So, someone turned Bridgerton into a musical on TikTok, and it's genius. I Burn For You IS SO EFFING GOOD. Here you go. I love you if you're reading this. I don't own that or this or JN.
Burn
Time is trapped in amber. Every second feels like a year. She grabs her phone, checking for any messages from Neutron.
Nothing.
Despite the fact he was a literal genius, he was terrible at communication. She hadn't heard from him since he'd left that morning. She had no idea when he would be here, and it is going to drive her crazy.
"He'll get here when he gets here," she reprimands herself.
She picks up the book next to her. She reads the same paragraph three times, trying to make sense of it. But the words are black streaks on the page. In her mind, she imagines his soft exhale of breath against her skin as he whispers her name in her ear. She imagines the warmth of his fingers and his mouth undoing her with every press and silky caress. Oh god.
With a growl, she snaps the book shut and tosses it aside.
Later, in an ice-cold shower, she washes her hair a bit harder than she needs to. She tries to think about something else. Anything else other than the fire that's eating her alive inside. She rings out her hair and slips on her robe. That's when she hears the lock turn. Tears sting her eyes as she swings the bathroom door open and runs through the apartment at full speed.
"Cindy, I'm home. Whoa!" Jimmy exclaims as she tackles him to the floor with a thud. "Hello to you too. Why are you wet, and why are we on the floor?" He asks.
Her arms tighten around his middle. "I took a shower, and I tackled you. Welcome," she kisses his forehead, "home," she kisses his lips and then his neck. Slow and lingering, enjoying the hypnotic taste of him on her tongue. She pulls away reluctantly, and Jimmy sits up a little.
"I should leave more often," he chuckles.
"Don't you dare," she hisses.
"Did you miss me or something?" He teases.
She feels a temptation to quip back. Instead, she takes his hand and brings it inside of her robe to settle over her heart. Showing him how her blood sings for him. "Yes."
His eyes, blue and dark, meet hers. Familiar desire sparks between them, and shivers of want lick up her spine. Without breaking the sensual eye contact, she leans forward. He lets out a low moan, and the flame roars into an inferno. She welcomes it and loses herself to it. Because Jimmy is here, and she's not letting him go.
"Are we really doing this on the floor?" He inquires with amusement.
"Are you objecting?"
"Not at all."
"Good."
With that, she crushes her mouth against his, and together, they burn.