The biggest room in the mansion is the dining hall. Years ago, when it seemed like the grunts were growing restless and perhaps even depressed, they'd clear all the tables and chairs from the room, and deck it out as best they could for a party. This would be a fun few hours of dancing and carrying on until night came and the curse could no longer be ignored. But as years went by, these events became less and less frequent, until they didn't happen at all. The idea would be brought up from time to time, but either Guzma would shut it down or there just wouldn't be enough enthusiasm for it.

But enthusiasm seems in abundance now. Word had spread throughout the mansion, that yes, finally they would be having another Team Skull bash, and furthermore, the boss was finally going to make his move. Both of these things had long been anticipated, and the grunts charged with planning the party were determined to do the most they could.

True to his word, Liam took charge in clearing out and decorating the dining hall. Among his group or party planners, is Ethan, causing Liam's normally relaxed and goofy demeanor to be broken.

Guzma's watching them now as they set about blocking out all the windows in the room. Sure, they may not be able to party at night as Lycanrocs, but they could at least pretend. Ethan is helping Liam cover a window with a thick, dark sheet, and there's a blush that hasn't left Liam's cheeks. Guzma can't help but find it amusing that Liam, who normally never shuts up, seems stunned into silence at Ethan's mere presence. Even so, the fact that he is so much as interacting with Ethan is a step forward.

Liam might not be quick thinking when it comes to his own romantic endeavors, but Guzma's grateful that he was, on occasion, quick thinking for him. When they'd started clearing the dining hall, she had asked what was going on. Guzma had felt reluctant to tell her, as he had wanted this to be a surprise like the reading room. He mumbles to her that they're "sorta setting up a party kinda" and she'd asked what the occasion was. Liam cut in and told her that it was in celebration of Guzma fully recovering and had led her off to find something to distract her before coming back to help again. He wondered why Liam couldn't be that smooth when it came to Ethan.

Liam stumbles, falls and brings the sheet down with him. Ethan bends over, asking him if he's ok, and Liam's face couldn't possibly get any redder. Or so Guzma thought, until Ethan held out a hand to help Liam up. Luckily Ethan seems understanding enough of Liam's nervousness. After helping him to his feet, he still holds onto Liam's hand and shakes his arm a bit, telling him, "Hey, it's alright! Relax, ok?" And surprisingly, Liam does actually seem to grow more comfortable. The redness starts to leave his face, and his shoulders are no longer tense.

Guzma silently wishes his friend the best, then turns to take a walk around the rest of the room and survey the progress. He finds Plumeria hunched over a laptop going through a collection of songs on some program. He can't help but laugh a bit when he sees how hard she's concentrating. Plumeria took many things seriously, but none more seriously than music. When it'd come to their previous parties, this was her domain. "How's it going, DJ Plumes?" he asks her.

She looks up at him, shaking her head a bit at the nickname. "Just about done picking out what'll be best I think. Kinda missed doing this."

He sits down next to her. "Yeah, well, you always had an ear for it."

"I wonder sometimes," she says, looking up from the laptop out across the room. "What could have been without this curse. If I'd kept doing music, kept DJing, all of that. There's a lot that I just stopped doing over the years."

Guzma rubs at his undercut, feeling a pang of guilt. "I think we all stopped doing a lot after a while, ya know?"

Plumeria nods and looks at him. "Do you - do you really think this is it? It's gonna be such a close call if it is." He realizes she's referring to the curse and her.

"I mean..." he's unsure what to say. It feels like such an awkward thing to talk about, and he's never been very good at expressing this kinda thing anyway.

"You like her, right?"

He runs a hand down the side of his face. "Yes. A lot."

Plumeria goes back to searching through her laptop, "Then you better make sure she knows it, G."

That was the plan, wasn't it? The whole real point of this party was to give them an opportunity to progress this further. And it should all go fine, right? She's into him, isn't she? She had nearly kissed him. So why is he starting to get nervous? Guzma finds himself wishing there wasn't so much riding on this. That they were just two people outside this town who'd just happen to meet and hit it off. That there was no added pressure of the curse. If there's one thing he feels he needs to do, he has to make sure she knows that this isn't about the curse; that he'd feel this way regardless.

He thinks of all this as he helps grunts cover windows, hang up whatever they could find for decorations, and later, even rig lighting. It'd turned out that Ethan had been holding out on them. As he and Liam talk throughout the day, it's revealed that Ethan's a bit of a tech wizard when they find some motorized lights that had long been forgotten about in one of the rooms. So, he sets about programming a sort of light show to go along with Plumeria's music. Liam practically beams with pride as Ethan orders around Guzma and some of the grunts around while installing the various lights, which they'd pulled from around the mansion. Together Liam and Ethan even manage to create a spotlight with a cutout of the Team Skull logo.

It takes a few days to get everything just right, and while it may not be perfect, it was as close as they could get with simply cobbling things together from around Po Town. It is the most effort they've ever put into one of their parties, and Guzma's feeling a certain amount of pride that these kids, who no one saw potential in, all had various talents that made this reformed dining hall a reality. It was impressive what they'd managed to do with so little.

It'd been difficult to keep her from seeing it. With the dining room unavailable, they'd all been eating around the mansion. Guzma did his best to make sure she was brought food, so that she didn't have to pass through the dining hall to get to the kitchen. She seemed slightly annoyed by this, but she complied. The hall would remain a surprise for her.

As it draws closer to the start of the party, he becomes more and more nervous, trying to plan out what he'll do and say.

"How about this?" Plumeria asks, handing you yet another tiny black dress.

You've lost count of how many there have been. You finally decide to just say it. "Don't - don't you guys have anything that's not, well, black?"

Plumeria pauses, looking at you.

"Not that there's anything wrong with black! It's just, I dunno, not quite my thing," you tell her. Truthfully, in some ways you'd even grown tired of the Team Skull tanks and pants you'd been wearing in your time here. They sure were dedicated to that black and white look. It suited many of them, especially Guzma and Plumeria, but you're unsure of how it looks on you. You like a little more color.

Plumeria puts a hand to her chin, thinking. Then she lights up, smiling at you. "Actually, I think I do!" She goes back to rooting in a closet full of clothes. "Can't believe I forgot about this one!" she yells to you. There's sounds of fabric being pushed aside and the clattering of hangers and other things, then she reemerges, holding out a dress. "I think it's perfect! What do you think?"

You take the dress from her, and look it over. Most of it is a very light gray. It's a short cocktail dress that flares out a bit at the hips and has a sweetheart neckline. There's purple accents along the bottom of the dress that you realize is the repeating pattern of a Wimpod tail. There's additional purple with the small collar around the neckline that almost gives the impression of antennae, a band around the waist, and the spaghetti straps are purple as well.

You run your fingers over the soft material. You always did have a thing for purple, and if the tattoos were any indication, Guzma does as well. You smile up at Plumeria. "Yep! This is it for sure!"

It's time now, and you're pretty excited to see what the dining hall looks like. It'd taken them multiple days to do whatever they were doing in there. You look in the mirror in your room, feeling a little sheepish. It's like it's prom and you're waiting on your date. Plumeria had found purple flats for you to wear with the Wimpod dress. You'd done your hair and makeup with things some of the grunts had lent you that they had stashed away. You twist around a bit, looking at yourself in the mirror from all sides. You look pretty good, you think, though you hope you don't seem overdressed compared to everyone else.

There's a knock on the door and you open it to find Plumeria and Liam there.

"Very nice, girlie," Plumeria tells you.

Liam nods his approval. "Ya boy will be all about this!"

"Yeah?" you say. "Speaking of which, what'd ya do to Guzma?"

"We may have made him clean up a bit." Liam winks at you.

Plumeria nods towards the stairs. "Come on down and see."

The three of you stop in front of the double doors to the dining hall. You slowly open them and take a step inside, joy and awe bring a giant smile to your face. It's almost as if they've managed to set up a nightclub within the hall. The windows have all been covered to simulate night and lights are strung up around the room, moving and flashing along to the booming music. Purple, yellow, orange, and green decorations, like the colorful graffiti outside have been put up on the walls, and there's a spotlight shining the Team Skull logo down on what seems to be the middle of a dance floor. Grunts are milling about, some dancing, some nursing drinks. It looks nothing like the dining hall it once was; all of their hard work has transformed it into something far beyond what you thought would be possible using just what they have in the town. With all the lights and colors, it's downright magical.

You walk further inside, admiring all around you. Plumeria leaves to attend to the music, and Liam goes off, you assume, to find Ethan. You're still taking it all in when you hear a familiar voice say, "hey," behind you.

You turn, and there's Guzma, who has indeed been cleaned up a bit. The sweat pants have been exchanged for black jeans, the hoodie for an open light gray button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a purple shirt that just so happens to be the same shade as the purple on your dress. You realize that the two of you match and you wonder if Liam and Plumeria did this on purpose.

Guzma rubs at the back of his neck. "You look - you look great."

You smile. "So do you!" You step closer and pull him into a hug. "I see you're wearing the Wimpod evolution line as well."

"Blame Liam for that one." Guzma laughs as you part. He gestures to the room around you. "So what do you think?"

"It's awesome! I can't believe you all managed to do this."

"Yeah, surprised me even," he admits. "We've never made this old dining hall look so good before."

You look him over again, admiring how this set of tighter clothes fits him. His arms especially seem nice and welcoming in the rolled up button up, and damn he could make a pair of jeans look good. He glances at you, catching you staring, and you blush, hoping it's not noticeable in the darkened room.

A few grunts greet the both of you as they approach and make conversation for a while. They start talking about a human that's been sighted within Po Town but keeps disappearing. Someone who's not you.

Guzma brushes it off, telling you it's just the grunts imaginations running wild after being trapped so long.

"I'm telling you, boss," says a female grunt. "There was a guy! And he was just looking in windows and shit!"

"And then what?" Guzma asks.

"He just vanished when I looked again!"

Guzma sighs and rolls his eyes.

"No, no, for real!" says a male grunt. "One time I was sleeping, right? Then I heard a noise. When I looked, there was someone who moved real fast outta the window. He was looking in!"

"Did you go looking for whoever it was?"

"Yeah, but they were gone, boss."

"Are you trying to tell me Shady House is haunted by a human?"

The grunts shrug. "Maybe," says the male one.

Guzma groans, running a hand down the side of his face.

You question him when the grunts leave. "You're not... a little concerned about that?"

He puts a hand around your waist and pulls you closer, sending a tingling sensation up your spine. "Doll, if there really was a human in Po Town, I'd know about it."

You press into the side of him a bit, feeling giddy. You wonder to yourself what it is you hope to happen tonight; what he's hoping for. The two of you had nearly kissed in his room not too long ago - something you remember feeling sorely disappointed about not happening. You'd been so close to acting on the ever growing pull that seems to draw the two of you together. That attraction had been something you'd questioned yourself on too. You'd lain awake at night trying to pull apart your emotions for him and separate them from the curse. The only conclusion you could come to was that curse or no, you've grown so fond of how you feel when he's around. It's like something familiar and yet still so new. It's comforting but also exciting. Strange that someone could almost feel like home and an adventure at the same damn time. And yet, there was also still a distance between the two of you.

But maybe that distance could be closed tonight.

You look around the hall and spot Liam. He looks absolutely ecstatic as he dances with Ethan out on the floor. Well, that certainly had come a ways from Liam merely stuttering and blushing in front of him. "Look!" you tell Guzma.

He follows your gaze, his face splitting into a grin when he sees his friend. He puts a hand around his mouth and yells, "Yeah! Fucking get it, Liam!"

Liam does not stop dancing, but he looks around, a little confused, until he spots Guzma. He grins back at him and flips him off before returning his attention to Ethan.

You look for Plumeria and find her in a booth that's been set up with various equipment around her that she's busy with. She's got a large set of headphones on, and the biggest smile you've ever seen her wear. "Has Plumeria always been so into music?" you ask Guzma.

"Plumes? Oh yeah, she was always the one in charge of music for these things. She's pretty good, right? She used to do some great mashups... but she kinda stopped after a while. This is the first she's done this kinda thing in forever."

"Why'd she stop?"

Guzma looks down a bit, like he's considering what to say. "Being stuck here, well, a lot of people kinda got depressed. Things started to look pointless. They stopped doing things they loved. You should have seen all the sketches and architectural shit Liam used to do."

You remember Liam mentioning how he'd wanted to be an architect when he'd given you a tour. You watch Plumeria now, and if music makes her this happy, you're hoping Liam goes back to doing his thing too. You wonder what other grunts have given up because of the curse.

Guzma notices your pensiveness and takes your hand. "Hey, wanna go dance?"

"Oh I don't really - I haven't really ever - I don't know-" you stammer, going dancing wasn't ever something you'd done. Partying in general was a little outside your comfort zone. With having to care for your sister and all that entailed, there hadn't really been much opportunity to.

He laughs, giving your hand a squeeze. "It's not hard! If I can go jumping in puddles, you can dance."

Liam must have noticed your hesitance, as he's suddenly there with you and Guzma. "Boss, lady, you both are coming out here. That's enough dicking around!" Liam grabs each of you by the hand and drags you out to the dance floor with Ethan. You glance at Guzma, but he just smiles at you, playfully rolling his eyes at Liam.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, watching Liam and Ethan continue their bobbing along with the music, feeling embarrassed and a little put on the spot. Then Guzma's behind you, placing his hands on your hips, gently guiding you, making you sway to the music.

"This alright?" he asks in your ear. Between his closeness to you, the hands on your hips, and his breath on your skin you feel like you're going to melt. He's so warm behind you and you can't fight the urge to press back into him. His touch makes you feel light and airy; almost dizzy. All you can manage to do is nod.

He continues to guide you, until you start to relax and get the hang of it, picking up the pace. Soon you blend in with Liam, Ethan, and the rest of the grunts on the dance floor, all dancing to the music under the team skull spotlight shining down. The party begins to turn into a blur of music, lights, smiles, and Guzma's surprisingly gently touch on you. You feel completely adrift on a wave of happiness and excitement.

The music changes a bit to something a little slower, and the two of you are now facing each other.

"Might not be runnin' around in the rain," he says, "but you having fun?"

You laugh and put your hands on his shoulders as his move back to your hips. "Most I've had in a while."

He gives you a bright smile that makes you feel a little weak. You really were getting swept up in all of this. "Good." He looks around the room a bit and chuckles, like he's remembered something.

"What?" you ask him.

"Oh, uh, nothing. My parents forced me to take ballroom dancing when I was younger. Even had the instructor come to us. Lessons were in this very hall and I hated every minute of it. Still remember how to though."

"You're joking."

"I swear I'm not!" he laughs.

"Big Bad Wolf can ballroom dance?"

"Is it that hard to believe?"

"Well, you're not really the picture of grace and sophistication."

He huffs. "Nah, more like destruction in human form."

"Something like that."

He pauses a moment before smirking at you. "Ya wanna see?"

"What? You're the one who took lessons. I-" He takes one of your hands while the other stays on your hip, and begins leading you around the floor in big gallant sweeps that take you a second to catch up with.

His face is a giant sarcastic grin. "Told you!"

You can't help but laugh as you fall into step with him. "This isn't exactly the music to go with this."

"Eh, so we make it work," he says, suddenly twirling you around. He pulls you back towards him. "Might work out pretty well. You never know."

"You talking about the music or yourself?"

"Hey, why not both!"

You continue to dance around the room, Guzma leading you. You vaguely notice that the grunts are clearing the floor to watch the two of you, but your moment of self-consciousness vanishes when your eyes meet his. He holds your gaze and smiles that charming half-smile of his that almost makes you stagger. The rest of the room and the audience you have feel like they're melting away. Both of you laugh as you step about. It's absolutely ridiculous but you can't help but give in to the moment. Right now, there's no one but the two of you.

The music comes to a close, leaving you to sway to a stop. He gently pulls you into him, eyes not leaving yours. There's a moment that feels like an eternity where you just stay like that. Then you decide that this time, there would be no "almost." You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on tiptoe, finally placing your lips on his. He brings you up toward him, hands on your back, responding just as eagerly, deepening the kiss between you. It feels as if you're on fire with all the anticipation you've both had for this. Everything within you is sparks and tingles, egging you onward as you cling to him.

All the grunts around you absolutely erupt in cheers, claps, hoots, and whistles. You feel him smiling into the kiss as you laugh a bit, but neither of you breaks from the other yet, content to stay in this moment a little longer.

Afterwards, the two of you leave the dance floor, hand-in-hand. You rush Guzma a bit, still laughing, but feeling a little embarrassed from all the attention. You're lightheaded with happiness.

He turns you toward him. "Hey, is it alright if we go talk for a bit? Somewhere quieter?"

You're not sure what he has in mind, but with all the excitement, you're feeling bold. You wouldn't mind being alone with him for a while. "Yeah, your room is sounding pretty good right now."

His eyes widen a bit and then his face splits into a mischievous grin. "Hey, sounds good to me too."

You quietly make your exit from the dining hall toward the double doors. On your way, you see Liam and Ethan sitting together holding hands. Liam looks up as you pass and he finger guns at Guzma saying, "Eyyy boss!"

Guzma smirks at him, flipping him off before you're both out the doors.

The hallways are empty with all the grunts distracted with the party. Guzma leads you by the hand through the mansion and up the stairs. At the top, you trip a bit and he catches you. You take the opportunity to pull him down into another long kiss. Now that that threshold has been crossed, it feels impossible not to keep pushing boundaries. You no longer feel you have to suppress or deny your attraction to him, so all you want is to get as close as you can. Your hands find their way into his soft hair, your fingers running through the strands. He gives a slight moan and you can't help but laugh. "You like that? You're not gonna start kicking your leg are you?"

He chuckles and pulls you flush to him. "Nah, you'll have to find the spot that makes me do that." Then his mouth is on yours again as you slowly continue your way to his room.

It takes far longer than it should to get there, with the pauses for feverish kisses and increasingly braver hands exploring each other. You're in a darkened, windowless hallway when he pushes you up against the wall, arms boxing you in, and his gray, lustful eyes on yours. It's quiet for a moment, with nothing but the sound of both of you breathing heavy. His hand brush across your forehead, sweeping strands of hair behind your ear before moving to your chin to tilt your head up towards him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue pressing into your mouth. You meet his tongue with yours, your hands clutching at his back.

His mouth leaves your lips and he begins to kiss and suck at your neck, drawing a whimper out of you. He keeps going down until he reaches the neckline of the dress. His fingers run under one of the straps on your shoulder, playing with it. "Let's -let's get to your room so we can just take it off," you manage to pant out. It was hard to think straight, much less talk with his hands and mouth on you. The growing warmth between your legs is begging for attention.

Guzma sweeps you up into another ravenous kiss before continuing to lead you onward. "You got it, princess."

You finally make it to his room, and when the door closes behind you, you eagerly pull him over to his bed, making him laugh a bit as he follows, both of you kicking off your shoes. Feeling emboldened behind closed doors, you straddle him as he sits on the bed, leaning down to kiss him. His hands are back on your shoulders, under the straps again. You reach behind yourself, feeling for the zipper, which you can just barely manage to get down without needing help.

He begins to slide the straps down your shoulders when he pauses to ask, "This - this ok?"

"Yeah, very," you nod and he gently removes the straps from you, pulling the the dress down until your breasts are in front of him. Your position on him puts them just at face level, so he puts his hands behind you, pulling you towards him. The feel of his hands on your bare back makes you shiver as it sends tingles up to your skull, but it's nothing compared to when his face is pressed against your front as he starts kissing his way from your collarbone and down to the curve of your breast. Your breath hitches, and you run your fingers through his hair, biting your lip.

He takes his time exploring with lips and tongue around your breasts before finally coming to your nipples. By this point you'd been anticipating it so much that you moan when he runs his tongue over one of them. His hands run up and down your back, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He licks and sucks at your nipples, making you dizzy with desire as your hands thread through his hair. He begins drawing circles with his tongue around the hardened nipple in front of him and it feels like it's sending sparks straight down between your legs. You let out another moan.

He pulls his mouth from your chest a bit and says, "God, I'm glad you came here," against your skin, and then looks up at your face.

You huff. "Against all odds, I'm glad I came here too."

He lifts you off his lap, and maneuvers so that you're laying on the bed and he's over you. He fixes you with a sincere stare. "This - this isn't about the curse you know."

You blink, surprised that he's bringing this up now.

"Even without it, I'd still - You're still - Fuck, I'm not good at this," he stammers looking away a moment before meeting your gaze again. "You are... amazing and your being here has made me incredibly happy, and that's got nothin' to do with trying to get out of this place. We could be anywhere and I'd still feel the same way. I just didn't want you to think, well, you know."

You smile up at him, finding the way he's trying so damn hard incredibly irresistible. "It's ok," you tell him. "I'd like you even if you weren't the cursed leader of a gang in a town I've heard fairy tales about," you can't help laughing as you say it.

He grins down at you. "Hey, I just wanted you to know I'm being genuine!"

"You wanna keep being mushy, Big Bad Wolf, or are you gonna let me huff, puff, and blow you."

He laughs heartily and then bends down to catch your lips in a fervent kiss.

He helps you wriggle the rest of the way out of the dress, and you help him out of the button up and shirt in return. You run your hands along his chest and through the hair you find there, unable to keep your hands off the newly exposed skin. He leans back over you, coaxing you into laying on the bed again, as he returns to kissing you, one of his hands cupping a breast and running his thumb over a nipple. He plays with it until he has you moaning again and then his hands begin to travel lower, gently passing down your sides until he's got a couple fingers playing with the edge of your panties.

He looks up at you questioningly and you nod, giving him the ok to remove them. Now that he's got you completely naked, he grins at you in a way that you can only call "wolfish." Something about it makes you ache even further with desire. His mouth is back on your nipples, as he runs a hand down your inner thigh. It comes to rest between your legs and you spread them instinctively. His finger slips between the folds, feeling around in the wetness, making you gasp.

He pauses sucking and licking at your nipples just long enough to tell you, "You are so wet, doll."

All you can do is pant out "uh huh," as his fingers find your clit and begin circling it. Between that and what his mouth is doing to your breasts, you're downright dizzy. You moan and it seems to egg him on. He carefully inserts one finger than two, pulling them in and out as you feel an intensity building within you, getting lost in the feel of his touches.

He slows his motions teasingly, and your hips buck against his hand, trying to reach the same sensation again. When he removes his hand, you sigh in frustration.

He laughs a bit, and then he's moving lower on you, hands slipping down your thighs. You sit up on your elbows look at him surprised, as he places your legs on either of his shoulders. He looks at you from between your legs with such intense eyes and a wicked smile as he asks you, "You want this?"

You nod quickly.

He kisses down your inner thighs for a moment, eyes never leaving yours. "Let me hear it," he says and continues edging his mouth closer to the wetness, driving you mad.

"Please," you whimper.

He finally moves his face between your legs, his tongue darting out and exploring, licking from the lowest part of your entrance to the top, pushing gently and finding your clit. You gasp as he continuously runs his tongue around it, resisting the urge to press your hips further into his face. When he latches around your clit and begins to suck you can't help crying out. His hands grip harder around your thighs, pulling you towards him and spreading your legs further. He's got you coming undone under his tongue. You can't remember the last time anything felt this good.

There's a new sensation as he sticks his tongue into you, flicking it around, and you close your thighs around his head, your hands in his hair, biting your lip. He presses further into you a moment longer before returning to your clit. You can feel orgasm building, and when it happens you gasp again and moan, fingers curling in his hair, thighs clenched around his head, and his hands holding your thighs in place.

You're still panting when he comes up smirking at you and wiping his chin with the back of his hand. "That alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, yeah," you tell him trying to catch your breath and feeling a little anxious to return the favor. You lie there a moment recovering and thinking, a bit blissed out. Never in a million years would you have thought your coming to Po Town would wind up like this. For as much as you were unsure of him at first, Guzma had turned out to be so much more than you'd thought. You realize that he really could be someone you could fall for - maybe you were already starting to fall for him. The curse and trying to break it had felt like too much pressure and responsibility before, but when you look at him now, as he leans over you and plants a loving kiss on your lips, you think that maybe breaking the curse might just be the easiest thing in the world.

You sit up and to his surprise - and delight - begin unbuttoning his pants, wishing you hadn't let him keep them on even this long. He helps you get rid of the jeans, and then you're pulling at his boxers with your fingertips until you reveal his erection. You don't waste time, taking it in your hands, pumping up and down a few times before pressing the head to your mouth.

"Shit!" Guzma curses.

You smile then slowly lower yourself further down on him, earning a "shit, shit, fuck." You go as low as you can, which is, unfortunately, not all that low, as he's rather big, and come back up, running your tongue along him as you do. You keep your movements slow and teasing for now. When you reach the top, you pay careful attention to the head, slowly dragging your tongue around it and Guzma moans.

Since you can't take him all the way in without gagging, you use your hand to take care of the rest. You finally pick up speed and he falls backwards on the bed, a hand over his forehead, biting his lip. You work this way for a while, swirling your tongue around the head each time you come up, enjoy the sounds you're dragging out of him and watching his fingers twist around the bed sheets.

You pick up speed best you can, but then he's stopping you with a hand on your shoulder, breathing heavy and saying, "Hold on, hold on, wait. I'm gonna - Don't you wanna?"

You pull off of him and wipe your mouth, realizing what he means. He immediately pulls you toward him, catching you in a deep kiss. He brushes strands of hair behind your ear and settles you on the bed, then he moves between your legs.

He watches your face as he gently pushes inside. You're already so wet that it's easy for him to do. He thrusts a couple times cautiously, and your hands move up to his hair. When he picks up the pace a bit, you can't help rutting your hips up into his, moaning.

He moves your legs around his waist and you use them to pull him closer, the added depth letting him hit something inside you that's bringing you closer to the edge. When he reaches down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts your back arches and you cry out his name without really meaning to. This sets that wicked grin back on his face and he moves harder within you.

He leans in towards you as he continues. "Say it again, doll, say my name. I wanna hear how much you like it," he pants.

You can only moan in response as he bottoms out within you. You can feel yourself start to clench around him, which seems to set him over the edge, so now it's him that's moaning. A couple more flicks of your clit and you're coming too, hands clawing at his back and saying his name one final time.

He smiles as you yell it out, then places his forehead on your shoulder, slumping a bit, exhausted. For a moment you both stay there, coming down from it all, before he places one more kiss on you before rising to clean up.

You're both still in the bed later, the party downstairs long forgotten about. You've got fresh clothes on, and you've been sitting there in his room for a while just talking and laughing. You yawn then, and so does he. He checks his watch for the time, telling you, "Still got a few hours before sundown if you wanna nap here."

You lean into him and he wraps an arm around you. You're already enjoying the newfound closeness between the two of you more than you'd ever care to admit out loud. "A nap sounds amazing."

As you lay together, with his arm over yours, one of his legs between yours, and your back pressed against him, you realize how melancholy it is that the two of you can't actually spend a night together. Not really anyway. Closest you would get for now is daytime naps like this one.

Guzma's breathing evens as he falls asleep. Your eyes are growing heavy from exhaustion, and you drift off contemplating the curse and hoping it can be broken in time.