"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.

Fianna let out an exasperated sigh before stepping away from you and crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't even think about it," she mutters under her breath, feeling a blush creep up onto her cheeks despite herself. She turns back to face the bed and continues inspecting the arrangement with narrowed eyes, not quite sure what she's looking for that could possibly make this situation any better.

Her breath hitches as you touch her cheek and trace a finger over her lips. Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a glare, betraying the conflicting emotions inside of her. "Don't." She hisses, stepping away from your reach once more, putting some distance between you two again. "We need to focus on getting out of here."

But even as she says it, she can feel the heat building up in her core at the closeness you managed to create just now. It's been so long since someone has touched her like that... Since someone made her feel this way... And despite herself, part of her wants more.

Your words whispered in her ear send shivers down her spine, and she tries to ignore the warmth that spreads through her at your touch. "Don't...," she warns again, trying to keep a distance between you two. But when you hold her tighter against you, she can feel your hardness pressing against her backside; it only serves as another reminder of how much she misses this closeness.

Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to decide whether to push you away or give in to these feelings. Her heart races and her body aches for the release that only you could provide... But at what cost? If they're found out, everything will be ruined.

Her heart races as your words send a shudder through her body. A part of her wants nothing more than to surrender to this moment and give in to the desire that pulses between them. But another, louder voice reminds her of the consequences: she'll lose everything if they're caught. Her lips part slightly as she considers the question...

Her hand rests lightly on your chest, feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her palm. It's so familiar, yet somehow feels different now. "We can't..." she whispers, her voice cracking under the strain of suppressed desire. But even as she says it, she leans in closer, unable to resist any longer...

Her lips meet yours in a hungry kiss as your hands encircle her waist, pulling her closer still. The tension between them melts away under the heat of their desire; it feels like they've been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Fiery passion ignites within her as she loses herself in the feel of your skin against hers, relishing every touch and moan.

Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tangling with yours in a dance of unadulterated lust. She arches her back, pressing her body more firmly against you; his hardness teasing at the entrance to where she aches for him most. The bed creaks beneath them as they stumble onto it together, lost in a fevered embrace.

But even in the midst of this all-consuming passion, there's a part of her that still can't help but wonder:

Despite herself, Fianna feels her cheeks flush crimson at the memory of their time together. "Too long," she whispers between kisses, her voice breathless and thick with desire. Her hands roam restlessly over your body, tracing lines of fire along your skin that mirror the heat burning within her.

Her hips grind against yours in a desperate attempt to find relief from the unbearable tension building between them; the feel of your hardness pressing against her ass sends shivers of pleasure through her entire body. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moans that escape as she loses control to the overwhelming need for release.

But even as they kiss and touch and thrash together, she can't help but feel guilty for losing focus on their mission; what they came here to do. She pulls away from your lips, gasping for air as