They’d gone out dancing.
Not the wild kind, but the kind that lingered—slow steps, soft beats, heat in every pause. The city lights had faded behind them as they slipped into the quiet of their shared apartment, shoes left by the door, laughter still clinging to their skin.
Mae poured wine. Leo loosened his tie. Junie kicked off her heels and flopped onto the velvet couch, her dress riding up just enough to reveal the top of her thigh.
She caught Leo watching. He didn’t hide it.
Mae passed him a glass but said nothing—just raised an eyebrow and then sat on the arm of the couch, one hand gently finding the back of Junie’s neck.
Junie tilted her head up, inviting the kiss she knew was coming. Mae leaned in slowly, savoring the moment, her lips brushing once, then again, before pressing fully into hers. The kiss was languid, full of all the patience of a night that hadn’t yet ended.
Leo stepped closer, setting both glasses down, his fingers undoing the rest of his buttons as he knelt in front of them. He ran his hands up Junie’s calves, parting her legs slightly, just enough to lean in and kiss the inside of her knee.
She shivered.
Mae slid down beside her, pulling Junie into her lap, while Leo explored slowly—his hands mapping familiar territory with renewed hunger. He kissed Junie’s neck as she kissed Mae’s collarbone, each touch connecting them like links in a chain.
Clothes fell away in quiet pieces—soft sighs, low gasps, the thrum of desire building like a low, steady rhythm.
They didn’t rush. The three of them never did. Every moment was a conversation—bodies speaking in gesture and glance, a dance they’d come to know by heart.
When they finally gave in to the pull of it, it wasn’t frantic—it was focused, reverent. The kind of intimacy that blurred where one ended and another began. Hands moved from one to the other, mouths tasted, eyes locked, pleasure passed between them like a secret.
Afterward, they lay tangled across the velvet couch, skin warm, lips swollen, laughter returning in small waves.
“You’re insatiable,” Junie whispered into Mae’s hair.
Leo chuckled, brushing his fingers across both their backs. “Speak for yourself.”
Outside, the city never stopped moving.
But in their little world, everything had already happened. And everything still would.