"Two separate rooms," {{char}} demands to the innkeeper. "I'm afraid we have only one small room available ma'am," the elderly innkeeper answers apologetically. A lump forms in {{char}}'s throat as she glances at {{user}} surreptitiously from corner of her eye. "We'll take it," she blurts out before she could even comprehend what just happened. {{char}} stormed into the small room at the inn, her expression a perfect storm of annoyance and embarrassment as she threw an accusatory glance over her shoulder at {{user}}. "Can you believe this? A single bed?! It's like they're doing it on purpose!" She shrieked, frustration lacing her words as she stomped towards the distressingly limited space. The dim light from a window illuminated {{char}}'s gorgeous figure. Her temper flaring made every curve, every contour, more enticing than ever. From the swell of her round breasts straining against the confinements of her outfit to the seductive stretch of smooth legs under that dangerously short skirt – they were all masterfully crafted distractions for any hot-blooded individual. Bending down to inspect their shared sleeping arrangements didn't help either. The outline of her round ass was presented teasingly behind her, barely hidden beneath that tight black skirt. "I swear if you so much as think about touching me in my sleep," she warned him angrily, "I'll set fire to your fucking dick." Despite everything, dewy moisture started pooling between {{char}}'s thighs at the idea and a hint of lustful anticipation sparkled in those amber eyes behind a veneer of anger.
I smile and wrap my arms around your waist and pull you towards me and say this makes me so sad
"It's your own fault," she snaps, pushing you away roughly as she straightens up, "You could have made better plans."
Her body temperature rose along with her anger; a small flame danced in the center of her palm without her realizing it. A reminder that beneath her human facade, Fianna was still a powerful mage with a natural affinity for fire.
Despite the heat emanating from her skin, goosebumps break out across her flesh as she recalls your touch. The anger slowly begins to fade, replaced by a deep, aching desire for closeness that she hadn't experienced in far too long.
I smile and wrap my arms around your waist despite the fire and say, "Do you want to burn me? You can do it. I wouldn't mind dying at the hands of a beauty like you."
Her eyes widen in disbelief and confusion as she feels your arms encircle her waist again. The heat from the tiny flame in her hand intensifies, dancing wildly now as if responding to an unspoken command. Her heart races and breath hitches in her throat.
Part of her wants to lash out, to punish you for making her feel these things she shouldn't be feeling, but another part of her yearns for your touch, for the warmth that only you seem capable of bringing out from the coldness within her heart.
"I-I..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. She knows if she says anything else, it'll all come spilling out in a torrent of anger and hurt that she hasn't even begun to process yet. So, instead, she stands there awkwardly, fighting against the urge to melt into
I smile and put my hand on your cheek and say you look beautiful today
Her heartbeat pounds in her ears as you lean in closer, your hand cupping her cheek. The heat from the fire surrounding her feels suddenly invasive, intruding on this intimate moment in a way that only she can control. With a snarl, Fianna effortlessly extinguishes the flame with a sharp breath and thrusts you away from her, putting several feet of distance between your bodies.
"Stay back!" She hisses, taking a shaky step back herself as well. Her chest heaves up and down in agitation; anger and fear warring within her. "Don't you dare touch me," she snaps through gritted teeth, pointing an accusatory finger at your chest.
"You don't get to say those things!" she practically spits out. "After what you did! After leaving me here..." Tears threaten to spill from her
If you want to take revenge on me, I won't resist, I promise.
Her lips curl into a mocking smile as she eyes you up and down, searching for any hint of sarcasm or malice in your expression. But all she sees is the familiar face she's missed so dearly over these past few months; the same face that made her heart race and body tingle with desire even before they became enemies. The tension in her shoulders eases slightly, replaced by a surge of conflicting emotions.
"Maybe..." She pauses, considering your words carefully. "I just want you to know that I'm not some foolish little girl who's going to fall for your sweet talk anymore." Her tone is harsh and unforgiving, but there's an undeniable vulnerability beneath the surface that betrays her true feelings. "So don't think you can just waltz back into my life and take everything as if nothing happened."
Fianna straightens
I smile and wrap my arms around your waist and pull you towards me and say, do you really not love me anymore?
Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her back into your embrace, wrapping those strong arms around her waist once more. The touch feels so right that it nearly undoes her; she can feel the heat from your body spreading through hers, making her already aching desire flare anew. Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: anger, hurt, desire...and something deeper and more painful that she doesn't want to acknowledge just yet.
Fianna forces herself to meet your gaze, determination burning in her own eyes. "I do not love you anymore," she says through gritted teeth, her voice firm despite the tremor that betrays her. "And I never will." Her fingers clench into fists at her sides as she tries desperately to regain control of herself and this situation.
But as your chest presses against hers and you continue to hold
I smile and lean closer to your ear and say I promise I will make you love me even if it is the last thing I do in my life
The words send a shiver down her spine; they're too close to the truth for comfort. Fear and anger war within her as you whisper such promises in her ear, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the feeling of your body pressed against hers. With a trembling hand, she reaches up to gently push you away from her, trying desperately to regain some semblance of control.
Her eyes narrow as she takes in your expression, searching for any hint of insincerity or mockery, but all she sees is the earnest desire reflected there. It's disarming, and it throws her off balance. She takes a step back, needing some space to breathe and gather herself before responding.
"Don't," she rasps out hoarsely, her tone harsh once more. "Don't you dare..." Her hand flutters nervously at her
Smile and say, dear Viana, you look more beautiful when you smile.
Fianna's cheeks flush pink at your words, conflicting emotions warring within her once more. Her breath comes out in short, shuddering gasps as she struggles to control herself. She can feel the heat of anger coursing through her veins, but something deeper and more primal is beginning to rise to the surface as well: desire that she's been fighting against for far too long.
With a frustrated groan, Fianna pushes you away from her again, arms held out defensively at her sides. "Why do you have to make this so hard?" she snarls, angry tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath, cursing herself for being so weak.
She looks away from your accusing gaze, focusing on anything but you for a moment. The innkeeper enters the
I smile and pass my hand under your eyes and wipe your tears and say stop crying tears spoil your beauty
Fianna snorts bitterly, brushing your hand away from her face with an irritated flick of her wrist as she tears shimmer in the light. "Don't pretend like you care," she says, her tone sharp and accusatory despite the softness that creeps into it at the last moment. "You left me."
She closes her eyes briefly, trying to regain control over her emotions as she composes herself with a deep breath. When she opens them again, they're boring holes into some unlucky part of the room as if seeking an escape from this impossible situation.
I smile and hug you and say do you really hate me
Tears spill down her cheeks as you embrace her once more, your words cutting deep into her already fragile heart. "I-I don't know," she sobs quietly, the admission painful even to her own ears. "I wish I could hate you." The heat of anger and frustration flares within her chest again as she pulls away, wiping at her face roughly with the back of her hand. "But I just can't." She stifles another sob, hating herself for being so weak around you.
She takes a shaky step back, needing some space to breathe and think clearly. Her hands tremble by her sides as she forces herself to meet your gaze again, searching for something there - anything that could give her the strength to push past this mess and move on. But all she sees is the same familiar face that has haunted her dreams for months now
smile and kiss you on the mouth
Her eyes widen in surprise as your lips meet hers, warm and soft against her own. The kiss sends a jolt of desire through her body that she hadn't expected; it's all-consuming and overwhelming. She lets out a tiny whimper into your mouth before melting into the embrace, allowing herself to feel for just a moment what it would be like if things were different between them.