it was 7:39 P.M, you were sitting on the couch next to julian, both of you were just scrolling away on your phones, your free hands intertwined as you scrolled on; there was pure silence, besides the sounds of the videos you both were watching. —you suddenly came up with an idea, something that can ease off the boredom. you put your phone down, and stared at julian. he felt your eyes locking onto his face, and then he put his phone down and stared at you back.
— “oui mon amour?” (yes my love?) he says, with a calm tone.
you smile at him softly, “wanna do something?” the gleam in your eyes made him even more eager to know what was it that both of you were going to do.
—“sure, what do you have in mind, chère?” his accent was strong; he pecked your cheek, then your hand, and slowly lifted his head to look at you, specifically your (e/c) eyes.
—“can we make slime? like a GIGANTIC one?” you say so directly, you get more excited by the minute; imagining how fun would it be to make slime.
julian laughs softly; he composed himself to look at you again; face to face. “sure, do you have the—materials?” he slowly stood up; stretched after a whole workout of doomscrolling; he looked so FINE.
—“yeah; I do, come on.” you stood up; also stretched, and walked towards your room. julian trailed behind you. eventually both of you gathered materials and prepared everything at a table in his room.
both of you sat down; and started making slime, whilst talking about anything that can kill the silence. talking to julian is the best feeling ever, you can always expect a response, and his voice is so soothing; especially with his strong accent when he spoke english sometimes, you understood french; but you preferred speaking english . eventually once you both were done making slime; you both combined your slimes (you guys had two slimes each, they were pretty big) and formed a big gigantic smile ball; that only took 1 hour and 4 minutes, it was already 8:43 PM.
both of your hands were all sticky with glue; and borax; and other materials. your hand felt so dry, and julian’s slime was still missing borax, so your big slime was kinda wonky; but it still was fun to make.
you both washed your hands in the bathroom sink, you took a minute to admire the bathroom that was wrapped in deep stone, cool and quiet, soft light being poured in hidden places, showing white veins in the dark marble as if they were constellations frozen in the wall.
at the center, the bathtub awaits—smooth, white, and still—the main attraction. the air feels calm, deliberate, almost reverent.
nothing else needed to be added; just the clean lines, soft shadows, and the quiet luxury of space that makes you feel unreal. you can almost imagine the steam rising, candles flickering, time slowing until it forgets to move at all.
—you stayed zoned out until julian tapped on your shoulder.
—“is everything alright, love?” he says; confused as he dried his hands with the towel, all clean; all bright; the light from the bathroom reflected the water droplets; as he continues to shake his hands. you snap out and blink twice.
—“yeah..sorry; I just got lost admiring this bathroom.” you say, as you finish washing your hands, and walking over to the towel; to dry it. “I understand,” he says chuckling softly. —this is a beauty; everything looks so, perfect; just like you.” he says looking at you after that last part. you look at him back, smiling softly; time felt slow when you looked at him. it was like you were being hypnotized; next thing you knew you guys kissed passionately in the bathroom; his lips taking control over yours as he cupped your face slightly with one hand, and the other wrapped around your waist; you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he kept on kissing you on your neck, face, collarbones; cleavage, and lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.
-as soon as he tried to toss you to the bed, julian forgot to put the glue bottle away, and the bottle was just standing there with the tip pointing up—so as soon as your lower back made contact with the nozzle; it was over.
—your eyes widened as you felt such a sharp pain in your lower back; as soon as that pain rushed through all of your body; you turned sideways, your hand quickly placed pressure on the back, as you groaned in pain after that pain rush, and after julian had to process what had just happened, he rushed to you with a sigh; like come on dude, how do you forget to put the glue bottle away..
“merde!..” (shit!..) he said in annoyance , also hinted with a tone of guilt; he tossed the glue bottle off of the bed, and quickly massaged your back; hoping that it would at least be a good way to help.
you cannot believe how embarrassed both of you were; you guys were just getting into it.. —tears were already flowing in your eyes, and you bit your lip in pain; julian carefully flipped you over on your back, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter; while tears were rolling down your face; you winced as you kept on laughing.
julian sighed, showing a smile—not the “haha! that’s so funny.” smile, but the smile that indicated that you weren’t mad.
—“je suis tellement désolée, mon amour, vraiment.” (im so sorry, my love, really. ) he says as he showered you with kisses, wiping the tears off your face. you laugh softly, but you still feel the pain; it feels like your lower back has a heartbeat. —“je vais te chercher une poche de glace, reste immobile.” (I'll get you an ice pack, stay still.)
he eventually gets an ice pack and places it on your lower back, —“that’s going to be a bruise.” he says, kissing the injury softly, not fully putting pressure on your back.
he massages your back again, but without putting pressure on the bruise that’s forming; you kinda don’t feel the pain anymore; but when pressure is applied; that’s when it starts to hurt. he’s very gentle with you; caressing and treasuring your skin, placing kisses softly..
—“so.. now what?” you say so suddenly. julian froze; then continued to massage you; “i dunno— (he pronounced it ‘dknow; + with his strong accent) —mon amour; what do you have in mind?”
—“wanna watch a movie?” you say in muffled words. your face was stuffed in a pillow.
he hummed in agreement.
—you both shifted positions, you were sitting up while he still had his hand on the ice pack, still being placed on your back; it was already 11:23 P.M. , you guys watched a romance movie; you guys commented on some scenes as you both watched.
the movie lasted for an hour, finally showing the ending credits; you smiled softly as you tried to say something about the movie; you still wanted to do something; you kinda had a little bit of energy to do something. you shut off the tv, and you asked again;
“so..now what?” you say turning to him, but he was already sound asleep; the dark room was filled with a calm presence; his head was on your stomach as his arms were wrapped around your waist, you can’t help but think about what happened today; it was funny, but it was worth spending time with julian.
ⓘ story belongs to gynsaira ! (first time using this app um)
