A/N: Of course when I finally upload something for the first time this year, it's at the very end of 2020. How on-brand for me. (I've actually been writing fics all year, but I've been too drained to complete and upload anything, lmao.)

Everything occurred in a blur.

Nikki stood on the balcony outside her bedroom, aimlessly chatting with Jonesy. Each sentence led them closer and closer together until her back pressed against the warm brick adjacent to the window. A gentle, summer breeze caressed her arms and legs, not unlike the way he caressed her waist and his tongue caressed her own. His lips took her on a balmy, unforgettable trip.

He radiated warmth and comfort no matter the season. His kisses scorched her lips. His palms slid under her t-shirt, simmering the skin beneath. Butterflies paled in comparison when he stoked flames within her belly. With her permission, he melted her with ease.

One hand splayed upon his shirtless back while the other tangled itself in his hair.

He retracted his tongue, opting to play with her lower lip instead, grazing his teeth against it before gently sucking on it.

A moan escaped her.

He stopped, taking a moment to grin and chuckle at the puddle he made of her. His face remained centimeters away from her own, allowing the warm breath from his chuckle to ghost her skin.

Her hand, the one that rested in his hair, moved to his face instead. Her fingertips stroked the side of it, registering smooth skin and defined bone structure. Not too far from her fingers resided his smile. His charming, pearly, braces-straightened smile.

After chuckling herself, she spoke in a tender voice. "You know, I really did pick a handsome boyfriend."

"And I got a beautiful chick," he responded, his volume as soft as hers. He straightened his posture and placed his hand between her thighs, rubbing her over her pajama shorts. "Looks like we both hit the jackpot."

"Mmm," she replied, acknowledging both his statement and the stimulation.

"So," he asked in a husky tone, filling her with more arousal, "what do you wanna do tonight?"

Mischief danced in his eyes as she gazed at him. She smirked. "It's less about what and more about who."

He raised his free hand, crossing his index and middle fingers. "Ooh, I hope it's me," he said.

She laughed. "You're so silly."

"And you're so sexy." His impish expression dissolved into something smoldering. "So, wanna take this to the bed, or…?"

"Not really. It feels good out here. And I kind of have an idea."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"We've never fucked out here before."

Removing his hand from the apex of her thighs, he ground the protrusion in his boxers against her. "Go on."

With one simple move, he dizzied her. "I… I…"

In moments, she yanked her shorts down her legs, he abandoned his boxers, and they hurried to the balcony railing. Her hands gripped the warm, iron rail in front of her. After he slipped inside, she hummed with pleasure. He held her hips, making himself comfortable behind her. She gyrated against him as he pushed and pulled against her.

The black sky, a few specks of white, and a small crescent moon served as their audience.

She wouldn't describe herself with thrillseeker. If anything, wanderlust suited her. However, her love of traveling involved more than catching flights and embarking on road trips. Finding new positions and places to couple with her boyfriend excited her, too. They had romped everyone possible. Their beds. Their floors. The beanbag near his bedroom window. Her living-room couch when her parents went to work. The hot tub in his backyard. (His face.) His shower. (She thanked the universe everyday for that detachable showerhead.)

Discovering a new location for their heated trysts delighted her. She welcomed it like a breath of fresh air, much like the summer air she inhaled as her boyfriend pounded into her.

He rubbed his hand over her rear in slow circles before lifting it and smacking down upon it, coaxing a whimper from her.

"Jonesy."

He grunted, sounding satisfied behind her. "Love it when you say my name like that."

The faint chirp of crickets, the squelch of dewy skin, and their noises of delectation filled her ears, filling her with more arousal. She derived gratification from hearing how they sounded, especially in positions like this where she couldn't see him. She imagined his lips parting to release a grunt, his eyes fluctuating between half-lidded and completely closed as he lost himself inside her depths, his muscles flexing and jutting against his brown skin as he maneuvered.

He snaked his right hand from her waist to her clitoris, touching the bundle of nerves directly (unlike earlier when he teased her over her shorts).

"Like that. Fuck," she crooned, a long and breathy mmm following her words.

Horny bliss rolled off them in waves. She set him alight in the same manner that he did to her.

"Baaaabe," he rasped, slamming into her with more intent, never once letting up on her clit.

"Yes," she repeated over and over and over and over in an uneven pitch. Her eyes fluttered with more stars than the sky above. Her cheeks sizzled with heat. A glorious feeling ebbed within, growing and expanding until she lost control of her body.

Whimpers flooded out of her mouth while she rode out this electric sensation.

His grip on her hips tightened. His pelvis rammed against her with less finesse, giving her a couple more strokes until he burst.

"Goddamn," he groaned as he caught his breath.

"Oh, shit," she said amid panting. "I really needed that."

After taking a moment to collect themselves, they faced each other. She stood on her tippy toes, and he leaned over, meeting each other halfway for a couple brief yet loving kisses.

"I bet the neighbors know my name after tonight," he said with a suggestive smile.

A smile tugged at her lips, too. "I'm not so sure about that. It sounded more like a Nikki fan-club meeting to me."

"Smooth."

"I know," she bragged. "Also, by the way, one of the perks of being in my fan club is that you get to take a shower with me."