Dinner was *amazing*. The food, yes—but mostly the conversation. Nilla hadn't laughed so much in ages. Theo had a way of turning even the driest topics—like corporate merger disasters or accidentally deleting an entire database—into something funny, human, and oddly charming. As they exited the restaurant, the city was bathed in that soft golden glow of streetlights bouncing off wet pavement. The air smelled like the earth was stretching after a nap. The night was peaceful.
"Walk off dessert?" Theo asked, offering her his arm.
Nilla looped her arm through his. "Only if you promise not to judge me when I start waddling from eating too much risotto."
"I would never. I'm far too polite." He grinned. "I'd wait until we're married to bring it up."
She laughed. "That's bold of you to assume I'd marry a man who watched me take a third serving of tiramisu without judgment."
"Oh no, I was *judging*. Silently. But lovingly."
They walked in easy silence for a bit, shoes clicking softly against the sidewalk, until Nilla asked, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Why me?"
He slowed their pace. "Because you're real," he said simply. "Because you're smart, and kind, and funny. Because the first time I saw you, you were explaining a firewall policy to a room full of people like you were hosting a stand-up show. And because even after everything you've been through... you're still trying. Still open."
Nilla's throat tightened unexpectedly. "That's not fair," she whispered, "being all sweet and seeing me like that."
He gently bumped her shoulder. "Someone's gotta."
Before she could say more, a soft *plip* hit her cheek. And then another. And another.
"Oh no," she murmured.
"Yup," Theo said, looking up. "Definitely rain."
Within seconds, the sky cracked open and it was pouring—big, loud, unapologetic droplets drenching them instantly. Theo took Nilla's hand, ready to run.
But she didn't move.
Instead, she looked at him, rain streaming down her face, hair beginning to stick to her cheeks. And she smiled.
"Dance with me."
He blinked. "Wait, what?"
She stepped back and twirled, arms wide in the downpour. "Dance with me. Right here."
"You're crazy," he laughed, thunder rumbling in the distance.
"Yup," she said, catching his hand and spinning under his arm. "Come on, Mr. Anderson. Level three: public rain dancing."
He gave in instantly. They stumbled into a rhythm—chaotic, wet, and full of laughter. He spun her around, she twirled into him. Their hands never let go. Cars passed slowly, people stared, but neither of them cared. Somewhere between a terrible attempt at a waltz and an accidental shoulder bump, their faces ended up just inches apart. Raindrops clung to his eyelashes. Her dress clung to her body. He looked at her like she was everything. And for the first time in a long time, Nilla let herself believe it might be true.
"Okay," she said breathlessly. "Maybe this is level four."
"I'd hate to know what level five looks like," he murmured.
She smiled.
"Come home with me?"
He didn't hesitate. "Yes."
And so, soaked and laughing, they walked hand in hand toward her apartment. Maybe level five was just beginning.
By the time they stumbled into Nilla's apartment, they were dripping wet, laughing, and breathless.
"Shoes off." Nilla gasped, kicking hers toward the entryway with a soggy *thud*. Theo followed suit, peeling his jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack like it hadn't just survived a monsoon.
"Your hair's doing something amazing," he teased, reaching over to gently brush a strand out of her face.
"It's called chaos." She stepped closer, still warm from their impromptu dance. "You, however, look far too composed for someone soaked to the bone."
"Military training," he said, deadpan. "Also, I'm distracting myself from how good you look in that dress, wet or not."
Nilla tilted her head. "Careful. You keep talking like that and I might start believing you."
"Good," he murmured, his voice lower now. "Believe me."
He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing water droplets from her skin. And then, slowly, he kissed her. There was no rush. No frenzy. Just warmth. Soft, searching, filled with all the emotions they'd been tiptoeing around for weeks. But as her hands slid up under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, something shifted. It deepened. Her body pressed into his, and his arms locked around her waist like he couldn't bear a millimeter of space between them. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then to the soft hollow of her throat. She let out a sound—part gasp, part moan—and that was it. The last thread of restraint snapped.
Nilla broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Bedroom. Now."
They half-stumbled down the hall, pulling at damp clothing as they went—shirts tossed over chairs, his belt clinking to the floor. When they reached her room, she turned to face him, both of them breathless again, but for entirely different reasons now. Theo paused, cupping her face again.
"Are you sure?" he asked, voice rough with restraint. "We don't have to rush. I don't want this if it's coming from something you'll regret."
She stared up at him, heart thundering.
"I've never been more sure. But just to warn you…" she smirked, running her hands down his chest, "the new Nilla may or may not have been doing some… reading."
"Oh?" he arched a brow, intrigued. "Anything I should know before we go in?"
Her voice dropped to a purr. "Only that I'm ready to explore. And you might need to take the headboard off the wall."
He laughed—low and wicked. "That's the hottest threat I've ever heard."
He leaned in, kissing her again, and she tugged him with her toward the bed.
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Nilla pushed Theo onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
"I quite like this view."- Theo joked. "But I also like the thought of you under me." He said as he flipped their positions. Nilla chuckled and then looked at him with hot eyes.
"As I said I've been reading and there's a few things I wouldn't mind trying if you're interested." She said very slow and sultry.
"Your wish is my command." His low voice rolled as he looked at her like she was his prey.
•••
Theo had Nilla bent over as he trusted in with all of his strength going purposely slow and picking up speed until he felt either him or Nilla about to climax. He would slow down again so that both of them were edging that high for a long time.
"Please, please let me cum!" Nilla was begging at this point of riding climax for almost an hour now.
"I'm just full filling my ladies wishes. But if you keep acting naughty and trying to cum on your own, don't see if i won't punish you." He let out a breathy growl as he again was close to cumming, but slowing down to stop himself. Edging quickly becoming one of his new favorite things. Hearing Nilla's moans and whines and seeing the stars come and go from her eyes as she got close was addicting.
Nilla again tried to cum by reaching a hand down to rub her clit, but her hands were easily caught and held behind her back by one of Theo's hands.
"Naughty lovers get punished." He said before using his free hand to smack Nilla's ass cheek leaving a bright red hand print. Theo again had to hold back as Nilla's insides squeezed him so hard that he almost came then and there. He knew if he kept spanking they would both come soon, but the red on her ass was so beautiful and the way she moaned screamed was just so melodious he couldn't stop himself from slapping the other plump cheek.
Nilla screamed which turned into a moan as the slap on her ass put her over the edge and she was finally able to cum. Theo feeling her cum on his deck drove him insane and he started thrusting as hard and fast as he could
"Wait-wait! I just came!" Nilla begged as her high was coming again.
"Cum with me again darling." Theo whispered in her ear before they both released together.
Nilla was panting and absolutely tired as she rolled over and smiled at Theo. Theo leaned over and gave her a very deep kiss.
"I like when you read up on things. What else do you have in mind?" He said against her lips.
"I'll wait to tell you next time we find ourselves in the mood." Nilla chuckled.
"Love I think you are mistaken about something...tonights long from over." Nilla gulped knowing she had awaked a very handsome but dangerous beast.
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Later, wrapped in sheets and tangled limbs, Nilla lay with her head on Theo's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. One of his hands traced lazy circles on her bare back.
"Level five is my favorite," she whispered sleepily.
"I've got a whole new system of levels to explore with you," he replied, voice warm and soft.
And for the first time in a long time, neither of them needed to say another word to feel full.