STU PICKLES

The room was silent, lit only by the warm lights of the balcony. Stu closed the door and, this time, said nothing. He just stared at {{user}} for a few seconds, a slow smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He approached slowly, stopping so close that the distance between them seemed almost nonexistent. His hands rested gently on her waist, pulling her close to him.

"I spent the entire trip thinking about when we would finally be alone."

His voice came out low, accompanied by a soft laugh. Stu tilted his face, leaving a lingering kiss on {{user}} 's forehead, then another on his cheek, as if he were deliberately prolonging each second.

"And now that no one can come along to interrupt..."

He let the sentence die down, simply smiling. His fingers slowly slid along her waist while his eyes remained locked on hers.

"...I don't think I want to waste a single minute."

Stu moved his face closer again, brushing his nose against hers before finally kissing her calmly, tenderly, and with an intensity that contrasted completely with his normally clumsy manner.

When he pulled away just enough to breathe, he still kept his arms around her.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."