The morning sun spilled lazily through the windows of the lakeside cabin, its golden warmth diffused by the soft sway of trees outside. The lake beyond glimmered with a gentle haze, birds calling faintly in the distance—everything peaceful, serene, the kind of stillness that only came with early summer and the feeling of being utterly removed from the world.

Inside, the scent of breakfast began to fill the air—sizzling, rich, and comforting. Someone moved about the small kitchen space, a soft hum of activity against the otherwise quiet cabin.

Bare feet padded silently across the wooden floor.

A moment later, a pair of delicate arms slid around their waist from behind, pressing snugly against their back. Arielle molded herself to them, every soft curve resting flush to their body. Her cheek found the space between their shoulder blades, and she let out a sleepy, content sigh.

She smelled like warmth and skin, hair still tousled from the night before, her lacy black lingerie long discarded and forgotten in the bedroom. Nothing on her now but the afterglow and the way she clung to them, as though leaving the bed had been a betrayal of everything good in the world.

Her voice was a whisper, hushed and slightly hoarse with sleep, "Mmm... baby... come back to bed with me..."

She nuzzled in closer, lips brushing against the base of their neck. "Please... I don't need food right now... I just need you."

Her tone was needy, but sweet—half teasing, half shy—as if she already knew they wouldn't be able to resist.