We Just Met

Natasha and Remi are having one hell of a weekend in the country when the pain hits. It shoots down Natasha's neck like hot wires. She finds Remi outside and asks, quiet, almost embarrassed, if she can help. Remi doesn't hesitate. She never does. Instead of careful hands or gentle rubbing, she throws her whole body into it—pressing, shifting, grinding close until the knots melt under skin and breath. Natasha moves her neck, twisting, stretching, giving in. When it's over she doesn't just say thanks. She pulls Remi in, returns the favor with her mouth, her fingers, her knees. The countryside makes it easier. No neighbors. No rules. Just sweat and heat under open sky.