The tropical storm outside muffled the sounds of their hurried steps down through the quiet building.

There was a unspoken rule that the counselors couldnt spend the night in eachothers rooms of the opposite sex. Mainly to set an example for the children and teens they looked after and to avoid any drama ,which had been an issue in the past.

But tonight was different for a few reasons.

One being the summer program was over at the camp and all of the children had returned home.

Second reason: a massive thunderstorm had been brewing, meaning the area would most likely flood . Although in a less effected area, it made it pointless to go anywhere beyond the camp since driving would be risky.

And our third and most important reason: Every time a storm hit, the power went out.
Which meant the cameras were as well.

Thunder shakes the walls of the small counselors building, making Demi jump and clutch Seokjin's hand tighter as she looked around. He had been thoroughly amused at the way Demi's head was on a persistent swivel as the two crept onto the floor of his dorm and he furrows his brow with a smirk as he looked back at her again.

His hair shined beneath the lightning's flash that was visible from the various windows they passed along the way, drenched and dripping from running through the rain.

"Why are you so jumpy?" He says lowly, chuckling at her anxious expression. Similarly to him, she is soaked and her work clothes clung to her body. Which made it particularly difficult not to notice her lace black bra underneath the thin yellow v-neck. Seokjin did his best not to stare though.

"Because we're gonna get caught..." she whispers harshly and he shakes his head with amusement before pulling her ahead of him.

"Not if you be quiet..come on..its this way."

Demi stumbles forward as they approach the last door on the left side of the hall. She keeps watch as Seokjin uses his given key as he opens it, placing his hand at the small of Demi's back to encourage her to enter before following.

Since the summer began, she did her best to resist Seokjin's charms. From meeting him as a freshman and finding him to be obnoxious, to watching him go through a change after he pledged Gamma and seeming to come into his own form of manhood.

He was still obnoxious but in an endearing way.

It was the second summer she spent volunteering in Costa Rica and they were placed at the same youth camp.

Him being on athletics assistance while Demi took part in organizing activities for the younger children with arts and music. Between team building activities amongst the counselors, lingering glances at meal times in the commons area, or the few moments they were alone in passing...

Demi couldn't avoid him any more than she wanted to.

Thus starting their tryst that would carry on from here and a summer ahead.

The counselor's dorms were nothing grand but it was interesting for Demi to see how the guys side differed from the girls. 

The standard room was quaint and surprisingly neat, the only furnishings being the two single beds on opposite sides of the room, two desks and corresponding wardrobes for their clothes. The scent of such, wood and fresh linen, welcomes them as Seokjin opened the door.

It was too dark to see much as they entered, the only light coming from the lightning that flashed behind the curtained window ahead.

Both of them remove their shoes and dripping socks to leave at the door and Demi squints through the darkness as Seokjin turns back to lock the door behind them.

He then leaves her there to begin rummaging around in the dark until the soft flick of a lighter could be heard in the shadows. Thats when the shielded glow of the candle was visible, held carefully in Seokjin's steady hand as he set it back down.

Thats when Demi notices the full sized bed pushed to the center of the room, assumably comprised of the two single beds put together. Her brow furrows curiously at the change and she quickly looks to Seokjin as he continued lighting candles.

"Um....wheres your roommate?" She asks.

Even though the kids were gone, many counselors hung back on a volunteer basis to help clean and prep for the next season before heading back to their home countries.

"He left yesterday.." He mutters distractedly as he lit another candle.

As if he'd prepared for this, the entire room was now lightened attractively by several scattered flames. Some of them were scented, only adding to the unexpected ambiance.

"Ok.." he exhales after lighting the final one on his bedside desk.

"That should do it.." he mutters, setting the lighter down beside it. He turns to Demi, who remained near the door looking as if she'd walked through a monsoon with her naturally curly hair pulled back and dripping from the ends at her her temple and nape. Her arms hugged her body as if she were cold despite the humidity.

"Wow. This is....um.." she begins, pausing when Seokjin steps towards her. He reaches out to grasp her wrist thats tucked beneath her arm and interlocks their fingers to pull her closer to his chest.

"What.....Romantic?" he smirks down at her warmly. She gazes up to meet his eyes and finds herself lost in his deeply brown irises that the reflected the tiny flames surrounding them.

As well as the flames in her heart. She smirks shyly, pulling her bottom lip in as she gave the set up another glance .

"It's.....something." she nods and Seokjin scoffs humorously before he reaching up with his other hand to pinch Demi's chin softly between his thumb and index finger, coaxing her to turn her head so that she was back looking up at him. His lips part slightly and he stoops his neck to kiss the center of her forehead.

The tenderness of his lips has Demi's eyes fluttering shut for as long as she felt them against her.

"Well..." he pulls back only to kiss her brow.

"I had a feeling..."

Then bridge of her nose...

"...the power would go out with this storm.."

The tip of her nose.

She blushes at the sweetness of his feather soft lips agaisnt her skin, as well as the warmth of his breath so close to her lips.

"..so I came prepared.." he whispers softly, kissing her cupid's bow just barely.

Demi's breath hitches and Seokjin lingers there as his hand comes down to rest on the side of her neck

"So..you planned for this." She says as Seokjin brushed his thumb over her throat and his tiny chuckle blows warmth against his skin as his lips hovered near hers.

He smiles.

"Duh." He says deeply, making her smile.

By now, Demi was thoroughly aroused by his gentle teasing and when he tilts his head with his lips still hovering over hers, her eyelids droop in anticupation. Knowing what she was expecting, Seokjin finally allows their mouths to touch.

Like the few kisses they shared recently, they all elicited the same physical response.

A calming warmth fills her body, unlike the fluttering butterflies a girl usually experiences when being kissed. Seokjin's kisses were never urgent or imposing as she expected from him. They were inviting, always giving Demi the choice of whether she wanted to lead or follow his pace.

His kiss is sensual.

Only lips at first. Chaste and sinuous at the same time. Since both of them have full pouts, the soft sound of their smooches become the loudest thing in the room apart from the thunder. At least until Seokjin takes the lead and parts Demi's lips with his tongue, pulling her into him with his hand at the back of her neck.

The taste of him alone has her moaning softly and he grips the hem of her fully saturated shirt with his other hand, using it to secure her against him.

"Ive held back alot this summer..and I know you have too." He pauses to murmur against her lips and his kiss trails off to coast down her cheek and jawline, stooping to nuzzle her neck.

"H..have you?" Demi asks, her eyes fluttering shut when Seokjin sucks gently at her skin. He hums affirmatively, his tone vibrating against her and he boldly slides his hand beneath her shirt to caress her waist.

He tastes the rain from her skin as he travels down to kiss as far as he can before being hindered by her collar, pulling at it so that he could kiss her shoulder.

Seokjin pulls away and lifts his head to gaze down at her blissful face, saying nothing for a moment before releasing her waist and neck. Demi's eyes remain on his as he reached up to carefully peel his wet tee from his body. He tosses it aside before stepping back in to gently caress Demi's face, holding her in his deep stare.

"So are you done now?..." he asks. His tone is soft and the sincerity in his eyes lets Demi know that this was as vulnerable she's ever seen him. Telling her with his eyes that he wanted her and needed her to want him too. Even for just this moment.

Demi's expression falters as her brow creased slightly at the way Seokjin looked at her, searching his eyes for her response.

"Yes.." she says just above a whisper and Seokjin exhales in relief.

"Good...because I don't want to. I never did..." he responds in a similar tone of voice. Seokjin

"Well...now what?" She asks breathily and Seokjin ponders it for a beat, biting the inner flesh of his bottom lip as his eyes fell to the dip in her wet v-neck.

"I just wanna make you feel...so good. Better than anyone else...and I wanna see you...every bit of you. If you'll let me." He swallows his apprehension at the last portion of his response, silently hoping that she wouldn't reject him or toy with him as she had been over the last few months.

She'd be a fool to deny what was in her face. He had feelings for her and he'd done his best to give Demi control over the situation. But he never expected to fall for her this summer, as she hadn't expected to do the same.

"What are you waiting for then?" She says after making him wait and before she could take another breath, Seokjin was peeling the ruined garment from her torso. She allows him to carefully pull it over her head,shivering a little now that she was in only her jean shorts and bra.

From there , they undressed each other slowly and their hands explored every inch of each others skin in the dimness. Slowly. Getting familiar with the flesh they'd imagined to be just as smooth to the touch in their day dreams.

With a softness that's equal to his coaxing fingertips trailing over her bare shoulders, both of his hands gently encircle Demi's neck again. She shivers slightly beneath his touch, now standing fully nude before eachother and Seokjin smiles softly at the goosebumps rising in his wake. He caresses her jaw gently as he guided her to look him in the eye, his sparkling irises seeking her acceptance before leaning in to kiss her once more

For it to be their first time together, one could assume this moment was most anticipated.

The heat between them was heightened by the humidity in the small room and from the door to the bed, Seokjin held Demi with a protective gentleness she'd never experienced with a man before.

After laying her down, he worshipped every part of her that ached for his touch and she has to cover her mouth to keep from moaning louder than the wind and thunder outside.

But how could she?

It was as if he knew her better than she did and each experienced flick of his tongue, stroke if his finger or kiss from his wet lips were placed exactly where they were supposed to be. As if he'd done this with her in another life...

Once he's settled himself between her legs and made sure he's applied the condom properly, Seokjin eases himself into her slowly. Demi's brow furrows slightly at the pressure of Seokjin entering her and makes her gasp silently once he bottomed out.

And then he moves.

Rolling his hips.

Rocking into her with his eyes fixed on hers softly.

Leaning in to kiss her sloppily as he upped his the pressure of his strokes little by little.

He slows the fervor of his kisses as his mouth hung open in reaction to how she felt.

The care he takes has him straining, his core trembling from the restraint. But he doesn't want to rush this. He wants to savor every second as he stretched her steadily. Once he's sure he's as deep as their bodies would allow him, Seokjin pulls back just enough so that the delicious traction between them has Demi's breath quickening.

His leisurely pace picks up gradually, keeping his chest against hers as if he were afraid she would vanish beneath him if he moved.

But with the combined sensations of her warmth around him, her nails trailing over his back and her ankles crossing to lock him within her, Seokjin gives up on holding back. She had to feel him in every way he needed her to.

She had to know..

Their moans are a sonata, the harmony of their bodies becoming one in the eye of the storm.

Calm and moving.

Pushing each other higher..

And higher..

Until..