Page 108 of Forget-Me-Nots and Apricots

"I notice details," I replied, my voice husky with desire. "Especially important ones."

Something warmed in Theo's eyes at my words, a vulnerability beneath his analytical exterior that made my heart squeeze. His hands moved to the tie of my robe, fingers hovering questioningly.

"May I?"

I nodded, my breath catching as he slowly untied the loose knot, pushing the robe from my shoulders until it pooled around my feet. His eyes moved over me—tank top and sleep shorts leaving little to the imagination in the dim kitchen light—with scientific thoroughness, as if cataloging each curve, each shadow.

"Beautiful," he murmured, the single word carrying more emotion than his usual analytical observations. His hands settled on my hips, warm and steady as they drew me back between his knees. "May I continue my exploration?"

"Please," I whispered, my voice catching as his fingers slid beneath the hem of my tank top, tracing patterns across my skin with deliberate precision.

Theo's touch was methodical yet somehow deeply intimate—as if he was mapping every inch of me, committing each reaction to memory. When his hands finally moved higher, pushing my tank top up to expose my breasts to his heated gaze, I felt none of the self-consciousness I might have expected. There was something freeing about being seen so thoroughly, so completely, by someone who noticed every detail yet found value in each one. His analytical gaze had transformed into something hungrier, though no less attentive, as his hands cupped my breasts with reverent precision.

"The human body is a remarkable system," Theo murmured, his thumbs circling my nipples in a way that made me gasp. "But yours exceeds standard parameters of aesthetic appreciation."

I laughed softly, even as desire coursed through me. "That might be the most Theo way possible of calling me beautiful."

The corner of his mouth lifted in that subtle almost-smile. "Accuracy is important to me." His head lowered, lips replacing fingers as he took one sensitive peak into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue, combined with the careful pressure of his teeth, sent shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him to me as he continued his methodical exploration. His touch was precise—scientific in its thoroughness yet somehow deeply sensual in its execution.

"Your responses are extraordinary," he murmured against my skin as his mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same meticulous attention. "Each micro-reaction suggests optimal stimulation patterns."

I would have laughed at his clinical assessment if I hadn't been so lost in sensation. Instead, I arched into his touch, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was creating with such methodical precision. His hands slid down to my hips, fingers hooking in the waistband of my sleep shorts, pausing there in silent question.

"Yes," I breathed, understanding what he was asking. "Please, Theo." With careful movements, he slid the shorts down my legs, helping me step out of them before his hands returned to my hips, holding me steady between his knees.

His eyes, analytical yet heated behind his glasses, studied me with that intense focus that made me feel completely seen. I stood before him, wearing only my tank top, as his hands explored the newly exposed skin of my thighs and hips with scientific precision.

"Your musculature suggests regular physical activity," he observed, his fingers tracing patterns that made me shiver despite the warmth spreading through me. "Likely from carrying heavy arrangements and standing for extended periods."

"Are you analyzing my body while we're being intimate?" I asked, my voice breathy despite my attempt at teasing.

Theo's eyes met mine, something vulnerable flickering behind his usual analytical gaze. "It's how I process the world. Through observation, data collection, analysis." His hands stilled on my hips. "Does it bother you?"

I reached out, gently removing his glasses and setting them carefully on the counter. His eyes—widened slightly, making him look younger, more vulnerable without the barrier of glass between us and him.

"No," I said softly, cupping his face in my hands. "It doesn't bother me at all. It's part of who you are. I find it... intimate. Being observed so thoroughly by someone who sees every detail."

Something softened in Theo's expression, a rare unguarded moment from the usually analytical Alpha. His hands resumed their exploration, more confident now as they moved higher along my thighs. When his fingers brushed against the damp fabric between my legs, we both gasped—me at the sensation, him at the discovery.

"Your physiological arousal is significant," he murmured, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it. "Fascinating."

"Less observation, more action," I breathed, my hands gripping his shoulders as his fingers continued their teasing exploration. "Please, Theo."

He complied with my request, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic to find the wetness waiting there. A low sound of appreciation escaped him as he explored me with the same methodical precision he brought to everything—finding each sensitive spot with unerring accuracy, cataloging each gasp and moan as if filing away data for future reference.

"Your responses are remarkably consistent," he murmured, his eyes watching my face intently as his fingers circled my most sensitive spot. "Yet each reaction has unique characteristics." His free hand slid up to cup my breast again, thumb brushing across the hardened peak in perfect counterpoint to the movements of his other hand.

I clutched at his shoulders, my hips moving instinctively against his touch as pleasure built within me. "Theo," I gasped, my head falling back as he slid one finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids. The dual sensation of his mouth on my breast and his fingers moving inside me was overwhelming, pleasure building in waves that threatened to drown me.

“You are close to climax.” Theo observed, his voice strained as he increased the tempo of his movements. His eyes never left my face, cataloging each expression, each reaction as he worked me closer to the edge.

"Let go, Vivian," he murmured, his scientific precision somehow making his words more powerful. "I want to observe every aspect of your release."

His thumb pressed firmly against my most sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers curled inside me, finding that perfect spot that sent me spiraling over the edge. I cried out his name as pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of sensation washed over me. Theo worked me through it, his movements gentling as the aftershocks rippled through my body, his eyes never leaving my face.

"Remarkable," he murmured, his voice filled with something close to awe as I finally collapsed against him, boneless and breathless. "The way your pupils dilated, the flush spreading across your skin, the involuntary muscle contractions—all perfectly synchronized." His clinical observations somehow felt like the most intimate form of appreciation.

I laughed softly against his shoulder, my body still trembling with aftershocks. "Only you could make scientific observation sound so sexy."

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