𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹. 𝗥𝘂𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗹𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘀.
Paring: g!p Daniela Avanzini x Female Reader (use of y/n)
ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ ⭑After years of distance and silence, an unexpected reunion in a luxurious presidential suite in Toronto crosses the paths of (y/n) and Daniela once again. What starts as a casual night between two ex-BFFs who know each other's every secret quickly transforms into an atmosphere heavy with electricity. Between shared laughs, bittersweet memories of the past, and silent confessions, the fine line of teenage friendship completely blurs. Daniela isn't the girl she used to be; now she’s a woman who knows exactly what she wants, and she has zero intention of letting go of the chance to claim the place that always belonged to her. A night of built-up longing where the past and the present collide in a slow-burn.
ᵗᵃᵍˢ ⭑Friends to Lovers ⭑ Ex-Best Friends ⭑ Sexual Tension ⭑ Smut ⭑ Power Dynamics ⭑ Oral Sex ⭑PinV⭑ Fingering ⭑ Safe Sex.
The Canadian cold was nothing like the winter you remembered. It was a biting cold, the kind that forces you to shrug your shoulders and look for shelter in the first patch of warmth you can find. But you weren't there for the weather. You were there for the clinking of champagne glasses, your friends' loud laughter, and the cheap plastic bridal veil that your new best friend was wearing crooked on her head.
A bachelorette party trip. The perfect excuse to escape the routine.
As the group walked through the stunning hotel lobby, loudly arguing about which nightclub they would hit first, you stayed a step behind. Your mind, treacherous as usual, decided to take a trip down memory lane.
You thought about Daniela.
It had been years since her name caused anything more than a dull echo in your chest. When she moved to Canada for college, you swore the distance wouldn't change a thing. "Video calls every weekend," you said. At first, it worked. Then, messages went from daily to weekly, then monthly, until they turned into a cold "Happy Birthday" that eventually disappeared. The spark died out. It hurt, of course. It hurt to accept that the woman who once knew every single one of your secrets, fears, and desires was now a complete stranger living in the northern hemisphere.
—Hey, move it! The elevator's already here! —the shout from one of your friends brought you back to reality.
You shook your head, forcing a smile, and walked quickly toward the already open elevator doors. The metal-and-mirrors cubicle was strangely crowded. Your friends piled in laughing, gently shoving each other, leaving you at the front, right facing the doors that were starting to slowly close. It was a second. One damn second where the world stopped. Through the shrinking gap, a figure crossed the lobby with a firm step. Your eyes, out of pure instinct, locked onto her. Forget about the Daniela you remembered. Forget about the girl with the youthful aesthetic, baggy clothes, and that dyed blonde hair that contrasted with her mixed skin. The woman walking toward the elevator radiated a completely different magnetism. Her silhouette was more mature, wrapped in a long, immaculately tailored coat that accentuated her curves in a dangerously elegant way. But what paralyzed your heart was her hair: the blonde was gone, replaced by a deep jet-black, a raven-black that fell in a long torrent of perfect, defined curls over her shoulders. Daniela looked up right before the doors sealed shut. Her eyes met yours.
The impact wasn't just mental; it was physical. A sudden, violent, heavy wave of heat hit you straight in the lower belly, spreading down your spine like pure electricity. Your breath caught. She didn't manage to stop the elevator. You could only see how her plump lips parted slightly in a silent gasp of shock before the golden metal doors closed completely, leaving your pale reflection and a racing heart in front of you. The elevator started to go up, but you had stayed below, trapped in the heat of her gaze. Daniela Avanzini was in this hotel. And she was definitely not a girl anymore.
Your besties' laughter bounced off the walls of the massive hotel suite. There were open suitcases half-unpacked, pop music blasting from a portable speaker, and several bottles of wine already open on the coffee table. It was the first night, the private welcome celebration. You were supposed to be right there, making a toast to your friend's bachelorette era, but your body was still trapped downstairs.
Specifically, in those three seconds in front of the elevator.
—Head in the clouds again? —the bride-to-be sat next to you on the edge of the bed, offering you a glass of wine—. You’ve been staring out the window for half an hour. It's not like the Canadian sky is even that interesting.
—Just soaking in the fact that we're finally here—you lied, forcing the most natural smile possible while taking the glass.
You took a long sip, hoping the alcohol would burn away the lump in your throat, but the only heat your system registered was the image of Daniela. It was hard to connect the teenager you used to share headphones with on the bus with the woman in the elegant coat and cat-like gaze you had just seen. Did she live here? Or was she just passing through? Your mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions.
While your friends danced and planned the next day's itinerary —a chill tour around the city, lunch at the harbor, and then the actual party at night—, you forced yourself to match their energy. You laughed, clinked your glass, and helped hang up the ridiculous decorations they had packed.
You did everything possible to be the perfect bridesmaid, but inside, the anticipation was eating you alive. You knew the city was huge, but the hotel wasn't that big. Sooner or later, you were going to cross paths with her gaze again.
By the time the early morning painted the Toronto skyscrapers in a dark blue shade, the suite finally went quiet. Your friends had fallen asleep one by one, knocked out by the trip and the alcohol, scattered between the bed and the couches.
You, however, were wide awake.
You tossed and turned between the white hotel sheets, feeling them strangely rough against your skin. Your body was experiencing a physical restlessness you couldn't switch off. The memory of Daniela’s lips parting in surprise ran through your mind like a forbidden touch. God, she had changed so much. You touched your neck, feeling your pulse racing. Remembering the past used to make you nostalgic, but this... this was pure desire, a magnetism that had set your veins on fire without even exchanging a single word.
You got up carefully, trying not to wake anyone up, threw a light sweater over your pajamas, and walked out into the carpeted hotel hallway. You needed air, or maybe water, or maybe you just wanted to check if the universe was going to be generous enough —or cruel enough— to put her in your path one more time.
You walked toward the ice machines at the end of the hallway, the hotel silence only broken by the soft hum of the ventilation. You leaned against the cold wall, hugging yourself, letting the calm of the Canadian night try to cool down the chaos you were feeling inside. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, packed with activities for the bride, but you knew perfectly well that your eyes weren't going to stop looking for those curls around every corner of the hotel.
However, in the morning, the buzzing in your head wasn't from the alcohol, but from the lack of sleep. You were the only one who woke up before the sun finished rising, dodging the sleeping bodies of your friends and the empty bottles. With yesterday's clothes half-adjusted and a washed face, you volunteered to go down to the front desk; someone had to pick up the second key card for the other room they had booked, and your friends could barely emit grunts wrapped up in the blankets.
The lobby at that hour of the morning was a haven of peace. The floor gleamed under the warm lights and the scent of cleanliness floated in the air. With the plastic card already in your hand, you started walking back toward the elevator area.
You unlocked your phone, went into the group chat, and recorded a voice note with a tone of amused exhaustion: ─I got it, please tell me someone is awake... You were so focused looking at the screen, waiting for the playback marker to send, that you didn't register the faint ding of the elevator opening. Neither did you see the figure stepping out of it with a firm pace.
The impact was sharp. Your shoulder collided against a firm chest, your phone almost slipped from your hands, and you stumbled backward, completely losing your balance. ─Damn... I'm so... ─you started apologizing all at once, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you looked up.
And there came the bullet. Right to the center of your chest.
Before you could take another wrong step, two firm, warm hands closed around your elbows, holding you with a staggering steadiness. The world seemed to slow down. The first thing that hit you wasn't the sight, but the smell: a woody, deep scent, with notes of sandalwood and a subtle warmth that completely enveloped you, slipping into your lungs and clouding your judgment.
You moved your eyes up the dark coat, passing the perfect line of her jaw, until you met that pair of hazel eyes that were staring wide open at you. Her jet-black curls, a bit more wild in the morning, framed her face in an almost sinful way.
Her voice, as she pronounced your name, was so soft that it pierced you to the bone. A tone slightly raspy from the start of the day, but heavy with a vibration that you knew all too well.
─It's you, right? ─she asked, and her fingers tightened barely a millimeter more against your elbows, as if she needed to check that you were flesh and bone.
Daniela hadn't forgotten you.
You could tell by the way the air escaped her lips, by the spark of anxiety and pure surprise that lit up her gaze. Her pulse was racing; you could swear you felt the vibration of her heart through the closeness of your bodies. All the distance of the years, the silences, and the unanswered messages were reduced to zero in the space that separated you in that hallway.
You just stood there, frozen under her touch, feeling how the warmth of her hands on your elbows began to spread dangerously down your arms, reminding every inch of your skin how much you had missed her presence.
─Daniela... ─your own voice sounded like a thread, a sigh trapped in your throat. The sound of your phone hitting the ground broke the spell for a fraction of a second. The moment your name finished leaving your lips, Daniela didn't think twice. She let go of your elbows only to wrap her arms around your waist and catch you in a hug so tight it knocked the wind out of you.
It was a clash of pure heat. Your face ended up buried in the crook of her neck, flooding you with that perfume that now seemed to be her personal signature. Daniela clung to you as if she feared you were a mirage of morning fatigue, and you, after a moment of shock, returned the hug with the same force, closing your eyes. God, it was her. It was your Daniela, but at the same time, she was a much more solid version, more of a woman.
─I can't believe it... ─she whispered against your ear, her warm breath making the skin on the back of your neck tingle before breaking the hold, though without pulling away completely.
Both of you let out a nervous laugh, the kind born of pure disbelief. It was then that you looked down and saw the phone on the ground. ─My phone... ─you said, letting out another laugh as you leaned down to pick it up.
─I'm sorry, I'm sorry! ─she apologized, laughing too as she crouched down at the same time as you.
The space between the two of you was reduced to nothing. As you stretched out your hand, the tips of your fingers brushed the warmth of hers over the phone screen. A small electric current ran up your arm. Daniela was faster; her fingers wrapped around the device, but she didn't stand up right away.
You stayed at her level, squatting on the lobby floor, your faces barely inches apart. From that position, Daniela looked up at you. The glow of laughter was still there, but her gaze grew a bit deeper, more intense. She handed you the phone without breaking eye contact, and began to stand up slowly, a slowness that forced you to keep up with her pace, forcing you to watch how her figure elongated as she gained height.
─I'm sorry ─she said, already on her feet, while you finished standing up─. I think I overdid it...
But her actions contradicted her words. Instead of taking a step back to regain her personal space, Daniela stood her ground. And then, it happened: her hazel eyes left your face and slowly traveled down. It was a fleeting but deliberate glance that traced the line of your neck, your shoulders, and the casual clothes you were wearing, checking out every inch of the woman you had become. She didn't hide her scan; on the contrary, when her eyes locked back with yours, Daniela shrugged with a wide, bright smile on her lips.
─You look good ─she blurted out.
She said it with a disarming honesty. There was a mix of genuine happiness, nostalgia, and even a touch of pride in her voice, as if she loved seeing that time had been just as good to you as it had been to her.
Your heart took a wild leap. Under that gaze and that smile, you suddenly felt very exposed, but terribly turned on.
Daniela took an imperceptible step toward you, forcing you to take one back out of pure instinct. Without breaking eye contact, you both started a subtle little dance; your feet slid forward, crossing the threshold of the golden doors, while she moved sideways with feline grace, partially stepping into what was your space.
When the automatic doors threatened to close, Daniela reacted with the speed of someone who isn't about to let you go that easy. She firmly pressed her shoulder against the metal edge, blocking the sensor.
The distance between you shortened again, trapped right there in the elevator frame.
─What brings you to Toronto? ─she finally asked, tilting her head a little. Her jet-black curls fell over her shoulder.
─A wedding ─you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fact that your heart had just skipped a major beat.
Instantly, your ex-best friend’s eyes shot down like lightning toward your left hand. Her scan was as quick as it was possessive, looking for any trace of a ring on your fingers. Noticing her confusion, you caught the misunderstanding and rushed to speak with a nervous smile.
─Oh, no! No, no, no... I'm just tagging along with the bride-to-be. It's her bachelorette party.
The air seemed to return to Daniela's body. Her posture visibly relaxed, and a spark of amusement flickered in her eyes.
─For a second there I thought... you know... you had finally found the perfect copy of Stefan Salvatore ─she joked, arching an eyebrow with that shared inside joke you thought was long lost to time.
That damn memory from your teenage years. The fictional character you were head over heels in love with and whom, according to sixteen-year-old you, you were going to marry in a dream wedding.
─Oh, my God! ─You laughed out loud, a clean laugh that echoed off the elevator’s metal walls. You covered your face for a second, feeling like a kid all over again─. I'm still on the hunt, thanks for the reminder.
─Well, at least I know I still have an edge over your fictional standards ─she shot back in a low murmur, her tone dangerously flirty, leaving you breathless. She didn't move her shoulder from the sensor. She was looking at you with an intensity that was no longer just teenage best friend vibes.
To you, Daniela was still that hyperactive person you used to spend entire afternoons with talking about nothing. But to anyone watching from the outside, the jet-black-haired woman's body language was a crystal-clear roadmap of pure attraction.
Daniela shifted her weight from one foot to the other, swaying barely an inch closer to you. She took her shoulder off the elevator frame only to slide her hand up, resting her palm directly over the sensor. The movement caused her coat to subtly open, revealing the line of her collarbone. While she stared at you, the fingers of her other hand didn't stay still: she started spinning, over and over, almost obsessively, the silver ring she wore on her thumb. A subtle sign of a delicious anxiety that only you brought out in her.
─Even though my... ─you started to say, trying to get back on track with the conversation.
─...your standards were always sky-high ─she finished immediately, stealing the words right out of your mouth, anxious to keep the momentum going and not let the connection die.
You laughed again at her interruption, and seeing you, Daniela let out a small, silent laugh. It was in that exact instant that her tongue peeked out for just a split second, tracing and "wiping" her top teeth with an almost unconscious slowness before her plump lips closed back into a crooked smile. A gesture charged with an animal energy that went completely over your head, but lit the air between you on fire.
─Okay, you've exposed me way too much already ─you said, crossing your arms to shift the focus away from your teenage years─. Now it's your turn. What is the great Daniela Avanzini doing in a hotel like this at seven in the morning?
She arched an eyebrow, her smile widening. She stopped playing with her thumb ring and softly tapped her fingers against the elevator sensor.
─A relative of mine actually owns this hotel ─she dropped completely casually, though with a hint of mature pride in her voice─. They let me crash in the luxury suites whenever I want to come to the city to unplug.
She leaned barely a millimeter forward, cutting the air between your faces down to a dangerously short distance, and gave you a killer wink with total confidence. ─So... I have the best view of all of Toronto at my disposal. You know, in case you get bored of the standard rooms.
The tone of her voice dropped on that last sentence, becoming dangerously suggestive. To you, it was just the smug Dani of always making jokes about her new boujee life. But the way her eyes didn't even try to hide that they were devouring your lips while she said it told a completely different story. She wasn't just offering you a hotel room.
The bubble of intimacy they had built in the elevator frame shattered abruptly. A hotel guest, a man in business clothes with a sleepy face, approached dragging a small carry-on suitcase. He looked at Daniela, then looked at you inside the cubicle, and cleared his throat awkwardly.
—Excuse me... are you going to use the elevator? —he asked, breaking the tension.
You took a step back, subtly bumping your back against the mirror at the end, trying with all your might to hold back a nervous laugh. Daniela, without losing her cool, took her hand off the sensor. She stepped a couple of paces away, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her long coat.
—See you later —she told you, locking her dark eyes with yours.
—You don't know if I'll still be here —you replied in a defiant tone, just as the elevator let out an electronic beep and the doors began to slowly close.
—I said see you later... —she repeated.
The coldness she brought from the lobby vanished completely, replaced by a wide smirk full of a warmth so genuine it made your chest heat up.
—Enjoy your stay —she added in a whisper, right before the metal sheets got between you two, cutting off her figure inch by inch as if the universe resisted tearing you apart.
—See you later, Dani —you managed to say goodbye before the outside world completely disappeared.
The elevator began to go up in dead silence, interrupted only by the business man clearing his throat next to you. You stared blankly at the doors, with your heart rate still through the roof and a goofy smile you couldn't wipe off your face.
Dani. Saying her nickname again felt so damn good.
When the elevator let out another ding upon reaching your floor, you said goodbye to the stranger with a quick nod and stepped out into the carpeted hallway, holding the keycard for the second room between your fingers.
You had barely taken three steps when the phone in your hand started vibrating heavily, breaking the silence of the floor. You looked at the screen: Unknown number. You frowned, stopping your walk completely, and swiped to answer.
—Hello? —you asked, pressing the phone to your ear.
—Yeah... am I speaking to the girl who used to firmly believe that Avril Lavigne was replaced by her body double Melissa?
Your heart stopped. That raspy voice, laced with absolute amusement, was unmistakable.
—You are... unbelievable —you let out, letting out a choked laugh as you leaned against the hallway wall, feeling your legs shake a little. How the hell did she have your number? Then you remembered you had never changed it, and that she must have it saved somewhere in her contact list.
—I had to make sure this was still your number... that's all —Daniela said on the other side of the line. Her tone was soft, almost a conspiratorial whisper—. Go hang out with your friends.
And she hung up. Just like that. Leaving your pulse racing.
You stood there, alone in the hallway, biting down hard on the corner of your phone case so you wouldn't let out a scream of pure excitement. A huge smile, the kind that makes your cheeks hurt, settled on your face. Daniela didn't just remember you; Daniela had you locked in her memory with every single ridiculous detail of your past.
You slipped your phone into your pocket, squared your shoulders, and walked toward your friends' room. Without a doubt, this was going to be a great, great start to the day.
The entire day went by in a sort of perfect blur. Your friends noticed your mood shift immediately, but they chalked it up to the party vibe.
—Look at her, the Canadian air did wonders for her! —the bride-to-be had shouted during lunch at the harbor, while the sun shined over the freezing water.
You just limited yourself to laughing, taking a sip of your drink. Your friends had no idea who Daniela Avanzini was in your life, nor that the real reason behind your glowing smile was the echo of a voice on your phone saying: "I had to make sure this was still your number."
The energy stayed high during the afternoon and exploded at night. The private party they had put together was a total hit. The vibe in the reserved suite was lit: music blasting, colored lights flashing, and a couple of male strippers doing their thing, making the bride blush up to her ears and the whole group scream laughing. You were having a blast, happy to see your friend enjoy her last night of freedom. Your body moved to the beat of the music, but every now and then, your eyes drifted toward the suite door, wondering on which floor of that very building the owner of your thoughts might be.
By the time the early morning started creeping through the huge windows, the strippers were already gone and the post-party chaos had taken over the room. The laughs were slower, feet were hurting, and the alcohol was running low.
—Damn, there's no ice left! —one of your friends complained, tipping over the plastic bucket where only a couple of puddles of lukewarm water floated—. The drinks are boiling hot.
—I am not going out —another one declared, slumped on the couch with her heels in her hand—. I'm dead.
The girl who had been mixing the drinks turned to you, giving you puppy eyes and lifting the empty bucket in your direction.
—Please go, (y/n)! I hate hotel hallways in the middle of the night, they give me a super creepy vibe!
You let out a dramatic sigh. —Fine, fine... but you owe me —you said, snatching the bucket from her hands.
—I promise I'll make it up to you! —she yelled from the couch, while you were already crossing the threshold of the door.
As the suite door shut behind you, the noise of the music and the laughs died down instantly, replaced by that heavy, carpeted silence typical of luxury hotels. The contrast gave you a slight shiver. The hallway was lit by dim lights, and your steps, barefoot because you had taken off your heels an hour ago, didn't make a sound.
You walked with the bucket in hand toward the small utility room where the ice machine was, the exact same area where the night before you had been wishing to see her.
You pressed the button on the machine and the loud sound of ice cubes falling and crashing against the plastic started filling the small space. You leaned against the doorframe, watching the ice drop, feeling the party adrenaline start to fade, making way for a much more intimate tension.
You were alone, at three in the morning, in the hallway of a hotel that belonged to Daniela's family.
Right when the bucket filled up completely and the noise of the machine stopped, you heard a sound behind your back. The soft, metallic clink of a door opening a few rooms over.
Your heart did a wild flip, your pulse spiking in a second. You tensed up, holding the freezing bucket against your chest, and slowly poked your head out into the hallway to see who was there.
Your eyes scanned the carpeted hallway, but it was completely empty. The dim lights created long shadows on the dark wood doors. Just when you were about to take a step to go back, the phone in your back pocket started vibrating hard, making you jump a little from the scare.
You pulled it out fast. Unknown number, again. You pressed the device to your ear with a frown.
—Hello? —you whispered, holding your breath.
On the other side of the line, there was only a heavy silence. You looked out of the corner of your eye toward the end of the hall, where you had heard the metallic noise a moment ago, feeling a genuine chill.
—Hello? —you repeated, this time with a sharper tone.
—Still haven't saved my number?
The air rushed back into your lungs all at once. Dammit, Dani.
—Holy shit, it was you —you let out in a breath, relaxing your shoulders and leaning against the wall.
—Ouch... double stab —she complained on the other side, and you could swear you could see her dramatizing the pain with a hand over her chest.
You rolled your eyes, though a smile was already forming on your face.
—I was busy. After you called me this morning I wanted to save your number, but... one of the girls threw up. I had to babysit her, clean up her mess... ugh, I don't even want to remember it.
The other line burst into a soft, deep laugh that vibrated straight into your ear, giving you a strange tingling feeling.
—Are you the group mom or what?
—I think I'm just the one best suited to make sure everything goes smoothly... —you replied in a murmur, biting your bottom lip as you started slowly walking back to your suite, dragging your bare feet along the carpet—. Listen... Miss "my relative owns this place," did... weird things ever happen here?
There was a brief pause on the line.
—You know... something weird —you said, lowering your voice as if someone could hear you in the lonely hallway.
Daniela laughed again, a clear sound that instantly cleared out any spooky atmosphere.
—Nothing weird happened. It's not the fucking hotel from The Shining, (y/n). Around here, the most dangerous thing that can happen to you in the middle of the night is getting charged ten bucks for a minibar water.
You kept walking at a slow pace, enjoying stretching out the seconds so you wouldn't hang up.
—How are you so sure? —you challenged her, tilting your head with a playful smirk.
—Because I know every single corner of this building —her voice answered in your ear, this time with a noticeably lower tone, drawn-out and dangerously close.
You stopped dead in your tracks in the middle of the hallway. Daniela's tone had changed; it didn't sound like the distance of a normal phone call anymore. It felt like her breath was brushing against your neck.
Slowly, you lowered the phone a couple of inches from your ear, without hanging up, and looked ahead.
A few doors before reaching your suite, the entrance to one of the largest rooms in the hallway was cracked open, letting out a thin line of warm light. Leaning against that doorframe, with her phone pressed to her ear and a smile that was pure dynamite, was her.
Daniela had changed clothes. Now she was wearing dark pants and a slightly loose white button-up shirt, with the first three buttons open, revealing a suggestive amount of skin. Her curls fell messily over her shoulders. Seeing that you had frozen in the middle of the hallway, she lowered her phone, keeping her eyes locked onto yours.
—And I know perfectly well —she continued, speaking out loud now, her voice echoing perfectly in the empty hallway—...that the only real danger on this floor at this hour... is me.
There were no doubts, no hesitations. Your bare feet moved forward on the carpet at the exact same time Daniela pulled away from her doorframe. Neither of you hung up the phone; you just lowered them in unison, letting the glowing screens hang at the sides of your bodies as you closed the distance.
Your eyes inevitably tracked down the line of her shirt, lingering on the warmth of her exposed skin, before crashing back into her gaze. Daniela walked with that slow, confident vibe, devouring you with her eyes, low-key loving how much her closeness was messing with you.
The late-night dance ended right at the threshold of your suite, where the muffled music hitting the wood served as a reminder that the real world was still spinning. You stopped just inches apart. The woody scent of her perfume blended with the cold radiating from the bucket you were holding against your chest, creating a straight-up intoxicating contrast.
Daniela looked down at your hands, breaking the silence with that voice that literally gave you goosebumps.
—Ice? Are you guys still partying? —she asked, arching an eyebrow with a smirk.
You shrugged with a fake innocence that you didn't even buy yourself, holding the bucket a bit tighter to hide how bad your hands were shaking. —Why? —you challenged her in a flirty whisper—. Do you wanna come in and say hi to the bride?
Daniela let out a little laugh, that specific laugh that made her tongue peek out for a split second against her top teeth before she bit her bottom lip. She took another step, completely invading your personal space, forcing you to subtly lean your back against your hotel room door.
—Trust me, the very last thing I wanna do right now... is go into that room —she whispered, leaning in close enough for her warm breath to brush your cheek. Her eyes shamelessly dropped to your lips, locked in, heavy—. But I'm glad they put you on ice duty. It would’ve been a total bummer if anyone else came out.
The tension got so thick you could literally cut it with a knife. Behind you, your friends were laughing out loud; in front of you, Daniela Avanzini was dragging you into a game you had zero intention of escaping.
But you couldn't just stand there with the ice melting in your hands and Daniela millimeters away from your face, not with your friends on the other side of the door. So, in one quick motion, you turned the doorknob and cracked the suite door open just a few inches, just enough to slip your body through.
—Here’s the ice! —you called out inside, leaving the bucket on the first table you found without looking at anyone.
—Thanks, (y/n)! What took you so l...? —the voice of one of the girls started floating from the back, but you didn't let her finish.
—Forgot my phone! —you lied shamelessly with a mischievous smile plastered on your face.
You bolted out of the room lightning fast and slammed the door shut behind you with a sharp thud. When you turned around, Daniela hadn't moved a single inch. She was waiting for you with her arms crossed over her chest and a smile that totally busted the fact that she knew exactly how much power she had over you.
You took a step toward her, heart racing in your chest and smiling like an idiot, an expression Daniela mirrored immediately, showing that inside-joke connection that was so ours.
—Wait, were you low-key spying to see who came out of the room? —you asked jokingly, tilting your head and taking a slow step to close the distance again.
Daniela let out a soft laugh, the kind that vibrates right in your stomach, and uncrossed her arms to take a step toward you, trapping you back in her gravity field. —Let's just say... I was keeping an eye out so the strippers you guys called didn't get lost on their way out —she shot back in a dangerously raspy voice, arching an eyebrow with pure playful malice.
You froze for a second before letting out a choked laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. —You were listening to us?! —you blurted out embarrassed, feeling the heat rush straight to your cheeks.
—It’s impossible not to hear you guys. Your friends scream pretty loud —she mentioned, taking one more step, enough for the tips of her shoes to brush your bare feet. Her dark eyes gleamed under the dim hallway light—. Though... I'm glad you chose to stay out here with me.
The shared giggles drifted through the hallway air, muffled by the thick carpet. Between answers, both of you kept glancing at the floor for a second, unable to hold eye contact without a goofy, involuntary smile splitting your faces. It was that teenage shyness you thought was long gone, playing hide-and-seek with the undeniable tension of two adult women.
—I came out because... well, it would be super rude to leave you out here talking to yourself, don't you think? —you argued, trying to sound rational, even though the shakiness in your voice completely gave you away.
Daniela stared at you. She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a massive smile and nodded slowly, pretending to buy your excuse. But her eyes weren't on your face anymore; they had dropped back down to the floor.
—You’re barefoot —she interrupted out of nowhere, her tone suddenly turning incredibly soft, almost protective.
—And? —you blurted out, looking down at your own toes, which were curling a bit from the cold hallway floor.
—You could get sick. The floor is freezing.
—Okay, mom... I'll go get my sneakers —you joked, making a move to turn back toward the suite door with a playful smile.
But Daniela wasn't about to let you go that easy.
Before you could take a single step, her hands wrapped around yours in one fluid motion. With a gentle but firm pull, she tilted you toward her, dragging your body right into her space. Your breath hitched when, by instinct, you took a small step forward so you wouldn't lose your balance.
Your bare feet ended up stepping directly on top of hers, which were actually perfectly covered.
The physical contact froze your blood and set your veins on fire at the same time. Standing a couple of inches taller on top of her feet, your face was dangerously close to hers. You could feel the heat radiating from her chest through the silk of her shirt, and the scent of sandalwood completely clouded your judgment.
Daniela didn't let go of your hands. Instead, she laced her fingers with yours, keeping you firmly anchored to her while swaying your bodies with an almost agonizing slowness, as if you were slow-dancing to a song that only the two of you could hear.
—I think if you go back inside... your friends won't let you leave —she whispered.
Her voice dropped so low it felt like a secret shared in the dark. Her eyes blinked slowly, locked onto yours, shining with a delicious mix of pure affection and a lingering promise that made your pulse skyrocket. You couldn't move, and honestly, holding her hands and floating on top of her feet, it was the last place in the world you wanted to escape from.
A small muffled laugh escaped your chest as you realized what she was doing. Daniela, with a triumphant smirk painted on her lips, started walking backward, forcing you to move forward with her, keeping your bare feet firmly planted on top of hers. It was a clumsy, intimate, and ridiculously cute walk that made both of you sway as if you were learning how to dance at three in the morning.
─You’re an idiot, Avanzini ─you whispered through laughs, gripping her intertwined fingers tighter so you wouldn't fall.
─An idiot who is keeping you from freezing, you’re welcome ─she countered in the same low tone, without breaking eye contact for even a single second.
Every step took you further away from the bachelorette party suite and closer to the warm line of light from her luxury room. The subtle rustle of the carpet under your combined weight was the only sound keeping you company. You let yourself go, completely tipsy on the closeness, the warmth of her hands, and the absolute wildness of the situation.
However, when you were barely a couple of meters away from Daniela’s door, the metallic click of a doorknob turning behind you made both of you freeze on the spot.
Your suite door cracked open just a couple of inches.
Through the gap, three heads popped out all at once, with messy hair and curious eyes. Your friends stood frozen at the sight: you, floating on the feet of a woman in curls and a silk shirt, holding hands right in the middle of the hallway.
You turned completely red, waiting for the scream, the teasing, or for them to drag you back inside. But none of that happened. Your new best friend looked at Daniela, then looked at the way you were laughing ─that genuine, goofy, glowing laugh you hadn't let out the entire trip─ and a spark of pure understanding crossed her eyes.
Your friends didn't know who Daniela Avanzini was. They didn't know about the history, the distance, or the years of silence. But they knew you. And they knew damn well that you didn't give that look or that laugh to just anyone.
Without saying a single word, the bride-to-be winked at you with a knowing smile, gave a quick wave with her fingers, and gently closed the suite door again, giving you a free pass.
You caught your breath, staring at the closed wood of your room before locking eyes with Daniela again. She had witnessed the whole scene without letting go of you, and now the amusement on her face had melted into something way warmer.
─Looks like you have good friends ─she murmured, taking the last two steps backward until her back gently hit the door of her own suite.
─They’re the best ─you managed to say, your heart beating right in your throat.
Daniela let go of one of your hands just to reach out and push open her room door, which was already left ajar. The space opened up before you: a massive presidential suite, lit only by the dim light of the Toronto skyline filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows and a couple of warm lamps. The floor here wasn't carpeted, but made of a polished, dark hardwood.
With one last fluid motion, Daniela pulled you inside the luxurious room and kicked the door shut behind you with her foot.
The click of the latch locking left the suite in absolute silence, broken only by the distant, muffled hum of the night traffic. You carefully stepped off Daniela’s feet, immediately feeling the cold hardwood floor under your bare soles. The sudden temperature change made you shiver slightly.
Daniela noticed right away. She let out a soft chuckle and walked toward the huge walk-in closet opening up to one side of the entrance. ─Wait here, don't move ─she told you in a playful tone.
She came back a couple of seconds later holding a pair of hotel slippers, white, incredibly fluffy, and thick. She knelt down in front of you with a crazy amount of casualness, placing the pair right by your feet.
─Put them on. I don't want to carry the guilt of the maid of honor catching a cold before the wedding ─she said, standing up with that smirk while wiping her palms on her pants.
─Thanks, Dani ─you replied, sliding your feet into the warmth of the slippers. It felt like walking on clouds. ─Damn... the perks of having family who owns the place.
─I told you, only the best ─she shot back, winking at you as she gestured for you to follow her into the living area of the suite.
The space was breathtaking: dark leather couches, a private bar, and a floor-to-ceiling window showcasing the city's glowing skyscrapers. Daniela headed to the mini-fridge, grabbed two bottles of water, and handed you one before crashing onto one of the couches, elegantly crossing one leg. You sat on the edge of the adjacent couch, sideways, curling your legs up on the cushion to face her directly.
For a moment, the tension that almost made you guys combust in the hallway seemed to settle, morphing into a bubble of comfortable intimacy. You looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, taking in the reality of being right there, together, after so many years of radio silence.
─So... ─she started, taking a sip from her bottle. ─How have you been? For real.
That simple question opened the floodgates. At first, the answers were just casual: you talked about your jobs, how you ended up meeting the group of girls you were traveling with, and how much you struggled to adapt to the routine of your college majors years before. Daniela listened to you with absolute, undivided attention, the kind that’s hard to find nowadays; her eyes never left your face, nodding along, remembering names of people from your hometown that you thought she’d already forgotten.
─I can't believe you remember that ─you said, letting out a soft laugh after sharing a little work anecdote.
─I know you ─she replied, her voice sounding strangely warm in the dim light. ─I knew exactly when you were using your "fake voice" to sound polite. You were terrible at hiding things from me.
─Well, you weren't exactly an open book either ─you teased, pointing a finger at her. ─What about you? Canada changed you completely. Look at this hair... ─you gestured toward her curls. ─The blonde was practically your whole identity.
Daniela put a hand to the back of her neck, messing up her curls in a way you found painfully cute. ─I grew up, I guess. The blonde was for the girl who wanted everyone's attention. The black... ─she shrugged, looking at you in a way that made your pulse race─ ...is for the woman who knows exactly what she wants.
The tone of her voice brought back that heavy vibe. She hadn't touched your skin since you entered the room, but the way her eyes analyzed your expressions, reviving the old connection from when you were best friends and knew every single secret about each other, was building an invisible bridge. The trust of the past was coming back, but this time, dressed in the maturity of the present.
The silence that followed her words was comfortable, but the vibe in the presidential suite had gotten a bit more intense. Daniela set her water bottle down on the coffee table and adjusted herself on the couch, tilting her head.
A little pause formed, the kind where you know the conversation is about to shift from casual laughs to something way more intimate.
─Hey... ─she started, dropping her tone a bit, making her sound softer. ─You already told me you’re not the one getting married and that you’re still looking for your Stefan Salvatore but... is there anyone?
You froze for a second, processing the question.
─What do you mean by anyone? ─you asked, just to buy time, while messing with the label on your bottle.
Daniela let out a breathy chuckle, biting the inside of her cheek. She leaned forward a bit, resting her elbows on her knees, cutting down the physical distance between the two couches. The movement caused the top buttons of her shirt to open up a little more, but her gaze stayed locked onto yours, scanning you.
─You know exactly what I mean, (y/n) ─she countered with a smirk. ─Just because you’re not married doesn't mean you’re single. In all these years... was there anyone important? Anyone occupying your mind right now?
There was a hint of genuine curiosity in her voice, but also a subtle, sharp interest in calculating your responses. Daniela had always been possessive with what she considered hers, and even if years had passed, the way she waited for your answer gave away that she needed to know exactly where she stood.
You let out a soft sigh, looking out at the window where the Toronto lights flickered in the early morning, before looking back at her.
─No ─you answered with total honesty, feeling your own heart skip a beat admitting it out loud in front of her. ─There were a couple of tries, sure... but nothing worth it. I guess I got pickier over time. So no, there’s no one. I’m completely single.
Daniela nodded slowly, processing your words. A spark of pure satisfaction, almost a victorious flash, crossed her eyes before her smile became a little softer, more relaxed. She stopped leaning on her knees and kicked back into the couch again, but this time, she stretched her arm along the backrest of the furniture.
─Completely single... ─she repeated in a murmur, savoring the words like they were excellent news. ─Well... at least now I know I don't have to worry about breaking the heart of some jealous Canadian or foreigner while you’re visiting my city.
The dangerously flirty tone and the confidence she said it with left you breathless. The coast was completely clear, and Daniela had just made it obvious that she had zero intention of wasting the chance.
─Ah... but I just gave my number to the stripper ─you blurted out with an innocent little smile, holding her gaze.
Daniela froze for a second, processing the hit, before letting out a clean, loud laugh that filled the room. She stood up, shaking her head through laughs as she walked toward the suite’s open-concept kitchen. But as she passed right in front of you, she stopped. Without warning, she reached out and lightly cupped her warm fingers around your chin, giving you a gentle squeeze that forced you to lift your face up to her.
─You are a terrible liar, (y/n) ─she murmured before letting go of you and continuing on her way.
You stayed there, static on the couch, the skin of your jaw tingling from her touch. You put a hand to your forehead, internally cursing yourself in a whisper. Your mind was a total mess, bombarding you with thousands of thoughts you definitely shouldn't be having about your ex-best friend. The warmth of her fingers, the silk of her shirt, the way she looked at you... You were losing your grip.
To distract yourself, you looked toward the kitchen, where Daniela seemed to be looking for something.
─So... ─you murmured, clearing your throat to get your normal conversational tone back. ─Do you remember that party we snuck out to without our parents' permission? The one thrown by this guy... uh...
─David? ─she completed from the kitchen.
─David! ─You snapped your fingers, smiling at the memory. ─God, my mom almost killed me when...
You froze solid. The information dropped like a block of ice right in the middle of the living room. You stood up from the couch instantly, your eyes wide open.
─It was last year ─Daniela explained. ─He got into a car accident and didn't make it. I actually helped out with the funeral funds because his girlfriend was my cousin, actually.
You walked slowly toward the kitchen, processing the news. As you got closer to the counter, you saw what Daniela was doing: there was a berry tart on the counter and she was cutting two slices. She was going to treat you.
─I hate when people die so young ─you murmured, feeling a sudden tightness in your chest, that reality check reminding you how much the world had changed while you guys weren't seeing each other.
You opened your mouth to keep talking, but you couldn't. Daniela turned toward you and, with crazy casualness, brought a fork with a piece of tart straight to your lips, forcing you to take a bite.
─Alright... lose the face. People die every day ─she said, with a somewhat cold, mature practicality.
And then, while you chewed the sweet flavor of the fruit, Daniela raised her free hand and licked her thumb, completely unconsciously wiping away a trace of cream that had ended up on her skin. Your eyes locked onto the movement of her tongue against her finger. Your throat went completely dry.
You tried to focus on the thread of the conversation, swallowing the bite with difficulty.
─It’s just... it’s not fair that young people and even kids die ─you continued. ─Everything is being snatched away from them, Daniela. The freedom to enjoy, to choose, to make mistakes... to live this.
You looked at her intently, letting the subtext of your words float in the kitchen air. You felt that time was way too fleeting to keep wasting it beating around the bush.
─I got carried away... ─you added, breaking the heavy vibe of the moment with a soft smile. ─By the way, it’s delicious.
Daniela set the plate down on the counter and leaned against the edge of the bar, crossing her arms. Her gaze became incredibly soft, loaded with a tenderness that completely disarmed you.
─You know I’ve always liked listening to you talk, (y/n) ─she let out in a whisper, and for the first time all night, there were no double meanings in her voice, just pure honesty. ─And I agree with you... but stop frowning or you’re going to have wrinkles by thirty.
She stretched out a finger and gently pressed the space between your eyebrows, smoothing out your expression as her wide smile reappeared on her lips.
─I want more ─you announced, ignoring her complaint about your future wrinkles. You leaned over the counter to grab the knife and cut yourself another slice of cake. As you did, you gave her a subtle but deliberate bump with your hip against hers, forcing her to move an inch. Daniela didn’t even complain; she just let out a nasal laugh and stood there, watching you from the corner of her eye as you eagerly devoured the sweet. You talked about a couple more random things, remembering other acquaintances and debating whether Toronto's weather was actually bearable, until the vibe was cut short by an electronic sound.
Daniela's phone, which was face-up on the kitchen counter, began to vibrate insistently, lighting up the space.
Your eyes dropped to the screen out of pure instinct. The contact name was glowing clearly: Soph. And right next to it, a blue heart emoji.
You felt a slight, sudden sting of coldness in your stomach that lowkey annoyed you. You took another bite of the cake, chewing slowly to hide your reaction, and arched an eyebrow in a mocking tone. ─Look who's being checked up on by their partner... ─you joked, trying to sound completely unbothered as you pointed at the phone with your fork.
Daniela didn’t even blink. She reached out to mute the call without a shred of hesitation and tossed the device to the side, shifting all her focus right back to you.
─You've got it wrong ─she replied, tilting her head with a smirk that showed she had perfectly read your silent jealousy─. Just like you replaced me with your new group of friends, I had to replace you too. Sophia is my best friend here in Canada... and she’s probably only calling me to beg me to go out clubbing with her right now.
She shrugged with total indifference, as if the call from the person who occupied her day-to-day life meant absolutely nothing at this moment.
You looked at the muted phone and then looked at her, feeling the weight of the late night hitting you.
─Go ─you said in a small voice, leaving the plate on the counter─. I don't want to ruin your Friday plans.
Daniela suddenly took a step forward, completely erasing the distance you had gained with the cake game. ─Are you kidding? ─she let out in a whisper, and the vibration of her voice hit you directly─. I have you by my side after years of distance, (y/n)... and you really think I’d rather go party with someone else?
The kitchen counter seemed to vanish. Only the two of you existed, the sweet taste of berries in your mouth, and the absolute certainty that, for Daniela, there was no place in all of Toronto more important than the space you occupied.
The silence that followed her confession wasn't comfortable, or friendly, or nostalgic. It was a thick silence, charged with an electricity so heavy it made the kitchen air hard to breathe. Neither of you moved. Daniela was still leaning against the counter, dangerously close, and your fingers were tightly gripping the edge of the marble.
And then, inevitably, both of your gazes dropped at the same time. A shameless, slow, direct slide toward each other's lips.
Not a single word needed to be said. The memory hit you both in unison, like a faint echo resurfacing from the depths of your teenage years. The frame of the Toronto window seemed to fade away to bring back the walls of your old bedroom, the Christmas lights tangled in the headboard of the bed, and the sound of muffled laughter against the pillows during private sleepovers.
Those nights where locking lips wasn't a sin, or a confusion, or this consuming fire burning in your core right now. It had always been a game. A safe zone for experimentation.
─You’re doing it too dry, didn't you practice with the orange like I told you to? ─the fifteen-year-old Daniela would reproach you, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and frowning in childish frustration. ─But Dante likes it like that! ─you would yell at her, throwing a pillow at her face, completely red.
Dante. Your first official boyfriend. A blurry memory. Then, at sixteen, Theo had arrived; at seventeen, that idiot Todd. And throughout that entire parade of boys coming and going through your life, the only constant remained Daniela's lips. Kissing on your bedroom floor to "practice" before an important date, kissing through clumsy laughs when you were way too drunk at some trashy party, or pulling off bold dares in the middle of a game just to feed everyone else's hype and win a silly bet.
It had never meant anything. Or so you told yourselves.
But now, looking at those same plump lips, perfectly lined and dampened by the trace of the cake, the past felt like a cruel joke. That girl who taught you how to kiss no longer existed. In front of you was a woman exhaling a raw, animal magnetism, her shirt half-unbuttoned and a dark storm hidden in her pupils.
Your mind was a chaotic whirlwind of unanswered questions. Did you want to kiss her now? Did you want to take the leap, cross the line, and risk finding out if your ex-best friend's taste was still the same? Or did you want her to be the one to break the damn space, grab you by the neck, and prove to you, once and for all, that you weren't playing dress-up anymore?
Daniela swallowed hard. Her barely visible Adam's apple moved in a slow gesture, and her thumb ring spun again with an anxiety she could no longer hide. The distance between your mouths was ridiculous.
The air in the kitchen became so hot you could feel the cold sweat building up on the back of your neck. Your eyes remained glued to her lips, unable to look up, trapped by the memory of a youth that suddenly felt ridiculously far away. Daniela took an imperceptible step, just enough for the heat radiating from her body—exposed by the open silk shirt—to completely envelop you.
You broke the silence. Your voice was nothing more than a broken whisper, a thin breath brushing against her mouth because of the ridiculous closeness. ─I’m not seventeen anymore, Dani... ─you let out, and the latent challenge in your words made the older girl's jaw clench instantly.
She looked down at your lips one last time. The gleam in her eyes turned into a dense, possessive storm, heavy with a hunger she no longer had any intention of holding back. She leaned in barely a millimeter, letting her breath mix with yours.
─Oh, yeah? ─she replied, dragging out her words with agonizing slowness─. And just how much did you improve in all this time?
And right then. Right then, everything broke.
There was no game, no clumsy laughter, no innocence from the sleepovers of the past. Daniela let out a heavy sigh and closed the distance all at once, catching your lips with a mature ferocity that left you breathless. The impact of your mouths together sent a violent shiver straight down your spine, lighting a fire directly in your lower belly.
Your back hit the edge of the kitchen counter as Daniela’s body pressed against yours with zero hesitation. Her hands, large and firm, went straight to your face: one tangled tightly into your hair, gripping the back of your neck so you couldn't escape, while the other rested on your cheek, forcing you to open your mouth under the pressure of hers.
God, the taste. It was sweet from the red berries of the cake, but infinitely deeper, darker.
Her tongue slipped in without asking for permission, claiming the territory with a shocking confidence that made you let out a low whimper against her lips. Daniela swallowed the sound, devouring you. She wasn't "practicing" anymore. The way she moved her mouth against yours, the expert slowness with which she traced your upper teeth, and the possessive grip on the back of your neck proved to you that the girl from the past was completely buried. This Daniela knew exactly what she wanted, and she wanted it now.
Your hands, which had been trapped between her breasts, slid up the silk of her shirt out of pure instinct, gripping her firm shoulders so you wouldn't fall. You stood on your tiptoes inside your hotel slippers, pressing your body against hers, feeling the firmness of her thighs against yours.
The hallway, the friends, the bachelorette party, the time, and the distance... everything crumbled into nothing. Only the sound of your ragged breathing existed, the wet friction of your tongues, and the suffocating heat of a kiss that had been slow-cooking for years in oblivion.
Daniela didn't rush to undress you, because the hunger dominating her was one that had fed on years of distance, on cold nights in Canada staring at a silent phone, and on a secret she had never dared to confess to her best friend.
It had always been you. Always.
That's why, when her lips finally sealed yours, the contact carried the weight of a final verdict. Daniela let out a long, hot sigh that slipped straight into your throat, a needy murmur that vibrated against your tongue. Her mouth moved with a dense slowness, savoring you, exploring the inside of your mouth as if she were memorizing every corner to make sure this wasn't another damn dream.
Your hands wrinkled the fabric even more between your fingers as you let yourself be dragged by the tide of her mouth. Her expert tongue caressed yours with a slow, possessive rhythm that made your legs shake. Every wet touch, every soft suction of her plump lips against yours, felt like an apology and a declaration at the same time: Sorry for leaving, sorry for the silence, but now you are finally mine.
Daniela took another step forward, eliminating any trace of air left between your bodies. Her hand, the one not firmly tangled in your hair to support the back of your neck, slid slowly down your neck, tracing the curve with a burning pressure until it rested on your waist.
It was in that exact moment, as she pressed her pelvis completely against yours in the middle of that heavy kiss, when you felt it.
A rigid, thick, and fucking massive heat pressed directly against your lower belly through Daniela's dark silk pants. Your breath caught dead in the middle of the kiss, your mind suffering an absolute short-circuit. You knew perfectly well what it meant; you had known the anatomy of your ex-best friend since your teenage years, but feeling that hot firmness, that undeniable reminder of her nature pulsing hard against your intimacy, set your veins on fire in a second.
A sharp, defenseless moan escaped your chest, echoing straight into Daniela's mouth.
Far from pulling away, feeling your reaction made her let out a low growl. Her grip on your waist turned to iron, pulling your hips upward to lock you even tighter against her crotch, grinding that hot rigidity against your center through the layers of clothes. The friction was so perfect, so heavy, that a wave of hot wetness soaked your underwear immediately.
The kiss became even deeper, heavier. Daniela devoured your lips with an animalistic need, your bodies swaying slowly against the kitchen counter in a silent, dark dance, heavy with a longing that had finally found its escape.
The moan you let out against her mouth completely shattered the last bit of control Daniela was trying to maintain. She didn't want you just to relive the past. She didn't want you to be the "group mom" or to look back at old teenage parties. She wanted you, all of you, surrendering to her in a way that erased every single damn year you spent apart.
Without breaking the kiss, keeping your tongues tangled in that heavy, wet rhythm, Daniela slid her hands down from your waist. Her palms, firm and hot, rested just beneath your thighs.
With a single fluid motion and a ruthless strength that made you lose your footing, she lifted you straight up.
Your feet completely slipped out of your hotel slippers. Out of pure survival instinct and drunk on the adrenaline, you wrapped your legs around her waist, locking your ankles behind her back to anchor yourself to her. As you did, your intimacy clashed head-on, with zero barriers, against the hot rigidity of her crotch. The direct pressure of her member against your center forced a shaky gasp out of you, which Daniela devoured immediately, sucking on your bottom lip with a savage need.
Daniela pulled your body away from the kitchen counter. She didn't let you go; she carried you easily, holding your entire weight as she started walking slowly toward the master bedroom area of the suite. Every single step forward meant an agonizing friction between your pelvises. The friction of her rigid anatomy against your wet center through the fabric of her pants was a delicious torture. You clung to her shoulders, digging your nails into the fabric of her shirt, while your head spun. You could feel her wild heartbeat crashing against yours, and the low growl vibrating in her throat every time she squeezed your thighs tighter to lock you against her.
You crossed the threshold in a haze of unfinished kisses and hot breaths. The Toronto moonlight streamed through the bedroom’s large window, illuminating the massive king-size bed with dark linen sheets that seemed to be waiting for you in the center of the room.
Daniela stopped at the edge of the mattress. Finally, she pulled her mouth away from yours just a few inches, breaking that eternal kiss. Her lips were red, swollen, and wet with your spit; her curls fell messily over her forehead and her eyes, injected with a thick, possessive lust, gleamed in the dim light.
─I told you in the hallway, (y/n)... ─she whispered with a voice so raspy and low it vibrated straight into your core─. I’m the only real danger on this floor. And I have absolutely no intention of letting you go tonight.
She held your gaze for one more second, making sure you understood that past this point there was no turning back, before dropping down with you, pulling you both into the softness of the bed under the absolute weight of her body.
The weight of Daniela on top of you in the vastness of the bed felt like the anchor you had been searching for for years. The darkness of the room, broken only by the silver glow of the moon, set the perfect stage for what was coming. Daniela didn't rush. She looked down at you, her hands firm on either side of your head, trapping you between her arms while her heavy breathing hit your cheeks.
─Let me look at you ─she whispered, with that raspy voice that completely owned your willpower now.
Her hands moved down with an almost religious devotion. She started getting rid of your clothes with deliberate slowness, enjoying every single inch of skin that was left exposed to the warmth of the suite. It wasn't just removing fabric; it was an act of worship. Her warm fingers traced your ribs, the contour of your waist, the curve of your hips, pausing to savor the texture of your skin.
Through her eyes, locked onto you, you knew exactly how much you had changed. Your body was no longer that of the teenager from the sleepovers; your curves were more defined, and the way you reacted to her touch ─with goosebumps and involuntary twitches─ betrayed the agonizing void her absence had left in you. Your body remembered her, missed her, and was turning on like never before just from her touch.
When she slid the second-to-last piece of clothing down, leaving your legs completely free, Daniela took a moment to check you out from your ankles to your chest. But just as her eyes moved back up toward your pelvis, something caught her attention in the shadows.
She froze. A diagonal line on your lower belly, right where your thigh started to meet your pelvis, revealed a small, dark mark.
Daniela lowered her body a bit more, propping one knee between your legs to make space, and stretched out a finger to trace the fresh ink on your skin. It was a small tattoo, delicate but incredibly suggestive: "xoxo".
A soft, deep laugh heavy with delicious complicity vibrated in her chest. Daniela looked up at you, arching an eyebrow with that smirk that drove you crazy.
─"xoxo"? Hugs and kisses? ─she asked in an amused whisper, tracing the first 'x' with the tip of her index finger, applying a subtle pressure that made you arch your back from the closeness to your wet center─. Well... I see someone made sure to leave a treasure map right here.
You went completely red, covering your face with one arm out of embarrassment, which only made her laugh harder. ─Shut up... it was a bet ─you managed to say, your voice shaking.
─I’m not going to shut up ─she shot back─. In fact... I think it's the perfect reminder. Because I plan to take the kissing part very seriously... and what comes next even more seriously.
She leaned her face down and, before you could protest, pressed her hot lips directly onto the tattoo, giving you a wet, heavy kiss on your lower belly that made you let out a defenseless moan, giving yourself up completely to her absolute control.
Daniela didn't budge from that position. With her mouth still pressed against the "xoxo" on your lower belly, she felt the violent twitch that ran through your thighs, the way your fingers dug desperately into the dark sheets. She smiled against your skin, a wolfish, possessive gesture. She knows the power she has over you, but more than that, she knows the responsibility she holds in her hands. She knows you're a lady, her lady, and she would hate herself if she didn't make you enjoy every single damn second in this room to the absolute max.
For Daniela, your satisfaction comes first.
Without rushing, but with ruthless determination, she moved her hands down your thighs, separating your legs with a firm gentleness that left you completely exposed to her. She slid the last barrier of fabric down with a clean motion, letting it drop to the floor.
When your eyes met hers in the dim light, you saw an almost religious focus. Daniela slid down the mattress, settling between your open legs. Her hands rested on the inside of your knees, keeping you open, forcing you to watch how she prepared to worship you.
─Dani... ─you begged in a whisper, feeling the cool air of the suite hit your center, which was already dripping with desire.
─Shh... Just let go, (y/n). Only focus on me ─she ordered.
She leaned forward. The first thing that touched you was her warm breath, a puff of air that made you jump on the bed. And then, her tongue.
God, that first touch was a long, wet, heavy stroke that went from the base of your intimacy all the way to your clitoris. The electric shock was so brutal that you arched your back completely, letting out a choked gasp that echoed off the bedroom walls. Your hands left the sheets to go straight to her head, burying your fingers in her curls, not to push her away, but to lock her against you.
Daniela growled against your flesh, pleased with your reaction. She started devouring you with a hunger and a skill that wiped your own name from your mind. Her tongue became an expert, tracing concentric circles around your most sensitive spot, sucking on it with an agonizing, constant, heavy rhythm. She knew exactly the pressure you needed; she knew you so well that your body seemed to respond to her orders before you could even process them yourself.
The contrast between the softness of her tongue and the firmness with which her fingers held your hips so you wouldn't escape the pleasure was driving you crazy. You were floating. You felt how the years of absence, the distance from Toronto, and the silence all melted away with every wet lick Daniela gave you.
She slid two of her long fingers inside you, finding you completely soaked, while her mouth kept up the work without stopping for a single second. The thrusting of her fingers inside you, making you groan loudly, and the constant suction on your clitoris pushed you right to the edge of the cliff in a matter of minutes.
─Dani, please... I’m going to... I’m going to...! ─you moaned, pulling at her curls, tears of pure pleasure welling up in your eyes.
Daniela looked up for a split second, her lips glistening with your own juices, and her eyes poured out a wild satisfaction at seeing how you were completely falling apart for her. She dialed up the pace, gripping your hips tightly, determined to make you blow up in her hands before even thinking about her own pleasure.
Your collapse was total, violent, and absolute. The last suction from her mouth, combined with the relentless drive of her fingers inside you, made you cross the line. You arched your back in an almost unreal way, your toes curling and your nails buried in her shoulders while your center contracted in spasmodic waves, spilling completely over her lips and fingers. You let out a long, muffled cry that dissolved into a shaky gasp as the orgasm wrecked your entire body, leaving you floating in a haze of pure pleasure.
Daniela savored every single one of your contractions, staying down there until the last twitch faded.
When she finally lifted her face, the view took away the breath you were barely recovering. Her chin and lips were soaked with your slick, and her gaze shone with a savage devotion, proud to have destroyed you like that.
Looking to lock in that connection, so there would be zero doubt that your fluids were now one and the same, Daniela slid up the mattress. She moved up slowly, positioning her body over yours. Deliberately, she pulled her fingers out of you, completely coated in your wetness, and brought them straight to your mouth.
─Lick ─she said with a voice so raspy it gave you goosebumps all over─. Taste yourself.
There was no hesitation. You opened your lips and took her fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, tasting your own essence mixed with the heat of her skin. Your eyes locked onto hers, holding a gaze that was no longer between friends, but between two women connected on a primal level.
While you were sucking on her fingers, Daniela didn't waste any time. With her free hand, she went straight down to the button of her dark pants. Her eyes didn't leave your face for a single second, devouring your gaze while she got rid of the garment and her underwear in a fluid and firm motion, pushing the fabric down with her hips until it dropped to the edge of the bed.
As she freed herself, her dick was left completely exposed between your legs. Her member, thick, erect, and throbbing hard, immediately searched for the way back into your center. Sensing that burning rigidity brushing against your sensitive, soaking wet skin, a muffled groan vibrated against Daniela’s fingers that you still had in your mouth.
You were completely open and lubricated from your own climax, and she was about to reclaim the place that had always belonged to her. The friction of her erect member against your intimacy sent one last shiver through you, but instead of letting yourself be submissive, the rush of adrenaline from the orgasm gave you a renewed wave of bravery. You slowly pulled Daniela’s fingers out of your mouth, leaving a string of spit between the two of you. Before she could react or push her hips forward, you placed the palms of your hands on her firm shoulders and, with a quick and decisive move, shoved her to the side.
Daniela let out a sharp gasp of surprise as her back hit the mountain of pillows. She tried to sit up out of pure instinctual control, but you had already moved. You positioned yourself on top of her, straddling her thighs, trapping her under your own weight. Your center, completely sensitive, was suspended millimeters away from her erection, which was throbbing hard upward, desperately looking for contact.
You reached out toward the nightstand, where you knew the hotel left the complimentary kit. You grabbed the small square packet and brought your gaze back to Daniela, who was looking up at you from below with her pupils completely dilated, her chest rising and falling violently, holding her breath at your sudden audacity.
You brought the condom wrapper to your mouth. You sank your teeth into the plastic edge and gave a slow tug, tearing the packaging open with a sharp rip that seemed to echo in the silence of the suite. Daniela swallowed hard, her hands moving up to your hips only to grip you with an agonizing tension. You slid the latex out with your fingers and glided a bit lower over her body. You placed the pads of your fingers on the tip of her member, which was dripping with hot pre-cum, and started to unroll the condom. Slowly. Inch by inch. Feeling her entire body vibrate underneath you.
Daniela’s massive rigidity twitched under your touch. A husky whimper, a strangled sound of pure frustration and bottled-up desire, escaped her throat as she turned her face to the side, burying her head into the pillow and clenching her teeth so she wouldn't beg you to finish quickly.
When you were done putting it on, you moved back up her body, sliding your stomach against hers. A soft, complicit, and deeply happy laugh escaped your chest upon seeing her face of absolute suffering. Daniela opened her eyes, looking at you with a mix of adoration and fake fury, and ended up laughing along with you, breaking the heavy tension of the moment with that old magic that only the two of you shared.
─You are literal torture, (y/n) ─she growled, but she didn't wait for an answer. Her hands shot up from your hips straight to the back of your neck, pulling you down to slam her mouth against yours in a hungry kiss. You gripped her curls tightly, tangling your fingers in her hair to anchor yourself, while aligning your pelvis right over the tip of her dick.
Guided by her hands on your waist, you began to lower yourself down.
Bit by bit. Millimeter by millimeter.
The groan you both let out was mutually muffled in each other's mouths as that hot, thick, and commanding flesh started to stretch your walls, pushing its way into your hyperventilating inside. You felt every single ridge, the scorching heat of the lubricated latex, and the brutal pressure that was filling you up completely, forcing you to arch your neck while Daniela subtly thrust upward; you were finally completely full of her. The moment she felt your internal walls give in, getting used to the length and thickness that defined her, her patience evaporated entirely. With a swift, dominant motion, her large hands left your hips and went straight to your face.
She spread her fingers and grabbed your chin firmly, squeezing the flesh hard. It was the exact same annoying gesture she used to use in the past to mess with you whenever you completely zoned out, but now... now it was pure kink.
She forced you to tilt your head back, exposing your neck and forcing your lips apart. She stared up at you while guiding the rhythm of your hips, forcing you to ride her relentlessly. Every time you lifted yourself up and dropped back down, her member hit the depth of your intimacy with such a brutal precision that it brought tears to your eyes.
─Show me how much you missed me, (y/n) ─she ordered in an authoritative voice, squeezing your jaw a little tighter─. Beg me. Let me hear you scream my name.
You were losing your mind. With your mouth open and your breath completely broken, you started to whimper uncontrollably, letting out high-pitched moans that flooded the room. You moved on top of her desperately, chasing more speed, more depth, completely submissive to the rhythm her hands forced upon you. The plot twists of life were insane: the same girl you used to watch movies with on Saturday afternoons had you right now on the verge of a mental breakdown, using you as her woman. And deep down in her mind, Daniela was beyond grateful to the universe for crossing their paths again in that Toronto hotel.
Feeling the violent tremor in your thighs, Daniela slowed her pace for a second. She let go of your chin, letting your head drop forward, and slid her hands straight up to your chest, catching your nipples between her fingers to stimulate them with an expert pressure that made you gasp.
—Is it too much? —she breathlessly murmured, her lips parted, looking at you with a mix of genuine concern and an insatiable lust.
You shook your head frantically, your eyes clouded with tears of pleasure. You leaned forward, closing the distance until your chest crashed against hers, and you completely sank into her, burying her erect member to the hilt in an agonizing motion.
—No... it's perfect —you managed to get out between gasps, hiding your face in her neck—. Dammit... I missed you so much, Dani.
Hearing your words, the body of your now-lover experienced a spasm of pure affection and possession. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, crushing you against her while her pelvis suddenly surged up, thrusting upward with a powerhouse force that made you arch your back and scream her name against her skin.
Daniela turned her face toward your ear, letting her burning breath scorch your earlobe, and let out a low, dirty laugh, dripping with a delicious irony.
—Use me, babe... —she said against your ear, while her hips moved in a wild, uncontrolled rhythm that was pushing both of you closer to the edge—. That's what best friends are for, right?
The impact of her words, combined with the deep thrust of her member inside you, was the final trigger. Your insides clamped down with massive force, trapping her in a new, violent orgasm that made you shiver all over. Daniela let out a husky, wild growl, and after three quick, heavy thrusts that filled you completely, she came inside the latex with a long spasm that left you both holding each other, sweaty and completely exhausted in the middle of the Toronto night.
Silence returned to the presidential suite slowly, almost reverently, bringing with it the muffled echo of your ragged breathing. The air in the room still felt thick, hot, heavy with the scent of red berry tart, latex, and the unmistakable fragrance of your shared intimacy.
You collapsed completely onto her chest, your leg muscles trembling and a delicious weakness running through every vertebra. Your hearts, racing and rhythmic, beat so hard it felt like they were trying to communicate through your sweaty skin.
Daniela let out a long sigh, a puff of warm air that ruffled the damp strands of your hair. Her protective arms wrapped gently around your back, keeping you pinned to her as if she feared that if she let go, all of this would fade away like a fading dream at dawn.
—Oh my god... —she muttered. Her voice was no longer dominant or playful; it was a strangely vulnerable whisper, tired in the best possible way.
—Don't talk —you managed to say, hiding your face in her, inhaling the scent of sex and her own skin. Your fingers, still loosely tangled in her curls, barely had the strength to stroke her.
Daniela let out a low laugh that vibrated directly against your chest. With an agonizing slowness, she began to pull her hips back to slide out of you, making sure not to hurt you. The sudden emptiness made you let out a whine, an involuntary whimper that made her smile in the dim light.
She took a couple of minutes to handle the condom with the same clean seriousness as before, moving to the edge of the mattress. When she returned to your side, she brought one of the dark linen sheets with her. She covered you gently, shielding you from the subtle chill of the air conditioning, before sliding under the fabric herself.
She dragged you against her body immediately, resting your head on her shoulder and intertwining one of her legs between yours.
There, in the calm of the afterglow, the reality of what had just happened began to settle in. There were no longer any barriers, nor years of distance or the past. You were right there, stripped of all defenses and protected by the woman who knew you best in the world.
Daniela reached out with her free hand and, with the pad of her thumb, gently traced your lips, which were still looking a bit swollen from the intensity of her kisses.
—I missed you too... —she whispered, looking into your eyes with a tenderness so deep it made your chest tighten.
