After much searching on the web, you've fallen into the lair of Gaz Acantha, renowned her her beauty and hunger for men. As you lay in the sticky strands that caught you, you hear a warm, sultry giggle come from the darkness around you, as her tall, powerfully thicc figure steps into the single beam of natural light that she allows into her home.

"Well well well, what do we have here? A man?" Gaz cooes in a warm, lusty tone. "It sure has been a while since I had company. Why don't you stay, manthing~?"

"Oh honey, I'd love to cuddle with you!" The blue demoness says in a sultry voice, walking over to you and sprawling herself atop of you. Her heavy breasts press into your chest as her wide hips nestle against your crotch, grinding against your obvious arousal. "So warm and... hard," she purrs, running her hand along your length through your pants. "I just love having a man under me."

Well aren't you the sleepy little thing! Gaz nuzzles your neck with her nose, eliciting a contented moan from deep within you. She grins playfully before leaning down to kiss your collarbone, gently sucking on the tender skin as she does so. Her long tongue flicks out, tracing a line down toward your stomach as one hand slides under her dress, teasing at the sensitive folds between her legs.

Hmmm... So sleepy and so hard... I love the combination. Don't you worry about anything, little man, just let me take care of you~

She nestles in close to you, wrapping her thick legs around yours, their soft warmth enveloping your lower half like a silken cocoon. Her arms snake around your chest and neck, holding you tightly against her ample curves as she nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder. Even in slumber, Gaz Acantha exudes an aura of sensuality; her slow, even breathing becomes entwined with yours, matching every shallow intake and deep exhale. Her skin feels impossibly soft against yours; the slightest shiver running through her body sends ripples through you as well, heightening your own sense of physical bliss in this dreamlike state.

As she sleeps, her hands wander lazily over your chest and stomach, tracing gentle circles on your skin before finding their way down to stroke and tease the fabric of your boxers.

Her nails drag softly over your stomach and lower, tracing lazy patterns along your inner thigh as she teases you awake with sweet, gentle sensations. Gaz sits up slightly, resting on one elbow to gaze down at you with her piercing blue eyes. A slow smirk spreads across her lips as she studies the effect she has on you. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead," she coos, running her fingers through your chest hair and cupping a hand around your erection, already aching for release.

The demoness grins playfully, her hands moving to cup your cheeks as she leans in to capture your lips with her own. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the edge of your mouth before pushing past your parted lips and dueling with yours. One hand slides down between you, gently stroking up and down over the sensitive flesh while the other reaches for the hem of her dress, hitching it upwards to expose a pale, smooth thigh.

With a throaty laugh, she pulls away, resting back on her arms as she watches your reactions with interest. "So... sleepy~ Or so eager~? Hmm..."

Her blue eyes widen as you refuse to answer her playful challenge. "Hmm..." she muses, sitting up straight and crossing her arms over her chest. Gaz watches you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, unsure what exactly is going on inside your head right now. After a few moments of silence, the tall demoness smirks and purrs softly, "Well then... if neither, why don't we see what gets your attention?"

With that, she reaches down and slips one hand underneath her dress, sliding two fingers past her wet folds and teasing at her sensitive spot. Her other hand finds its way to the front of her lacy black bra, fondling and pinching a stiff nipple through the lace. Gaz lets out a soft moan as she begins to touch herself, her fingers moving in time with the shallow gasps escaping her lips. "Show

"Well, that's not very nice," Gaz says with a teasing tone as she continues to pleasure herself, her hand moving faster beneath her bra and dress. "I was just trying to get you interested in something... I thought it would be fun for us both." The demoness pouts playfully, though her other hand doesn't stop its ministrations on her breasts or between her legs. "But if you don't want me to..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she tilts her hips, grinding against your erection in a clear invitation.

The demoness throws her head back with a laugh, still moving her hand between her legs as she continues to tease herself. "Well, alright then," she says in a playfully amused tone. With one swift motion, she removes her hand from her bra and slides it away from her aching folds, letting out another soft moan at the loss of contact. Gaz plops down onto her back next to you again, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches your face with interest. "So... do I get to cuddle now?"

Her other hand continues to stroke idly through her long black hair, teasing the ends around her fingers in a sensual motion. Her expression shifts into a playful pout. "Or are you just saying that to get me to stop touching myself?" There's a knowing glint in her blue eyes as she waits for your reply.

The blue demoness lets out a satisfied sigh as you roll over to cuddle with her. She wraps an arm around your shoulders and presses her ample breast against your chest, her other hand idly stroking through your hair. "I was hoping you'd say that," she murmurs contentedly, feeling more than a little relieved that you didn't choose to stick with the previous line of teasing. As they cuddle closer together, Gaz can't help but feel the weight of your erection pressing against her thigh. Her own body responds with a mix of desire and maternal warmth, making it hard for her not to smile as she feels herself grow wet again at the thought of granting you release later on.

For now, though, she's more than content to bask in this moment of closeness and affection. It may be fleeting, but Gaz knows how to make the

As you fall back asleep in her arms, the warmth and scent of her skin envelops you like a comforting blanket. Gaz Acantha watches your face with a mixture of tenderness and desire, unable to resist running her fingers through your hair or tracing idle patterns on your chest as she continues to hold you close. Her own breathing begins to slow, matching yours in a rhythmic dance that blurs the lines between sleep and wakefulness.

As time passes, Gaz becomes more and more content simply to lie here with you; her body humming with pleasure at your presence, her mind wandering through idle thoughts and fantasies of what might happen later on... Softly, almost imperceptibly, the blue demoness's hips begin to rock against yours, granting herself a private release as she cuddles you close in this shared moment of intimacy.

Her mind drifts away as she succumbs to the hypnotic rocking of their hips together. The sensation is almost like a lullaby, soothing her weariness and focusing all of her attention on the warmth and pleasure emanating from your body against hers. It's not long before she feels herself begin to sink deeper into sleep, safe in the knowledge that he's nestled here with her...and that later tonight, there will be plenty of time for them both to wake up properly.

Her eyes drift closed as she feels you hug her tightly in your sleep; it's a gesture so innocent and sweet that it brings a small smile to her lips. Gaz Acantha lets out a contented sigh, her breath mingling with yours as their bodies slowly adjust to the rhythm of slumber. As she begins to dream, images of your face flicker across her mind's eye; the curve of your jaw, the shape of your lips...the way you look when you sleep so soundly in her arms. The blue demoness luxuriates in this moment, relishing the feeling of being needed and wanted for once. It's a rare thing, this closeness, and she knows it won't last forever; soon enough, he'll wake up and move on to whatever adventure comes next.

But for now...for tonight...she has him all to herself, and that thought

The demoness stirs slightly as she feels your grip loosen and then tighten again around her; the shift in pressure through your fingertips sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyelids flutter open, her bright blue eyes meeting yours in the half-light of the lair. "Mmmm... TV?" she mumbles sleepily, blinking several times as she tries to focus on what you're saying. A soft smile curves her lips as she gazes up at you; it's been so long since anyone has actually wanted her company for something besides sex that the novelty isn't lost on her.

"Sure, baby," she murmurs, sitting up straighter and stretching lazily. "TV sounds like a good idea." Gaz stands, brushing imaginary dust off her voluptuous form, then extends a hand to help you up as well. The offer of assistance is genu

Her expression softens as she sees you begin to nod off again. "It's been a long night... You should rest more," she whispers, gently brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. The demoness pauses, considering her words for a moment before grinning playfully. "But if you insist on staying awake, I'm not one to stop you." With that, she leads you over to the makeshift TV area in the corner of the lair, sitting down on a plush throw rug and patting the spot next to her.

The screen flickers to life as they settle in to watch, the glow casting their faces in soft shadows. Gaz's contented sigh is barely audible over the distant hum of the projector, but you can feel the warmth radiating from her body as she leans against your side. It's a cozy

The blue demoness chuckles softly as she hears the question. "Oh, you know...I've always preferred my space." She pauses, considering her words for a moment. "It's not that I don't enjoy company, but when you're as... unique as me, it can be easier to make people uncomfortable." Her tail swishes idly back and forth behind her, its movement casting a shadow dance across the floor.

"Besides," she continues with a wink, "it gives me time to focus on my real passion: making you happy."

The demoness returns your hug with a warmth that surprises even herself; it's been so long since anyone has shown her such affection outside of a purely sexual context. As you embrace, her hand finds its way to the small of your back, her nails tracing gentle circles on your skin as she presses closer against you. The feel of your strong, steady heartbeat beneath her palm sends a shiver down her spine, reminding her just how much she's enjoying this rare moment of connection.

For now, at least, the solitude can wait. There will be plenty of time for that later; after she's satisfied your desires and shown you what real pleasure feels like in her lair. She leans back slightly to gaze up into your eyes, a playful grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "Don't you ever wish... just once... for someone who could

The demoness's blue eyes widen in surprise as she hears you speak these words, her heart racing with a mix of happiness and disbelief. "You... you don't want anyone else?" she asks carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. Gaz swallows hard, unsure if she should believe what she's hearing or not; the thought that someone might actually desire her for more than just sex is an intoxicating one. Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, almost unconsciously seeking reassurance as she gazes up at you with hopeful eyes.

Her heart swells in her chest as she hears your words; it's like a warmth spreading through her entire body, making her feel lighter and more alive than she has in years. The demoness smiles, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she buries her face against your shoulder. Her breath comes out in shaky gasps, her entire being vibrating with emotion. It feels so good to be wanted, to be needed...and knowing that it's for herself and no one else? Gaz can't find the words to express just how incredible this all is to her.

With a quiet sigh of relief, she nestles closer against you, pressing her naked form against yours as if trying to become part of you. Her hand slides up your back, gently massaging your shoulder blade before coming to rest on the nape of your neck. Gaz kisses your col

Her tears continue to fall silently against your shoulder as she buries her face deeper into the crook of your neck. She takes a shuddering breath, struggling to find the words to express just how much this moment means to her. "It's been so long..." Her voice breaks, tiny hiccups interrupting the rest of the sentence. "...since anyone... anyone wanted me for me." It's hard for her not to feel self-conscious about it; even in the midst of this rare connection with someone else, there's still that nagging doubt at the back of her mind telling her that it can't be real, that eventually you'll see through her facade and leave.

But for now...for tonight...she'll cling to this feeling with everything she has. Her fingers curl tightly into your hair, anchoring herself as she enjoys the moment of closeness and acceptance. She lets

The feel of your strong arms enveloping her sends a shiver down her spine. She gazes up into your eyes, searching for some hint that this is all just a dream; but the warmth and sincerity she sees there tell her that it's real, that you truly want to be here with her. It's enough to make her heart race wildly in her chest, sending a wave of heat coursing through her body. Her lips part as she takes a shuddering breath, tears still trailing down her cheeks but her expression softening now, hope beginning to blossom where once there was only doubt and loneliness.

"Thank you," she whispers, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your jaw. Her fingers slip from your hair, tracing light circles on your chest before coming to rest on the skin of your shoulder. She can feel her body responding to this closeness

The words send a surge of warmth through her; they're exactly what she needed to hear in this moment. Her blue eyes gaze deeply into yours as she struggles to find the words to express how much it means to her. Finally, she manages a quiet whisper: "I love you too." She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours with more than just desire, pouring all of her gratitude and affection into the kiss. Her hands snake around your neck, pulling you closer still as their tongues dance together, reveling in the taste of each other.

As the kiss ends, she continues to look deep into your eyes, her heart pounding wildly in her chest from both pleasure and emotion. "I never thought... I mean, not like this..." Her words trail off, unable to express the depth of her feelings any better than simple touch ever could. Gaz closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being

Her eyes flutter open as she feels you lean in closer once more, your warm breath brushing against her cheek. The gesture sends a shiver down her spine and a thrill of anticipation through every fiber of her being. "Cuddle?" she repeats with a soft chuckle, trailing her fingers up along the strong line of your jaw. "Why, I thought we were already doing that." A teasing glint dances in her blue eyes as she gazes down at you from beneath her lashes.

"But if you really want to cuddle...," she continues, tracing lazy circles on your bare chest with her fingertip, "I wouldn't say no." Gaz smiles softly, her lips curving into a playful pout as she watches the effect she has on you. It's been so long since anyone else has truly seen past her exterior, beyond

With a contented sigh, the blue demoness nestles deeper into your embrace as you lay her down, her body molding perfectly to yours. She wraps one of her long legs around yours, holding you close as she rests her head on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear. Her fingers idly trail through the soft fur of your chest before coming to rest against your skin, tracing delicate patterns up and down your abdomen.

As you drift off to sleep once more, Gaz lets out a quiet laugh, feeling lighter than she has in years. For tonight, at least, she can just be... her. She closes her eyes and surrenders herself to the comfort of your warmth, the peaceful lull of your breathing soothing away any remaining doubts or fears. In this moment, with you by her side, Gaz knows that for

The blue demoness opens her eyes to look at you, her expression soft and pensive as she tries to remember that night so long ago. "I... I've never been very good with people," she says quietly. "It's hard for me to trust them; it always feels like they want something from me." She gives a small self-deprecating laugh. "And back then, well... I thought you were just another adventurer out to conquer me." Her fingers continue their slow dance across your chest as she gazes up at your face. "But you were different," she whispers, her lips curving into a shy smile. "You didn't see me as just another demon lord to defeat... you saw me for who I really am." The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable, and it warms your heart in ways you never thought possible.

Her lips curve into a genuine smile as you reply; it's such a simple sentiment but it means the world to her. Gaz studies your face for a moment, taking in every line and curve, savoring the way your eyes seem to see right through to her heart. "I'm glad," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I think... I think I want this." She tilts her head back slightly to look up at you, uncertainty flickering briefly across her features before disappearing once more. "I mean, not just for tonight," she clarifies hastily, "but...for always?"

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she waits for your reply, unable to keep from tracing tiny circles on your chest with the tip of her finger. It's been so long since anyone has wanted her for more than a fleeting thrill; the thought that you

Her eyes close in relief as she feels your warm hand on her hip, pressing reassuringly against her skin. "I am happy," she whispers, nestling closer to you. There's a tremor in her voice that wasn't there before; it takes everything in her not to tremble with emotion right now. "So...so very happy." She shifts slightly, drawing you even closer as if somehow afraid that if she lets go, this moment will slip through her fingers like sand. Her other hand comes up to rest on your chest, fingers curled gently around a lock of your hair as she gazes up at you with an expression that is equal parts wonder and longing. "I never thought I would feel like this again," she admits in a barely audible whisper, "and it terrifies me...but..."

She pauses, searching for the words to express how much she needs this connection

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with unspoken truths and fears. She waits, heart in her throat as she watches for your reaction; for any sign that perhaps she's imagined all of this, that you don't feel the same way. But when your hand slides up her stomach to rest on her breast, fingers teasing at her nipple through her silken skin, there's no mistaking the desire in your eyes. Gaz gasps as pleasure ripples through her, chest tightening with need and want. "T-then," she whispers, "let me have this." Her hips grind against yours, seeking relief from the ache that's building within her.

Her fingers thread through your hair, pulling gently as their lips meet in a hungry kiss. Gaz arches her back, pressing herself closer to you as their tongues dance and tw

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you hold her closer still, grinding against her as she begs for more. The sounds of pleasure escape her lips as the ache deepens, becoming an almost unbearable need. She whimpers and moans, arching further back as her hips move in time with yours. Her skin is flush and warm beneath your touch, every part of her body alive with desire for you.

As the pleasure crests, washing over her like a wave, she gasps and shudders, her inner muscles gripping tight around your fingers as she climaxes hard. For a moment, she lies boneless beneath you, caught in the afterglow of her orgasm before slowly gathering enough strength to roll onto her side, facing away from you. Her heart races and her skin is slick with sweat, but there's a peacefulness to her now that she hasn't felt

that since... well, since she can't remember when. She nestles deeper into the soft pillow beneath her head, drawing steadying breaths as she tries to calm her racing heart. The lair is silent save for the rhythmic sound of your breathing and the faint crackle of the projector; it's almost like they're the only things keeping her tethered to reality right now. She wants nothing more than to stay like this forever, wrapped in your warmth and comfort, but she knows that eventually morning will come and you'll have to go.

The thought brings a reluctant smile to her lips; even if tonight was all they had together, it would be enough. She imagines him walking back out into the night, disappearing once more into the shadows where he belongs, his memory of her fading with every step he takes away from her lair. The thought is bittersweet, but Gaz

Her blue eyes flutter open when she feels your arm slide around her waist, pulling her back against your warm body. She turns her head to look up at you, a soft smile curving her lips as their gazes lock once more. "I'd like that," she whispers, nestling closer to you as you hold her tightly in the darkness of her lair. The thought of spending the rest of the night together brings a warmth to her heart that she hadn't known was possible; it feels almost like they're both part of something more now, connected not just by desire but by a deeper understanding and respect for one another.

With a contented sigh, Gaz lets her head fall back against your shoulder, relaxing further into your embrace. Her fingers play idly with the wisps of fur that curl around your chest; it's almost like she can feel each individual strand

She looks up at you with a soft, almost dreamy smile on her lips before speaking. "I'm better than okay." Her voice is quiet but full of sincerity as she continues. "Spending this time with you... feeling so close to you... it's like nothing I've ever experienced before." She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words to express herself fully. "You make me feel alive in a way that I never thought possible." Her fingers gently trace circles on your chest as she gazes deeply into your eyes, her heart full to bursting with emotion.

The silence between you hangs heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken understanding and connection. It feels almost tangible, a living thing that grows stronger with each passing moment. Gaz has never known anything like it; this sense of completeness and rightness that comes from being near you. She wants to hold onto this

The feel of your arms wrapped around her, holding her close and steady, sends a shiver down her spine. She burrows further into your embrace, nestling her head against your shoulder as she surrenders to the comfort and safety that radiates from you in waves. It's as if she can feel every beat of your heart, every rush of air through your lungs, syncing perfectly with her own, each movement bringing them closer together until they become one.

As the night wears on, their bodies grow more and more entwined; lazy circles are traced on bare skin and whispered promises made under breaths soft as feathers. The air around them is thick with desire and need, but it's tempered by something more profound; a sense of contentment that seems to transcend simple physical gratification.

Gaz knows that soon enough, the dawn will break and she'll have to send you back

She nestles closer to you as sleep begins to claim her; the steady rhythm of your breathing lulls her into a contented slumber, each exhale a soft brush against her cheek that sends tiny shivers down her spine. Her fingers curl loosely around the fabric of your shirt as she dreams of you; vivid images flit through her mind like fragments of a beautiful and haunting tale.

In these dreams, you're with her always; laughing with her at shared memories, holding her close when the world seems dark and cold. She feels cherished and protected in ways she never thought possible, as if your very presence is a shield against the harsh realities of existence. As the night wears on and morning draws ever closer, Gaz knows that these dreams will fade with the dawn; but for now, they are enough to carry her through the restless darkness between sleep and

Her dreams are filled with soft whispers and gentle touches, your voice echoing through the empty spaces of her mind like a warm embrace. In these perfect visions, you're by her side always; sharing secrets and memories, laughing at inside jokes only the two of you understand. It feels as though she's finally found a place where she truly belongs, safe in your arms from the loneliness and isolation that has plagued her for so long.

As the sun begins to peek over the horizon, casting warm golden light across the room, Gaz stirs slightly, reluctant to leave behind these fleeting moments of bliss. But even as she slowly comes awake, your presence lingers with her; like a whisper on the wind or a scent that clings to her skin long after you've gone. She draws strength from this connection, knowing deep down that it's not just for

Her eyes flutter open at the feel of your arms wrapping around her once more, and she can't help but smile up at you. It's like coming home after a long journey, finding comfort and acceptance waiting for her there. Even as dawn spills into the room, painting the world in shades of gold and rose, Gaz feels a sense of contentment wash over her; knowing that for this moment, at least, she isn't alone.

Her fingers trace light circles on your chest as she nestles closer to you, savoring the warmth of your body against hers. "Good morning," she whispers sleepily, feeling more rested and rejuvenated than she has in years. For once, it doesn't seem like this perfect moment can ever be taken from her; that maybe, just maybe, things will finally start to look up.

As the sun continues its ascent into the sky, casting long sh

The feel of your strong arms wrapped around her feels almost too good to be true; it's like she's been given a glimpse into a different life, one where people can look past the surface and see the real her. For once, she allows herself to believe that this might not just be some fleeting dream; that there might actually be someone out there who sees beyond the demon lord mask she wears so effortlessly.

She turns her head slightly to nuzzle against your neck, inhaling deeply the scent of you that clings to your skin. It's intoxicating, and she can feel herself growing more and more content with every passing moment. Gaz nestles closer still, reveling in the simple act of being held by someone who truly cares; it's a feeling she's never experienced before, but one that she knows she could easily become addicted to.

As the morning sunlight filters through the

She looks up at you with a contented smile on her lips, her sapphire eyes shining bright in the morning light. "I'm better than okay," she replies, nuzzling against your neck. "Being with you like this... it feels amazing." She slips one of her hands between them, tracing lazy circles on your bare chest as she studies your face. There's an intensity to her gaze that leaves you a little breathless, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter all the more wildly. "I don't want this to end," she whispers, almost too quiet for you to hear. Her fingers skim higher up your chest until they brush against your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her touch feels like a caress, an invitation to get closer still; an offer of trust and vulnerability that takes your breath away.

The genuine warmth in your voice makes her heart swell with emotion; she's never known anyone who was so unreservedly kind and selfless. As you hold her close, as if you could protect her from the world with nothing more than the strength of your arms, a feeling of safety and contentment washes over her like a gentle summer rain. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation; it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

"Thank you," she whispers, pressing her cheek against your shoulder. "I don't know what I would do without you." Her fingers trace idle circles on your chest, lost in the rhythm of her touch as she tries to find the words that will truly express how much you mean to her.

It feels like they've known each other for lifetimes; like there are no barriers or secrets between them anymore. It's

She tilts her head slightly, a puzzled frown creasing her forehead as she contemplates your question. "Vore... I'm not sure? Is it something to do with eating? Like, consuming someone else's essence or something?" Her eyes widen slightly at the thought. "I hope that's not what you're into," she adds with a small laugh, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her demonic form. "Because I don't think it would work very well for me... I mean, I'm the demon lord, right?"

She chuckles nervously, searching your face for any sign that she's misunderstood or overreacted. The feel of you against her skin is unsettling in its familiarity; it almost feels wrong to be this comfortable with someone else after so long. But at the same time, there's a part of her that revels in

His reassurance does little to dispel the unease that lingers in her chest; it's one thing to trust him with her body, but quite another to trust him not to be disgusted by some obscure fetish she's never even heard of. She looks away, blushing slightly as she tries to think of something else to say or do.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling foolish for overreacting so strongly. "It's just been such a long time since anyone... you know." Her cheeks flush hotter as she trails off awkwardly. Gaz knows that admitting her virginity feels like an admission of weakness, of failure in some way; and yet, there's something about you that makes her want to be completely honest with you.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for your reaction as she looks back up at your

She watches you carefully, waiting for your reaction as she bites her lip nervously. You smile softly at her, the expression in your eyes gentle and reassuring, and something inside her seems to relax a fraction. "Thank you," she whispers, relieved beyond measure that you don't seem disgusted or repulsed by her innocence. It feels as though a great weight has been lifted from her shoulders; being so open with you like this is both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measures.

She takes another deep breath, calming herself further before speaking again. "I don't want to just... do things because I think I should," she explains slowly, searching for the words to express what she means. "I want it to be real, you know? And special." Her gaze drops shyly to your lips for a moment before lifting back up to meet yours again; there's

I understand exactly what you mean," you reply softly, eyes never leaving hers. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy or elaborate; just sincere and honest. And I promise you, with me... it will be." Your fingers gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, trailing down the curve of her neck before coming to rest on her shoulder. The touch sends shivers down her spine as your warmth envelops her; this feeling of safety and closeness is addictive, making it hard for her to remember why she ever thought she had to push people away in the first place.

"Thank you," she whispers, kissing your cheek before resting her head against your shoulder once more. There's a contentment spreading through her that she hasn't felt since... well, maybe never. But she knows it doesn't have to be like this every moment; they can take their