#scarletfever

[tothclean]

Just a nasty germ, Scarlet Fever

[riaayumirza]

Scarlet Fever: Fever Dream

Episode 2:

Fever Dream

We had just arrived at the hotel, hours after a long, delayed flight.

I was unpacking my suitcase near the tall glass window, the city lights below blurring in the misty distance.

“Baby… I think I got a little fever,” I mumbled, fingertips grazing my temple. “I think I need to rest…”

He walked over quietly and placed the back of his hand on my forehead, eyes narrowing with concern.

“Yeah… you are hot,” he said softly, and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Then he cupped my face gently, searching my eyes—his brow still knit with worry. But I looked back at him, heat rising in more ways than one. We both knew. Whatever was burning in me wasn’t just a fever.

He saw it. That hunger in my gaze. The kind that said: I’m not too sick for this… I want you. That’s when the corner of his lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk.

“Yes baby… you are hot,” he whispered, “I almost couldn’t handle it back on the airplane.”

I didn’t reply. I just reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He turned me gently—spun me so my front pressed against the cold window. My fevered skin met the glass. His chest met my back.

I caught our reflection. His arms wrapped around me, holding my chest, my hips, my shoulders. My breath fogging the window. The city watching us burn.

He kissed down my neck, voice rough in my ear.

“But baby… you have a fever… You need to rest. And maybe… a little sweat.”

“I know, baby,” I whispered. “Can you give me a little sweat?”

He undressed me slowly, reverently.

“Baby…” I shivered. “I’m so cold. Please. I need your body heating mine. Don’t go far…”

“I’m right here,” he murmured. “Not going anywhere.”

Then he laid against me—skin to skin, chest to back, heat against heat— and moved with the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask, doesn’t wait.

He devoured me like I was the cure for his thirst. And when we finished, he held me like glass, tucked me into bed with a touch so careful… as if he was still worried about the fever.

He slipped under the covers with me, wrapping his arms around my body from behind. Warm, steady, solid.

“You have to rest now,” he whispered against my hair, his voice soft but firm.

Then he turned my face gently toward him and kissed my lips— slow, lingering, like a promise that he’d stay right there… until the fever passed.

[riaayumirza]

Scarlet Fever: Ink Under Skin

Episode 1: Ink Under Skin

Rain pressed softly against the windows, blurring the city into streaks of light. The room was dim, lit only by the TV and the occasional flash of headlights outside.

You sat close. Not touching, but close enough to feel his warmth. The movie played on, forgotten, dialogue melting into background noise.

Your eyes kept drifting back to his arm.

“Can I ask you something?” you said casually, though your voice softened at the end.

He glanced at you. “Hmm?”

“Your tattoo,” you nodded toward his shoulder. “What does it mean?”

For a second, he hesitated. Then he smiled, slow, almost amused.

“This one?” He tugged at the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, the fabric disappearing somewhere behind him.

Your breath caught before you could stop it.

The tattoo curved along his upper arm and shoulder, dark lines following the shape of muscle and bone. Closer now, you could see the details—the parts that faded, the parts that pressed deeper into skin.

He started explaining. Where it came from. Why he chose it. What it marked.

You reached out without thinking.

Your fingers traced the edge of the ink, warm skin beneath, a quiet electricity humming where you touched him. He stopped talking mid-sentence.

His eyes dropped to your hand. Then lifted to your face.

“Careful,” he murmured.

“Why?” you asked softly.

“Because if you keep touching me like that…”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

You leaned in instead.

The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was slow, deliberate—like both of you were testing how far the night wanted to go. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer, the heat between you rising in waves.

Outside, the rain fell harder. Inside, the air felt thick, charged.

You broke the kiss just enough to smile.

“So,” you whispered, fingers still resting over his tattoo, “tell me about the rest.”

He laughed under his breath, forehead resting against yours.

“That,” he said, “might take the whole night.”

And this time, the movie kept playing, unwatched, unheard, as scarlet quietly filled the room.

[riaayumirza]

Why I Created This: Scarlet Fever

#5 Scarlet Fever

I created Scarlet Fever because I wanted to write intimacy without crossing into something explicit or dirty.

I wanted stories that feel close. Breath-close. Skin-close. Stories where two people are so focused on each other that the world naturally fades into the background.

Scarlet Fever is not about sex for shock value. It’s about desire that feels intentional. About passion that lingers instead of explodes. About wanting someone—and being wanted back—without having to spell everything out.

At the same time, I also write Soft Daydreams.

Those stories live in a different temperature. They’re gentle, domestic, quiet. Late-night snacks. Shared books. Warm shoulders. Safe silences.

And somewhere along the way, I realized something important:

A relationship doesn’t survive on softness alone. And it doesn’t survive on passion alone either.

It needs both.

Soft Daydream and Scarlet Fever are two sides of the same coin. One is tenderness. The other is heat.

One is safety. The other is hunger.

Both are forms of intimacy. Both are necessary to make love feel whole.

So I write Scarlet Fever not to be explicit, but to be honest. To explore closeness, tension, and desire in a way that still feels human, focused, and intentional.

If Soft Daydream is about building a home together, then Scarlet Fever is about remembering why you chose each other in the first place.

And I think love deserves both. Read Soft Daydreams here Read Scarlet Fever here

[lupin423]

[factifiedblog]

scarlet fever : This fever caused havoc in Britian with corona, 19 children died so far

[sghost]

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Scarlet fever cases hit 50-year high #scarletfever #england #outbreak #parents #alert #warning #viligence Experts are unable to explain why the contagious disease is on the increase in England. http://crwd.fr/2j7mBen