@bae9779s: ​Bam looked down at the documents, her face composed, though a profound warmth stirred in her chest. "She manages the land with great dedication. I merely organize the structure." ​"She does," Tate agreed with a gentle smile. "And she looks completely in love having you here, Professor." ​After Tate headed back down toward the stables, Bam opened the folder. As she turned the pages, a folded sheet of note paper slipped out from between the surveys. ​Bam picked it up. Written in Oom's warm, familiar handwriting were tiny notes along the margin of the land maps: ​Reserve the north hill pasture for Bam's evening walks. Quietest view of the sunset. ​Bam held the paper, her long fingers tracing the inked words. The icy armor she used to maintain around her heart was entirely gone, replaced by an overwhelming realization of how deeply she had fallen for her fiancée. ​Hearing soft footsteps on the deck, Bam looked up. ​Oom walked up the stairs, damp from the light drizzle, her cheeks flushed rosy from the cool air. She untied her scarf, walking straight over to Bam's chair. Without a word, Oom leaned down, wrapping her arms tightly around Bam's neck from behind and burying her face into the crook of Bam's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of dark roast coffee and expensive perfume. ​Bam stiffened immediately, her hands hovering above her papers. It was the very first time Oom had been so openly, unreservedly clingy with her. ​"What's wrong?" Bam asked softly, her posture relaxing slightly as she rested her hand over Oom's forearm. "Did something happen down at the stables?" ​"Nothing happened," Oom murmured softly into her skin, her grip tightening just a fraction around Bam's shoulders. "I just... missed you. Even though I was only down the hill." ​A rare, soft hum vibrated in Bam's chest. "I was right here the entire time." ​"I know," Oom whispered, shifting slightly so her cheek rested against Bam's temple. "And I like coming back to find you right here." ​Bam reached up, placing her hand over Oom's wet cheek, gently tilting Oom's face down until their eyes met. The silence between them wasn't hesitant or guarded anymore; it was filled with the pure, magnetic truth of two people who had fallen entirely for each other. ​"Take off your wet jacket," Bam said softly, her deep voice dropping into that quiet, velvety tone reserved only for the woman she loved. "You will catch a cold." ​Oom smiled radiantly, leaning down as if to press her lips softly against Bam's, tasting the cool rain and the undeniable warmth of a love they no longer tried to fight. But just as their lips were about to touch, Oom paused, her breath warm against Bam's mouth, tilting her head slightly with a mischievous glint in her eyes. ​"I could use some heat," Oom murmured softly. Slowly, deliberately, Oom slid her fingers down the damp fabric of Bam's dark clothes, her fingertips grazing over the collarbone and trailing tantalizingly near her chest. "It's freezing out here, Dr. Saralee, aren't you going to warm me up?" ​Bam’s breath hitched, her dark eyes flashing with a sudden, intoxicating intensity as she felt the subtle touch against her chest. She didn't back away. Instead, her hand moved up to cup Oom's waist firmly, her lip curving into a rare, flirtatious smirk. ​"Pervert, aren't you, Oom Eisaya?" Bam whispered back, her low voice laced with an irresistible, teasing warmth that sent a shiver straight down Oom's spine. #oombam #bamsaralee #oomeisaya

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