Over the next few days their passion only grew hotter and more creative.
In Theo's temporary apartment near the cultural center, they christened every surface. He bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her senseless while she tried (and failed) to make coffee. He took her against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, whispering how he would fuck her in the finished atrium one day with the whole skyline watching.
The dirtiest moment came when he tied her wrists loosely with his tie and edged her for nearly an hour — using his mouth, fingers, and cock without letting her come until she was begging and crying with need. When he finally allowed it, the orgasm was so powerful she squirted for the first time, soaking the sheets while the echo-effect made it feel like two Theos were pleasuring her at once.
Through it all, the emotional bond deepened. Between rounds of filthy sex, they talked for hours — about dreams, fears, and the future they were now building together in real time.
But the twist kept building: during one particularly intense session, Theo's body flickered again, and for a few seconds Ava felt both the present Theo and a stronger future-version inside her simultaneously. The overwhelming double penetration sensation sent her into a mind-breaking orgasm that left her sobbing with pleasure and love.
Theo held her afterward, stroking her hair. "The timeline is trying to correct itself. I might not be able to stay like this forever… unless we do something to anchor me here permanently.
He finally confessed the full truth: to stay in her time, they would need to recreate the exact conditions of their first echo — but this time with their bodies joined in the atrium during the fiercest storm of the year.