NEITHER of them said anything. Muse didn't know who moved towards the other first. Only that they were suddenly kissing. She'd thought their time on the beach had been as intense as it could get. She was wrong. Now that she knew what it felt like to have Adrien like that―wholly, completely, with no restraint―she needed her worse than she'd ever needed anything in her life.

     She didn't remember how she'd gotten to the edge of the bed, or when Adrien had closed the gap between them, standing above her. When their mouths collided, everything else vanished.

     Adrien lifted Muse off the edge of the bed, raising her onto her knees. She gripped her hips so hard she swore it'd leave bruises. Muse didn't care. She dug her fingers into Adrien's neck, over the smooth curves of her shoulders, the tenseness of her biceps. She moaned into Adrien's mouth. She had never felt urgency like this before. She wanted more. So much more.

     "Don't think," she said, gasping between kisses, "that I'm not still mad at you." She was trying―and failing―to hold onto the last semblance of her willpower.

     "Okay," Adrien breathed, fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently. 

     On her knees, Muse's legs parted slightly. She ached so badly for Adrien. She could barely think straight, let alone form words. But she forced herself to say, "You lied to me, you know?"

    "I know." Adrien's lips were on her neck. Her brain was short-circuiting. "I'm sorry."

    "I know why you lied," Muse said, panting. "But I don't know if I can forgive you." Her sanity seemed to gain hold of her in that moment. She pulled back, a hand on Adrien's chest. "Maybe this isn't a good idea."

     She knew what Adrien's tongue felt like against her. Inside her. What her hands felt like, holding her still as she came. Muse shook her head. Stop. Stop. The burning in her blood refused to cool. Her skin stung, as if her body could sense the absence of Adrien's touch. Could sense it, and despised it. 

     "Okay," Adrien repeated, breathless. And as if it took every ounce of her own willpower, she drew back as well. They stared at each other, still so close Muse could see the reflection of the wedding suite glimmering in Adrien's eyes, a black mirage.

     "Just because we love each other, doesn't mean we're good for each other."    

     Adrien didn't say anything. But Muse could see the shift of her expression, the dawning of her realization. The slow imploding she couldn't hide. 

    "Muse," she said. The word from her lips sounded less like a name and more like a prayer, falling from the lips of a sinner at the altar of a god's temple. Half-worship, half-begging.

     "Adrien."

    "There's a petal in your hair." She uttered the words so softly Muse nearly didn't hear.

    It was one of the many rose petals that had been scattered across the bed. Muse didn't move―didn't breathe, not as Adrien leaned over, with agonizing slowness. 

    Forever passed in that moment. Eternities eclipsing each other. Stars shining and shattering in that one instant. Adrien gently tucked one of Muse's curls behind her ear, grasping the rose petal between two fingers. She held it between them. A question.

     It was as if something within Muse snapped. An unleashing. Adrien dropped the rose petal, and Muse kissed her again. So hard it hurt.

    Adrien swept her off the bed. Muse hooked her legs around her, straddling her. The urgency was back in full-force, worse than ever.

    Muse's hands slid down Adrien's back, fumbling for the hem of her black tank, lifting it till she felt smooth skin and the hard muscles beneath. 

    "Off," she gasped, and Adrien complied, tossing the tank top to the floor. Her warm skin felt electric against Muse's, fuelling the desire laced in her blood. Muse moaned harder against her, almost whimpering. Her legs tightened over Adrien's hips. She could already feel the wetness between her legs. All pretence of control had been relinquished.

    Adrien spun, pinning Muse against the wall next to the bathroom. Muse ground herself against Adrien, aching and desperate―so desperate to feel her.

    "I like your pyjamas," Adrien said, out of breath. "Have I ever told you that? I love them. You always look so . . ."

    "The silk feels nice," Muse replied, her voice too high-pitched. She had a set of slip dresses she used exclusively for sleeping. They all had a heart-shaped neckline, and barely touched her thighs. "I thought they were cute. I bought them a couple years ago."

    "They are cute," Adrien murmured, pushing the dress up around Muse's hips. "They're really cute―Jesus." 

    Muse hadn't put on underwear. Adrien's fingers between her legs confirmed it, brushing against that growing wetness.

   "Fuck," Adrien groaned. "Fuck. You're dripping down your thighs."

    A nod was Muse's only reply. She bit down on a moan as Adrien slipped inside of her, and she dug her nails harder into the nape of Adrien's neck, raking them down her back. It felt like an undoing, a ruining. She lost herself completely, as Adrien slid in and out of her at that angle, so deeply―

    Muse's legs trembled as she came, locking around Adrien like a vice. Her back hit the wall, her head thrown back. Adrien kissed the crook of her shoulder, the juncture where neck met collarbone. Stars sparked in Muse's vision. Adrien  kept sliding in and out of her even as Muse came again, her body shuddering.

    "Fuck." The word tore from Muse's throat, not entirely human.

    Adrien smirked against her lips, her voice rough as she said, "You can take it, baby." 

    Muse didn't realize they had moved along the wall until they had crossed the threshold of the bathroom door. Her legs were still around Adrien, her back now against the floor-to-ceiling mirror. 

     With her other hand, Adrien lifted Muse's leg higher against her side, fucking her even deeper.

    "God," Muse said, her eyes rolling back.

    She came so hard her moans sounded raw even to her own ears, her spine arching against the mirror. She clawed at Adrien, wild and frenzied. 

     Adrien slipped her two fingers out of Muse, and set her down gently. 

    "I want to eat you out so fucking badly," she said.

    She brought her fingers―slick with Muse's wetness―slowly up to her lips. Still holding Muse's eyes, she placed them both in her mouth and sucked.

    "You taste so good it's fucking crazy." 

     Muse whimpered as Adrien got down on her knees on the marble tile.

     The look in her eyes reminded Muse of that night in the waterpark. Adrien kneeling before her, her eyes bright, almost reverent.

    Adrien parted Muse's legs, lifting one onto her shoulder. Her breath was so warm, and Muse was so sensitive. The slightest touch had her desperate for more. She clutched at Adrien's neck, pleading. More, more.

    "I've had enough teasing for tonight," she moaned. 

    Adrien grinned. The first lick of her tongue against Muse was even better than before. Muse's legs had already begun trembling against her will, Adrien's hand firm on her thigh. Keeping her steady as she began to breathe faster, her moans escaping her. Muse didn't know how to explain it, but Adrien licked like she was ravenous. Like she was starving. Like she never wanted to do anything else again in her lifetime.

    The sight of her head buried between Muse's legs, on her knees, and that look in her eyes―God, that look in her eyes―it was too much. Muse's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, everything within her exploding. She fought so hard to close her legs, but Adrien continued licking her, and she came again so fast she nearly fell.

    The mirror shattered behind her.

    Glass fell like pouring rain. Muse didn't feel it, not as Adrien reached for her and swivelled them around, placing Muse behind her like she were a shield. 

    Breathing hard, Muse said, "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to―"

   "Don't worry about it. Are you hurt?"

   "No, I don't think so―but I'm so sorry―I should've―"

   Adrien laughed softly in her ear. "I own everything in this resort, right down to the spoons. I promise, I'll have this replaced tomorrow."

    She picked Muse up again, so effortlessly it was as if Muse were nothing more than a stuffed animal to her. Making her way over the fallen glass, she lowered Muse onto the floor of the wedding suite, outside of the bathroom.

   "Are you hurt?" Muse asked.

   Adrien shook her head, that half-smile still on her face. "I'm fine. Won't be fun sleeping in there, though."

   "You can't sleep in the bathtub anymore," Muse blurted out. "I mean. Because of the glass. You might forget when you wake up and hurt yourself."

    "I'll be okay, Muse. Pretty sure the glass didn't reach the bathtub."

    "No, that's ridiculous. The bed is huge. Way bigger than a king size. We'll be so far apart anyway."

    "I don't mind, I promise."

    "No, it would be stupid." Muse grabbed Adrien, lightly squeezing her forearm a few times for emphasis―more than was probably necessary. "I insist. I'll build a pillow wall. It'll be okay."

    At the mention of a pillow wall, something dimmed in Adrien's eyes. Muse wished she could unsee it.

    But Adrien only let out a soft laugh, her expression shuttering into cool amusement. "Okay. If you insist."

***

Somebody please warp time to December 11 (when I see my gf next). I haven't seen my gf in an eternity (two weeks). 

From the moon and back,
Sarai