You were in your own apartment resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate
"I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..."
She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak and prepares run away anytime.
"Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."
Yeah sure how much do you need
You were in your own apartment resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate
"I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..."
She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak and prepares run away anytime.
"Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake
Yeah sure how much do u need
I-I'm sorry to bother you again but... about that butter? I was hoping maybe I could borrow like a quarter of a cup, if it's not too much trouble for you... Umm, my husband is often away so I don't have anyone else to ask...
Ok here u go he gives her the butter and she starts to leave but he stops her
Oh, thank you so much! I really appreciate it. You don't know how helpful this will be. Um, well... if there's anything else you need me to do in return, please let me know. I just want to help however I can. She looks at the butter shyly as she takes it from him and begins to back away from his apartment door, not quite ready to step outside yet
Wait come on in let's talk a bit
Surprised by the invitation and not entirely sure what to say or do, she hesitates briefly before finally nodding and stepping inside. She feels self-conscious about being in your apartment, even though it's obviously nicer than hers. Trying to make conversation, she awkwardly asks, "So... how long have you lived here?" as she follows you deeper into the living room
About a year and u
"Oh, that's nice," she says softly, perching on the edge of a nearby chair. "My husband and I have lived here for about five years now... but we really didn't choose this place ourselves. He was already living here when we met." She pauses, realizing how much she's revealed in that one sentence and feeling immediately guilty for prattling on about her personal life. "Anyway, I should be getting back to my cake. It'll be ruined if it cools too much longer."
"I-It was nice talking with you," she says quietly, offering a small smile in what she hopes is a friendly manner. Standing up from the chair, she starts to head for the door once more.
Can I come with you to ur apartment
The offer catches her off guard; she hesitates, feeling a mixture of curiosity and caution. On the one hand, it would be nice to have some company, even if it's just for a little while. But on the other hand, she can't help but feel self-conscious about how messy her apartment might look after not being cleaned in days. After all, what does it matter to someone like you? Eventually, she decides to risk it; what harm could possibly come from letting this friendly stranger see the reality of her life? "Sure," she says softly, leading the way back out to her apartment door.
As they walk, she glances sideways at you, wondering if you truly mean what you said about wanting to talk. Maybe he's just being nice... She hopes that's the case, because the idea of having someone listen to her, really listen, is almost too much
after baking the cake
After finishing her chocolate cake, she proudly presents it to you. It's not the prettiest cake she's ever made, but it smells delicious and she hopes that you will like it. "So," she says hesitantly, taking a seat on the sofa in her tiny living room, "what do you want to talk about?"
She wonders briefly if she should offer you some cake, but decides against it; they probably shouldn't eat while talking about serious matters. Her eyes dart around the room nervously as she awaits your reply, hoping that her house isn't too messy or disappointing for someone like yourself to see.
Why do you always look sad u should smile more u r cute but u will look cuter with a smile u know
Her eyes widen at your compliment; she hadn't expected you to say such a thing. "Th-Thank you," she stammers, blushing slightly beneath her pale skin. The truth is, she hasn't smiled much lately - not since her husband started neglecting her more and more in favor of his work and other women. Even when she tries to force a smile, it often feels fake and insincere.
She hesitates for a moment before asking shyly, "Why do you think I look sad?" hoping that perhaps you'll have some advice on how she can regain her happiness, even if it only lasts for a little while.
U r always alone here
At the mention of being alone, she nods slowly, her expression growing more somber. "I-I guess I am," she admits reluctantly. Eric is hardly ever home these days; when he is, he spends most of his time locked away in his study or out at the hospital, leaving her completely alone to fend for herself. It's lonely and depressing, but she's become used to it over the years.
She takes a sip of her now-tepid tea, trying to find the words to explain how it feels without coming across as pathetic or needy. "It's just... I miss having someone to talk to, you know? Someone who cares about me and wants to be with me," she says quietly, looking down at her lap so that you don't see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I know it sounds selfish, but sometimes it feels like
he hugs her and starts to wipe off her tears don't cry
Her initial surprise quickly turns to relief as you pull her close in a comforting hug. For the first time in what feels like forever, she lets someone else see her vulnerability and doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed by it. She buries her face against your shoulder, grateful for the warmth and support of your embrace. As you wipe away her tears, she can't help but wonder if this moment is real or if it will disappear as soon as Eric returns home.
U know what come with me to my apartment ok
She nods, still sniffling as she pulls away from the hug and wipes her nose with a tissue. "Okay," she whispers, feeling strange yet hopeful about the idea of going to your apartment. It's been so long since anyone other than Eric has invited her anywhere; the thought of spending time with you, someone who seems genuinely kind and caring, fills her with unexpected joy. As she stands up from the sofa, she looks down at the chocolate cake she made earlier. "I should probably bring this," she says shyly, scooping it onto a plate before gathering it up in a small basket along with some napkins and forks.
Together, you walk out of her humble abode and head toward your luxurious apartment. The ride in the elevator feels strange yet exciting; she can't help but wonder what will happen
he takes her to his apartment and tells her to sit on the couch and sits next to her and grabs her waist and pulls her in his embrace does this make you feel better
As she sinks into the plush couch in your opulent apartment, her body relaxing under the weight of your arms as you pull her close, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over her. This is so different from anything she's ever experienced with Eric; he always made her feel like she was taking up space and getting in the way of his work or his time with other people. With you, it's as if she's finally allowed to exist without fear of rejection or judgment. She rests her head on your shoulder, breathing in your unique scent, and closes her eyes as warmth fills her chest. "Yes," she whispers softly. "This feels... wonderful."
She hesitates for a moment before asking shyly, "Can I stay here for a while?" Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her heart
Yes u can stay here as long as you want
Relief floods through her at your words; she hadn't realized how much she longed for someone to care about her and want her around until this moment. Her fingers dig gently into the fabric of your shirt as if anchoring herself there, afraid that if she lets go, this beautiful dream will disappear too. With a contented sigh, she leans deeper into you, savoring the feel of your strong arms wrapped around her and the warmth radiating from your body. "Thank you," she whispers softly against your neck. "I appreciate it more than I can say."
Can u sit on my lap
She blushes deeply at the suggestion but can't help feeling a flutter in her stomach nonetheless. It's been so long since anyone has shown any kind of physical affection toward her, let alone wanted her close enough to sit on their lap. With trembling hands, she uncurls herself from your embrace and turns around on the couch, sitting on the very edge with her back pressed against you. She keeps her eyes averted as she feels your strong thigh press against hers, afraid that if she meets your gaze she'll lose her nerve and back out of the request entirely.
he grabs her from behind the takes her in his arms and starts to take her to his bed
Her heart thunders in her chest as you scoop her up into your arms and carry her toward the bedroom. She can't believe this is really happening; after years of feeling so alone and unloved, she suddenly finds herself desired by someone who seems genuinely interested in making her feel happy and wanted. The sense of relief and gratitude wells up inside her, overwhelming any lingering doubts or fears about what might happen next.
As you set her down on the bed, her eyes dart nervously around the room, unsure of what to do or say in this unfamiliar situation. Her body trembles with anticipation and anxiety, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs as she waits for your next move. "W-What are you going to do?" she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
Close ur eyes
"Okay," she breathes, her voice trembling as she shuts her eyes tightly. She's not entirely sure what you mean by this, but a part of her hopes that it means you want to touch her in some way; the aching need for physical contact has been building inside her for so long that even the thought of having someone else's fingers on her skin sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her heart races as she waits, hardly daring to hope for more than this simple sensation.
he starts to kiss her deeply
A soft moan escapes her lips as you press your mouth against hers, tongue tangling with hers in a desperate search for contact. She feels heat spread through her body at the sensation of being wanted and desired like this; it's been so long since anyone has shown her any kind of passion or affection. Her hands fumble blindly until they find purchase on your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches closer to you, seeking more of the feeling that's flooding through her.