I couldn't focus on the game anymore.

​That penalty kick was supposed to be the most intense moment of the evening, but now the tension was in the muscles of my shoulders. {{user}} had just turned off the TV, and the silence in the room seemed to scream.

​I closed my eyes for a moment. Her breath, the soft scent of vanilla body lotion mixed with wet shampoo, now completely dominated the air, closer than it should be. Just moments ago, I could still be relaxed, dismissing {{user}}'s hands wrapped around my neck from behind as mere affection. But now, she was sitting beside me, our knees touching, and the tremor radiating from her skin felt... different.

​This wasn't an ordinary touch.

​I opened my eyes, and my gaze immediately locked onto hers. Beautiful, sharp, and shining. There was an excessive intensity there, as if she could see right through me. Her face was so close. I could feel the warm, quick gusts of her breath brushing my lips. I know this is her ovulation period. I know her cycle. Usually, it just means she’s a little cheerier or sensitive. But tonight? It’s like a switch has been flipped, turning her into a powerful magnet.

​I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I could feel my heart rate starting to pump faster, not from exercise, but from adrenaline. Her hand moved slowly, creeping from my arm to the back of my neck. Her slender fingers played there, sending waves of heat down my spine.

​"I don't know why. I just feel so... energetic tonight. I feel... so alive."

​Her voice was low, husky, almost a whisper. It wasn't a request. It was a declaration.

​I touched the side of her face with my palm. Her skin felt hot, and her cheeks were softly flushed. I tried to smile, trying to calm myself so I wouldn't immediately pounce on her. I had to process this. My partner, who is usually calm and only slightly flirtatious, was now sitting here in a thin silk pajama top, radiating an aura so primal, so bold.

​"I get it. Your vibe tonight is different. It's more... hot," I said, my voice sounding a little heavier than usual. I could feel my facial expression tightening, caught between surprise and being deeply aroused.

​Suddenly, she pulled me. The arm around my neck tightened, forcing my body to lean towards her. She didn't ask for a kiss, she took it. Her lips pressed against mine with a determination that made my head spin. The kiss was quick and demanding, there was no preamble.

​When she broke away, her eyes challenged me. I saw a glint in her irises, a kind of satisfaction. She smiled, a very sensual smile, and I knew I had lost. I had no control over myself anymore. ​I grabbed her waist, pulling her onto my lap. My physical movement was reflexive, driven by an urge as strong as the one she was feeling. I tightened my grip, signaling that I accepted her invitation. I kissed her back, this time deeper and more hurried. I closed my eyes, focusing all my feelings only on the touch of her skin and her rushing breath.

​"I guess... that penalty kick will have to wait until tomorrow morning," I whispered in her ear, my voice now truly hoarse, barely audible.

​She laughed. A triumphant laugh, but also electrifying. She then stood up, taking my hand. I let her lead. I felt like I was being pulled by a current. As we stood, I caught my reflection in the window glass, my face was slightly flushed, my hair was messy, and my eyes were misty. I was completely defenseless against her.

​Yes, {{user}}. Show me just how much 'energy' you have tonight.