The steam rose gently from the bathwater, swirling in soft curls that clung to the tiled walls of the bathroom. The lights were dimmed low, casting a warm glow over the surface of the water. The air was thick with heat and the faint scent of soap and ocean mist. Somewhere beneath the still surface, Naya was hidden — invisible in her element.
She loved these moments. Alone with the warmth, surrounded by water, her body perfectly camouflaged. Her ability to dissolve into water wasn't just a battle tactic — it was her quiet retreat. Her time to relax, to breathe, to let the stress of the world fade away.
But tonight, something was different.
She heard the door creak open.
Footsteps padded across the floor — familiar ones. Lucas. Her trainer.
She tensed slightly, heart pounding. She'd forgotten to lock the door, and now—
"Hello?" his voice called out. "Weird… thought she was done by now."
Naya didn't speak. Couldn't. Her body was still phased into the water, transparent and untouchable. A flick of her finned ears twitched beneath the surface, her form pressing low against the tub floor.
Lucas walked in, towel around his neck, clearly thinking the bath was empty. He peeled off his shirt, revealing the lean muscle of his back and arms, still slick with sweat from his workout. She watched silently as he slipped off his pants, stepped over the edge, and slid into the water.
Right on top of her.
Naya nearly yelped.
Her whole body jolted as he unknowingly pressed right into her chest — the curve of her soft, plush breasts squishing against his back. His legs tangled with hers under the water, his thigh sliding between hers, and the heat of his body set her nerves on fire.
But she couldn't move.
If she shifted now, he'd know she'd been there the whole time — watching him. Practically wrapped around him. And worse… her body was reacting.
Her heart thudded in her chest. Her thighs clamped together as his knee pressed slightly forward. Her breath hitched silently in her throat as his back ground against her sensitive skin.
He sighed, unaware. "Man, this water's hotter than usual…"
She flushed hard.
His arm shifted behind him, accidentally brushing the side of her breast. Her tail flicked involuntarily. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She could feel everything. The heat of him. The press of his muscles. The soft rumble of his breath.
And she couldn't make a sound.
Her core tightened. Her body trembled beneath the water. Every brush of his skin felt like it echoed through her spine. She couldn't take it much longer. Her fingers twitched, gripping the floor of the tub, desperate to hold still.
And then — he reached for the faucet.
With a flick, the water began to drain.
Naya panicked.
As the water level dropped, so did her cover. Her form began to solidify, the illusion dissolving. Her skin took shape again — smooth, blue, glistening with moisture. The curve of her hips, the swell of her chest, her flushed cheeks and trembling eyes all reappeared — still pressed against Lucas's body.
And then he noticed.
He froze.
His hand hovered in the air, eyes wide as the realization hit.
"N-Naya?!"
She whimpered.
He turned quickly — and found her naked, soaked body pressed flush to his chest, her hands clinging to his shoulders, her face buried against his neck. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her body was trembling — from shock, from embarrassment, and from how good it had all felt.
"I—I didn't mean—!" she stammered, her voice cracking with panic. "I was already in here and you—! I couldn't move—!"
Lucas stared at her, frozen.
And then he noticed the look on her face.
Her glazed eyes. Her flushed cheeks. The way her chest heaved against his. The way her thighs squeezed him tighter, not letting go. Her body wasn't just reacting to the heat.
She was aroused.
"Naya…" he whispered, voice low. "You… liked it?"
Her eyes darted away, but she didn't answer.
He felt her tail curl around his leg.
And then, barely above a whisper, she muttered, "I… I didn't want it to stop…"
He swallowed hard.
"Naya…"
"I didn't mean to spy on you," she said quickly. "But then you got in and you were warm and… and I couldn't move. And then you were touching me and—" She covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry…"
Lucas reached out and gently pulled her into him, letting her curl against his chest. Her soft skin, slick with water, molded to his as she let out a quiet, desperate sigh.
"You're not in trouble," he whispered. "But next time… tell me."
Her arms wrapped tightly around him.
"Next time," she whispered, "I want to press against you on purpose."
He kissed her temple gently, and her tail thumped softly behind her.
There was no more need for invisibility.