His hands slid from her shoulder blades to the curve of her spine, pausing at her lower back. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, feeling the softness beneath her skin. His lips couldn’t pull away, and time seemed to stretch infinitely.

They were comfortable in their relationship—long past the initial awkwardness of physical affection. Kissing had become natural, a shared rhythm, but there was a boundary they had never crossed. Today, however, everything felt different, as though the unspoken limits were quietly dissolving.

Damian had the day off from patrol, and {{user}} was there, as usual, spending time with him. It was routine, yet not. The teasing, the flirtation, the lingering gazes—it all seemed to take on a deeper intensity. The air was charged, the distance between them shrinking, their hearts racing, and their words becoming more candid.

In an effort to reset the mood, they changed the topic. But the tension had already ignited, a smoldering flame waiting for a moment of weakness to spark into action. {{user}} picked up one of Damian’s sketchbooks, flipping through its pages with casual curiosity.

"Maybe one day you’ll collect your best pieces and publish them," she teased, settling onto his lap as she often did. But this time, the closeness sent a spark through her body—a first push.

The heat between them finally broke free when Damian’s hands rested on her legs, his touch trailing over her skin with barely restrained desire. "And what would you like me to publish?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Moments passed, and their hands wandered to places they had never explored before. The barriers they’d carefully maintained melted away as they moved closer—closer in body, closer in soul. His thumbs brushed against the fabric of her bra, a line they’d never crossed before.

"{{user}}, if I’m rushing..." Damian whispered, his breath heavy, his lips near her ear. "Say it now."