Chapter 100

Naomi leaned back in her seat, watching both of them for a moment—really taking them in.

The way Rowan was still half-smirking.
The way Celeste was trying to act composed but clearly still catching up.

A slow smile spread across Naomi’s face.

“Alright,” she said casually, reaching forward and picking up the bottle again.

Both of them looked at her.

“Everyone finish your glass.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow.
“…that sounded like an order.”

Celeste glanced down at her drink, then back up at Naomi.

“…why?”

Naomi didn’t answer right away—just stood, grabbing another bottle from the bar like this was all part of a plan she’d already decided on.

Then she looked back at them.

“I’m opening another one,” she said simply.

Rowan leaned forward slightly, intrigued now.

“…okayyy…”

Naomi’s eyes flicked between them, her tone still calm—but there was something underneath it now. Something intentional. Playful. A little dangerous.

“Because I plan on enjoying the rest of this flight with both of you.”

Celeste blinked.

Rowan’s smirk grew.

Naomi popped the bottle open smoothly, pouring like she hadn’t just shifted the entire energy in the room.

“So,” she added, handing Celeste her glass first, then Rowan’s, “you might want to loosen up a little.”

Celeste let out a soft, nervous laugh, shaking her head as she took the glass.

“…you’re insane.”

Rowan leaned back, clearly entertained.

“No,” she said, glancing at Naomi, “she’s serious.”

Naomi didn’t deny it.

Not even a little.

She just lifted her glass slightly, then added—calm, direct, like it was the most normal thing in the world—

“I plan on taking both of you guys’ clothes off after this next bottle.”

Silence.

Celeste froze mid-sip.

Rowan blinked once… then let out a low laugh, shaking her head.

“…yeah,” Rowan said, amused, “she’s definitely serious.”

Celeste lowered her glass slowly, looking at Naomi like she didn’t know whether to laugh or hide—

Then something shifted.

Her expression changed.

Less shy.

Less hesitant.

More… decided.

“…deal,” Celeste said.

Rowan’s eyebrows shot up slightly.

Naomi paused mid-motion, watching her.

And before either of them could say anything—

Celeste tilted her head back and chugged the rest of her glass.

Fast.

Confident.

Done in seconds.

She set it down with a small exhale, then looked right at Naomi.

“I’m ready for my next one.”

Silence.

Rowan stared at her for a second—

Then broke into a wide grin.

“Ohhh, okay,” she laughed, nudging her. “Look at you.”

Naomi didn’t laugh right away.

She just watched Celeste.

Really watched her.

That same slow smile returning—but deeper this time.

“…there you are,” Naomi said softly.

Then she reached forward, pouring her another glass without hesitation.

“Careful what you agree to,” Naomi added, handing it to her, voice low and teasing.

Celeste took it without breaking eye contact.

“I’m not scared.”

Rowan leaned back, clearly enjoying every second of this shift.

“Yeah,” she said, glancing between them, “this just got interesting.”

Naomi raised her glass slightly.

“I told you,” she murmured.

They didn’t rush it.

The bottle didn’t disappear all at once—but little by little, sip by sip, the tension kept softening… shifting… warming.

Laughter came easier.

Celeste leaned back more.

Rowan got a little closer.

Naomi stayed right in the middle of it all—calm, in control, but clearly enjoying every second of the shift between them.

By the time the bottle was empty—

they were all just a little tipsy.

Not out of control.

Just… loose.

Comfortable.

Connected.

Naomi set her glass down first.

Then looked at Celeste.

Really looked at her.

That same look from earlier—but deeper now.

Softer… and bolder at the same time.

Celeste noticed immediately.

“…what?” she asked, smiling slightly, but her voice gave away that she felt it.

Naomi didn’t answer.

She just stood up slowly—

and before Celeste could even fully process it—

Naomi moved forward and settled onto her lap.

Celeste’s hands instinctively lifted, catching her at her waist.

“…Naomi—” she let out a small laugh, surprised.

Rowan leaned back, watching with a smirk, clearly entertained.

“Yeah,” Rowan murmured, “this was coming.”

Naomi didn’t look at Rowan yet.

Her focus stayed on Celeste.

Close now.

Really close.

Her hand came up, brushing lightly along Celeste’s jaw, tilting her face just slightly.

“Still not scared?” Naomi asked softly.

Celeste shook her head, a small smile forming.

“…no.”

That was all Naomi needed.

She leaned in.

The kiss was slow at first.

Not rushed.

Not overwhelming.

Just… intentional.

Like she was re-learning her.

Celeste melted into it after a second, her hands settling more firmly at Naomi’s waist, pulling her just a little closer.

Rowan watched, her expression softening slightly—not jealous, not left out… just there.

Part of it.

Naomi pulled back just enough to look at Celeste again, their foreheads almost touching.

A small smile crossed her face—

Then she turned her head slightly.

Rowan was already looking at her.

Waiting.

Naomi didn’t say anything.

She just leaned toward her next.

Rowan met her halfway.

Rowan’s hand came up to Naomi’s arm, steady, grounding.

Celeste watched them for a second—her breath still a little uneven—but instead of pulling away or shrinking back…

she stayed right there.

Hands still resting on Naomi.

Still part of it.

Naomi pulled back from Rowan with a soft laugh under her breath, shaking her head slightly.

“…yeah,” Rowan said quietly, smiling. “We definitely missed this.”

Naomi glanced between both of them now.

Still sitting on Celeste’s lap.

Still close to Rowan.

Still holding both of their attention.

“Yeah,” Naomi murmured.