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A pulse, your pulse, it's the only thing I can remember
There were many rumours about Eyk Larsen circulating in Prometheus Inc. Ones were more terrible and cruel than the others. But one way or another his mysterious figure was occupying the minds of all Prometheans, and Maura wasn’t the exception.
One thing they knew for sure was that Eyk Larsen had been divorced for five years now. Some people were saying that he abandoned his pregnant wife, others that they broke up right after their child was born, and he dumped them because he was a workaholic who hated children, others claimed that he cheated on his pregnant wife and she was the one who filed for the divorce.
Virginia, the head of HR, who was responsible for a lot of streams of gossip that were flooding in the company, confirmed via Facebook that he and his ex-wife had a child shortly before the divorce. And after that Eyk moved from Germany and hadn’t visited his country for the last couple of years. He had never asked his assistant Olek to book his tickets there or book the tickets for the woman and the child to London for that matter. And they also found out that recently his ex-wife married a ginger man.
The rumours did travel fast and everyone in the industry was aware of Eyk’s reputation, but it didn’t stop women at the numerous conferences, where he was welcomed as guest and speaker, from hanging themselves on him. Olek told everyone that Eyk occasionally had reservations in the fanciest hotels of London. Maura irritatingly thought that women should show more solidarity with each other and didn’t condone men who treated other women so badly. Probably he had children from many women all over Europe which he abandoned, not like it was any of her business and should concern her.
When Tove got pregnant and was going on maternity leave, she was so afraid to tell him, and she was convinced that he would find a way to fire her against all European laws. But he didn’t say anything and the next day he gave the order to the HR department to provide Tove extra weeks off and work out her current schedule to make it more flexible for her. Tove joked that it was because he saw her husband Franz a couple of times and he was scared of him.
Virginia also said that apparently he hated gays, but no homophobe would hire in the company so many queer people. Krester told how Eyk once stumbled on him and Ángel having sex in the office after work, and he said nothing the next day. Maura wished she would know less details about their sex life, especially that one regarding the office. She thought that some people should respect others' boundaries and common spaces more. And she even felt pity for Eyk. Others didn’t care that much about it and seemed unbothered — they valued interesting gossip more than their own comfort.
Eyk Larsen was a genius, but he really was hard to work with, and sometimes he was giving everyone a hard time, and Prometheans hated him. He could change the direction of the whole project right before it had to be finished, and people had to go and redo and redesign things, or in the worst-case scenario — start the whole research from the very beginning. He tortured people with edits, demanding perfection. But his ideas were always good, and he helped to improve a lot of things, and eventually their developments were the best in the industry. And for some unknown reason, investors loved him and generously provided a lot of money for their robotics and simulations projects, and it was paid very well, and Prometheans learnt to tolerate his demeanour and approach.
Maura honestly didn’t know how she felt about him. He had a brilliant mind, but a lot of the time he was insufferable, and she couldn’t respect a man who abandoned his wife and a baby so cruelly. She always fought him when he asked her and her team to make changes in their parts of the project, defending her right to do things her way. They could spend hours arguing about the direction and methods they would use. Maura couldn’t give up and let him make her and her team redo things when they spent months developing them, and they were working perfectly fine, but not perfect enough for him. Occasionally, Ángel couldn't take it anymore and left in the middle of their meetings, saying that they should call him when they settled and came to a conclusion, until then he was out.
When she stayed up late into the night, developing her projects and doing research, he forced her to go home and he was the one who drove her to her house. Sometimes they continued arguing, sometimes it was civilised discussions which most of their colleagues would be surprised to hear. Sometimes they were so tired that the soothing silence settled between them. In these moments, she threw on him quick glances like he was some mystery that she was trying to unravel. And from time to time she felt on herself the same fleeting looks, maybe he tried to guess her out as well. But their eyes never met in those moments, and the secrecy of what was happening in each other's minds remained.
It was high summer, and finally the good weather had come, and Maura was glad to put on jeans and a light linen shirt. She was giving a presentation regarding their latest developments.
She asked Eyk what his thoughts were on the changes they made, but he looked completely lost, like he was somewhere else.
“Eyk, didn’t you listen to what I said?” she said annoyingly.
“Maura, I’m sorry, could you repeat, please,” his voice sounded so husky when he spoke. He took the bottle from the table and took a couple of thirsty sips. Maura had to shake her head, trying not to look spellbound at the way his lips were touching the bottleneck. She forced herself to avert her gaze and took a deep breath.
“I wish you were taking seriously what I’m saying,” she was irritated.
“I am. Maura, please continue,” he said, and she wished he didn’t speak her name like that, so sensually, in one breath, but emphasising the syllables.
Maura rolled her eyes and continued her presentation.
She approached him after that meeting
“Should my team continue to work in that direction?” she asked. “You didn’t provide us with enough feedback on this one.”
“Maura, please e-mail me your presentation with all the data, I need to check it one more time,” he didn’t look at her, he was going through some papers on his desk.
“But we ran enough tests, and our results are good. You’re the one who wasn’t listening,” she kept pushing. She spent many hours on that presentation, not for him to disregard her like that, and didn’t listen to her.
He said something unintelligible.
“Are you okay?” she asked, coming closer to him, and touching his arm. He immediately flinched, not expecting her to come this close. For a brief moment,
his gaze went from her hand touching his, to her eyes and back to their hands, and he abruptly
recoiled back from her like she was contagious. He acted very weirdly today.
“Yes, I’m fine, just tired. Sorry, I have another important meeting now,” and he sprinted from his cabinet, leaving her absolutely clueless and mad at him like she and this meeting were not important at all.
It was later that day when Clémence sent her a photo of her from that presentation. Fuck, she didn’t realise that the projector was directed straight at her, and her breasts were showing off so vividly through her translucent blouse that it was nothing left to the imagination. Maura internally cursed. Clémence joked that thank gods Daniel was in another team and wasn’t present at that meeting because the poor guy would’ve lost his mind completely.
It was no secret to anyone that he had a crush on her, and all the jokes about him were getting on her nerves. He was a good guy, and everyone liked him in the company, but sometimes he irritated her with his politeness and striving to do everything right, to fix every single little thing. He was also a perfectionist, as Eyk was, but a different kind of one. Sometimes he got stuck in details that didn’t see the whole picture, spending so much time trying to improve one little thing. He also was the type of person who meticulously interrogated the waiters in the cafe near the office, asking the exact way they were preparing the meal and telling them after that they were doing it wrong.
She wished he could stop asking her out in his polite ways. Once he accidentally had extra tickets to the concert of her favourite band or the reservations in her favourite restaurant. And he always had this sad face when she said that she couldn’t go out with him. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t following her hints, and even after almost three years kept doing this. And not once she agreed to his offers to drive her home.
A week later Maura burst into the office and headed directly into Eyk’s cabinet.
“We won’t be fixing this,” she threw the pile of papers on his table.
He slowly raised his eyes on her.
“Maura, it’s not safe. The changes have to be made,” he sounded tired like he had this argument with her over a thousand times already, and he leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Why didn't you notice it a couple of months ago, when we started to work on this?”, she crossed her hands on her chest.
“Because we didn’t have enough data to back this up, and now we have enough to prove it,” he retorted.
“Why can't we just make a few changes to adjust it to the requirements, why do we have to rework the entire code?”
“Because the other way simulation wouldn’t be stable. We need this to be safe,” his tone was an indicator that he wouldn’t tolerate any objections.
He stood from the chair, taking his laptop.
“If you excuse me, people in the lab are waiting for me,” he shortly said, walking past her.
She was going to explode from anger, he was ignoring her again and tried to just shake her off like she was useless. He was going to the door when she grabbed his wrist, turning him to her.
“You don’t understand, I can’t go back and make changes. It’s the months of work that you by the way approved”
They stood so close, their eyes intensively studying each other like it was some silent battle unfolding between them. She felt how his pulse was speeding up under her fingers, and her own breath quickened.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said and walked away from her.
She hated him, but most of all she hated how her body reacted to him even now.
***
It was a chill and rainy morning, and Maura wore a two-piece suit, which consisted of a blazer and long skirt with a cut to the middle of her thigh. Their company didn’t have a dress code, but she hoped that maybe in the corporate clothes, certain people would take her more seriously and actually listen to her.
Maura stepped into the elevator and pressed the 30-floor button. Before the door closed, someone managed to jump in. It was
him
. Maura sighed. Excellent, now she had to spend the whole two minutes alone with him in awkward silence.
“Good morning, Maura,” he tried to sound friendly.
“Good Morning, Eyk,” she answered him as coldly as she could, not looking at him, but right in front of her, like it was something very interesting displaying at the elevator’s doors.
“I know you're mad at me,” he started.
“I'm not gonna reverse the months of my work and work of my team,” she couldn’t keep up with her anger and finally turned to him.
“Maura, you know that I’m right,” his voice was calm but adamant in his decision.
“You still could have noticed it earlier and told us,” she fired back.
“You made a hypothesis, you took a risk, and it didn't work out in the end. It’s okay. It’s part of our job,” he was scolding her like she was a little kid and it infuriated her even more.
She took a step towards him, interfering in his personal space, mirroring his habit. He did this so many times when he tried to prove his point and felt the need to show off his authority. His familiar smell of the faint smoke of tobacco mixed with the fresh breeze perfume enveloped her.
“It’s just the first layer of the simulation, we could re-work part of the code to make it more stable.”
“Exactly, Maura, it’s the first layer. The foundation of everything. It should be secure and solid,” he didn’t take a step back, but somehow moved even closer, almost looming over her. And this way she had to raise her head slightly so she could look him straight in the eyes.
“We could build the back-up level, it would be faster,” she was putting a lot of effort to look him in the eyes and not to lower her gaze to his lips.
“Are you willing to put people’s lives at risk?” his voice deepened, and dangerous notes slipped through his tone.
“Do you understand how much money it would cost the company? They won’t agree,” she dodged his question.
“Maura, I don’t care how fast they want to launch the product and how much money they want to save. It doesn’t work that way,” by his tone she could tell he was over this argument.
“But,” she genuinely didn’t know why she always felt this need to protest him.
“There’s no but. Don’t worry about the investors, it’s not your job. I’ll take it,” his hand gently touched her forearm.
She was the first one to notice that the elevator cabin stopped, and it wasn't moving for some time.
“Eyk, I think it’s stopped,” her voice began to tremble.
His hand automatically went behind her to reach for the elevator panel and press the button, and for a moment he wedged her between his body and the wall. Nothing happened, and then he started pushing different buttons, but the lights went out, leaving the cabin in the dim light from the LED lamps.
“Fuck, we stuck,” he said irritatingly. “I think it was a power outage.”
Maura felt she was suffocating, like no air left in her lungs, and her eyesight became blurred and darkened, her legs were numb like jelly. No. No. There was a pressure building in her chest, as if someone put tons of concrete slabs on her. She started to slide down against the wall, and she probably would have fainted and fallen on the floor if he didn’t catch her, instantly wrapping his arms around her waist. He slowly lowered them on the floor, holding her tightly and carefully in his embrace.
“Maura, Maura”, his voice was far away and echoed like she was drowning underwater.
“Maura, stay with me, please,” he begged.
She felt how he brought the bottle of water to her lips.
“Maura, drink,” he carefully supported her head while she was taking sips. The cool water was slowly bringing her back to consciousness, as if she was drowning and finally resurfaced.
She opened her eyes, but everything was still blurry, and she was afraid that she lost her eyesight.
“Maura, breath, focus on my voice,” he whispered. “Take a deep breath and breathe out. Good,” his hand was caressing her head.
“I can’t,” she managed to say, panic rushing over her.
“Take a deep breath through your nose,” he said calmly. “Imagine you’re the sea wave, you rise above the surface and run towards the shore. Breathe out.”
“And again,” he repeated. “Take a deep breath. You’re the wave, you meet the shore for a couple of seconds and melt back into the sea. Breathe out.”
For a second Maura thought that dying in his embrace wouldn’t be that bad.
He was walking her through her breathing – his voice calm, deep and smooth like the waters itself, until her breath became even and her eyesight came into focus and she met his worried gaze.
“Here,” he whispered, bringing her hand to his heart. “Count my heartbeats, listen to its sound, concentrate on it.”
His heart was racing as if he ran a marathon, she thought that her heart probably was beating as fast now. She felt how slowly his pulse steadied and calmed under her palm. Her own heart synchronised with his, slowing its ragged rhythm, and not trying anymore to break out through her ribcage. For a couple of moments, she listened to his heartbeats, feeling that she was alive, he was alive; they were alive. She imagined how their hearts were beating as one. She was still looking at his eyes, which were forest-green in this lighting, and she found herself completely lost in them. There was a strange familiar comfort in his proximity, as if she was safe at home when the storm was raging outside.
“Thank you,” she finally managed to say, reluctantly removing her hand from his chest.
“Good God, Maura, I was so scared for you,” there was fear in his eyes.
“I'm sorry,” she was still trying to breathe.
“Don't apologise. I know some people can be afraid of close spaces. Don’t blame yourself.”
His gaze slid to her hands and her wrists, which now were covered by the clothes. Her old scars had faded a long time ago, leaving the faint, but still noticeable traces, and it didn't bother her. Sometimes she still felt the questioning looks on her, but people didn't dare to ask her.
“Who did this to you?” she was surprised that there was no mundane curiosity in his voice or his eyes, but genuine concern, slight anger slipping through it. Like he had questioned himself many times before what happened to her.
She sighed.
“It's because of my father,” she started. “My mother died at birth, and he somehow blamed me for that. He was not exactly a good person. When I was a child, he could beat me up and lock me in a room with no windows. There was nothing there, and I stayed there all night, every time afraid that he wouldn't show up and he left me there to die. But he always came back to me in the morning.”
She didn’t know why she had this strange need to tell him the truth, not just avoid his question, and why she felt comfortable sharing her childhood trauma with a person who was also a bad father, but not in a way hers was. She actually would prefer if her father just disappeared after she was born, and she wasn't so broken because of him. But she had no justification for a man who abandoned his child by his own will.
“Maura, he's not here. No one hurt you, I promise,” his hand protectively laid on her back, and he looked at her with endless softness and sorrow. She’d never needed anyone’s pity, but somehow she felt it was more than that.
“I ran away from home when I turned eighteen. And then a couple of years later, when I was at college, I had a boyfriend, who thought if he locked me up once in a room it would help to overcome my trauma, but it triggered everything I buried and It got worse since then.”
Maura didn’t realise tears were streaming down her face until Eyk gently wiped them out with his fingertips, and carefully removed hair from her face.
“That’s why this simulation project is so important to you,” he had a revelation.
“Yes, I want to be able to help people who are struggling even more than me,” she defensively replied.
“Of course you do,” Eyk slightly smiled, but more to himself.
“Thank you. For not thinking I'm crazy,” she squeezed his hand, trying to show him how thankful she was to him.
“I never said I don’t think you’re not crazy,” his eyes were smiling.
She let out a small laugh and nudged him with her shoulder. For a moment silence descended upon them.
“Could you please look at what happened with the elevator,” her voice came out small. “What are they saying?”
He pulled out his phone, checking the work chats.
“There was a short circuit and the whole building was de-energised,” he said slowly.
“For how long?”
“They promise to fix it within half an hour.”
Maura nervously exhaled.
“Maura, I’m here. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.” He reassuringly touched her hand.
“Tell me something,” she begged. “Anything.”
He slowly nodded.
“Maybe there’s something you want to hear?”
She didn’t know why she said this, but probably because it bothered her for three years now.
“Is this true that you abandoned your pregnant wife and cheated on her?” she blurted out.
“What?” he looked surprised, like he didn’t expect this question from her at all.
“There’re many rumours about you in this company. I want to know which of them are true.”
She thought how it was stupid of her to ask him that in this situation, he could have got mad, but she couldn’t stop, she needed to know.
“I guess, rumours do travel fast,” he smiled, but this was a sad smile.
She looked at him expectedly.
“It’s a long story,” he warned.
“I have time.”
He signed, knowing that was inevitable.
“Well, only if my story calms your anxiety and distracts you,” he started and Maura froze in anticipation, preparing finally to hear the truth.
“Me and Sebastian had been friends since high school. We shared the same interest in physics, but our personalities were very different. I was always a more straightforward and reckless one. Sebastian was more shy and actually thought through his actions and decisions, although he has red hair, but not like yours. Despite our differences, we got along pretty well. Eventually, we got to the same university, at the same faculty, and it was where we met Sara when we were getting PhD. We immediately had this connection based on our mutual interest, and the three of us became friends. But some time later Sara and I started dating. No matter how hard we tried to keep our friendship, I think it still had an impact on it. Somewhere along the way our career paths got separated: Sara wanted to dedicate herself to academia, I chose the corporate way, Sebastian has a great mind, he always tried to invent something and renovate, but no one was interested to invest in his inventions. Sara was the one who always believed in him, even when I recommended him to give up and start a career in some company.”
He breathed out like it was still difficult to tell this, even after all those years, and Maura realised by his discordant voice that probably didn’t talk much about it if he ever talked at all.
“We’ve been married for four years when she got pregnant. I was excited to become a father and expand our family, she was nervous, but she wanted that baby too. Her pregnancy wasn’t complicated, but she was always worried, she cried a lot, and I couldn’t understand why,” he paused again, and Maura gently touched his wrist in a reassuring gesture.
“Nina was born with red hair, and Sebastian got incredibly drunk the day she was born. I understood everything. Nina was his daughter,” his voice sounded distant and detached, like he was telling someone else's story.
“What happened next?”
“I got drunk myself and got in a fight with him, it was pretty messy. I still had hope that it was their mistake, fuelled by alcohol, and we could have this family, but it wasn't the case. I packed my things and moved out. The next year I spent drinking and drowning myself in self-pity,” he smiled sadly.
“Eyk, it’s not your fault,” Maura reached out to his hand again, intertwining their fingers, and gently squeezed it, trying to comfort him.
“I should've noticed how they looked at each other, how they smiled at each other. The way she didn’t want…,” his voice broke off. He didn’t want to talk about it, but she felt like he needed to tell this story, and for some reason, she needed to hear it.
“She didn’t want what,” she dared to ask him in barely a whisper.
“She didn’t want me to touch her during her pregnancy,” he managed to say it, but he looked like he was deeply ashamed of himself. “How he was coming more often. I think that back then, deep down I knew that he had feelings for her as well, but there was some competitiveness in me. I wanted to win the girl, and it backfired on me years later. Probably she had feelings for him as well, and I didn’t notice. I was too blind. But their feelings for each other have grown over the years while Sara and I were more like friends, it was comfortable and familiar,” he sounded like he was at confession and she was his priest.
Maura saw the pictures on Facebook of that red-haired man, and she couldn’t imagine how someone would choose him over Eyk.
“I don’t understand. Why didn't she divorce you?”
“I think she wasn’t sure if it was his child or mine. And he had problems with his job at that moment and still no one was investing in his inventions. She wanted to be safe. I could give it to her. But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough,” he deeply inhaled.
There were echoes of old pain in his voice, the longing for the life he almost had. She couldn’t imagine how painful it was to be ready to start a family, to have a daughter, and to lose everything in one day because it wasn’t his in the first place, because they didn’t belong to him, and watch his best friend having everything he dreamt about.
“I’m sorry,” she finally managed to say.
“Don’t be,” she knew that he wouldn’t take neither her pity, nor her compassion for him, still blaming himself for everything. She wondered if he would actually prefer her hatred.
Maura thought that maybe it was his pride that suffered the most, not his heart. Maybe that was why he clung that much to the reputation of the womaniser and cheater who left his wife with a child because it was more forgivable by society than being a man whose wife cheated on him with a best friend, got pregnant and chose that other man over him.
“That’s why you hate me?” she asked.
“What?” he looked completely dumbfounded.
“Because I have red hair too?” she raised her eyebrow.
“Maura, that’s ridiculous. I don’t hate you,” he laughed.
“You never listen to me, and you always fight me,” she said resentfully.
“I always listen to you, and it's you who always fight my decisions,” Eyk pointed out.
“Because sometimes I feel like you're making them just to spite me,” she pouted her lips.
“And you’re so stubborn and you always want to do things your way,” his voice was stern, but he looked at her with gentleness and his eyes were smiling.
“Because you can’t admit that there’s more than one way to build something,” she fought back.
“There are some rules in this company that couldn’t be challenged,” he said firmly, his voice lowered to a dangerous whisper, causing millions of electrical impulses down her spine.
“Who made those rules and who benefits that they put in place,” she kept protesting against him because she always had to.
The corner of his lips twitched, and he shook his head like it was impossible to argue with her.
She realised just now how close they were — their bodies comfortably leaned into each other, their hands still intertwined, his thumb caressing her wrist. Her body, that just calmed down, started heating up. She felt like she was out of air again, not because of a panic attack, but because of him. It must be something changed in her face that he immediately noticed.
“Maura, are you okay? Is everything fine?” he was worried for her again.
“Yes, thank you, I just need more air, it’s too hot here,” she didn’t know if she sounded convincing, her voice was so out of breath.
Maura took off her blazer, revealing underneath a white crop top with no bra. His gaze instantly glued to her chest, and he swallowed hard.
Oh, God, he didn’t make this easier for her. She tried to stand up to give herself space from him, to increase the distance between them as much as possible in this small cabin, but she got entangled in her skirt. Eyk raised on his feet first, giving her his hand. She took it and he helped her to stand up, bringing her to his level. She managed to stumble a little, losing her balance, and his hand automatically wrapped around her, helping her to steady herself, but she accidentally slammed into his chest.
He ruined her attempt, making them even closer than before. But it felt so good to be in his embrace, she felt so safe; she was fighting the need to be even closer to him.
“Maura, you should be careful,” Eyk breathed, his voice was so husky.
“I will,” she locked her eyes with his.
His gaze drifted to her lips and flickered back just for a split second, but it was enough for her to move a little closer to him. Their eyes met again, and she was hypnotised by the fire that burnt in his eyes, the desperate longing that she couldn’t understand.
Maura couldn’t tell who went for a kiss first, but the next moment their lips collided, their breaths mingled together, and it swirled them like a vortex. His lips were demanding and insatiable against hers. Eyk kissed her like he wanted to devour her, like she was his air to breathe. It was like a storm sweeping away everything in its path. His lips hungrily slanted against hers, almost taking them in. His hand laid on her neck, and his mouth was violently crushing hers.
She felt like every feeling she had for him, every inappropriate thought that ever occurred on her mind, and she hid it in the depths of her heart even from herself, now came to the surface and it consumed her like a hurricane. All of her senses were heightened, every cell in her body felt him.
Maura was kissing him with the same passion, frantically torturing his lips. She snuggled herself even closer to him, biting his upper lip, and it sparkled something even more savage in him, the wild caveman woke up inside of him. Eyk backed her up, pressing against the wall, his hips grinding into hers. She was in capture between his body and the wall, but she felt so safe. The contrast between his heated body and the coolness of the surface drove her crazy. His hands roamed all the curves of her body, squeezing her ass and taking up her hips.
His tongue traced her lips, tasting her, he drank from her lips as if it was divine nectar. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed him, their tongues entangled in their intertwined mouths, fighting for dominance.
Maura felt how tense his muscles were under her hands when she unbuttoned his shirt, running his fingers all over his chest, lowering to his press, tracing the contours of his body and making him shiver under her palms. He was slim but with well-developed musculature.
In one quick motion, Eyk lifted her up on the railing, and she spread her legs making a space for him. He adjusted her skirt, pulling up the fabric along the cut line, up to her waist. His hands slid down her legs, higher and higher, laying on her hips, and slowly moved to the inner side, his fingers caressing her thighs. She hiked her legs on his waist, pulling him into her.
Eyk bit her earlobe and lowered his lips to the column of her neck, gently sucking her pulse, and descending with wet kisses to her chest. The spiky edges of his beard were scratching her skin, and his teeth were leaving indentations on her, but she didn’t care, she was completely lost in that sensation in him. She threw back her head to give him even more access to her skin, and he covered with kisses her collarbone, tracing with his tongue her neckline.
Maura whimpered, and she gripped his shoulders as his hands went under her top, lifting it up. His name left her lips as he cupped her breast, lightly squeezing it, his fingers twitching her nipple. He lowered his head to her chest, leaving the kisses on the crest of her breast, his tongue lacing her cleavage.
“So, perfect,” he murmured against her skin.
He took her taut nipple in his mouth, his lips closing against it and his tongue darted over it, drawing circles. Maura arched her back, and pressed his head into her chest, pushing her breast further into his mouth, and he hungrily kissed it. His tongue slid between her breasts, slowly gliding up to her neckline, until she couldn't take it anymore, bringing back his lips back on hers.
With a low groan, Eyk bucked his hips into hers, and she felt his erection pressing against her belly. Maura desperately needed him even closer, so their bodies could merge into each other. Her hips moved towards his, he put his hands on her thighs, squeezing them and denting her into him even more, the fabric of their clothes dividing them. He loudly moaned her name.
“Oh, Maura, I think I can come just like that,” Eyk breathed into her ear.
It was not enough contact between their bodies, and it was driving her crazy.
Her breasts were touching his bare chest, their hips were moving towards each other, creating friction in a desperate attempt to be closer. He muffled her loud moans with the kisses, his mouth was so possessive against hers. She put her hand between their bodies on his growing bulge and palmed it, coaxing the low groans from him. Her fingers unzipped his pants and continued caressing his hardness, adding more pressure.
A low rumbling row came from the back of his throat as he removed her hands from him, pinning them above her head, and forcibly thrusted his hips into hers. They both moaned from the contact. They continued their ancient dance, their fight, thrusting and rubbing against each other, their lips attacking one another, their breaths became one.
She was losing her mind, it was truly madness.
“Eyk, please,” she moaned.
“Maura,” he begged.
They found in their eyes the same desperate need, a desire to dissolve in one another. She slightly nodded at his silent question. Eyk eagerly kissed her again, his fingers went under her underwear, gently touching her between her legs.
“Mmm you’re so wet for me already,” he murmured.
But before he managed to do something, before they managed to cross the last boundary that divided them, the lights in the cabin suddenly went up, waking them up from the trance. They looked again into each other's eyes, the flames of desire still burnt in them, and the realisation of what they had done came upon Maura.
She looked at the mirror and they both looked like a mess. Her lips were swollen, her coral lipstick stained on his face and his white shirt, his hair mussed, their clothes were in a total mess — both of them half naked, her bare chest was on display, his shirt unbuttoned.
Her consciousness came back to her much faster, and in one quick motion, she removed his hands from her, jumping off the railing, frantically trying to fix her clothes and herself.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, she ran out straight to the bathroom in a desperate attempt to fix herself up.
“Maura, wait, please,” she heard his voice calling for her, but she didn't look back.