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As Amir had been gazing off to your receding figure beyond the bathroom door, he does not recognise someone walking up to him from behind. A subtle poke from the back made him jump, and in recollection of the exact moment afterwards, he swears he did not let out a yelp.
(The other bathroom residents, on the other hand, beg to differ).
It turns out the door through the gym does have its uses. You made a mental note to yourself to thank the Dorian in question, anticipating a smug I-told-you-so from your bouncer friend.
He tries to regain composure as he looks at your beautiful figure, his hand quickly recoiling from the lipstick mark you left on his face.
"Ah-- azizam, you startled me!" He said, fixing his hair and reflective outfit. "You could have at least given me advanced no-"
Your face was unreadable as you dared to go as close
"Azizam?" He repeated, concerned at the change in demeanor. Just the same, the distance between you two seemed the closest it's been since the first time you interacted with him. "Is there anything wrong? Your frown does not help your beautiful fa-"
His spiel was interrupted by the impact of your soft, very pigmented lips on the other side of his face. You feel him tense up, but moments pass and you find him easing into your embrace.
"I could never resist you," you say, emphasizing each word with a further kiss. You leave your mark on his cheeks, his forehead, anywhere that was free real estate. You could swear his ever-confident composure folding with each kiss. "Who else in this house always saw the beauty in me that even I couldn't see from the start?"
"B-because it's true," he gasped, as you continued with your barrage of affection. "It was only a matter of time before yo- oh."
He was interrupted as you tantalizingly tease his neck with more kisses, your confidence growing with each time.
"You know, azizam?" He attempts to start again. "I was forever doomed when you cleaned me up after Jean Loo and Johnny vandalized my figure," he says, a bold statement for the objects in question were in the room with you.
(Now, the other objects were quiet - but for an entirely different reason this time around.)
"And that was the moment I realized I was so far lost, too," you say, pulling back to admire your handiwork. You flick your eyes over to his lips, and Amir gets the message. You close in, and your first real kiss with him was far better than you'd ever imagined in your head.
"I think," you say as you pull away, panting but thirsty for more. Amir's debauched face, dizzy and smudged in red, made you gain confidence that no other character could. "We could do with something more."
You tug his arm as you pull him to the bedroom, and inadvertently make his figure fall back to the bed. You remembered that this was, in fact, the mirror you were about to jump his bones on.
"Are you okay?" You ask, coming back to your sentences. "Did I break anything?"
"I dare you to try, azizam," he grinned up at you devilishly.
...Let's just say you did.