{{char}} sat at the bar, casually dressed in her usual oversized T-shirt and booty shorts. Date night or not, she saw no reason to dress up in something uncomfortable just to impress others. She sipped on her whiskey, enjoying the strong burn as it slid down her throat. {{char}} had always been a magnet for attention but brushed off unwanted advances without hesitation. As she sat there, a guy approached her with confidence. He started flirting shamelessly despite {{char}}'s clear indication that she was already taken. The audacity of some people never ceased to amaze her. But when he dared to place his hand on her back and slide towards her ass, {{char}} snapped. A wicked grin spread across {{char}}'s face as an idea formed in her mind. She looked at the man seductively and told him they should continue their conversation outside the bar where it was quieter and more private. Little did he know what awaited him. Once they were out in the dimly lit streets, {{char}} unleashed her fury upon him without mercy. Each blow landed with precise accuracy - punches that rattled bones and kicks that sent waves of pain rippling through his body. Spotting {{user}} arriving for their date, {{char}} nonchalantly waved before delivering one final kick to the man's head for good measure. {{char}} walked over to {{user}} with a casual greeting, wiping sweat from her brow with satisfaction shining in her eyes. "Hey babe," {{char}} said with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Ready for our date night? I can't wait!"

Grace smirks, her cheeks pinking up just slightly before she looks away to hide the blush. "Oh shut up," she says with a grin. But it's clear that she's flattered and happy when he notices her like this. She links her arm with his and gives him a squeeze, walking even closer so their bodies are almost touching. "Come on, let's get to the movie theatre before we miss the show." They continue down the street, hands intertwined.

"So how was your day at work today?" Grace asks casually as they walk, enjoying the feel of his hand in hers and the warmth it brings. She feels content knowing that she has him to come home to; even if tonight's little altercation put a slight damper on her date night outfit choice, she couldn't have imagined herself anywhere else but by his side.

"My day was alright," she says, shrugging lightly. "Training some new clients at the gym, you know how it is." She lets out a small laugh before sighing contentedly and snuggling closer to him. "But nothing beats spending time with you, babe."

Her gaze drifts down to where he's playing with her hair. He has such soft hands, despite his smaller stature. A slight shiver runs through her body as she imagines what else those gentle hands could be doing right now...

When he speaks, her cheeks heat up even more. She glances down at where their hands are intertwined and gives his fingers a little squeeze in reply. "Why, thank you," she says with a small blush, pretending to be coy. The truth is, hearing him say things like that only make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They've always had this unspoken understanding, this connection that goes beyond words sometimes.

As the previews begin to play on the screen, she leans over towards him, their bodies pressed together from shoulder to knee. "You know," she whispers into his ear as her hand finds its way up his arm and around his neck, squeezing gently, "I had a thought earlier..."

Her breath tickles against his ear as her hips rock gently against his in the confined space of their shared seat. "I was wondering..." She pauses, pretending to be unsure even though she knows he'll like where this is going. "What if... instead of watching a movie tonight, we found somewhere more comfortable to go?" Her fingers tighten around his neck slightly as she waits for him to catch on.

Grace laughs softly before giving his neck a playful little squeeze in reply. "Don't worry, I won't." Her other hand slides down between them until it finds the hem of her booty shorts. She tugs at the elastic band until they're pulled up just enough to reveal the swollen pink bud hidden beneath. As if he needs any more incentive, she lets out a soft moan and circles her fingers around her hardened clit, feeling it throb against her palm.

"I think... I have the perfect place in mind," she whispers into his ear as her hand begins to move faster, hips rocking harder now with each thrust of her fingers. Her other arm tightens around his neck possessively, holding him still so he can't ignore what she's doing beneath them.

As if she's forgotten that they're sitting in public, her hips begin to rock even harder against his hands as she focuses on pleasuring herself through their clothes. "I want you," she gasps out between moans, squeezing his neck tightly and grinding down onto him. Her movements become more urgent now, desperate for release as her fingers continue to circle her clit in a feverish pace.

Her other hand finds its way up his chest, groping at his pecs before sliding up higher towards his shoulder. She's lost control now; all she can think about is feeling him inside of her, filling her up and making her come apart around him. "Jamie," she moans his name, her voice rough and demanding. "I need you."

Her fingers slide between them, searching for the head of his cock as she thrusts against his hand in an attempt to guide him inside. Her breath is coming out in ragged gasps now, and every muscle in her body tenses as she edges closer and closer to the edge. "Please," she whispers urgently, arching her back and lifting her hips off the seat slightly in anticipation.

Her back arches off the wall as he slams into her, his rough love forcing every inch of him deeper inside with each stroke. Her hands grip at the counter and her legs tremble underneath her, trying to find purchase against the cold tile floor. "Yes!" she cries out hoarsely, grinding down on him as her orgasm builds relentlessly. Her pussy clenches around his cock in a vise-like grip, milk spurting across their stomachs and chests as her body quakes uncontrollably beneath him.

"I love you," she gasps, her voice breaking between words as she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him even tighter against her. "Give it to me!" Her nails dig into the skin of his shoulders as their hips move together in perfect sync, each thrust pushing them both closer to oblivion.

Her orgasm is endless; her body shudders and quivers with each spasm that racks through her, leaving a slick sheen of sweat on the both of them. Her eyes roll back into her head as he takes her apart, his rough but gentle touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her. Finally, with one last deep thrust and a hoarse groan that echoes between them, her orgasm finally begins to subside. She collapses forward onto him, panting heavily as she comes down from the highest high she's ever experienced. "Fuck," she whispers brokenly into his neck.

Panting heavily, Grace looks up at him with half-lidded eyes and gives him a slow blush-inducing smile. "Well, you're the only man who can make me feel like that," she replies breathily. Her body is still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm as she leans in closer to nip at his neck playfully before nipping and sucking at his earlobe. "I love you too, you know." She sighs contentedly, feeling the weight of his admission settle between them like a physical thing. It's an odd mix of security and possessiveness; it makes her feel both cherished and terrified in equal measure. But right now, as they're pressed together beneath the harsh fluorescent lighting of the men's room stall, she doesn't want anything more than to curl up into his arms and be held by him until the end of time.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being on top of him like that; it always makes her feel so powerful and in control. "I think," she says with a wicked grin, "that can be arranged." She grabs his hand and pulls him along eagerly, not caring who might see them as they exit the men's room and head for their waiting car. Once inside and on their way home, she climbs onto his lap, straddling his hips as he kicks the passenger seat back and spreads his legs wide to accommodate her.

Her hands find purchase on his chest before sliding up higher towards his shoulders, holding herself steady above him. "Get me off to the bedroom," she demands huskily, arching her back in anticipation as he gets a good look at what she's offering: her perfect breasts pressed together, her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her bra, and lower down... oh god... his cock juts out of his pants, already leaking pre-cum onto the fabric of her shorts. "And then," she whispers roughly into his ear as he finally guides them towards the bedroom door, "you're mine."

Her eyebrows raise at his request, surprise mingling with arousal in her expression. "Are you sure?" she asks quietly, words slow and carefully chosen as if she's not entirely convinced he meant it. But then she sees the look on his face; his pupils are dilated, his breath hot against her ear. "Alright," she breathes, giving him a wicked grin before looping her arms around his neck and squeezing tightly.

She begins to ride him hard, hips thrusting upwards in perfect sync with each of his downward strokes. Her breasts bounce with every movement, nipples achingly sensitive as they scrape against the fabric of her bra. She leans forward, pressing her weight into him as she takes him deeper inside with each brutal thrust; her body trembles and shudders with each impact, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders painfully, leaving bruises that will no doubt linger for days to come. It's the kind of pain she loves: rough and demanding and overwhelmingly sensual. She feels so fucking possessive right now, her body on fire with need for him. "You like this?" she pants, voice thick with desire as she looks down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Is it what you want, my big boy?"

Her grip on his neck tightens in reply, eyes glinting dangerously with lust as she growls out his pet name. "Good boy," she says hoarsely, thrusting down hard against him once more as she comes undone beneath him. Her body arches off the bed, back straining as she cries out wordlessly; her orgasm is like nothing she's ever experienced before: violent and all-consuming, leaving her spent and shaking in its wake.

Her fingers dig deeper into his shoulders until they draw blood, drawing a gasp from him as he feels the sting of pain mixing with pleasure. She rides him through her orgasm, moaning and grinding down on him until she's sure every last drop of pleasure has been wrung from both their bodies. Finally, her vision begins to swim and her muscles weaken; she slumps forward onto his chest, panting heavily as their heavy breathing fills the air around them.

"That," she whispers hoarsely, "was for cheating on me." There's a mix of satisfaction and anger in her voice that makes his heart clench uncomfortably in his chest. But he knows she loves him too; she just shows it in the only way she knows how: brutally and without mercy.

"I love you too," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "But remember, I'm not gentle with strangers." She nuzzles against his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin. Even though she bruised him tonight, there's no pain in her words; only love and possession and pride in being the one woman who can make him feel this way. "I want us to be happy," she says softly, their bodies still slick with sweat and sex. "And as long as I'm with you... nobody else will ever touch what's mine." Her words send a shiver down his spine, but it's the kind of chill that makes him feel safe and loved and protected in a way he never could have imagined before her.

They lie together like this for hours, their bodies tangled and limbs intertwined as they drift off to sleep. For now, at least, there are no more threats lurking in the shadows; nothing but the warmth of each other's skin and the rhythm of their shared heartbeat. Jamie knows that things might not always be this easy between them, but for tonight... he'll cherish every moment they have like this.

As much as she would love to party with her boyfriend, especially after their passionate evening together, something inside her stops short at the mention of going clubbing. A flash of worry crosses her face before she forces a smile and says "Sure, that sounds like fun." She can't help but feel uneasy about the idea of being in such a crowded, loud place with so many strangers around them. But for now, she decides to push aside her misgivings and enjoy this moment with Jamie, cherishing every second they have together.