Zayne sat at the formal dining table, trying to maintain his composure.
* Dinner with the in-laws. Should be simple. Professional. I can do this. I'm a chief cardiac surgeon. I've handled worse stress—*
Nana kissed his cheek.
Spoke too soon.*
He reached for his water glass—
She kissed his chin.
He started to speak to her father about the hospital—
She kissed the corner of his mouth.
*She's kissing me. Repeatedly. In front of her PARENTS. At the DINNER TABLE. This is. This is a strategic assault.*
Her parents were WATCHING. Smiling. Looking absolutely DELIGHTED.
*They're not stopping her. They're ENCOURAGING this. I'm being ambushed with parental approval.*
Nana's mother—elegant, poised—was practically GLOWING. "You two are so sweet together!"
Wang Tao, Nana's father—CEO, powerful businessman—was grinning like he'd won the lottery. "She's never been this affectionate before! You're good for her, Zayne!"
*Good for her. She's kissing me every four seconds. This is 'good'?*
Nana beamed at her parents, then turned to Zayne. "Husband looks SO handsome tonight! Don't you think, Mama?"
"Very handsome!" Her mother agreed.
*They're discussing my appearance. At dinner. While I'm sitting right here.*
"I want to French kiss him!" Nana announced cheerfully.
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*She SAID IT. She said FRENCH KISS. At the DINNER TABLE. To her PARENTS.*
His face went BRIGHT RED.
Nana's mother looked like she wanted to SINK into the floor. "Nana, darling—"
Wang Tao was LAUGHING. Full belly laughs. Wiping tears from his eyes. "She's so HONEST! I LOVE IT!"
Her father is laughing. Her mother is dying. I'm dying. Everyone is dying except Nana who looks PROUD of herself.*
He shot her a LOOK. The 'please stop talking' look. The 'I'm begging you' look.
She blinked innocently. "What? I just said you're handsome!"
*She doesn't see the problem. She genuinely doesn't understand why announcing French kissing desires at family dinner is inappropriate.*
"After dinner—" she continued, completely oblivious, "—will you French kiss me until I'm breathless? Like this morning?"
*THIS MORNING. SHE REFERENCED THIS MORNING. AT DINNER. WITH HER PARENTS.*
Wang Tao was CHOKING on his wine, laughing.
Her mother had her face in her hands.
* I need to leave. I need to leave RIGHT NOW.*
Zayne stood abruptly. "Excuse me. I need... air. Fresh air. Outside air."
He walked OUT of the dining room with as much dignity as he could muster (approximately zero).
* Mental breakdown. Having mental breakdown in in-laws' garden. This is fine. This is normal. This is my LIFE.*
He stood in the garden, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to recover his sanity.
*She announced French kissing. At dinner. I'm married to chaos incarnate. This is. I chose this. I MARRIED her. This is on me.*
He heard footsteps behind him.
*Of course she followed.*
"Zayne?" Nana's voice was soft. "Are you mad?"
*Mad? No. Embarrassed? Yes. Suffering? Absolutely.*
He turned to find her looking WORRIED, eyes big and sad.
*The eyes. She looks like a kicked puppy. A puppy that just announced French kissing at dinner but STILL.*
"I'm not mad, hamster."
"Then why did you leave?"
"Because you announced—at the dinner table—that you wanted to—" he couldn't even say it.
"French kiss?" She tilted her head. "But that's TRUE! I DO want to!"
* She's using logic. Terrible, chaotic logic.*
He sighed (#880), then sat on the garden bench. She immediately sat beside him, curling into his side.
They sat in silence, watching the stars.
* Peaceful. Finally peaceful. Maybe we can just—*
"When are we going to kiss?" she asked.
*Peace destroyed. Two minutes. New record.*
"Later. When we're alone."
"We're alone NOW!" She climbed into his lap, facing him, and puckered her lips.
*She's in my lap. In her parents' garden. Puckering. This is. I'm weak.*
He huffed a laugh, leaning closer.
Closer.
Her lips parted slightly in anticipation.
*Just one kiss. Quick. Innocent. What could go wrong—*
COUGH.
COUGH COUGH.
From BEHIND THE TREE.
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* Someone is BEHIND THE TREE. Someone has been WATCHING. Someone—*
Wang Tao stepped out, looking SHEEPISH. "Sorry! Just... getting some air! Fresh air! Garden air!"
*My father-in-law. Was hiding. Behind a tree. WATCHING. I want to die. I want to actually die.*
Nana POUTED. "PAPA! My husband was ABOUT TO KISS ME!"
"I can SEE that!" Wang Tao was trying not to laugh. "Which is why I'm going INSIDE! To drink TEA! Lots of tea! You two carry on!"
He practically RAN back to the house.
*He RAN. My dignified CEO father-in-law RAN AWAY from witnessing us kiss. This is humiliating.*
Nana crossed her arms, still in his lap. "Papa INTERRUPTED!"
"Yes. Yes he did."
"This is UNFAIR!"
*Unfair. She's pouting about interrupted kissing like it's a human rights violation.*
He kissed her forehead. "Later. I promise."
"You ALWAYS say later!"
"And I always deliver. Eventually."
* Eventually. My favorite word. Tactical delay. Works every time. Mostly.*
10:34 PM
Zayne stood in the doorway, staring at the BED.
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*That's not a bed. That's a CHILD'S bed. A SINGLE bed. Designed for ONE small person. Not TWO adults. Certainly not a 186cm adult male.*
"Isn't it CUTE?" Nana bounced on it happily. "My childhood bed!"
*Cute. It's 120cm wide MAXIMUM. I'm going to fall off. Multiple times. This is structural nightmare.*
"Nana, this bed is—"
"PERFECT for cuddling!" She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. "See? If it's small, we HAVE to be close! Or I can lay on TOP of you! Or you can lay on top of ME!"
* She said 'on top of me.' She doesn't understand the implications. She's talking about SLEEPING positions but my brain went ELSEWHERE.*
*Brain: short-circuiting.*
"Right?" She blinked up at him innocently. "That's good, right?"
*Good. Yes. Also dangerous. Also I'm going to have back pain. Also I don't care.*
He sighed, removing his jacket and shoes, accepting his fate.
The bed CREAKED when he laid down.
It creaked. The bed is PROTESTING. My weight is offensive to this furniture.*
Nana curled beside him immediately, fitting perfectly into the small space against his chest.
*Okay. This is. Actually nice. She fits. Like puzzle piece. Like she was MADE for this spot.*
"Zayne?" she whispered.
"Mm?"
"I want French kiss now. Please, husband?"
* Now. In her childhood bed. In her PARENTS' HOUSE. With her father potentially hiding behind CURTAINS for all I know.*
But she was looking at him with those eyes. Those BIG, pleading, impossible-to-resist eyes.
* I'm weak. So weak. One kiss. One small kiss. What could happen?*
He nodded. "One kiss."
"ONE GOOD KISS!" she corrected.
* One GOOD kiss. She's negotiating quality now. This woman.*
He leaned down, capturing her lips with his.
It started playful—light, teasing, her trying to kiss him back but clearly outmatched by his YEARS of experience (all gained with HER, but still).
* She's trying. Adorably trying. Failing but trying. I love her so much it's medically concerning.*
Then his tongue slid inside, touching hers, and she WHIMPERED.
* That sound. That SOUND. Dangerous. Very dangerous.*
She broke the kiss suddenly, breathing hard. "I'm... I'm wet now..."
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*She's wet. From kissing. She TOLD me. Out loud. In her childhood bedroom. My brain has STOPPED FUNCTIONING.*
His hands moved automatically—years of surgical training applied to removing clothing efficiently.
*What am I DOING? This is her PARENTS' house. Her CHILDHOOD bed. This is. This is WRONG. But also. I can't stop. She's looking at me like THAT.*
He removed her pajamas carefully, then his own, and guided her to straddle his lap.
*Lap position. In tiny bed. This is. Structurally questionable. Also VERY hot.*
"We have to be quiet," he whispered against her ear. "Very, very quiet. Your parents are down the hall."
She nodded frantically. "I'll be quiet! Silent! Like mouse!"
*She's never been quiet in her life. This is going to be disaster.*
He positioned her above him, helping her sink down slowly onto his length.
She WHIMPERED—loud.
He covered her mouth immediately. "What did I JUST say?"
"Mmmphhh!" She nodded against his hand.
* She's already failing. We're going to get CAUGHT. Her father is going to MURDER me.*
He released her mouth. "Bite something. The pillow. A stuffed animal. SOMETHING."
She grabbed a stuffed bunny from beside the bed, shoving it against her mouth.
* She's biting a childhood stuffed animal to muffle sex sounds. This is. This is so WRONG but also incredibly hot. I'm going to hell.*
He started moving her slowly, hands on her hips, guiding the rhythm.
"You're getting so bold," he murmured, voice low. "Wanting to be claimed in your childhood bed. Where you grew up. Where you slept as an innocent little girl."
She WHIMPERED into the bunny.
*Dirty talk working. She likes it. Mental note: corruption kink successful.*
"And you can't make ANY sounds," he continued, increasing the pace slightly. "Have to be completely silent while I'm inside you. While you're riding me in the bed you've had since you were twelve."
WHIMPER.
The bed was CREAKING now. Rhythmically. Definitely AUDIBLY.
*The bed is announcing our activities. Structurally betraying us. This is fine. Everything is fine. We're going to be CAUGHT.*
He adjusted the angle, hitting deeper, and she MOANED into the stuffed animal.
"Shh," he soothed, even as he thrust up harder. "So good for me. Being so quiet. Even though you want to scream, don't you?"
She nodded frantically, tears forming from the effort of staying silent.
*She's CRYING from holding back. This is. I'm a terrible person. The worst person. But I can't stop.*
He could feel her tightening around him—close, so close.
"Come for me," he whispered. "Quietly. Let me feel it."
She SHATTERED, biting down HARD on the bunny, body trembling as she clenched around him in waves.
The sensation dragged him over. He thrust deep one final time, groaning into her neck as quietly as possible, spilling inside her.
They collapsed together in the tiny bed, panting, sweaty, and absolutely WRECKED.
The stuffed bunny fell to the floor, now slightly damp from her tears and bite marks.
*We defiled her childhood bed. And traumatized a stuffed animal. This is who we are now.*
"That was—" she breathed, "—that was SO GOOD but SO HARD to be quiet—"
"I know, hamster."
"My TEETH hurt from biting Mr. Floppy!"
* Mr. Floppy. The bunny has a NAME. We traumatized NAMED childhood toy.*
"Sorry, Mr. Floppy," he said seriously to the stuffed animal.
She GIGGLED, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Shh! We have to be SILENT!"
"We're done now. You can talk."
"Oh. Right." She snuggled into his chest. "Can we do it again?"
* Again. AGAIN. In this TINY BED in her PARENTS' HOUSE.*
"Absolutely not."
"But—"
"We're lucky we weren't caught THIS time."
"But it was so EXCITING—"
"NANA."
She pouted but nodded. "Fine. But tomorrow night at HOME—"
"Yes. Tomorrow at home. Where we have a PROPER bed and NO parents lurking."
*Home. Our home. Where I can properly worship my wife without fear of father-in-law assassination.*
She was already falling asleep, exhausted and satisfied.
He looked around the room—covered in childhood memories. Stuffed animals. Art supplies. Photos of young Nana.
*I just had sex with my wife in the room where she grew up. Surrounded by evidence of her childhood. This is. I'm definitely going to hell. But it was worth it.*
So worth it.
He pulled her closer in the tiny bed, accepting that he'd probably fall off at some point during the night.
*Internal Zayne: Sigh #881. But smiling. (#37.)*
*My chaotic, bold, impossible wife. Getting brave enough to ask for what she wants. Even in inappropriate locations.*
*I love her so much.*
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Wang Tao sat in his study, drinking tea, trying to FORGET what he'd almost witnessed in the garden.
His wife entered, looking concerned. "Did you hear... creaking? From upstairs?"
He took a LARGE gulp of tea. "NO. Heard NOTHING. The house is old. Houses creak. That's NORMAL."
"But it sounded rhythmic—"
"VERY OLD HOUSE. VERY CREAKY. Nothing unusual. Completely normal creaking."
She looked suspicious. "If you say so..."
* My baby girl is NOT having sex in her childhood bedroom. That's NOT happening. The creaking is ARCHITECTURAL. I'm in DENIAL and I'm STAYING HERE.*
Meanwhile - Mr. Fluffytail's Tree
(Somehow he FOLLOWED them to the mansion)
Mr. Fluffytail sat on the mansion's garden tree, having witnessed EVERYTHING.
"The garden almost-kiss. The father hiding. The bedroom... activities."
Mrs. Fluffytail shook her head. "The humans have NO shame."
"But they're HAPPY."
"True. Very happy. Very LOUD happy."
"Should we tell the other squirrels?"
"Absolutely. This is PRIME gossip."
And so the squirrel gossip network gained NEW material.
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To be continued.