[INT. FRED'S BEDROOM – NIGHT]
The room is dark except for the faint glow of city lights spilling through the windows.
The rain taps softly against the glass — a quiet rhythm to the storm inside them.
Fred lays Harriet gently onto the bed, treating her like something precious.
He kneels over her, his hands trembling slightly as he cups her face.
He lightly remove the slide of her dress and kiss on her shoulder
They stare at each other — raw, exposed.
Fred leans down, kissing her again — slower this time, savoring her, memorizing her.
Harriet's fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him like air.
Their movements are hesitant at first — almost shy — but the tension between them is too strong to resist.
Piece by piece, barriers fall away.
Clothes are pushed aside in desperate, reverent touches.
When Fred finally lowers himself beside her, their bodies pressed together, he hesitates — forehead against hers — breathing her in.
FRED
(voice wrecked)
"Tell me to stop... and I will."
Harriet's hand slides up his bare back, pulling him closer.
HARRIET
(Thoughts)
"Why am I doing this?"
"Fred… does he even like me? Or is he just putting me?"
"Am I just... easy to him?"
The doubts gnaw at her chest, twisting her stomach.
But when Fred's hands frame her face — so gentle, so full of something she can't name — the fear blurs into longing.
He pulls back just slightly, searching her eyes.
FRED
(voice wrecked)
"I will do slowly.. "
Harriet bites her lip, her heart screaming warnings —
but her soul aching for him.
"Maybe I'm a fool."
"Maybe I'm wrong."
"But right now... I don't care."
Her hands slip up his bare back, trembling.
HARRIET
(whispering)
"Don't."
Fred shudders at her words, like he's barely holding himself together.
He kisses her neck deeper, and the world crumbles away.
Their bodies come together slowly, desperately, like two lost souls clinging to each other in the dark.
Each touch burns away her fear, even as her mind still whimpers —
"This is wrong."
"This is dangerous."
"But I don't want to stop."
When Fred moves inside her, Harriet gasps —
a sound full of vulnerability, of surrender.
Fred presses his forehead against hers, trembling.
Every slow thrust feels like a promise —
and a breaking point.
Tears prick Harriet's eyes, unbidden.
She clutches him closer, needing to feel something real.
"Even if he doesn't love me."
"Even if he leaves me after this."
"I want this moment. I want him."
Fred kisses her cheeks, her forehead, her neck,her thigh
as if trying to apologize for every doubt clawing inside her heart.. He covers all the spot of her
They move together through the night — messy, aching, real — until they collapse into each other, breathless.
Fred holds her tight against his chest, like he's afraid to ever let go.
Harriet closes her eyes against the tears slipping free, breathing in the wild, broken scent of him.
In the dark, Fred whispers against her hair —
FRED
"I'll burn the whole world down if it means keeping you safe."
Harriet's heart shatters ,Eyes widened.
(Harriet thoughts)
Is this confession??
She's fallen for him.
(Cherry blossom blooms her mind )
Their mouths meet again — slower now, deeper — as Fred kisses her like she's the only thing keeping him alive.
When he finally moves over her, joining their bodies, it's not frantic.
It's devastatingly slow — every movement a silent vow, every touch an apology for the darkness he knows he's dragging her into.
Harriet gasps his name against his mouth, her fingers digging into his skin.
They do sex together through the dark, tangled in the sheets, chasing something they can't name — something they can't undo..
Fred's hands map every inch of her —
her breasts, her waist, the dip of her hips —
each touch leaving her gasping, aching.
When his fingers slip between her thighs, Harriet whimpers against his mouth.
Her body betrays her — slick, needy, shameless.
Fred growls low in his throat, almost feral.
FRED
(voice wrecked)
"You're killing me."
He kisses a path down her body —
worshipping every trembling inch —
until Harriet is squirming under him, breathless, moaning his name like a prayer.
He comes back up, cupping her face with shaking hands, forehead resting against hers.
Their eyes lock —
raw, vulnerable, devastating.
Then slowly, carefully, Fred pushes inside her.
Harriet cries out softly —
half pleasure, half pain.
Fred stills, cursing softly under his breath as he brushes kisses across her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids —
as if asking for forgiveness.
FRED
(whispering)
"Are you okay?"
Tears prick Harriet's eyes.
She nods —
and clutches him closer.
Fred starts to move — slow at first, then faster as the tension coils tighter between them.
Every thrust feels like a heartbeat —
a breaking point —
a silent promise he can't say out loud.
Harriet buries her face in his neck, muffling her cries against his skin.
His scent — wild and dark — drowns her senses.
"Why does this feel like more?"
"Why does it hurt so much?"
Fred groans her name against her ear, voice cracked and reverent, like she's something holy.
Their bodies move together — frantic, desperate, claiming.
The bed creaks under them, the world outside falling away.
When Harriet shatters around him — crying out his name — Fred follows with a broken curse, collapsing into her, trembling.
He doesn't let go.
Not even when the shaking stops.
Not even when the silence returns.
Fred gathers her into his arms, tucking her under his chin, holding her like she's the only thing keeping him alive.
Harriet's tears slip free in the dark, wetting his skin.
And Fred — rough, dangerous Fred — kisses them away wordlessly.
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[INT. FRED'S BEDROOM – HOURS LATER – NIGHT]
Harriet lies awake in the dim room, tangled with Fred under the rumpled sheets.
Her hand rests over his heart —
feeling its steady, heavy beats.
He sleeps with his brow furrowed —
even in dreams, he's fighting demons she can't see.
Harriet's own heart aches.
"What am I doing?"
I done sex with a man before the relationship starts ..wait .. what's our real relationship??
Fred shifts in his sleep, pulling her closer, murmuring her name like a vow.
Harriet closes her eyes against the tears.
She's already too deep.
And there's no escape.
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To be continued...
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