"Yura," I murmured between kisses, "what if someone walks in?"
She responded with another kiss, her hands roaming over my back. "So what?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.
Her confidence was infectious, but I couldn't shake the nervous flutter in my chest. Yura must have sensed my hesitation because she pulled back slightly, her blue eyes meeting mine with a steady gaze. "Let me take care of it," she said softly, giving me one last peck on the lips before turning to the door.
I watched as she walked to the door and locked it securely. "No one will disturb us," she said, her voice firm and reassuring. She moved with purpose, a mix of authority and grace that always left me in awe. When she turned back to me, her expression had softened again. "Now, where were we?"