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After Nico’s farewell party, everyone had ended up exhausted. The guys had gone directly to bed and Simón had done so as well, but he couldn’t sleep. First Gary had kicked them out of the loft, and although the Valentes were as nice as to let them live there for a couple of days, they still needed to find another place to live, which had him worried. Then Nico had chosen to go to New York with Ada, and even though he was happy for him, he was gonna miss him a lot. Also, that left the Roller Band with minus a bass player.
After like an hour of tossing and turning, he decided to go down to the kitchen and serve himself some milk or something. He stood up and closed the door of his bedroom as quietly as he could before making his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. As he came near, he noticed the light was on, which caught his attention, and when he reached the door and looked inside, he was even more surprised.
“Ámbar?”
The blonde, who had been checking one of the cupboards, startled a little and turned around to the sound of his voice.
“Simón, you scared me,” she said, moving a hand to her chest. Which was barely covered because her black nightdress had a big cleavage that the robe hanging open from her shoulders didn’t cover. Not like he noticed. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same,” he replied. After all, she had gotten there first.
She gave a small shrug. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came here to grab something.”
“Oh. Same here,” he uttered, amazed by how in synch they were.
“Really?” She asked, apparently thinking the same thing. A coquettish smile appeared on her face. “Great then. Come on in. I’ll serve us some tea.”
She turned around to grab a tea box from one of the cupboards.
Simón scratched the back of his neck, unsure. “Uh… no.” He cleared his throat. “No, I better go back to bed, it’s late.”
Ámbar spun around to face him. “Oh, come on. You just said you couldn’t sleep and that’s why you came here,” she argued. When she noticed his stance, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her smile grew a challenging flair. “…Or are you afraid of me?”
He squared his shoulders. “No.” Not exactly.
“Good. There’s no problem then.” She turned around to fill the kettle with water. “I mean, what could I possibly do?” She half-laughed.
That was the problem— She didn’t need to do anything; her sole presence was tempting. The robe she was wearing was quite transparent, so much so that he actually doubted it even shielded her from the cold at all. He could distinguish every curve under the soft material of her nightdress, which did nothing to cover her long legs, which seemed even softer to the touch…
Stop staring!
Simón cleared his throat again, wishing he could clear his mind just as easily, and stepped inside the kitchen. He leaned against one of the counters— the one further from her. Better to keep his distance, he thought.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Ámbar after she left the kettle over the stove and saw him on the other side of the room.
“Really? You’re gonna stand all the way over there?”
Fine, maybe he was overdoing it.
Deciding it was better to just act unaffected, he moved closer, now leaning against the middle counter. Ámbar inched closer too, leaning her hip on the counter next to him as she looked at him.
“So. What kept you up?” She asked.
He shrugged. “Just some things.”
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. He guessed there was no point in hiding it.
“I’m just sad about Nico. I mean, not sad. I’m happy for him, really; this is a huge opportunity for him. But after all the time we’ve been together, he was starting to feel like a brother to me. I’m gonna miss him a lot.”
She nodded, humming a little in understanding. “I get it. He was never my friend but, it’s going to be weird not seeing him around anymore. Must be very tough for you.”
He sighed, downhearted. “Yeah. And there’s also the issue of finding a new place to live. We can’t just stay here forever, eventually we have to find another apartment or something we can afford.”
“Well I, for one, would be more than happy to have you live here forever,” she said.
Simón laughed. “Don’t lie, Ámbar. I’m sure you find it annoying to have so many people over.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t talking about everyone, I was talking about you.”
The humor left him. More like it was knocked out of him as his breath momentarily caught. Their eyes locked for some seconds before Simón averted his gaze, looking down to his hands instead. Ámbar used his silence to keep talking.
“You said earlier that you would’ve liked us living together under different circumstances. You never got to explain what you meant by that,” she ventured as she moved a little closer.
“Yeah, because your boyfriend showed up,” he noted out of impulse, and immediately regretted it because her eyes shined with interest. And something else. Something dangerous.
“Is that one of the things you’d like to be different?” She questioned, her blue eyes looking directly into his. “Me not being with Benicio?”
Simón took a deep breath, trying not to show anything under her piercing stare. He stopped leaning against the counter and instead stood straight, facing her fully. “Ámbar, you can date whoever you want. Really. But Benicio is… he’s not good for you. He’s a bad person, a bad influence, and you need to surround yourself with people that are a positive contribution to your life.”
“Like you?” She guessed as she too moved right in front of him. Their eyes never left each other. He couldn’t look away even if he tried. “…If we were together, would you be happier to be living under the same roof as me?”
“That will never happen—”
“I said if,” she pointed out. She took one more step closer, leaving them standing face to face. “Let’s fantasize a little, Simón. If we were here, in the middle of the night, without having to care about what anyone else would think… What would you do?”
She was speaking in a low, sultry voice, and the look she was giving him made it hard to think, made it hard to form words.
“I…” He gulped. His voiced sounded deeper than usual, and his heart was speeding inside his chest. “I wouldn’t do anything. I just… would be here with you.”
“Really?” She muttered, inching her face closer, and suddenly, it was also hard to breathe. “Because I can think of a few things. And I could bet by the look on your face that you’re thinking the same.”
“Ámbar…” He all but whimpered.
“Yes, Simón?” She breathed, just a few centimeters from his lips, and that was when his willpower broke.
His eyes fell close as he leaned the rest of the way, molding her lips against his own. It had been so long— too long since he last kissed her, but it felt just as good as the first time, maybe even more. His hands automatically came up to drown in her hair and pull her closer, crashing her mouth against his because he had been dying to do this for months.
Ámbar kissed him back with fervor as her hands grabbed handfuls of his hair, using her hold to angle his head as she wished. It wasn’t long before she dragged her tongue over his lower lip, slowly, making him groan. He opened his mouth so their tongues could find each other, and the moment they touched and started tangling together, it was like his whole body set aflame. He had to suppress a moan for how divine it felt, her taste driving him crazy.
With his hands on her hips, he turned them around, pressing her against the counter until her body was flat against his. Her hands were roaming his back and he couldn’t help but touch her too. His hands travelled her sides, from the contour of her breasts to the smooth skin of her legs. He had been right, they were soft under his touch, and as his fingers moved over them, the cold of his rings made her shiver and a moan escaped her lips. The sound went directly to his groin like a shudder of electricity. It made him desperate, almost distressed. A frenzy took over him, so strong that he couldn’t control it.
He needed more.
In one swift move, he grabbed her by the back of her thighs and lifted her up, placing her on top of the counter. Her legs wrapped around his hips automatically as she continued to kiss him hard, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth as her hands slid under his t-shirt to roam his abs. His own moved even higher up her thighs, dragging the edge of her nightdress to her hips as he grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. Ámbar moaned when she felt him hard between her legs and immediately rolled her hips against his, seeking relief.
“Ámbar,” he groaned, a low, raspy sound that he almost didn’t recognize as his own voice.
He felt liquid fire coursing through his veins as he thrusted up, following her movements, a delicious friction forming between their bodies. He was lost, completely lost in her. His hands moved up again towards her waist, slowly making their way to her breasts as her own grabbed the edge of his t-shirt to pull it up.
And then the kettle started beeping.
The sound was so loud in the otherwise silent night that they broke apart at once, both breathless and wide-eyed.
Simón pulled his hands out of her nightdress as quick as if she had burned him and took some steps back, leaning against the kitchen island behind him for support. Ámbar got off the counter and turned off the wheezing kettle next to her as fast as her wobbling legs allowed her.
All that followed was deafening silence.
After what felt like a whole minute, Ámbar finally turned around to face him.
“Simón—”
“Don’t,” he cut her off hastily as she took a step towards him. He moved back, away from her; he didn’t even look up. “Don’t come any closer.”
Ámbar’s dejected voice reached his ears. “Why not?”
His head snapped up at hearing that. “Why not? Why not?!” He yelled in incredulity, but only in whispers because he feared that the kettle had already woken everyone up.
He started pacing, his hands rummaging through his hair furiously as he berated himself. “God, Ámbar what are we doing? You’re dating Benicio!”
Her eyes widened. “No, I’m not! I—”
“What? You’re telling me that he goes around calling himself your boyfriend for nothing?” He said wryly. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Ámbar.”
He may have lost his sanity for a moment there but it was certainly back, and no matter how much he despised Benicio, he was not going to play with his feelings. Or anyone else’s.
She shook her head and moved closer to him once more, earnest. “No, Benicio started calling himself that on his own, I never said anything about dating!”
“But you didn’t stop it,” he pointed out. “You didn’t deny it and for him it’s real, so it’s the same thing, Ámbar!” Simón shook his head, closing his eyes in frustration, and before she could say anything else, he spun around. “I gotta go.”
Ámbar hurried to catch him before he could leave, grabbing him by his upper arm. “Wait, no, Simón—”
He turned to her with a beaten expression, his voice tired. “Ámbar, didn’t you get what you wanted already? Now let me go.”
She shot him a look, offended.
“What I wanted?” She repeated, and this time it was her voice that was drowned in disbelief. “Simón, don’t act like it was all my doing, I didn’t throw myself at you!”
“No, but you get some sick satisfaction out of provoking me!” He countered. “You are taking advantage of what I feel for you, and that’s not okay, Ámbar!” He accused, pointing his finger as he did.
Ámbar watched him for long seconds, the look in her eyes changing.
“…What you feel for me?”
Simón’s head drew back and he gulped, realizing what he had said. He straightened as their eyes danced, and the more they stared into each other, the more he felt his heart speed up.
“What do you feel for me?” She asked in a small voice. Was it fear what he saw in her eyes? Hope? Both?
He tensed his jaw, his traitorous heart screaming at him to say, Everything. I feel everything for you.
But he had done enough stupid things for the night.
He took a step back. “I’m going to bed.”
He turned to leave again, walking towards the kitchen door.
Ámbar followed him. “No, Simón, answer m—”
“Ámbar, I’m serious,” he declared, spinning around and shooting her down with a grave look. “I’m not gonna answer that or anything else because, this?” He gestured between them. “Never should’ve happened. And it’s not gonna happen again.”
He saw her eyes turn sad and he felt a pang in his chest, but his tone was final; he was resolute.
When he moved away this time, she didn’t stop him.
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