out of touch."

I shook my head. "I don't go much either, but this is definitely scraping the bottom of the barrel. I'm not sure I can take another hour and a half."

His eyes took on a wicked glint. "Perhaps I can find a way to make that time a little more bearable." Lifting the armrest so there was nothing between us, he slipped closer, burying his face against my head and breathing in deeply. "I wouldn't want you to be bored," he said, in a soft throaty voice, and before I knew it, his hand was skimming gently up my leg.

I laughed at his audacity and then glanced around. There was another couple in our row, about eight seats over, and a group of three guys just a few rows in front. Nobody was paying any attention to us so far, but it wouldn't take much to change that.

"Sebastian," I said, nodding at the couple and raising my eyebrows.

He grinned like a child who knew he was about to do something naughty and just didn't care. "They're not paying attention." Pulling away momentarily, he shrugged off his jacket and threw it over both our laps. "And if they are, now all they'll see is a cold girl and her chivalrous boyfriend."

Before I could argue, his hand was climbing my thigh once more. I felt like I should keep up the pretence of resistance, but the truth was, my heart was already beating wildly, and the closer he drew to my sex, the less fighting it seemed to matter.

His fingers inched upward until they found my panties, tugging them to the side. The first touch was soft, a gentle caress from my entrance all the way up, and I felt myself grow wet almost instantly. I let out a little sigh and sunk deeper into my seat to give him better access. Taking my cue, he slipped one long finger inside me, teasing and probing until he eventually settled on my g-spot. That sudden contact sent a spike of pleasure through me, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips.

"Uh uh, quiet now," he whispered. "We wouldn't want to alert our audience."

I swallowed loudly and clamped my mouth closed, glancing around the room once more. All eyes were still fixed on the screen, although the couple in our row both looked to be wearing tighter expressions than before. Was it just the film? Or were they onto our game and simply trying to ignore us? I felt an uneasy excitement settle in my stomach, the same kind of perverse thrill I'd experienced wearing the butt plug around my office.

Sebastian stroked me with a slow, rhythmic motion, and everything began turning to liquid inside me. A second finger joined the first, and I bit back another cry, curling my hands tightly around the arm rests for fear that my movements would betray us.

"Do you like that?" Sebastian breathed into my ear. "Do you like being pleasured in a room full of people?"

I nodded quickly, not trusting myself to do more than that.

"God, you feel so good around my fingers. I wish I had something else inside you. But I can wait. I'll fuck you soon enough."

For a moment, all I could think about was having his cock inside me, but then his thumb found my clit, and all other thoughts fled. There was just his hand and the exquisite things it was doing to me. The simultaneous stimulation was incredible. I had no idea how he was so dexterous, but every motion seemed to work together in perfect harmony. A tightness began to build in my core, beckoning, begging for release.

"I want you to come for now me, Sophia, and I want you to do it without making a sound."

I wasn't sure that was going to be possible. Even with my mouth firmly shut, there were shrill little noises escaping my throat. But I sure as hell wasn't going to stop and tell him that.

With the same relentless pace, he brought me over the cusp. I buried my face against his shoulder, my whole body shaking, as though all of the cries I wasn't letting out were bouncing around inside me.

"Fuck," I said when it was over.

He glanced around. "As tempting as that sounds, I think
that
might get us noticed."

I laughed, but the suggestion made my sex clench all the same. "Perhaps we should go somewhere where we won't be noticed then," I said, running my hand slowly along the bulge in his pants

He stiffened and let out a long breath. "And miss this fine excuse for a motion picture?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Well, hey, if you don't want to..."

The intensity returned to those emerald eyes. "You know what I want?" he said, his voice a dry rasp. "I want you to watch the rest of the film and think about how hard I'm going to fuck you when it's over. I want you squirming in your seat, so wet for me I can smell it."

I swallowed loudly. Yeah, like there was any chance I could think about anything else now. "Okay," I said softly.

We did watch the rest of the film, but I'll be damned if I could tell you a single thing about it.

* * * * *

Sebastian's insistence on waiting had the desired effect. By the time we left the cinema, I was a flustered mess. Judging by the urgency in his walk, I wasn't the only one.

The moment we stepped through the door to our hotel room, I felt his body press up behind mine. My neck lolled to one side automatically, exposing the curve of my neck that I knew he was longing to kiss. He didn't disappoint, ducking his head to brush his lips softly across my skin. I let out a gentle sigh. It was an intimate position; sensual and tender. I used to think sexual familiarity was a sign that things were getting stale, but I loved those little moments with Sebastian, the understanding our bodies shared. If anything, that connection excited me more.

With reverent delicacy his mouth traced a path down one shoulder, and then the other, his fingers stroking my hips, before slinking upwards to toy with my dress straps.

"I want to look at you," he said.

"By all means," I replied.

With two gentle flicks of his wrist, my dress was tumbling to the floor. My bra followed moments later. There was a sharp intake of breath behind me, and then his arms were around me once more.

"Christ I love this position," he said, echoing my earlier thoughts. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, kneading gently, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The yearning in my veins surged, rushing to pool between my legs. "I love having your ass pressed against me while I play with you, knowing I just have to unzip myself and I'd be inside you."

I twisted my hips in response, grinding myself against him, causing his breath to falter. He was certainly ready. I could feel the strength of his excitement, hot and needy, pressing urgently through his pants. "Well I love feeling what I'm doing to you back there," I replied.

"Hmm, is that so?" he said in amusement. "Well, I would be remiss if I didn't check what I'm doing to you."

One of his hands stayed to roam my chest, but the other began to inch slowly, tantalisingly, down my stomach. He slipped inside my panties, parting my folds, my clit swelling with electricity at his touch.

"I do seem to be having the desired effect," he teased.

"That you are," I replied, squirming against him. Although there were no bonds involved, with our bodies arranged that way I was strangely helpless. I couldn't explore him as he explored me. My hands had nowhere to go but to curl around his powerful forearms while he pleasured me. He moved slowly, more a tease than anything else, but I still found my legs growing shaky beneath me.

He withdrew and spun me to face him, silencing my protest with a kiss. Now free to touch him, my hands began to roam, revelling in the coiled power of his body. I wanted to take my time, but I couldn't help but be drawn to the trembling bulge between his legs. I stroked him through the material, generating a deep vibration in the centre of his chest.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. There's something else I want you to do before I fuck you."

"Oh?"

"I want you to take a shower."

I gazed at him in bewilderment. "Do I really smell that bad?"

He favoured me with a small smile, but something in the air had shifted. This wasn't a request, it was a command. My skin prickled with anticipation.

"Not at all, I'd just prefer you were clean." There was a heaviness to his tone now, an edge I knew all too well.

"Okay," I said, the sudden rush of endorphins stealing the strength from my voice. I still found it amazing how he could do that with just a slight change in intonation, like a snake charmer mesmerising his cast.

Giving him one final squeeze, I slipped from his arms and sauntered to the bathroom, glancing back over my shoulder, enjoying watching him watch me. The lust in his eyes when he looked at my body never ceased to thrill me.

Once inside, I shut the door and removed my panties. I set the water running and adjusted the temperature before stepping inside. I knew he'd be joining me soon.

However, what happened next managed to surprise me. I heard the click of the door handle, but before I could even turn, the room was plunged into darkness. For a split second I felt a bolt of fear, but then Sebastian spoke. "On second thoughts, we're both rather filthy if you ask me. I believe we could both use a shower."

I laughed. "In the dark?"

"I don't need to see you to make you come, Sophia."

A shiver rolled down my spine. I wasn't sure I'd ever get sick of that dirty mouth. "We'll see about that," I replied, trying to sound coy. "Come on in, then. I'll wash you if you wash me."

"Deal."

In a moment, the glass door was opening and then his hard form was pressing against mine once more, only now he was naked too. The moment we touched, my confusion about the lack of light melted away. Feeling but not seeing him lent the experience a whole new kind of tactility. With my sight stolen, even the slightest contact seemed magnified a hundred times. It was like the blindfold all over again, only this time, both of us were blind.

His kiss was fiercer this time, hungrier, his hands seizing my shoulders while his tongue plundered my mouth. The pressure of his assault drove me backwards until I was pressed up against the wall, the coldness of the tiles contrasting wonderfully with the warmth of the water. He seemed at ease in the dark, but my heart was racing. Every movement, every brush of his hand, was an unexpected surprise. My body was thrumming, every nerve tingling.

Some indeterminable time later, he broke away. "I believe I promised to clean you."

"Oh, you did. You know how much of a dirty girl I am," I said in my best porno voice.

He chuckled. "That I do. Now hold still." I heard the squeeze of a lotion bottle and then something soft yet coarse began stroking my collarbone. Apparently the room came with a wash cloth.

He took his time, working his way gradually down one arm and then the other, scrubbing me with tiny circular motions. The cloth felt wonderful against my skin, a gentle scrape tempered by soap and water. I loved the sense of just being lavished upon. Sebastian may have called the shots in the bedroom, but he certainly never left me feeling neglected.

Soon, he turned his attention to my chest. "This area needs a more personal touch."