─┈ 𝑀𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓𝑒◝

🇹🇨 ⟆CarওssingPianoKওys ❧ ╱ ⟆olo #ওmbersₓ ⸻Metaphors are the awareness of the eternal, essential moments for breathing calmly, which is why every pause for reflection is so highly valued when we know, in advance, that such a pause will last no more than ACoupleOfDays, perhaps. Many things happened on nights like the one they were now sharing. They didn’t just take their clothes off to lose themselves in each other’s bodies. They shared moments that had remained off-limits to other people from their respective pasts: dinner, a chat, a drink… now they simply spent long periods in each other’s arms, listening to music and exchanging tastes and opinions. Those nights when they decided not to go out, and to avoid becoming the subject of gossip at that early stage of their relationship, were the ones Max longed for most and looked forward to with excitement. And when such opportunities arose, he spared no effort to make them a reality, just as he had at the end of that week when there has been a break from filming 'Paradise', since the promotion activities for the upcoming Emmy Awards had finally concluded and now all that remained was to await the results of the initial nomination-round voting by the Academy members, from 11 to 22 June. Thoughts swirled through his mind as he looked at 𝓛ou and the wind made the delicate curtains behind her flutter, almost imperceptibly, like a sea pretending to be calm as the night was making its presence felt, reflected in the beauty of thousand stars that rivalled fireworks going off somewhere on the island. The woman’s silhouette was bathed /in the chiaroscuro/ of the open window, a perfect reflection of soft curves that was a feast for his eyes: an invitation to kiss the sky upon her body and to gaze deeply into her pupils, the eyes of a silvery moon and million stars. Suddenly, a gust of wind was enough to extinguish one of the Diptyque candles closest to the window. His thoughts were interrupted, and he stood up to hold a flame to the wick and reignite it. Max also took the liberty of pouring two glasses of wine, approaching 𝓛ou to offer her one. ‘Would you share your thoughts with me?’, he said with a smile, handing her the fine crystal glass. Framed by that window, her sight made him smile. And he drew near, and she drew near. A soft, mischievous smirk danced on his lips as he listens to 𝓛ou before gently kissing her neck, and then savouring on the young woman’s lips the delicate notes of the wine they had just share. He then kissed her shoulder, lingering for a few minutes over such a pleasurable activity, until his lips ceased to caress her skin -that soft, silky canvas… ambrosia- before moving to her lips. The sensation of her kisses was perfectly comparable to the fireworks streaking across and illuminating the dark sky. They made his heart ignite, soar and explode into hundreds of colours and sensations, each one different. He captured her lips between his own, in a slow kiss that seemed to defy time, whilst savouring them intensely. Finally, he pulled away slightly, repositioning himself to face her and gazing at the backdrop of the luminous night. "I missed you...", he whispered in a low, velvety tone, whilst his hand caressed the skin of her neck with his fingertips. Every time they met again, the change in 𝓛ou's behavior was plain to see for Max, ever since the day they’d first met, just some months after she’d ended a relationship that had lasted several years. Her now fiery, rebellious spirit blended with gentleness and courage. Naturally, Max’s feelings were not immune to the confidence she now radiated in her actions and attitude. He watched her bite her lip and fixed his gaze on her, whilst his hands immediately slid down to the soft skin of her thighs, in the new position he now found himself in, standing before her by the window and guided by the discreet movement with which 𝓛ou drew him closer as she unbuttoned his shirt, then wrapping both arms around her neck. In the caress of her arms and between the soft skin of her thighs, the night was reduced to the kisses she slowly resumed on his lips. The lights outside merged into the frame her hair created for her face: luminous in the mysterious hue of her irises, a colour as indecipherable as Max's reasoning about her. She returned each of his kisses with her own, each caress with new ones, giving herself to him in a way that went beyond the physical. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡; 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟. 𝐼𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠… 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. Perhaps that was precisely the best metaphor for a 𝓛ove that they should simply feel, leaving reason aside: a 𝓛ove that could just rise... like ওmbওrs ready to start another fire.⸻

when it was supposed to be a small crush but you’re lowkey obsessed now

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