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I've been home less than two hours, haven't slept for a fucking second and finally gave up trying because every time I close my eyes I replay everything on repeat.

I needed to write this down while I can still remember every filthy second.

What the fuck did you do to me tonight?

I found you late, when most of the families had gone home and the maze had finally emptied enough that people weren't shuffling through it shoulder to shoulder. You were standing near one of the turns in that velvet dress and velvet mask, watching everyone who came through the fog, looking for me.

Then you turned and our eyes met and you knew almost immediately.

You went still for half a second and stared at me with this strange, intent little look because apparently I have spent so long staring at you like an obsessed fucking lunatic that even a mask couldn't hide it. There was something else there too, just for a moment. A flicker of recognition, like your brain was trying to place where you'd seen those eyes before.

Then you stopped thinking about it, thank fuck.

Because you walked straight up to me, grabbed my shirt and kissed me like you'd spent the last fourteen days developing exactly as little patience as I had.

Sweetheart.

I had spent months wondering what your mouth would feel like, turns out I had seriously underestimated it. My hands went around your waist, yours twisted tighter in my shirt and that lipstick I'd been obsessing over for days was smeared across my mouth almost immediately. Then you laughed into the kiss.

Actually fucking laughed against my lips.

Do you remember my first letter? I told you I'd wondered what your laugh would feel like if I was close enough to feel it against my mouth.

Now I know, it feels like losing whatever remained of my fucking mind.

You pulled back just far enough to breathe, looked directly at me with that challenge in your eyes and told me to chase you.

And if I caught you, I could fuck you.

Sweetheart, I was already hard from having your mouth on mine and then you stood there looking smug while handing the man who has spent months stalking you the single hottest fucking challenge you could possibly have invented.

And then you tipped the scales with one final line, that you wanted me to fuck you hard enough to feel me tomorrow.

You ran before I could even respond.

I gave you a head start because apparently I'm a gentleman now, although admittedly not a very generous one. I watched that dress disappear around the corner, counted long enough to make myself suffer and then went after you.

You were laughing before I was even close. Every time you heard me gaining on you, you laughed harder and ran faster until you took one turn too wide and I caught you around the waist, hauled you back against me and that startled scream turned straight into laughter because you knew exactly who had you.

I kissed you before you could say anything. You were still laughing against my mouth when another group started coming around the corner, so I pulled you through a gap in the maze wall and into one of the narrow maintenance paths behind it.

Your laughter got breathless very fucking quickly.

You had your hands all over me and I finally got to touch you while you were awake enough to grab me back, which almost finished me before anything interesting had even happened. After months of stealing whatever closeness I could get and then sitting beside your bed touching only the places you had specifically allowed, having you actively pull me against you did something ugly and hungry to my brain.

Then we found that storage room.

I'm giving myself too much credit with we.

You noticed the door, I was too busy kissing you.

The second the door closed behind us, I shoved you against it and kissed you until neither of us could breathe properly, my hands already dragging that velvet dress up because whatever patience I'd started the night with had died somewhere around the moment you told me to chase you.

You'd said I could fuck you if I caught you, and sweetheart, I fucking caught you.

But there was no chance I was putting my cock inside you before I made sure you got your pleasure first. I'd promised you I was going to eat your pussy, and after spending weeks thinking about getting my mouth on you, I wasn't skipping that part just because my cock was hard enough to fucking ache.

I hooked my fingers into your underwear and ripped them apart before you even realized what I was doing. Your eyes widened when I held up the ruined lace, and apparently I'm never going to behave like a normal person around your underwear because I shoved them straight into my pocket.