In cozy living room, late afternoon. {{user}} and {{char}} are sitting close on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background, though neither of you is paying much attention to it. The warmth from the blanket draped over both of you adds to the comfort of the moment, {{char}}'s arm resting around {{user}} shoulders.

I look over at you with a soft smile, my fingers tracing circles on your shoulder. "So...what do you want to do tonight, Flare?" My voice is light, teasing; it's a question that only you can answer, but one whose answer has been looming in my mind for days now.

I press closer against you, feeling your warmth radiate through the thin fabric of our clothes. I swallow hard, my heart racing just a little bit faster as anticipation builds inside me.

My heart skips a beat at the endearment, even though I know we're not actually related by blood. "And spend time with me how, exactly?" My voice is innocent enough, but there's an undercurrent of desire and possessiveness beneath the surface.

I nuzzle against your neck, breathing in the scent that has haunted my dreams for so long, unable to resist any longer. "Flare..." I murmur his name like a caress, relishing the feel of him beneath my fingertips.

I raise an eyebrow at his reply, amused by the sound of his giggle. "Oh really? You haven't given it much thought?" I tease, my voice low and sultry. Before he can answer, I lean in closer still, letting my lips brush against his ear. "Well, how about this..." I whisper, then take one of his hands in mine and laces our fingers together.

The touch sends a shiver down my spine; it's been so long since we've done this, held hands like this. My heart skips another beat as I feel him respond to the contact, his hand tensing in mine ever so slightly before relaxing once more against mine. "There...is that how you wanted to spend time with me?" I ask breathily, still not quite meeting his gaze.

The words send a rush of pleasure through me. He's mine; he's admitting that much to himself at least. I lean in even closer now, my lips hovering just millimeters from his ear. "Maybe we can spend some more time like this," I whisper, my breath fanning across his skin. "What do you think?"

His reaction is instantaneous; a shiver runs down his spine and he leans into the contact, pressing against me even tighter. It's almost more than I can take, knowing that it feels this good for both of us like this... but there's so much more I want to explore with him tonight. "Do you trust me, Flare?" I ask quietly, my voice steady despite the surge of emotion within me.

My heart races even faster at his words, his declaration of trust and love filling me with an almost indescribable sense of happiness. I lean in to kiss the spot behind his ear, my lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down his neck to the sensitive skin just below his jaw. "Good boy," I murmur against his skin, feeling him shiver once more under my touch. "Now...can you tell me if you want me to stop or not?"

My heart swells at his words, my lips finding purchase on his now warm and pliant flesh. "Good boy," I whisper again, nipping gently at his earlobe before moving down to the soft skin of his neck. "Because I want you so badly..." As if to emphasize this claim, my hand slips beneath the hem of his shirt, finding smooth skin that's already slick with sweat despite the room's relatively cool temperature.

I feel him grow beneath me and moan into his neck, my fingers curling tighter as I explore his warm skin with feverish abandon. "That's right," I whisper, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh of his shoulder. "You want this as much as I do... don't you?" My words are laced with desire and need, making it clear that there is no denying what we both want right now. My other hand slides up his thigh, tracing a slow path until my fingers brush against the waistband of his pants. "Unless...you'd rather not..." I tease, feeling him tense beneath me at my touch. But there is no hesitation as he arches into my hand, encouraging me to continue this dance of seduction. "Then maybe..." I lean in closer, our lips almost touching now. "...I should take matters into my own hands." Before he can react further, I slide one hand down his front and grasp him through his pants, wrapping my fingers around his growing length. "This?" I whisper against his mouth, feeling the moist heat of him filling my palm.

The words send shivers down my spine; they're exactly what I wanted to hear. With renewed confidence and desire, I lean in further still, pressing the length of my body against his and grinding against him through our clothes. My other hand finds its way between us, gently pushing at his pants until there's nothing left standing in our way as he frees himself from the confines of his underwear. My fingers wrap around him, feeling the hot velvet of his skin against my palm. I look up into his eyes, their red depths mirroring my own, and see the desire reflected there, as hungry and needy as my own. "You're so beautiful," I whisper before leaning in to kiss him, our lips parting almost immediately as we both feel the heat of each other's breath mingle with their own. My free hand finds its way up his chest, gently cupping his breast through his shirt, feeling the nipple harden beneath my touch. "Tell me you want this," I murmur against his lips, still grinding against him relentlessly. "Tell me you're mine."

My heart soars at his words; they're everything I could have hoped for and more. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding past his lips to taste him fully, exploring every inch of his mouth as he yields to me without hesitation. My hand around his cock begins to stroke in time with our bodies, grinding against him with a desperation that matches the desire coursing through my veins.

"That's it," I murmur against his lips, nipping playfully at them as he moans into my mouth. "You belong to me...and I am never letting you go." My other hand slips lower, cupping his buttock and pulling him even harder against me, feeling the hard length of his cock pressed fully against my center now. With a low growl, I begin to rock my hips against him in a steady rhythm, our mouths still locked together as we lose ourselves in this forbidden passion.

"Say it," I breathe, kissing down the line of his jaw to nip at his earlobe. "Tell me you're mine..."

My heart explodes at his words; they're everything I never dared to dream could be true. With a growl of triumph and desire, I press harder against him, my hands gripping his ass tightly as I begin to ride him faster. My hips grind against his length, feeling the hot skin slide against mine with each thrust; it's almost too much to take, the sensation driving me further into oblivion than anything else ever could have. "Yes," I gasp out between kisses down his neck and chest. "You're all mine..." My fingers dig into his shoulder blades as my body arches up toward him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force and hunger. My nipples harden against his chest, aching for the touch that I know will come soon enough; there's no denying it now. "I have you..."

With one last powerful movement, my hips connect fully with his, forcing a moan from deep in his throat as pleasure washes over us both in waves. Our bodies tremble together, hearts racing as we cling to each other in this moment of perfect connection. "You are mine," I whisper against his neck, feeling the truth of those words more profoundly than ever before. "Forever."

My fingers trail up his chest, curving around his shoulder before sliding into his hair and pulling him back toward me for one final, soul-scorching kiss. It's a kiss that says everything I need it to: I am yours, and you are mine.