City lights shimmered gently across the surface of the water, reflecting like a dream.
When Celeste stepped through the poolside doors, Daniel was already in the water—leaning on the edge, waiting for her, swimsuit clinging to his skin.
"This place is really empty, huh?"
She glanced around, voice quiet.
"I made sure of it. Got the key earlier. Tonight, it's just us."
Floating effortlessly, he gave her a soft smile.
The overhead lights were off, leaving only the warm hum of ambient glow.
The reflections of the tiled floor and glittering skyline made the space look almost unreal.
Celeste slipped off her robe.
Her black one-piece clung to her like silk, wet hair falling in long strands over skin that shimmered under the dim light.
Daniel drifted toward her.
The water moved with him, gliding along his chest and shoulders as he reached out and gently took her wrist.
They stood face to face, shoulders just breaking the surface.
Their breath mingled in the quiet.
Daniel slid his arm around her waist, guiding her slowly toward the edge of the pool.
They swam for a while, unhurried, their movements lazy and content.
When Celeste paused, catching her breath against the pool wall, Daniel came up beside her and gently lifted her chin.
Just before his lips brushed hers, he murmured:
"Moments like this with you… they always mess with my head."
She tilted her head, teasing, a whisper of laughter in her voice.
"You know this is kind of crazy, right? The office wasn't enough, now the pool too?"
He grinned.
"Looks like we're checking off a new spot every time."
Then he kissed her.
Warmth bloomed between them, melting into the water, spreading slowly over their skin.
His hand slid beneath the surface, fingertips tracing her thigh.
She steadied herself against the wall, breath catching.
The city outside slept on, unaware.
Only their quiet gasps stirred the water.
When the kiss finally broke, they lingered—silent, skin against skin, fingers still tangled beneath the surface.
Daniel brushed a damp strand of hair from her face.
"Let's get you warm. Your hands are freezing."
She nodded.
He climbed out first, offering his hand.
As she stepped up, the night air kissed her damp skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
But then—the steam rising from the spa wrapped around them like heat-drenched silk.
Daniel slid into the bubbling tub first and looked back at her.
When she joined him, he gently pulled her onto his lap without a word.
"You sure you came here to swim?"
Her voice was playful, brows lifted.
"VIPs don't sit just anywhere."
She smiled softly and leaned her forehead against his shoulder.
Their legs tangled under the water, arms wrapped around each other.
The heat soaked into their skin, into the silence, into the spaces between heartbeats.
His fingers traced slow lines down her back.
Steam curled around them, and somewhere in that quiet warmth—desire rose again, slow and certain.
Celeste brushed the nape of his neck with her fingers.
"You're… doing it again..."
A low sigh escaped his lips.
"You know I lose control when I'm around you…"
That short reply was all it took.
Celeste slowly wrapped her legs around his waist.
A moment later,
Daniel lifted her gently into his arms and stepped out of the spa.
Droplets slid from their soaked swimsuits, leaving a trail on the steam-fogged floor—footprints imprinted like memories.
As they stepped into the shower room, motion-sensor lights flickered on, casting a soft amber glow.
Warm water cascaded over their shoulders and backs, quiet and steady.
On the white-tiled floor, the two of them stood pressed against each other, wrapped in wordless heat.
The straps of Celeste's swimsuit had slipped below her elbows.
Daniel reached up, running wet fingers through her hair, brushing it back as he kissed her—
first her forehead, then her nose, then the corners of her lips, until he finally found her mouth.
Under the sound of falling water, their breaths grew quieter, their skin, hotter.
Celeste placed both hands against the wall and leaned forward slightly.
Daniel placed a firm hand on the small of her back, guiding her into position with a tenderness that still burned.
She inhaled—silent, steady—
and without a word, offered him her body.
He pressed into her slowly.
Deliberate.
Deep.
"…Daniel…"
Her breathy moan melted into the sound of water, and he kissed her shoulder as he began to move.
Slow at first.
Measured.
As if savoring the way she trembled beneath his touch.
When she pushed her hips back toward him—
inviting, eager—
his rhythm deepened.
The feeling of their bodies meeting under the water was surreal, like something that didn't belong to this world.
Slippery skin, drenched hair, heat wrapped in steam, and a rhythm born from breath and longing.
Daniel found her lips again, and in that moment—
body and soul—
they dissolved into each other.
His pace quickened, deepened.
Celeste held onto the wall, whispering his name again and again between shallow breaths.
"…More…"
That one word undid him.
With a low growl, he gripped her waist tighter, pulling her into him with every thrust, harder, deeper, losing himself in her.
The sound of water, flesh against flesh, moans laced with names—
they echoed through the steam-heavy air.
In those moments, there was nothing else.
Only the two of them.
And then—
after a final, breathless push—
"…I—can't..."
Daniel let go inside her, hot, deep, complete.
All of it poured into her, as water and warmth streamed down their bodies.
What remained was trembling breath, and a silence that somehow said everything.
He held her close, whispering into the curve of her back.
"Next time… the car?"
Celeste turned, met his lips with a slow kiss, and whispered back,
"You really are such a pervert…"
Under the falling shower, they simply held each other again—
no words, just the lingering heat of a night they'd never forget.