REMI
Someone, definitely my mother, knocks on the door in her unmistakable sing-song voice, jolting me out of a very intense dream.
And just in case there was any doubt about the subject matter, I woke up with a rock-hard erection pressed uncomfortably against the mattress. I glance over at Sebastian, and he’s in the exact same state. Panicking slightly, I yank the duvet up just in time.
Seconds later, the door flies open.
“Mum!” I groan, sitting up in bed. “We were actually still asleep! Ever heard of knocking and waiting?”
“Oh, darling, I did knock,” she says, completely unfazed, her tone far too cheerful for this hour. “And you two are just so adorable, I couldn’t resist.”
She beams at us like we’re puppies in a basket, clearly ignoring my scowl and Sebastian’s mortified little smile.
“I just wanted to say I’m heading to the clinic and to wish you both a lovely day! I’ve left some fresh eggs and milk in the kitchen. Ben dropped them off earlier. You could make pancakes later!”
And with that, she gives us a little wave heading for the door as if she hadn’t just barged into the most awkward moment imaginable.
“Okay, okay, thanks Mum! But next time, please, knock and wait before coming in!”
“But I did knock!” she insists, looking expectantly at Sebastian. “Didn’t I, Sebastian?”
He offers her an uncertain smile, clutching the duvet up to his chin like it's a shield.
“Uhm… yes, Emma. Thanks for breakfast. Have a good day.”
Ever the diplomat, he nails the tone perfectly. Just enough warmth, just enough deflection. Mum, clearly satisfied, beams at us, blows a kiss, and finally leaves the room.
The moment the door clicks shut, I let out a long, theatrical sigh of relief and flop back onto the mattress.
I wrap my arms around Sebastian and pull him close, my lips brushing the top of his head.
“Now, where were we…?” I murmur, already tempted to pick up exactly where we left off last night.
Mum’s interruption may have thrown us off for a moment, but I know exactly how to get us back on track.
A few minutes of slow kisses and warm cuddles always do the trick.
I kiss Sebastian deeply, tracing the length of his spine with my fingertips, and am instantly rewarded by a series of soft, helpless moans.
“I’m sorry, baby…” I moan against his lips. “Mum’s amazing, but let’s be honest, she can be a bit much sometimes…”
He doesn’t answer with words, he starts kissing my neck instead, grinding against me in a way that leaves absolutely no room for interpretation.
“Don’t worry about her now… It’s fine…” he breathes, already trembling with anticipation, his voice low and rough with desire.
I slide my hands down to cup those perfect, smooth, silk-soft buttocks, and I’m just about to lose all self-control when the door slams open again. No knock. No warning. Just boom.
And thank God we’re still under the duvet, because if we hadn’t been, my sister would’ve been treated to a full-frontal performance not suitable for any rating system.
Still, this is beyond awkward.
“Maaaude!” I groan as she stops in the doorway, entirely unbothered, no trace of embarrassment, not even a flicker of regret. Just quiet, detached observation, as if she’s stumbled upon two butterflies in a jar and is mildly curious about their mating rituals.
“Out, please! Is it really that hard to get some privacy in this house?” I snap, barely managing to keep my voice from turning into a full-on growl.
“There’s no need to yell at me,” she replies coolly, as if I’m the one being unreasonable. Then she adds, deadpan, “Why are you still in bed, anyway? Isn’t it time to get up?”
I clench my jaw and start mentally counting to ten to avoid launching myself across the bed in a dramatic explosion of frustration. Luckily for her, and probably for me, Sebastian senses the storm brewing and places a gentle, grounding hand on my leg.
Ever the diplomat, he answers for us in his softest, most reasonable voice.
“You’re right, Maude. It is getting late. But since it’s our last day here, we thought we’d rest a little longer, if that’s alright. Did you need something before heading out?”
Maude blinks, seemingly satisfied.
“No, nothing urgent. I just wanted to wish you both a good day.”
I’m still fuming, body tense, jaw clenched, but then I remind myself: Maude doesn’t express emotions the way most people do.
This, for her, was a gesture of genuine care.
Just walking in to say good morning, even if wildly ill-timed, probably took more effort than she’d ever admit.
The fact that she did it at all speaks volumes.
And just like that, my frustration softens. My voice follows.
“That was kind of you, Maude. But next time, please knock. And when you leave, could you lock the door behind you?”
“Okay,” she replies simply, without a hint of fuss.
Over the years, I’ve learned that the best way to communicate with her is clearly and directly. No dancing around the point, no sarcasm, just honesty. It’s not always easy, but it’s always worth it.
Without another word, she turns and disappears down the hallway. A moment later, we hear the front door shut quietly behind her.
Sebastian and I exhale in unison, as if we’ve just survived some kind of chaotic family fire drill. I turn my head to meet his eyes, and we both start laughing.
“Privacy,” I mutter, pulling him back into my arms. “A rare and precious commodity in this house…”
At this point, Sebastian seems resigned to the fact that sleeping in is no longer an option. He starts to slide his legs out of bed, stretching lazily.
But before he can escape, I grab him by the waist and launch a full-on tickle attack.
He squeals with laughter, thrashing and shrieking as he tries, and fails, to wriggle free.
His reactions are so unfiltered, so joyful, that I can’t stop grinning.
His hair’s a wild mess, those dark curls flopping into his eyes.
His cheeks are flushed, his voice breathless, and there are actual tears of laughter slipping down his face.
He’s so achingly beautiful like this, it stops me in my tracks, makes my chest tighten in ways I can’t quite explain.
He notices.
And before I know it, he twists in one swift movement and flips me onto my back, straddling my hips with a triumphant smirk.
We lock eyes, and everything shifts. The teasing dies down. The air between us turns electric, charged with heat and want. Neither of us says a word.
We don’t need to.
We both know exactly what’s coming next.
Every movement flows like we’ve done this a hundred times before, perfectly in sync, as if our bodies speak a language only we understand. I grip his hips, possessive and aching, as he lowers himself onto my chest, crashing his mouth against mine in a kiss that’s wild, desperate, and full of need.
While our lips stay locked, he reaches one hand into the bedside drawer for the lube, the other curling around both of us, stroking with a rhythm so steady and relentless it blurs everything else.
“Baby, wait…” I gasp, already teetering on the edge. “I… I need you. I want to be inside you…”
“I want you too, Remi…” he whispers, breath hitching, voice thick with desire. He knows what I mean, he always does, and shifts instinctively, rising to meet me, his body answering mine with the same fierce urgency.
And then, of course, the doorbell rings downstairs.
This time, though, I have no intention of stopping.
“Remi… shouldn’t we… maybe check who it is?” Sebastian murmurs, though he makes no move to stop, his hands still working me with maddening precision.
“It’s… probably just the postman,” I manage to say between ragged breaths. “He’ll come back later. Don’t worry… Maude locked the front door, no one’s going to disturb us, baby.”
He exhales, tension easing from his shoulders, and melts into my arms. And then I finally slide into him, slowly, deeply, the kind of sensation that leaves me dizzy, completely undone, hooked beyond reason.
But just as I lose myself in the moment, just as we both cross that fragile line between need and oblivion, the door to my bedroom slams open.
And there, standing in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief and mouth slightly parted, is Maddie.
Everything freezes for a few agonizing seconds. Time seems to grind to a halt… and then suddenly lurches forward as Maddie’s scream tears through the room.
“Wh, what… what the hell are you doing?!” she gasps, her wide eyes bouncing between me and Sebastian, trying to make sense of what she’s seeing. We’re frozen. Naked. Exposed in every possible way, body, soul, truth.
“You’re… in bed? Together?!” she shrieks, but it’s not a question. The answer is right in front of her. The truth has already sunk in, and what’s left is fury, raw, visceral, unfiltered.
“You disgusting bastards! How could you do this? This filth?!”
She starts moving towards us, venom in every step, and my instincts kick in, Sebastian.
I throw myself in front of him without thinking, shielding his body with mine, one hand blindly reaching under the bed for whatever clothes I can find. My pulse is thundering in my ears, but all I can focus on is keeping him safe.
Sebastian, braver than he even realizes, is the first to speak. He pulls on the T-shirt and sweatpants I hand him, his hands trembling just slightly, then straightens up and faces Maddie head-on, even as she hurls fury at us like we’re monsters.
“Maddie, please… I understand that you’re hurt. But if you’d just let us explain what happened.”
“Explain what, exactly?” she cuts in, her voice cracking with rage. “That you’re sick? That you both went behind my back to cheat on me, to destroy me? Why would you do this to me?”
She begins pacing the room, erratic, tugging at her hair as she spirals further, her breathing sharp and uneven. She’s not listening. Not really. We’ve already lost her, at least for now.