"Not a good idea on retrospective, but it had been hot".

Another secret Simbar love affair.

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She heard the sound of multiple objects falling to the floor but she couldn't care less. All she cared about was the sinful way his tongue was caressing her own, how his teeth were pulling on her bottom lip and how his whole body pressed up against hers, head to toe. She was breathless and the best kind of dizzy. She never wanted to stop.

Next thing she knew he had pulled her up, her legs instinctively going around his hips, and put her down on top of one of the dressing room mirrors. Her legs stayed around him, pulling him even closer if that was even possible.

His jacket had hit the floor the moment they had locked themselves inside so now she was exploring his back from underneath his t-shirt. His hands were everywhere: on her hair, on her waist, on the bare skin of her thighs... god, she had never felt happier for wearing shorts. Her whole body felt on fire. She wanted more.

An especially adventurous hand went under her shirt and up to her breast. She moaned and arched her back, encouraging the movement. The electric waves going through her body had her digging her nails into his back, making him groan and kiss her with even more ferocity. It was messy and wet, teeth clashing and lips bruising, tongues fighting to win the upper hand in an endless battle. Ámbar was starting to think that going all the way right there against the mirror in the dressing room was a great idea.

She had just started taking his t-shirt off (seriously hiding those pectorals was a crime) when they heard voices outside the room.

"Why is the door locked?"

"I don't know. Is anyone inside?"

The knock on the door finally broke them out of their haze and they pulled apart, eyes wide as saucers. Ámbar jumped off the mirror and went to retrieve Simón's jacket by the door while he started re-arranging the makeup utensils that were all over the floor.

So that's what she had heard.

Not a good idea on retrospective, but it had been hot.

Meanwhile the voices outside seemed perplexed.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone, maybe it got locked by accident?"

Thank god for the sound proof walls.

"Should we look for someone to open the door?"

Oh no.

Ámbar helped Simón sort out everything as quickly as she could, leaving everything as it had been before. Some eye shadows had been ruined but, oh well, it'd been worth it.

Once that was settled she turned to him.

"Go. Stop them from calling anyone, I'll stay here for a couple of minutes and then leave when the coast is clear", she whispered. His eyes widened.

"What?! No way, you go!", he said in a whispered yell.

"Why do I have to go?!", they were both yell whispering at this point. Why was he so agitated? What did it even matter who went first? Ámbar didn't get it.

"Because unlike you I have quite a visible problem!", he yelled back, forcefully fixing his pants with one hand. He looked uncomfortabl—

Oh.

"Right. Right um... but wait. We're clearly in danger of exposure, how hasn't it gone down by now?"

"I'M NOT GONNA DISCUSS MALE ANATOMY WITH YOU, JUST GO!!!"

Was he blushing? Yeah, he was definitely blushing. How cute.

"Okay okay, I'm going!"

Ámbar quickly fixed her hair and clothes in front of one of the mirror and went for the door. She stopped just short of opening it though and turned around to see Simón. He looked so wrecked (she kinda felt proud of her handiwork) that she couldn't stop herself from stealing one more kiss from his lips.

She didn't know when they'd find the opportunity for another one of their escapades so she kissed him as hard as she could without deepening it. She knew if their tongues touched once more they would be there for a while. No matter, just the force of her kiss was enough to knock the air out of his lungs. She heard him groan.

"You're not helping!", he said against her lips and she couldn't help but laugh.

Finally, she let go and quickly walked through the door, closing it behind her. Simón heard her exchange words with the people outside, what kind of excuse she could be making up was beyond him. Soon the chatter died down and was followed by the sound of retreating footsteps. He expelled a relieved sigh.

He turned to the mirror, putting his jacket back on and started fixing himself, all the while trying to focus his mind on the least sexy image he could think of.

"Tino in a speedo, Tino in a speedo, Tino in a speedo..."