Kamou's apartment door opened, two people rushed in. Their bodies linked to each other. Kamou pushed the door shut with her leg immersed in the kisses Juho was planting on her face.
"I can't tell you how I resisted all this time. You look so good walking around in this dress." Juho captured her lips.
He held her waist with both hands, his back rested along the wall. As the kissing got intense, Kamou's tongue made its way inside his mouth, exploring the hidden corners. They both occasionally gasped for air, it was getting hard to breath, they wanted more.
Juho broke the kiss, gently carrying her in his arms, he walked inside the bedroom. There was a huge full-length mirror in the bedroom, Juho gently placed her in front of it. Kamou looked at herself in the mirror, Juho standing just behind her. The moonlight coming through the windows illuminated the room. Juho took a clip from her vanity and tied her hair into a messy bun. He snaked his arms around her waist resting his hands on her stomach. Kamou patiently observed him, the reflection of them together looked so perfect.
"You looked stunning today. Let me show you what effect you have on me." Juho whispered into her ears.
Juho held out her left arms, he planted a soft kiss on the back of her arms. Leaving small kisses, he made his way up to her shoulder. Kamou saw it all unfold in the mirror, the change in her expression, the goosebumps appearing on her skin, the neediness in her eyes.
"The day I first saw you, you were wearing the same color. I couldn't take my eyes off you that day. Now you are in my arms, I still can't take my eyes off you." With that he attacked her neck with his mouth. Sucking it hard, he left a red mark as Kamou whimpered in pain.
"I crave you so much. I need you more and more every day." he seductively said in her ear. A small moan escaped Kamou's lips. Juho licked her earlobe making her give up. Feeling weak in her legs Kamou rested her head on his chest.
"Juhoo..." she looked at his reflection. The intense look in his eyes was turning her on. Seeing her reaction, a smirk appeared on his face. He was enjoying it, teasing her, leaving her helpless.
"Patience my love."
He held her shoulders, supporting her back on her feet. Sliding her shoulder straps, he seductively moved his hands down her waist, feeling every inch of her skin. He planted wet kisses down her backbone. Her dress was almost falling off her body. Embarrassed to see herself naked, Kamou held onto her dress managing to cover her curves.
Holding her hand, Juho led her to the bed. Kamou awkwardly sat on the side of the bed, not letting go of her dress. Juho was unbuttoning his shirt in front of her, her eyes shone as she saw his bare chest. Throwing his shirt aside he hovered over her body. Kamou held her hand out, slowly running her hand down his toned chest making its way down to his abs. Pulling him close she planted wet kisses on his neck, making his groan.
"You don't need it now." Juho said removing her hand that held her dress. Her whole body was exposed. The only clothing left was her laced panties, which were getting soaked with every passing minute.
Juho was exploring her body, kissing, licking, sucking his way around as he pleased. Enjoying his touches, Kamou closed her eyes, moaning. Wild thoughts ran in her brain. But soon her thoughts got twisted, the memories from past came crashing down. Her body slowly stopped reacting to Juho's gentleness. She tried to control her thoughts but her attempts failed. A tear rolled down her cheek without her noticing.
Sensing his hand on her cheek, his gentle caress she opened her eyes. Juho had stopped moments ago and was now looking at her concerned. He stopped when he felt some resistance from her.
"Kamou? Did I hurt you somewhere?" he asked. Tears ran down her eyes uncontrollably.
"You are scaring me now. Honey?" Kamou shook her head signaling she was not hurt. Juho was finally relieved.
"I'm sorry. I..." she said crying. Poor Juho, it wasn't his fault yet he had to apologize.
"Shh... It's okay. It's okay. I'm here, right. I'm sorry I rushed things. I'll wait for you." he hugged her tightly in his arms.
Juho picked up his shirt from the floor, putting it on her gave an assuring smile to Kamou. Juho made his way to the living room, she sat there in daze. She cursed 'I fucked up.'
Getting into her night gown, she went to the living room behind Juho. He was sitting on the couch talking to someone on the phone.
'Who could it be?' Kamou thought. It was late in the night, surely an unusual time for the phone call. Standing close she tried to hear the conversation. It seemed like his manager.
"You got the video recording?" Juho questioned the person on the other side.
"Good. Wait for me I'll be there." Juho said getting up.
As he turned, his eyes met Kamou, who stood there listening. He stopped in mid-action. He walked close to her, holding her hand, he looked into her eyes. "Don't worry, I am not angry."
'How can he know what I am thinking?' Kamou's eyes twinkled at his remark.
"Go sleep. I am going to the screening venue; we got the video recording of that corridor. I won't let anyone bully my woman." He gently squeezed her hand before finally letting it go.
Wearing his jacket and shoes, Juho left the apartment locking the door behind with his key. Their relationship already reached at the point where they had exchanged spare keys to each other's place.
As Kamou walked back to her bedroom, an unsettling feeling clouded her heart. The whole situation was making her restless. The stalker, her painful memories coming back out of nowhere, the possible rift in her relationship.
'I've got a bad feeling about this.'