CHAPTER 37: CH 37: DO YOU WANT TO? [R18]

"Do you want to or not?"

The words left her mouth like they were the most natural thing in the world.

"What are you even talking about? How drunk are you?"

Aegon could only stare at her with his mouth hanging open. This couldn’t be real.

This had to be some fever dream brought on by the booze, or maybe he’d hit his head somewhere.

"Drunk enough I know I want to do this yet not so drunk I know it’s a bad idea. I don’t what’s gonna happen in that trial but I do know one thing...

I don’t what to die a virgin."

She shrugged off her jean jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the marble floor of the pristine bathroom.

The simple act seemed to transform her— gone was the crying, vulnerable girl from moments before, replaced by someone determined to take control of what might be her final days.

Her cream crop top was still soaked with booze, clinging to her skin in a way that made his breath catch. He could see the outline of her pink bra through the thin fabric.

She reached up and took off her top, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside without ceremony.

’What is going on right now?’

Aegon swallowed hard, the sound audible in the cramped space.

This was really happening.

"Do you want to or not?" She asked again. There was a flush in her cheeks, but her eyes held his with determination.

"I—I mean, yeah..." He managed to nod, his voice cracking slightly.

"Then let’s hurry up," she said, her fingers already working at the belt around her waist. "Before someone barges in."

The reminder of our situation sent a chill through him. Was this a dumb and very rash decision? Absolutely. But it’d work out well for them both.

He needed the ability of someone else and she... Well, she needed to get laid.

Emily had finished with her shirt and was pulling it off, revealing her torso clad only in that pink bra he’d glimpsed through the fabric.

She was absolutely breathtaking.

Her body was perfectly proportioned—slim but with gentle curves in all the right places. Her skin was smooth and pale, with just a hint of tan lines from what must have been a recent vacation.

When his gaze fell to her cleavage, visible above the lace edge of her bra, he felt the world tilt slightly. His head spun, whether from the intoxication starting to take hold or simply from the overwhelming reality of the situation.

She noticed his hesitation—or maybe she was just tired of waiting. She stepped closer. Without a word, she reached out and gently moved his hands away from the shirt, her fingers replacing his on the buttons.

The proximity was intoxicating. She was close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, could smell her perfume—something floral and expensive—mixed with the scent of her sweat from dancing and the heated bathroom.

It should have been unpleasant, but instead it created an intoxicating combination that made him question if he was truly ready for this.

She was nearly a head shorter than him, which meant that as she worked on his buttons, her breasts were just inches from his chest.

He could see the rise and fall of her breathing, could feel her exhale against his collarbone. My hands hung uselessly at the sides, unsure of where to go or what to do.

Without nothing else in mind he removed his jacket as she continued to work on his shirt.

When she finished with the last button, she looked up at him, her hazel eyes meeting his.

"Remove it," she said softly.

Aegon hurriedly took off of his shirt, letting it fall to join the growing pile of clothing on the floor. The warm air of the bathroom hit his bare chest, raising goosebumps along his arms.

Before he could say anything. Before he could even process what was happening, Emily rose up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

His eyes flew wide open in shock.

Her lips were impossibly soft, warm and slightly damp. They moved against his with gentleness. He could taste her lip gloss—something fruity, maybe strawberry—and feel the slight tremor in her breathing.

Her hands came up to rest on his chest, her palms warm against his skin. The touch sent electricity through his entire body.

Without thinking, Aegon took a step backward, his shoulders hitting the bathroom door.

She didn’t break the kiss. Instead, she followed him, pressing closer as they sank down together, her body fitting against his as they slid to the floor.

The cold door was a shock against his back, but he barely noticed it over the sensation of Emily’s lips, more insistent now.

He could smell her warm breath, feel the softness of her hair as it fell around them like a curtain, blocking out the harsh fluorescent light of the supply closet.

For a moment, he almost forgot where we were, the once blaring music now as subtle as a whisper, they’d completely forgot about the chaos outside.

She shifted her position, settling on her knees beside him as they continued to kiss. The cold ground beneath them was forgotten, the cramped space of the supply closet irrelevant.

All that mattered was the warmth of her body pressed against him, the gentle rhythm of her breathing, the way her lips moved against his with increasing confidence.

He reached out hesitantly, his hands finding her waist where her skirt sat. The fabric was soft, but he found himself hesitating to go further, to touch her bare skin.

The kiss remained largely one-sided, with her taking the lead. She was the one exploring, tasting, setting the pace.

’Fuck it,’ He thought suddenly. ’Man up, Aegon. This might be the only chance you ever get before the trial.’

He slid his hands up from her waist to her back, his palms spreading across the warm expanse of her bare skin.

She was so soft, so perfectly smooth except for the thin line of her bra strap. She shivered slightly at touch, a small intake of breath that made him freeze for a moment, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she continued her slow kiss, encouraging him with the gentle pressure of her lips.

Emboldened, Aegon began to kiss her back properly, no longer content to be passive. His lips moved against hers with growing confidence, learning her rhythm, discovering what made her breath catch.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, their faces flushed and warm. Her heart was pounding so hard he could hear it.

But he wanted more. The taste of her lips, the feeling of her skin against his— it was addictive. Before she could say anything, he leaned in and kissed her again, taking her by surprise this time.

"Mmph."

She made a small sound of surprise that quickly melted into approval.

This time, he didn’t stop at her lips. He let his mouth trail down to her chin, pressing gentle kisses along her jawline.

"Mmm..." She let out a quiet, breathless sound that sent jolts racing through his veins. The soft moan was like nothing he’d ever heard— intimate and vulnerable.

He moved lower, pressing kisses along the column of her throat. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, then slid to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.

The gentle pressure of her touch told Aegon she wanted him to continue, to explore whatever this was between them.

He traced a path of kisses down her neck, marveling at how soft her skin was. When he reached the delicate curve where her neck met her shoulder, she shivered again, her grip on his hair tightening slightly.

Growing bolder, he let his lips travel lower, following the graceful line of her collarbone. Her breathing grew more uneven, and he could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips.

When he reached the soft swell of her cleavage, he let his lips linger. Warm skin brushed, and he kissed the center of her chest, breathing her in—skin sweet with perfume and adrenaline, the faint edge of sweat beneath silk. But the lace of her bra teased against his mouth.

He looked up. In the dim glow of the supply closet, her face was flushed. Her lips were parted, breath coming soft and shallow. She looked at him like he was something she’d finally decided to touch.

Then—without a word—she stood.

The sudden absence of her warmth sent a shock up his arms. Her back had been under his hands, and now it wasn’t.

What? No, no. It couldn’t be over. Not now, not after she’d let him get that close, let him taste her like that.

But she didn’t leave. She didn’t speak.

She kicked off one shoe, then the other, the quiet thumps barely audible over the roar of his heartbeat. Her hands slid under her skirt, fingers grazing her thighs.

He froze as he realized—she wasn’t stopping. She was preparing.

She pulled her black tights down slowly, starting with her right leg. The elastic caught on her knee, then released. Her skin emerged, pale and smooth and soft-looking even in the low light, like fine cream poured over glass.

She leaned her weight to one side to work it off her ankle, toes curling slightly. Then came the left—inch by inch, her bare skin unveiled itself like a forbidden portrait uncovered in secret.

Aegon swallowed, hard. Who would’ve known legs could do that to a man. He’d seen beauty before, seen fantasy walk past in heels, but this— this was different.

Her toes were painted soft pink. He stared. Couldn’t help it. Even her feet were beautiful—dainty, but strong-looking, nails perfect, arches high and elegant.

"How long are you going to stare at my feet?" She asked.

Aegon blinked. "Ah. Sorry." His voice cracked a little. He dragged his eyes up from her toes, face burning. She looked amused, like she’d regained control of the moment with just a single phrase. And maybe she had.

Then she lifted her arms, slowly, and brushed her hair all to one side, baring the curve of her neck and the top of her spine. She turned slightly, one hand reached behind her back.

Her fingers sought the clasp of her bra.

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. His eyes completely different on the bra.

She undid it with a flick.

The bra loosened, straps falling an inch from her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms, not hurried. The lace caught for a moment at her elbows—then it fell.