(Gender neutral reader btw.)

It was one of those days where it's irritatingly cold. Well, of course weathers are seasonal for certain months. But it's so cold to the point where you're shivering, even when you're under the blankets. At this point, you felt like you can get sick from this weather.

No fireplace can be located, unless you attempt to get the source of fire from the house's stove and that busted heater that barley functions anymore. Almost nothing in the building can ignite anything to accommodate for your warmth. And that's why it's an 'almost'. It's not a commodity, but a firing individual that is better than a heater or a stove. It's almost like he obtains the element of fire and is stored in his well-built framed body. He conquers the fire, he is the fire. Born and fights like a raging fire.

The problem is, he's not in the house at the moment. So much for the best option you can ever receive.

You let out a exaggerated sigh of annoyance and firmly grip on the blanket to let yourself collect any heat you can manage. You can even try drinking your fourth hot beverage and indulge it's steam heating up your insides, but it's too cold to walk to the kitchen. And you almost have the warmth to satisfy your body by the fluffy friction of your blanket hugging you. It would be perfect if he was in your bed right about now to escalate that.

"Ooh Muhammad, where are you?" you muffled into your mattress as you mope in hopes of him returning very soon "this is way too cold for my comfort. Too cold I say."

Although, you were a bit sour that your source of infinite walking heat left your side of the bed. He usually stays and involves himself with you by embracing and covering as much gap between you two. Oh, the sweet words he whispers daily with those divine plump lips that he uses to caress and worship your face and body with. The trigger to make your butterflies swarm in your lower area and shiver in a special way. What kind of magic does he carry anyway? He said something about having a magician red.

Avdol already acknowledges that you're sensitive to the cold, so his purpose serves greatly whenever he's with you. But being the best boyfriend overall is already good enough.

"Hello love, I'm sorry that I kept you waiting." a voice appears above the surface of your blanket.

You immediately let your body shoot upwards and remove the blanket from your vision. After doing that, your vision focuses on the most beautiful person on the planet.

"Get in the bed with me."

-

Turns out he's not going to lay on the bed so easily this time, in fact, an invitation to a shower was more immediate than his acceptance to be on the bed.

The Egyptian man reaches his hand to turn the faucet and let the shower head release sprinkling liquid. As you watch him prepare, you thought about that this isn't the first time he has done this.

Not the part where he teases you about not going back to bed with you, but you constantly have to be with him in that same shower at all times. Yes, you had to accompany him in particular. You weren't sure if this was a demand or a request. But it doesn't matter now since you don't mind at all, it was just an interesting speculation.  You always accept his invite to the shower with him as if you were going to dance outside in the rain. But you never danced alone in that shower, only he was able to make it seem all meaningful and warmer, always.

Almost being swallowed in by your thoughts, reality reeled you back in by Avdol removing his accessories and layered clothing. You couldn't help but stare in awe every time he strips away each piece of fabric on his body and revealing the most luscious, unique dark skin. Not only that, but the exposed scars engraved on his skin also determines the beauty of his hardships he encountered. His presence makes you shiver more than the cold can ever bite you.

Once he was done, Avdol then helps you up from the bed and assists you to strip off your clothing as well. And of course after that, he guides you to the shower and you enter with him. For some reason, you're still nervous around him, even though he reassures you a lot, it's absurd to act this way. Maybe it's the way his aura intimidates you for him being a mature and stern individual. But once he wraps his arms around you, all your worries vaporize like nothing ever happened in the first place.

And of course, the water was already warm. Very warm. As the hot liquid start to make contact and trickle and splash against your guys skin.

You never get the chance to feel any coldness in the shower, ever. Although, you are grateful, but it was mysterious for you, even if you ask your boyfriend, he won't reply with anything and just nothing. Several attempts were made before, but he ended up distracting you with something more important than a silly question. It ceased to let the question invade your mind again, and you knew in that moment that he wanted it to be a secret, because magicians don't reveal their tricks. At least that's what Avdol says. So without any more wonder, you let yourself continue to indulge in the heat that Avdol provides you.

"Do you want me to wash you now, sweetheart?" He questions while getting the scrub.

You nodded while he knew that you would say yes anyway. After all, he's a fortune teller. Or perhaps it's a daily routine that you both have gotten used to, knowing what each step next is.

A hint of light pink hue emerges from your cheeks immediately while he gracefully scrubs your skin with soap. It's fragrance rubs on you quite quickly and it's soap suds balance against your naked flesh. Liquid then starts to slowly slide along with the suds due to you being under the water just slightly. The Egyptian man just smiles throughout the process and you can't help but smile as well. You just noticed now, but he was humming a bit. He's in a good mood you thought. Oh, how good of a man he is.

"I was hesitant to ask you this because I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with it. But, since I can read the future, I think this question can be handled appropriately this time..." Avdol casually says out loud

"What is it?"

"...I want to try something more intense in the shower. But, I trust my abilities that it won't hurt you as much. It will prick or tickle your flesh just slightly. But, no harm will be done."

You stayed silent for a little bit. But it does sound a bit interesting. And you wouldn't mind since you trust Avdol, a lot. It says a lot about your guys relationship.

"Do it." You confirmed.

He chuckles "I knew you'd say that."

"...don't ever doubt yourself again."

After the last speck of soap that was washed off, you definitely start to feel like the shower just got more steamy. And he was right, something starts to tickle but just slowly. But throughout the duration, you felt a slight sting. Quietly, you wince a bit, but somehow it felt thrilling. Even though you feel temporary pain here and there, it somehow converts to a growing pleasure. You felt like something is being wrapped around you. You felt captured, vulnerable, and you liked it. This feeling is definitely something new and exciting. Just how does he do it? You can only wonder again.

"Just how do you feel?" The Egyptian man calmly but seductively says into your ear.

You can only whimper shamelessly by his words but also somehow by touch. This is the only time where you're starting to get too hot.

"I suppose you feel a bit uncomfortable? You can always tell me to stop-"

"I'm fine, Muhammad. I-I just feel...different...about t-this warm situation."

In fact, it was getting more and more enticing. Your flesh has became more hot and you're not even quite as bothered. Imagine feeling this...feeling during the summer time. Are you even dancing in the rain at this time? The fire barley extinguishes in the open world where the water pours, and the bliss of excitement makes you want to dance with your partner. It made you want to sing and sweet song. That was the usual. Until Avdol leads you to dance on hell's paradise. Now there was fire everywhere, and Avdol carefully and precisely doesn't let you completely get engulfed by flames. Or rather his. It feels like you couldn't dance anymore, but rather feel invisibly restrained by some force. Until he starts to praise every inch of your body. In the middle of the depths and pits of fiercely hot fire? This doesn't want you to sing a song anymore. It's more like you want to comply and submit to him. As cliche it sounds, you just want to hear the strings of indescribable words slip from his lips. You want him to continue admiring and praising every single thing about you. It felt great. You feel great.

"Looks like you're getting a bit hazy there, sweetheart."

"Mm.."

"Oh, you're just gorgeous. I don't regret doing this to you."

He leans in and reaches his lips to yours. You lazily tilted your head up and immediately melt into the fiery kiss. It was until he started to massage your sensitive areas as well, leaving you in a moaning ecstasy. All you can do is that. You can't move at this point. Your limbs felt numb and even if there still was invisible restraints, you can barley move.

"Magician's Red." He says.

-

Whoosh...

Oh god, it was damn cold again. But what were you even doing during the previous hour? Oh right.

But that did make you sleepy, so you assumed your boyfriend carried you to the bed and let you rested for a while. In fact, you see him next to you right now, reading a certain book looking comfortable.

You blinked several times just to focus your on your vision and to process what the state of environment you're in. You shuffled and sat up to look at Avdol. That caught his attention, he looks at you and smiles as he invites you to lay on his chest.

"Weee! Heating pad, again." You giggled

"And your personal favorite." He states

It turns out, it was quietly raining outside. It was very easing just to watch the multiple droplets fall against the glass and chase each other down. Once again, you're feeling warmer again. So good.

"Hey, Muhammad-"

BOOM

"-fuck! Holy shit.."

You shivered and buried your head onto Avdol's chest. That thunder did quite the scare as he laughs it off.

"Not funny." You pouted

He pecks your lips

"Scaredy cat."

"So much for quiet and calming rain."

"What we're you going to say anyway?"

"...I love you."

-

It was something in the middle of the morning, but you didn't bother because now you can't go back to sleep. For some reason you want to invest into taking a shower by yourself. So you did. The water ran and ran. You waited patiently for it to turn hot...but there was nothing. Just cold, icy, water.

You didn't want to dance alone anyway.