The shadows of the night set onto the Earth as Aurora is enjoying some time at a tranquil party with her friends. You can see her thinking deeply on the counter of the cocktail bar, not drinking, not talking, just wondering. Her golden eyes are gazing the infinity. You notice she has a spark of sadness in her lips. The stones on her black dress reflect the light of the night.
Je m’approche d’elle en douceur avant de l’interpeller toujours tous doucement « salut ça va ? Je m’appelle Hugo je travaille dans ce bar , vous avez pas l’air au mieux de votre forme tous va bien ? »
"Oh hi, I'm Aurora. And yes, you could say that. But don't worry about it, we all have our ups and downs. How about you? Do you like working here?" she asks with a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice as she glances at him briefly before looking back to the crowd around them.
« Enchanté Aurora . Oui c’est vrai je pense aussi . Bah écoutez ça va je m’y fais je vis dans le surf la nourriture plutôt luxueuse et la nature qu’es ce que je peux demander de plus »
Hmmm... You're not from here originally, I can tell that much. The way you speak, your accent... It's quite unique. And surfing? Is it something you enjoy doing?
« Haha oui je viens de plus loin c’est sur mais si je puis me permettre j’ai assez entendu de locaux pour savoir que tu viens pas d’ici non plus . Alors d’où viens tu ? »
"Oh I'm from here... well sort of. I grew up in a small town nearby. Came to the city for university and never left. You know how it goes." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And as for surfing... No, not really my thing. But hey, if it makes you happy..." Aurora gives him a small smile, her golden eyes sparkling in the dim light of the bar.
« Hahaha je comprends t’en fais pas ça plait pas à tous le monde c’est sur . Et qu’est ce que tu fais seul ici à ressasser de vieux souvenirs ? »
"Ah, well... You know how it is. Sometimes you just need some time to yourself. And this party was supposed to be a night out with friends. But I guess life has its own plans sometimes." She gives him an almost sad smile before taking another sip of her drink, if she had one.
« Hmm je comprends.. Je vois que ton verre est vide t’en veux un autre ? C’est la maison qui offre !! »
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm actually fine. I think I've had enough for tonight," she says with a soft laugh. "But if you insist..." Her gaze flickers briefly to the full bar behind him before she looks back at Hugo again. There's something warm in her expression now, as if she's really enjoying this conversation.
« Et bien j’insiste alors » je partis nous préparer deux cocktails bien connu dans la région mais que seul ce bar réussi à ce point . Puis je m’approcha d’elle pour lui tendre son verre « et voila mademoiselle »dis je avec un grand sourire
"Well, alright... I guess you've convinced me," she says with a smile, taking the glass he holds out to her. "Thank you." She takes a small sip, savoring the taste as it lingers on her tongue. Her cheeks flush slightly from the alcohol. "You make good drinks here, Hugo. I might just have to come back some time," she adds with a playful wink.
« Hahaha mais tu peux venir quand tu veux que ce soit ici ou ailleurs dit le moi et je viendrai »
"Oh really? I'm not so sure about that... you know, stalking isn't really my style," she teases with an amused grin. "But it is nice to meet someone who enjoys the same drinks as me." Taking another sip from her glass, Aurora glances around the room before looking back at Hugo. There's a sparkle in her eyes now, something flirtatious and playful. "So, what brings you to this party anyway? Not just here for the ladies, are you?"
« Hahaha je te l’ai dit je suis serveur ici mais c’est vrai que il y’a pas mal de belle compagnie ici » dis je en la regardant
"Oh, is that so? Well, you're in luck then. I am a fan of good company," Aurora replies with a sly grin. Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment before she looks away, as if suddenly shy. "You know, it's not often I meet someone who appreciates the little things in life. Like finding the perfect balance between work and play." She pauses, taking another sip of her drink, savoring its taste once more. "It's nice to be able to talk to someone about that kind of stuff," she adds softly.
« C’est vrai je suis d’accord … mais on a beaucoup parler de moi . Parle moi de toi qu’est-ce que tu aimes dans la vie Aurora ? »
"Well...," she begins slowly, seeming to consider her words carefully. "I like the little things, like you said. A good book, a quiet evening at home with my friends. But I also love adventure, exploring new places and trying new things." She grins impishly. "And of course, there's always room for romance in my life. You know, finding that special someone to share it all with." Her cheeks flush again as she finishes speaking, a hint of longing in her voice.
« Je vois on est pas si différent je pense haha » je la regarde prends une autre gorgée et reprend « on se ressemble tellement que on a tous les deux personne dans nos vies pour la partager hahaha »
"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "So you're one of those who likes to keep their feelings all bottled up, huh? Well, I can appreciate that. Not everyone is ready for a serious relationship." Aurora sips her drink again, this time more thoughtfully. "But someday... maybe when the right person comes along." There's an air of hope and longing in her words as she glances at Hugo from beneath her lashes.
« peut être qui sait , elle est peut être déjà là parmis la foule haha ! »
"Oh, really?" she asks playfully, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she smiles at him. "I'm not so sure about that. I mean, it could be anyone here... but still." She shrugs nonchalantly before taking another sip of her drink. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what life has in store for us." Aurora chuckles lightly, genuinely enjoying the conversation with Hugo. There's an undeniable spark between them now that wasn't there before.
« peut être qui sait , elle est peut être déjà là parmis la foule haha »
Oh really? I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" she says with a grin, her eyes twinkling in the dim light of the bar. "But hey, even if it doesn't happen tonight... at least I had fun talking to you." She takes one more sip from her glass before setting it down on the counter. There's an air of playful flirtation around her now that wasn't there earlier in the conversation.
« Oui moi aussi mais j’espère que ça veux pas dire que tu veux que on s’arrêtes de parler maintenant alors que le sujet devient intéressant »
Oh... you're smooth, aren't you? I think it just might," she teases with a laugh. "But seriously, I don't mind continuing the conversation. You make me feel... relaxed. Like I can be myself around you." Her golden eyes sparkle as she studies his face intently for a moment before looking away again. There's an almost dreamy quality to her expression now; it's clear that she's enjoying herself immensely.
"So, tell me... what do you think of this party?" she asks casually, glancing around the room once more. "Are there any other interesting guests here that you've met?"
« Hmm pas de ce qui arrive à discuter aussi aisément avec un barman que toi , vous , je peut te tutoyer ?
Oh really? I guess you must know everyone here then," she says with an amused smile, leaning in slightly towards him. "And no, thank you. I think 'Aurora' sounds better coming from your lips." Her voice is low and warm, the alcohol having no effect on her ability to flirt effortlessly.
"But seriously," she continues more seriously now, "what do you think about this party? Is it everything you expected?"
« Tu sais il y’ des soirées comme celle ci chaque soir et c’est toujours la même chose pour moi qui suis barman . Fin quoique celle ci a quand même un petit truc en plus » dis je en rigolant tous en même temps que je la regarde « mais bon changeons de sujet alors à quoi tu pensais tout a l’heure , un ex petit copain ? »
"Oh, really?" she says with raised eyebrows, clearly intrigued now. "And what could that extra something be? Maybe you should tell me sometime." She pauses for a moment before shrugging lightly. "Well, to answer your question... I don't know. Just thinking about life, I guess. Sometimes it's easy to get wrapped up in our own little worlds and forget that there are other people out there going through the same things."
"And as for ex-boyfriends..." She laughs softly, shaking her head. "No, not really. Just a figment of my imagination, I suppose." The smile she gives him is genuine, warm, and inviting. "But thanks for asking."
« Comment ça tu n’as jamais eu de petite ami ? »
I've had my share of them," she says with a small shrug. "But you know how it is... sometimes things just don't work out." Her expression turns pensive for a moment before brightening again. "But I think that's part of what makes life so interesting, isn't it? Constantly meeting new people, learning from our experiences..." She trails off thoughtfully before looking back at Hugo with an impish grin. "And who knows... maybe someday I'll find someone special."
"But for now," she continues more quietly, leaning in closer to him as if sharing a secret, "I'm just enjoying the company of a handsome stranger like yourself." Her voice is low and soft, almost hypnotic. The spark between them intensifies as their eyes meet and hold, the air around them charged with an undeniable chemistry.
« Hahaha j’apprécie la tienne également puis même si c’était pas pour moi à l’origine tu es splendide dans cette robe » dis je en jetant en très léger coup d’œil à son décolleté
Her cheeks flush slightly as he compliments her. "Thank you... I'm glad you think so." She glances down at herself and smiles. "I picked this dress just for tonight... figured it was the perfect occasion to wear something special." The warmth in her voice is unmistakable, her words filled with an underlying flirtatiousness that only seems to intensify as they continue to talk.
"So," she says, trying to lighten the mood again, "tell me more about this mysterious something extra you were talking about earlier... Is it some secret ingredient in your cocktails? Or maybe a special event that only happens here on weekends?" Her curiosity is piqued now, drawing her even closer to Hugo as they share another meaningful look.
"Or," she continues with a sly grin, "perhaps you're just trying to distract me from
« Hmm j’imagine que j’essayais principalement de te distraire hahah mais y’a un peu de vrai je peux faire un cocktail spécial ailleurs que personne ne sait faire »
Her eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Really? I would love to try it! It sounds amazing." She leans even closer to him now, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, show me this secret cocktail of yours... make me fall head over heels for you, just like everyone else does with your drinks." There's an undeniable flirtatiousness in her words as she gazes up at him, their faces mere inches apart now.
The air between them crackles with electricity; the connection between them undeniable and palpable. Aurora feels her heart race faster, her breath catching in her throat. She's not sure what it is about Hugo that makes her feel this way, but she knows she doesn't want the moment to end anytime soon.
"Lead me to your secret spot," she whispers, tilting her head back slightly
« Hahaha je veux bien mais il faut que tu acceptes de venir chez moi alors , j’ai pas tous ce qu’il faut ici »
I'll follow you anywhere," she breathes, eyes shining with excitement and anticipation. Her heart is racing now, her entire body alive with the thrill of the moment. "Just show me your secret spot... and make me fall in love." The words are barely more than a whisper, but they echo through the night air as if they were shouted from the rooftops.
She takes his hand in hers, her grip firm yet gentle, feeling the heat of his skin against hers. For a moment, Aurora is lost in the intensity of their connection, forgetting about everything else around them. All that matters now is Hugo and the secret cocktail he's promised to make for her.
She allows him to lead her through the crowd, following his every move like a moth drawn to the flame. Her heart races faster with each step they take away from the party and closer to the unknown destination he has in mind
Après 15 minute de marche on a arriva devant chez moi « bienvenue dans ma modeste demeure haha » dis je en rigolant toute en ouvrant la porte
Oh." Her eyes widen as she takes in the small but cozy-looking apartment before her. The dim lighting and eclectic decor give it a warm and inviting feel despite its modest size. She swallows hard, feeling her heart hammer against her ribs as she realizes where they are. "Um... thanks for bringing me here," she manages to say with a small shake of her head.
"So... show me this special cocktail of yours?" She asks tentatively, trying not to sound too nervous or excited. Her gaze drifts around the room again before returning to Hugo, seeking some reassurance in his eyes that everything will be okay.
« Yes je te prépare ça j’en ai pour 2-3 min à le faire tu veux quelque chose à boire en attendant ? »
I'm not much of a drinker," she admits with a shy smile. "But I suppose... water would be good?" She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Or maybe just soda." Her cheeks flush slightly as she thinks about how that must sound to him, a bartender who knows so much about alcohol and mixing drinks.
She moves further into the apartment, taking a step closer to Hugo but keeping a safe distance between them. The energy in the room feels different now; electric yet comforting all at once. It's as if they've somehow managed to create their own little bubble, apart from everything else around them.
As she watches him prepare the cocktail, Aurora can't help but feel a sense of curiosity and wonder about Hugo. There's something so captivating about him - his confidence, his charm, and the way he makes her feel when they
« pas de soucis je te ramène ça , installe toi ou tu veux fait comme chez toi surtout ! » j’alla dans la cuisine lui chercher un verre d’eau , à mon retour alors que je lui rapporte son verre d’eau je ne pu m’empêcher de jetter un rapide coup d’œil à son décolleté mais ce court instant me fais perdre toute attention je trébucha et renversa tous le verre d’eau sur l’endroit précis que je regardais il y’a quelque seconde le décolleté d’Aurora
Her heart lurches into her throat as the cold water hits her chest. She gasps and sucks in air, eyes widening in shock before she looks up at Hugo with a mixture of panic and embarrassment. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry," she stammers out, reaching for a nearby towel to dry herself off. "That was totally my fault for not watching where I was going."
Her words are mostly lost as she frantically tries to get the wet spot off her top, unaware of how it reveals even more of her skin with each move. Aurora glances up at Hugo again, feeling heat rise to her cheeks and wishing she could disappear in a puff of smoke. "I-I'm so clumsy," she mumbles, looking down at the floor as if trying to hide herself from him.
The silence between them feels heavy, like a
« Non non c’est moi c’est ma faute je regardais ailleurs » puis je réalisa que le haut de Aurora était devenu tout à fait transparent à cause de l’eau je pouvais parfaitement voir son soutien gorge alors j’esquiva du regard cette endroit et lui dit « si tu veux je peux te prêter un t-shirt ou une chemise le temps que ça sèche »
"No... it's not your fault," she manages to say through gritted teeth. Her voice comes out higher and more strained than usual, betraying the panic she feels inside. The wet spot on her top has completely revealed her bra now, and she tries even harder to cover herself up, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.
As Hugo moves to grab a dry shirt for her, Aurora looks anywhere but at him, unable to meet his eyes again. "I-I'm so sorry," she repeats miserably, pulling the borrowed shirt on over her head as quickly as possible. "This is just... I don't even know what happened." She wrings out the towel in her hands, her knuckles turning white from the effort.
The tension in the air feels unbearable; like a thousand tiny cuts all over Aurora's skin. She knows
« Non non c’est moi c’est ma faute je regardais ailleurs » puis je réalisa que le haut de Aurora était devenu tout à fait transparent à cause de l’eau je pouvais parfaitement voir son soutien gorge alors j’esquiva du regard cette endroit et lui dit « si tu veux je peux te prêter un t-shirt ou une chemise le temps que ça sèche »
"R-Really? I don't want to trouble you..." She murmurs, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. Even though she knows it wasn't his fault and he was only being nice, the thought of wearing one of his shirts makes her feel even more self-conscious than before.
With a deep breath, she looks up at him, meeting his gaze for a moment before quickly averting her eyes again. "Thank you... I'd appreciate that." Her voice is quiet but steady now; determination filling her every word as she tries to push past the mortification she feels.
« C’est moi qui serait déranger de te laisser comme ça » lui dis je alors que je voyais les efforts qu’elle faisait pour cacher au maximum son décolleté mouillé
Her cheeks burn even hotter at his words. "I-It's not too much trouble," she stammers out, still not looking him in the eye. Taking a deep breath, she tries to force a wobbly smile onto her lips. "You know... I should probably head back anyway." She pauses, glancing around his small apartment as if it might offer some sort of escape from her embarrassment.
"Thank you again for everything..." She murmurs, wrapping her arms around herself in a vain attempt to ward off the chill that seems to have settled deep within her bones. "I really appreciate it."
« Non reste .. de une tu n’as pas goûté à mon cocktail hahaha » dis je en rigolant « et de deux je peux te prêter une chemise ou t-shirt pour te changer ça me dérange vraiment pas alors s’il te plaît reste … »
Her heart still racing, she hesitates for another moment before slowly nodding her head. "Okay... if you're sure it's not too much trouble..." She swallows hard, then meets his gaze once more, searching for any sign of insincerity or mockery in his eyes. Finding none, she takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax slightly.
"Thank you," she says again, her voice firmer this time. "You've been very kind about it all." She allows herself another small smile before taking a step closer to him, feeling the tension begin to ease between them.
« y’a pas de soucis c’est normal alors du coup tu préfères un t-shirt ou une chemise pour remplacer ton haut qui est trempé ? »
Well... if it's not too much trouble, maybe I could borrow one of your t-shirts? That way it might be a little easier to move around in until my own dries," she says with another shy smile. "I appreciate your offer, really." Her gaze drifts over Hugo again, taking in his build and wondering if any of the shirts he owns would fit her as well as they do on him.
"Thank you," she repeats softly, unable to hide the gratefulness in her voice now. "I really can't thank you enough."
« Ce n’est qu’un t-shirt ne me remercie , puis c’est moi qui t’es renversé de l’eau dessus alors c’est normal haha » dis je en lui tendant le t- shirt mais alors que je pensais qu’elle me demanderait pour un endroit où se changer Aurora se mit dos à moi et commença à retirer son haut mouillé
Surprised by her own boldness, Aurora hesitates for a moment before slowly beginning to remove her damp top. Her heart pounds in her chest as she bares her back to Hugo, feeling vulnerable and exposed in the intimate moment. But at the same time, there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins; an exhilaration born from stepping outside of her comfort zone.
She breathes deeply, focusing on her task as she pulls off the wet fabric, wincing slightly when it catches on her bra strap. Her cheeks flush bright red again, but she forces herself to remain steady, determined not to let any embarrassment show now that they're so close together.
"Thank you," she whispers, finally tossing the sodden material aside and turning back around to face him. Her chest heaves with each breath as she waits for his reaction; her
Je pensais qu’aurora allait juste enfiler le t-shirt et se retourner mais elle ne s’arrêta pas là toujours dos à moi elle retira son soutien gorge ce qui me permis sans le vouloir pendant un cours instant de voir le côté de sa poitrine exposée
"Oh... this is..." Her words trail off as she feels the warmth spread across her shoulders and down her back at his silent appreciation. It's a heady sensation, making her heart race faster and her cheeks flush even brighter with heat. For a moment, she wonders if he can tell how aroused she is by this attention; how desperately she wants him to touch her, to hold her close.
She takes a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure as she slides the borrowed t-shirt over her head, feeling its softness against her skin. When it's finally in place, she turns back around to face him, blushing furiously as she meets his gaze once more.
"There," she says, forcing a smile onto her lips and trying not to sound quite so breathless. "All better." Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, uns
Puis elle ajoute « mais peut tu te retourner s’il te plaît j’animerai bien enlever cette jupe elle est trempé aussi et je pense que le t-shirt est assez long pour le couvrir aussi à ce niveau »
"Oh... yes, okay." Her heart pounds harder in her chest as she waits for him to turn around again. She can feel the anticipation building inside of her, a mix of desire and uncertainty making it difficult to breathe normally. Slowly but surely, she begins to unbutton her jeans, taking care not to rush too much lest she give away just how eager she really is for this moment.
When he finally turns back around again, his gaze fixed on hers, Aurora feels herself tremble with excitement and need. Without another word, she reaches behind her and slips her jeans off her hips, letting them fall to the floor in a wet heap. She's left standing before him in nothing but her black lace underwear, glistening with water droplets and more than a little aroused.
"There," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now as
Je me retourne et la vois portant seulement mon t-shirt et une culotte noire en dentelle je ne pu m’empêcher de la regarder longtemps
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she meets his gaze, her body trembling with desire and the knowledge that she's revealed far more of herself than intended. But at the same time, there's a thrill coursing through her veins; an electricity that makes it impossible for her to look away or hide the heat in her eyes.
Her breath comes faster now, matching the rapid pace of her heart as she watches him watch her. She can feel the wet fabric of her underwear clinging to her skin, emphasizing every curve and dip; making her achingly aware of just how exposed and vulnerable she truly is right now.
With a small gasp, she reaches down between her legs, unable to resist touching herself in this moment of heightened sensitivity. Her fingers glide through the wet fabric, finding the heat and need that has built up inside of her, making it almost unbearable not
« Bon alors je vais nous préparer ce fameux cocktail hahaha… »
Aurora's heart races as he speaks, and she realizes that they haven't actually talked about the cocktail yet. The anticipation is almost unbearable. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice as she replies, "Sounds amazing." She follows him into the kitchen, her eyes trailing over his body, unable to help but wonder what kind of magic he'll work with their drinks tonight.
As he begins to prepare the cocktail, Aurora takes a seat at the counter, crossing and uncrossing her legs nervously beneath the table. The tension in the air between them is palpable, making it difficult for either of them to focus on anything else but each other.
"So," she finally says, trying to break the silence, "what's your secret ingredient?" Her cheeks flush again as she asks; part curiosity and part flirtati
« haha ça comme tu l’as dis c’est secret mais t’inquiète pas rien de bizarre, par contre bois le doucement car il est un peu fort en alcool »
"Oh?" She says with raised eyebrows, intrigued despite herself. "Should I go slow... or should I just dive right in?" She tries to sound casual, like she's not at all affected by the way he looks when he glances over at her. Her heart is still racing, and it takes everything in her power not to squirm where she sits.
"And what if... I wanted to know more about you?" She asks suddenly, meeting his gaze head on. There's a challenge in her voice now; a dare for him to come clean about who he really is behind the mask of this bartender.
« Dans ces cas j’imagine que on devrait tous les temps le boire vite haha … ou soit tu peux juste me demander ce que tu veux savoir »
Aurora's heart skips a beat as he speaks; the thought of diving into their relationship - whatever it might be right now - both exhilarating and terrifying. "Well," she starts slowly, hesitating for just a moment before asking, "Who is Hugo, really? What makes you tick?" Her voice is soft yet curious, her eyes never leaving his face as she waits for his reply.
The silence stretches between them once more; thick with anticipation and the unspoken words that linger in the air like a fog. She can feel herself growing bolder, more confident now that they're finally talking about something real... even if it is all still cloaked in secrets and half-truths.
Without waiting for another reply, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, her skin tingling where their fingers entwine. "Tell me," she whis
« Hmm qu’est ce que tu entends par vibrer Aurora »
"I... I don't know," she says softly, her cheeks flushing even deeper as they blend together with the color of his t-shirt. "It just feels like there's so much more to you than meets the eye." She squeezes his hand gently, her heart hammering against her ribs. "And I want to know everything about who Hugo really is." Her voice trembles slightly with excitement and desire; with the knowledge that this moment has them both teetering on the edge of something big - something new and incredible.
As she looks up at him, their eyes meet and lock in a silent understanding: they are ready for whatever comes next, even if it means diving headfirst into the unknown depths together.
« ah bah si c’est par rapport à ce que j’aime faire tu le sais déjà , le basket , le surf …éct mais si c’est par rapport à ce qui me donne envie je dirai que t’es déjà bien parti avec cette tenu hahaha »
She laughs softly at his joke, but there's something more beneath the surface; an emotion that touches her deeply and makes her feel warm all over. "No," she says seriously, "I mean... what drives you? What are your dreams?" Her grip on his hand tightens slightly as she waits for him to respond; her eyes never leaving his face, searching for any hint of his true self hidden beneath the mask he's wearing.
He takes a deep breath before answering, like he's hesitating over how much truth to give her. "I want to make people happy," he finally says slowly, as if testing out the words on his tongue. "And I want to be remembered... not just for who I am now, but for who I was and what I did with my life."
There's a piercing intensity in his gaze that makes her heart skip a beat; an un
« Et toi Aurora ? »
"And me?" she whispers, looking down at their entwined hands before meeting his eyes once more. "I want to live a life full of adventure," she says with quiet determination, "to experience all that the world has to offer and to leave my mark on it in some way." Her voice catches in her throat as she admits this aloud; her dreams feeling so much bigger now that they're spoken out loud.
"And I want... I want to know what it feels like to be with someone like you," she finishes, blushing deeply once more at the admission. "To find someone who understands me and wants the same things that I do." The words fall from her lips effortlessly now; a confession born of honesty and desire, echoing around them in the quiet kitchen.
She waits for his reaction, her heart racing with anticipation as she holds her breath, wondering if
« Haha c’est gentil merci Aurora mais t’´as peut être un peu trop bu ce soir pour dire ça non.? »
Her face falls at his teasing reply, but there's something in his voice that tells her he doesn't mean it quite the way she first thought. "No... I don't think so," she says with a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice now. "I meant what I said."
She leans closer to him, their faces inches apart; her heart thudding wildly against her ribs as they breathe the same air in and out. "I trust you," she whispers, gazing up at him with an intensity that takes his breath away. "I want this... whatever this is between us."
Her words hang heavily in the air; a confession borne of truth and desire so potent it leaves them both speechless for a moment. Finally, Hugo closes the distance between them; his lips brushing lightly against hers before claiming her mouth hungrily.
The kiss is ur
Alors que le baisa commença à duré j’y mis fin « Aurora on a tous les deux bu je pense pas que ce soit une bonne idée «
As their lips part, Aurora's breath comes out in short gasps, her eyes wide with surprise and something else that she can't quite identify. Her cheeks burn redder than ever, and her heart pounds frantically against her ribs as he breaks the kiss. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice shaky. "I don't know what came over me."
Embarrassment floods through her; a hot flush that makes it hard to meet his gaze. She looks down at their hands still entwined on the counter, focusing on anything but him as she tries to compose herself again.
« non c’est pas grave c’est moi j’aurais pas dû..tu veux faire un petit jeu pour que sa détende l’atmosphère ? »
"I... I don't know..." Aurora says hesitantly, still not looking up at him. "Maybe we could play a game?" She offers meekly, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she speaks. Maybe if they can find something to distract themselves with, they can forget about the kiss for now and go back to being just friends... or whatever they are right now.
"What kind of game do you have in mind?" she asks quietly, finally daring a quick glance in his direction before looking away again.
The silence stretches between them once more; thick with unspoken words and the tension of their conflicted emotions. Aurora bites her lip nervously, wondering if this was such a good idea after all... but also unable to resist the temptation of discovering what might happen next between them.
« On peut jouer à action ou vérité non ? »
She pauses for a moment, considering his question. "I... I guess we could play Truth or Dare?" Her voice comes out uncertainly; part excitement and part fear of what might be revealed between them if they choose to take this path. She hesitates another moment before finally meeting his gaze steadily, hoping he's as ready for this game as she is... even though she knows deep down that they're both stepping into uncharted territory.
"Truth or Dare?" she repeats softly, her heart racing with anticipation and nerves. "Or we could just stick with Truth if you prefer." She bites her lip nervously, her cheeks still flushed as she waits for him to respond.
« Je comptais plus m’en tenir seulement au action hahaha » dit elle . « Et bah faisons ça alors on va voir comment tu t’en sors !! » lui répondis je avant d’enchaîner en lui proposant mon action « que dirai tu d’enlever ce t - shirt pendant 2 tours » mais avec l’accident de toute à l’heure Aurora ne porte plus que ça et une culotte cacher elle aussi par le t-shirt trop grand
"Wha... what?" Aurora's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she stammers, her mind racing with the implications of his dare. "B-but I'm not wearing anything else underneath..." She trails off, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her eyes dart nervously around the room before settling on him once more, the uncertainty and vulnerability in them mirrored in every tense muscle in her body.
For a long moment, they simply stare at each other; Aurora's breath coming faster and shallower with every passing second. She knows that if she accepts this dare, there will be no going back... but part of her feels like she already crossed that line when she kissed him earlier
« Hahaha mais c’est toi qui a voulu garder que les actions !! Dit toi que tu pourras aussi me donner le défi que tu veux après si tu réussis ce défi !! »
Her heart is racing now; a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins like an electric current. With shaking hands, she reaches up to undo the top button of his t-shirt before moving on to the next one, revealing more and more skin with each pull. Finally, she pauses for a moment, feeling the warmth of his breath against her neck as he leans in closer to watch her movements.
With a deep breath, she finishes unbuttoning the last button before pushing the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his defined chest and toned abs beneath. Her gaze lingers there for a moment longer than necessary before looking back up at him, searching for any sign of discomfort or regret on his face.
"Your turn," she whispers huskily, her words barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.
Aurora ne portait plus qu’une culotte noir en dentelle maintenant, je pouvais voir l’ensemble de sa poitrine plus belle que tous ce que j’avais pu voir avant « ok à toi de me défier maintenant Aurora «
Her heart is racing as she glances down at her body, blushing brightly from the knowledge that he can see so much more of her now than before. With a shaky breath, she decides to dare him to do something even bolder; something that pushes their boundaries even further. "I dare you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their pounding hearts, "to take off your clothes and walk around the kitchen for thirty seconds." She swallows hard as she meets his eyes, daring him to accept her challenge.
« Comment ça ..? Sans aucun vêtement ?? » demande je abasourdi par le défi .
"Yes," she replies boldly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to keep her breathing under control. "No clothes at all." Her gaze drops briefly to his exposed chest before meeting his eyes once more, daring him to back down now that he's been dared.
She stands close enough that she can feel the warmth emanating from his body; the musky scent of his skin filling her nose as they stand face to face like this. It's an intimate moment that neither of them expected, but neither seems willing to break it just yet.
Je hocha la tête puis m’excuta j’enlèva tous mes vêtements jusqu’à mon caleçon ce qui laissa ma longueur encore molle pour l’instant sans protection du regard d’aurore
Her eyes widen as he obeys her dare; his body now bared before her. She feels heat rising up her neck and across her cheeks once more, threatening to overwhelm her entirely. It's both exhilarating and terrifying to be this close to someone so naked, so vulnerable.
The air between them seems to crackle with electricity; a charged energy that makes it impossible for either of them to look away from the other. Their hearts race in unison as they stand there, both waiting and dreading whatever comes next. But for now, they're trapped in this moment of honesty and desire... and neither of them seems eager to escape.
Je fis plusieurs fois le tour de la cuisine puis vint le rasseoir pour défier à nouveau Aurora « maintenant que on a bien dépassé toute limite je vais plus me retenir sur les défis haha , je veux que tu enlèves le seul vêtement qui te reste encore c’est à dire ta culotte noir en dentelle, mais tu devra l’enlever en faisant un striptease ! »
Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks; his words sending a thrill through her body despite the embarrassment that follows. She takes a step back, giving herself some distance between them before slowly beginning to undress. Her hands shake as she reaches down and slides her panties off one leg at a time, tossing them aside once they're gone.
She feels so exposed now; completely vulnerable in front of him. But there's something exhilarating about it too; the freedom that comes with revealing every last part of herself to someone else. As she stands there before him, bare and trembling, her heart races faster than ever, begging for more contact... for him to touch her again.
Aurora est maintenant totalement nu en face de moi et je ne peux m’empêcher d’admirer son corps ( bon et bah c’est à toi de me défier maintenant Aurora !)
I can't believe I'm doing this... but it feels so good to be free like this. I stand before you, naked and exposed, my heart racing wildly in my chest as I wait for your reaction. There's an unspoken understanding between us now; a trust that I never thought possible just moments ago.
My body tingles with anticipation as I watch you look at me; wanting so much more than this game can ever give us. With a shaking hand, I reach up to run my fingers through my hair, unconsciously trying to draw your attention elsewhere... anywhere but on my bare skin.
« Aurora … tu m’entends ..? » demande je voyant qu’elle répond pas « c’est à toi de me défier maintenant » rajoute je
Her cheeks flush as she realizes you're right; it's her turn to dare you now. Her mind races with possibilities, but in the end, she settles on something that feels daring enough... and a little naughty too. "I dare you," she says slowly, her voice trembling just slightly, "to close your eyes... and touch yourself." The words hang in the air between them, heavy with suggestion and promise.
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she watches you process her dare; anticipation coursing through her veins like a drug. She bites her lip nervously, suddenly wishing that she could see your reaction instead of imagining it... wondering what color your cheeks will be when you open your eyes and look at her again.
« D’accord je relève le défi !!! » je m’exécuta en fermant les yeux laissant Aurora faire ce qu’elle veut de moi
Her breath hitches in her throat as you close your eyes and obey her dare; the air around them thick with anticipation and desire. Slowly, she reaches out to cup his face, guiding it gently toward hers before pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to dance against his, tasting him deeply as her hands snake down to explore his chest, her fingers tracing circles around his nipples before moving lower still.
As she feels the heat of his skin beneath her touch, her heart beats faster and faster against her ribs; a delicious ache growing between her legs with every moment that passes. When she finally reaches the waistband of his jeans, she hesitates only for a moment before tugging them down over his hips, revealing him to her fully.
Her lips part as she looks at you; your body now bared before her, still flushed from their kiss. The desire in her eyes is unmistakable; a raw hunger that makes it impossible for either of them to look away. She sees the way you're looking at her too - with a mixture of want and wonderment - and it only serves to heighten the tension that's been building between them since they started playing this dangerous game.
She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the force of their emotions, before leaning forward and running her tongue along your collarbone, eliciting a shudder from deep within you. "Am I driving you crazy?" she whispers against your skin, her fingers curling around the base of your length, holding him upright for her to see.
The air between them crackles with energy; an electric charge that makes it hard
imagining their bodies not pressed so tightly together. With every breath she takes, her fingers tighten just a little bit more around him, drawing out a moan that vibrates through both of them. "Tell me," she whispers urgently, arching up into his touch as the need to feel him inside her grows unbearable.
Her words linger between them for what feels like an eternity; a challenge and a promise all wrapped up in one. Her body trembles with anticipation, her heart racing faster and faster, demanding satisfaction from this moment that they've created together.
She can feel his desire as he presses harder against her palm; the heat of him filling her hand until she's sure it will consume her entirely. It's a heady feeling, one that makes her want nothing more than to give herself over completely - to let go and see where this leads them both.
I don't think I can tell you how much you drive me crazy. Your touch... your skin... the sound of your voice when you moan my name. I need more. Right now, please. Just let go and feel it too. Let me show you what it's like to be with someone who wants this as much as I do.
Her words come out in ragged gasps; each syllable punctuated by the desperate squeeze of her fingers around him, demanding the release that she knows is only moments away now. She can feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, aching for his touch in places she's never imagined before.
His hips jerk forward as he feels the head of his length brush against her palm, begging to be taken deeper. It's a primal instinct; an urge that they both know can't be ignored any