Just when I thought I've heard it all, why would anyone even make a fanfiction based on this tub of lard is beyond me
The dim hotel room was lit only by the glow of the city skyline filtering through half-drawn curtains. After a long day of panels and late-night talks, Melonie Mac and Jeremy Hambly had slipped away from the convention crowd, the easy banter between them slowly giving way to something warmer, more charged.Jeremy closed the door behind them, his hand lingering on the knob for a moment as he looked at her. “You sure?” he asked quietly, voice low.Melonie nodded, stepping closer, her fingers brushing his chest. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
Their first kiss was tentative, a soft press of lips that deepened quickly as weeks of shared laughs and stolen glances finally ignited. Jeremy’s hands found her waist, pulling her gently against him. Melonie’s arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as the kiss grew more urgent, breaths mingling in the quiet room.They moved toward the bed without breaking apart, clumsy in the best way—shoes kicked off, her jacket sliding to the floor. Jeremy’s touch was careful, reverent, tracing the curve of her back as he lowered her onto the sheets. Melonie pulled him down with her, heart racing at the solid warmth of his body over hers.Clothes stayed mostly in place, hands exploring over fabric rather than beneath it. Jeremy kissed along her jaw, then down to the sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a soft sigh from her lips. “You feel incredible,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough with emotion.
Melonie arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as heat built between them. Their movements were slow and intense—hips pressing together in a rhythm that needed no words, bodies rocking in a dance of mutual want. Every touch sent sparks through her: his beard lightly grazing her neck, the strength in his arms as he held her close, the way he whispered her name like it mattered more than anything else in the world. She kissed him harder, pouring weeks of connection into it—the respect, the understanding, the spark that had grown from friendship into this. Jeremy responded in kind, his hands sliding down her sides, holding her as if afraid she might vanish. They didn’t rush.
The world outside the hotel door—the drama, the noise, the endless online storm—faded completely. There was only the two of them, tangled together, breathing each other in, chasing that shared peak with gasps and whispered encouragements. When the wave finally crested, Melonie clung to him, trembling as pleasure washed over her. Jeremy followed moments later, burying his face in her neck with a low groan, holding her tight through the aftershocks. They lay together afterward, foreheads pressed close, catching their breath. Jeremy brushed a strand of red hair from her face, smiling softly. “That was… worth every convention awkward bump.” Melonie laughed breathlessly, curling into his side. “Yeah. Definitely teaming up more often. ”The night settled around them, warm and content, two creators who had found something real in each other’s arms.
EDIT: My 15-second AI Jer fan-fic made me puke in my mouth a little.
