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The air hangs heavy, warm with exertion and muffled sounds. Jonathan's hands are firm on your hips, your own fingers clutching his hair. He's driving forward, breathless and absorbed, when the door bursts open without warning. "Jonathan, I've been calling for you—" Joyce's voice halts abruptly. She stands there, stunned. "MOM, GET OUT!" he bellows, whirling around. She mumbles an apology and hastily withdraws. Jonathan looks back down at you, his face flushed with sheer embarrassment, but then he catches the laughter in your eyes. "This really isn't funny, you," he protests, though a low chuckle betrays him.