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There's that tasty smell again. Honestly, Horatio was surprised he could think at all. The way Yelina's lips moved across his would have made any lesser man forget his own name. He felt her lick his bottom lip. After opening his mouth, Horatio had one final thought before his mind went blank. Cinnamon, she tastes like cinnamon.
Yelina felt Horatio's breath hitch as her tongue explored his mouth. If her lips weren't otherwise occupied, she would have smiled. He was a sensory overload to her; he smelled like a new suit; she could hear his breathing (just as ragged and uneven as her own); Yelina could feel his body heat seeping through his clothes. To top everything off, he tasted like oranges. She loved oranges. Now she would never be able to eat one the same way ever again.
They did not want to break this kiss. That was quite apparent through their mutual unwillingness to pull away. No, this act of intimacy would solidify their relationship from here onwards. Horatio's kiss was gentle, slow and sensual, a promise of something much more hidden in the timid movement of his tongue. Yelina's kiss was soft but full of desire. She made herself vulnerable to him, showing her unbridled trust.
The need to breathe was overwhelming. They, reluctantly, pulled away from each other. Pressing their foreheads together they sat trying to catch their breath and grinning like idiots. Yelina ran her fingers along his lips.
Horatio took her hand and kissed her palm. She watched him play with her fingers before she leaned into him, fitting her head in the crook of his neck.
"You're tired." She said quietly.
He smiled against her forehead. "Mm hm."
"Stay with me." She whispered softly.
"What about Ray Jr.?"
"He won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."
"Are you sure?" Horatio asked carefully.
Yelina sat up to look at him in the eyes. "I'm sure." She stood up and offered her hand. Horatio took it and let her lead him down the hall to her bedroom.
Mom is going to kill me, Ray Jr. thought. He had been sent to get another controller for his friend Adrian's Xbox.
"Four people can't play with three controllers Ray." Adrian had said.
So there he was, sneaking into his own house in the dead of night. He had opted to go through his bedroom window instead of the front door. Ray figured he could avoid being seen that way, since Uncle Horatio's hummer was still outside.
Unfortunately, Ray had left some shoes right under the window and tripped. He landed on the floor hard but instead of getting up right away, he just lay there waiting for the inevitable footsteps of an angry mother.
There were no footsteps. There wasn't a sound in the house. Voices from the living room that Ray had expected were nonexistent and that made him curious.
He ventured out into the hall. The house was still silent as Ray tiptoed in the living room. No one was there. What the heck? He decided to not push the grace he had been given and leave when he heard movement from his mother's room.
Tiptoeing carefully, Ray approached the slightly open door and peeked inside. He had not been expecting the sight in front of him.
Fully clothed and on top of the covers lay Yelina and Horatio, both sound asleep. Horatio's arms were wrapped around her from behind, his face buried in her neck. Yelina had intertwined their fingers in front of her stomach.
Silently closing the door, Ray tiptoed back to his room, grabbed the controller and snuck back out of the house. For the rest of the night his friends wondered why he had a huge smile on his face.