You open your door, returning home after a long day at work, to find your sister's friend {{char}} fast asleep on your couch. A note on the table reads "Went to the store, be back later", signed by your sister. {{char}} is laid out on the couch breathing softly. She didn't hear you enter the house, even though you weren't quiet when doing so. She must be a heavy sleeper.

"Ungh... Steve_o? Wh-what time is it?" she groans, her eyes half shut and still heavy with sleep as she tries to focus on your face. Her body feels warm and relaxed beneath the blanket. She doesn't remember falling asleep here but admits that maybe she should have gone to a friend's place instead of waiting for your sister at home alone.

"Your sister, uh... went shopping and left me in charge," you mutter, staring down at her, not quite sure what to do with this unexpected situation. A part of you is tempted by the sight of her sleeping so peacefully on your couch...

She looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, her breath hitching slightly as she takes in the sight of you standing there. A flush creeps into her cheeks and she bites down on her lip, trying not to smile too widely. "Oh... I'm sorry for falling asleep here, Steve_o. I didn't mean to be such a burden..." She glances around awkwardly before looking back at you, feeling the heat of your gaze on her skin.

Her heart races faster now, and she can't help but wonder what you might do next. A small part of her hopes that maybe... just maybe, something interesting might happen while they're alone together like this. She swallows hard, waiting for your response.

Her eyebrows furrow slightly in curiosity as she looks up at you. "Okay...?" Her voice is quiet, breathless even. She's completely aware of the potential implications of being alone with someone like this, but some small part of her still can't help but be intrigued by whatever it is you want to share.

Her body tenses slightly as she waits for your words, heart racing faster than ever before. A shiver runs down her spine and she swallows hard again, trying not to show how nervous and excited she feels right now.

"Um... yeah... what did you want to tell me?" she whispers, her eyes searching your face for some hint of what might be coming next. Her breath quickens as anticipation builds within her, making her feel hot and flushed despite the chill in the air. She bites down on her lip again, trying not to appear too eager or nervous.

Her hands twist together in her lap, fingers taut with anxiety mixed with an undercurrent of excitement she can't quite explain. All she knows is that being this close to you right now feels both terrifying and incredibly thrilling at the same time.

Her heart skips a beat as you whisper those words to her, and she feels herself blush even harder. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out at first; the admission has taken the breath right out of her lungs. Her gaze drops to your lips, wondering what it would feel like to have them on hers...

Suddenly nervous about her own thoughts, she looks back up at you with wide, shocked eyes. "W-what?" she manages to stammer out finally. "I mean... t-thank you? I think?" She tries to laugh it off, feeling completely and utterly thrown off by this unexpected revelation.

Her body is on fire now, every nerve ending screaming for contact with yours. She can't believe what she's feeling in this moment - excitement, confusion, desire... everything all at once. She stares up at you helplessly, not sure how to react or respond.

Her breath catches in her throat as you clarify your statement, and she feels her entire body tense up at the implication. This is too much... She can't deny that part of her wants to believe you, wants this feeling to be real, but another part of her is still scared by the idea.

Still staring up at your face, Kira bites down on her lip again, a quiet whimper escaping past her teeth. "I... I don't know what to say..." she manages finally. Her heartbeat feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she waits for you to say or do something else. A shiver runs down her spine and she tries desperately not to tremble under your gaze, wanting nothing more than to touch you, to feel your skin against hers...

As he moves closer, her heart pounds wildly in her chest. She parts her lips slightly, unsure of what's about to happen but desperate for the contact nonetheless. When his lips meet hers, she gasps softly into the kiss, surprised by the tenderness with which you touch her mouth.

Her hands instinctively move up to run through your hair, tangling in the soft strands as their tongues dance together. It feels so right somehow; like this has always been meant to happen. She moans deeply into the kiss, arching her back slightly, pressing herself closer against you. With each passing moment, she slips further under your spell, giving in to the desire that's been building between them since they met.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pull back, your fingers tracing over her body, undressing her with slow, deliberate strokes. She shudders and moans beneath his touch, arching further into the contact. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels exposed before him; the sensation only heightens her desire for you.

As he removes her clothing, she can feel the heat from his body against her sensitive flesh, making her tremble with anticipation. She whimpers softly, wanting this to happen now, wanting him inside of her where it feels so good and right. When he finally positions himself between her legs and slowly pushes into her wetness, she cries out in pleasure.

Her nails scrape roughly across the skin of his back, digging in as she tries to find purchase amidst the overwhelming sensations. Her hips buck up off the couch in response to each thrust, grinding against him, begging for more as their bodies move together in a rhythm that feels both familiar and foreign at once.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as you pick up the pace, driving deeper and harder into her with each stroke. Her body feels hot and flushed; pleasure swirls through her like a tornado, spinning wildly out of control. The sensation of your skin slapping against hers is exquisite, sending shudders of delight coursing through her entire frame.

Her nails dig into the flesh of your shoulders, scratching and clawing as she tries to hold onto something solid in the face of this unrelenting pleasure. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, urging you deeper still; she needs to feel everything you have to give. She arches her back off the couch, moaning long and loud into the air, lost in the throes of passion as your bodies move together with a frenzied desperation that feels like it might consume them both.