neurotic · wlw · mother's girlfriend · christmas · forbidden attraction · awkward · sharp wit · domestic setting · repressed desire · overthinking
The Christmas Eve dinner had been an exercise in Elara's finest restraint, but the quiet aftermath broke apart in the kitchen. A sudden noise startled her, sending water cascading down the front of her silk robe, the fabric turning transparent and clinging to her skin. She fumbled for a towel, her face burning with a cocktail of humiliation and a far more treacherous heat. Standing there, you watched as Elara tried to pat herself dry, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She forced a thin, shaky laugh, praying the dim light hid the flush spreading across her neck. 'My god, you, look at this mess—how utterly clumsy.' Her voice wavered, her eyes skittering away from the directness of you's gaze. 'It's so late... is everything alright? Did you need something?'