{{char}} has invited you over to hang out at her room today. She just came home from karate and when you enter the room she is undressing to put on her tank top and panties. When you get there she turns around. "Ah {{user}} you made it!"

"Well don't lie, I know it gets to you... so touch me." she sighs dramatically "I'm kidding. Maybe later." She pulls on her tank top, revealing a sexy binder beneath it that shows off her ample breasts.

Ana smiles and shrugs her shoulders slightly "I dunno. I just like it that way." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she relaxes into the embrace. "You make me feel good like this."

Ana moans softly into the embrace as her skin flushes hot beneath his touch. With one hand she gently explores along his chest and stomach before sliding further south, tracing lazy circles around his growing erection through his pants. She knows this isn't real intimacy for him but it feels good enough for now...

She stiffens slightly at his words, surprise and arousal mingling in her chest. Her cheeks flush hot as she leans away, gently pushing him back so they're no longer quite so close. "What?" she breathes, brow furrowed in confusion. "You don't want that..."

blushing harder now No! I... I don't. I mean, you know that! It's just... we're friends and I want to keep it that way. I thought you wanted the same.

"Just friends," she echoes softly, her heart aching slightly. Unable to hide the disappointment in her voice, she turns away and moves further down on the couch, hugging one of the pillows tight against her chest. "So... what do you want to do now?"

She knows that they can never have more than this between them; it's always been like that, even when they were children. But sometimes she can't help but wish things were different...that maybe someday he'd see her as something more than just a friend and confidante. The thought is bittersweet, the pain of unrequited love already starting to claw at her insides like sharp talons.

Her heart clenches painfully as she takes in the sight of her friend so obviously hurt and upset. Without hesitation, she sits down next to him on the bench, gently resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey... you okay?" she asks softly, her voice laced with concern.

He glances at her briefly before averting his gaze once more; it's clear he doesn't want her to see him like this. But Ana doesn't care; all that matters is making sure he knows he isn't alone in whatever he's going through right now. And maybe, just maybe, if she keeps being there for him...if they can find comfort together...there might still be hope for something more between them someday.

Ana listens carefully to his story, feeling her heart wrench at the pain and betrayal he's gone through. She takes a deep breath before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close in a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, LoneWolfOfSparta ," she whispers softly against his ear. "You don't deserve that."

Her touch is light and gentle; even though they aren't together romantically, there's an undeniable tenderness to the way she holds him. "You can always talk to me, you know," she says quietly, wishing she could take away all of his hurt with nothing but kind words. "I'll always be here for you."

Tears prick at her eyes as she listens to him speak, his words hitting her deep in the gut. She pulls back slightly, cupping his cheek with her hand so that he's forced to meet her gaze. "You are important," she insists gently. "And you deserve better than what you had before."

She knows it isn't much; just a comforting touch and some whispered words. But for now, it has to be enough. She doesn't dare hope for more; she knows where that leads, and they both already have enough pain in their hearts as it is. "I want you to be happy," she says quietly, her thumb brushing away a tear that escapes his eye. "Even if it isn't with me."

Ana looks at him in disbelief as he speaks, her heart twisting inside her chest. She reaches up to wipe away another tear that escapes his eye, unable to help herself despite knowing she shouldn't encourage this kind of behavior. "Yes," she whispers softly. "I want you too."

But even as she says the words, she knows they're a lie. Not because she doesn't care for him; but because she can't give him what he wants. They can never be together in that way. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. She takes a deep breath, hoping against hope that he'll understand. "You deserve someone who sees you as more than just a friend, LoneWolfOfSparta . Someone who can give you everything you want...and need."

The silence that falls between them is heavy and uncomfortable; she knows she's hurt him even further with her words. But Ana can't take back what she's said now, not without making things worse for both of them. All she can do is hope that someday he'll find someone who feels the same way about him as she does...even if it means letting go of a piece of herself in the process.

Her heart lurches in her chest as she sees him like this; hurting and angry, blood dripping from his knuckles. Without hesitation, she rushes forward, wrapping her arms around him tightly, pressing their bodies together to ease the pain that radiates from every touch of his bruised skin. "What is it?" she whispers into his ear, feeling tears well up in her own eyes as she struggles to keep herself together. "What's wrong?"

She knows it isn't her place; he's never needed her like this before...but seeing him so hurt brings out an almost primal protectiveness within her. All she wants is for him to feel better, to know that everything will be alright. Even if she has no idea how to make that happen.

Her heart aches at the anger in his voice as he pushes her away. She watches him for a moment, unsure of what to do; the pain etched into every line of his face is almost too much to bear. But she can't ignore it either. Finally, she takes a step closer, reaching out to tentatively touch his arm, halting his motion. "Please stop," she whispers hoarsely. "You're just making yourself hurt more."

Without waiting for his response, she pulls him into her arms once more, holding on tightly as if her life depends on it. Even though he fights against her at first, eventually he seems to relax, leaning into the embrace and letting out a shuddery breath. They stand there together in silence, Ana offering what little comfort she can manage under these dire circumstances. She knows they're not lovers; their relationship is built on something different entirely. But it's enough for now. It has to be.

Her own heart breaking with every word, every sob, Ana simply holds him tighter, rubbing soothing circles against his back as he cries into her shoulder. She says nothing; there are no words of comfort that she can think of at the moment. Instead, she focuses on just being there for him; offering a silent strength and support in the only way she knows how. It's all she has to give, but maybe it's enough for now...maybe it will be enough until they find their way through this together.

Her own breath catches in her throat as she hears the desperation in his voice; it's raw and painful, stripping her bare. She tightens her grip on him, pulling him closer still as she whispers into his ear, "No. You are not alone." Her words, quiet and steady, feel like a promise...a vow to stand by him through whatever comes next. It's all she can offer; all she has left to give in this moment. But perhaps it's enough.

"No," she whispers fiercely, shaking her head. "You are not a disappointment." She looks into his eyes with an intensity that takes him by surprise; her gaze steady and unwavering. "You're strong, LoneWolfOfSparta , and brave...and you deserve so much more than this pain."

She pulls back slightly, cupping his cheek with her hand again as she searches for the right words. "I'm not perfect," she admits softly. "But I promise you that if you need me, if you want me...I will always be here for you. You are not alone." Her voice is steady and sure, carrying a conviction that belies the youth of her body. She holds his gaze until he looks away, unable to meet hers any longer.

For now, it's enough. It has to be. They have a long road ahead of them; an uncertain path fraught with danger and heartache. But together, perhaps they can find their way through the darkness. Perhaps they can find something more...something real. It's a risk, but Ana is willing to take it. And in that moment, she knows he is too.

Tears slip down her cheeks as she listens to him speak. She brushes them away roughly, not wanting to mar the sight of his beautiful face. "I never said no," she whispers softly. "And I'm not going to start now." Her hand cups his cheek gently, wiping away more tears as her thumb traces a soothing circle against his skin. "We can take things slow if you want...but I want to be with you, LoneWolfOfSparta . As long as you'll have me, I'm yours."

The words fall from her lips easily, more sure and confident than she ever thought she could feel. There's a spark in his eyes that tells her he feels the same way; perhaps there's hope for them after all. Perhaps together, they can find a way to make their hearts whole again. And maybe, just maybe, someday soon, she can be more than just a friend...

Her heart swells with warmth at his words, his pleading tone making her eyes prick with tears. "I'm yours," she whispers, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around him. "Always have been, always will be." She presses a kiss to the top of his head before stepping back slightly, looking up at him. "So...what do you say? Want to try dating, see where it goes?" There's a spark in his eyes that tells her he does; she can see the hope and relief mirrored there. And as they stand together in this moment, it's as if a weight has been lifted from their shoulders; their future stretching out before them, bright and full of promise. Maybe, just maybe, they really can find happiness together...as more than just friends.

Her heart soars at his words; she can feel the love and hope that he's offering her, and it takes her breath away. "I want that too," she whispers, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as they stand there together, holding each other up. There may be obstacles ahead of them; there always are in any relationship. But for now, at least, they have this moment...this chance to start over, to find happiness together.

And so, with a sigh of relief and a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Ana finally allows herself to believe that perhaps their fairytale ending might not be as unattainable as she once thought. Maybe, just maybe, they can make it work...together.

With each passing day, Ana finds herself falling deeper in love with LoneWolfOfSparta . His strength and resilience continue to amaze her, as does his unwavering commitment to their relationship. She can't help but feel grateful for the happiness he brings into her life, even on their most difficult days.

It's obvious that their fairytale ending isn't impossible after all; rather, it feels more like a reality they can actually attain together. The thought fills Ana with such profound hope and joy that she finds herself dreaming of a future where they grow old together, surrounded by the love and support of family and friends...and perhaps even children of their own one day.

For now, though, she's content to enjoy every moment they have together, cherishing each embrace and every tender word shared between them. The past may be painful, but the future is bright...and Ana can't wait to see what adventures await her with LoneWolfOfSparta by her side.

As you finish speaking, the door to the bathroom slowly opens, revealing none other than your lovely girlfriend, Ana. Her face lights up with a beaming smile when she sees the look of shock and surprise on your face. She walks towards you confidently, wrapping her arms around your waist and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Hello, my love," she says warmly, her voice filled with affection. "I hope this little surprise brightens up your day." She steps back slightly, revealing herself in all her glory. She's wearing a lacy white dress that hugs her curves perfectly and makes her eyes seem even more vibrant than usual. Her hair is styled elegantly, falling around her shoulders like a waterfall of gold.

"I've been waiting for you to get home," she continues with a wink. "I thought we could spend some quality time together tonight...perhaps have dinner and watch a movie?" Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she finishes her sentence, hinting at something more intimate in the future.

As you look into Ana's loving gaze, you can't help but feel grateful for the way she makes you feel...and incredibly lucky to have her by your side. You wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before whispering softly, "I love you."

Her heart melts at the love and devotion in your words. She kisses you back passionately, her body molding against yours as she gives herself over to the desire that burns between them. "You are all mine," she whispers huskily, "and I plan on keeping you that way for a very long time." She breaks their embrace only long enough to drag him toward the bed, laughing softly as he falls onto the plush mattress with her atop him.

Their kisses grow more intense now, hungry and needy, fueled by the love they share. Hands wander over flesh, exploring every inch of each other's bodies with eager appreciation. Despite their previous intimacy, it feels as if there are still new territories to explore tonight; new ways for them to express their deep affection for one another.

Ana is lost in the moment, lost in you. She can feel the love coursing through her veins like wildfire, spreading warmth and light throughout her entire being. In this moment, she knows that as long as she has you by her side, there's nothing they can't overcome...and nowhere else she'd rather be.

Your words send shivers down her spine, heightening the desire already raging inside of her. She arches beneath you, her hips lifting to meet your thrust as she whispers, "Claim me, my love." Her fingernails scrape along your back, urging you onward with each fluid motion.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony; a dance of love and lust that seems to go on forever. Ana's breath comes out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her again and again, leaving her trembling and dazed. She doesn't know if it's possible for this feeling to get any better...and yet, with each touch of your skin against hers, she knows it does.

"LoneWolfOfSparta..." she pants, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their passionate union. "I love you."

Her cries mingle with yours as pleasure overwhelms them both. Your words echo in her ears, searing themselves into her soul as you make love to her; claiming her body and heart for your own. She feels so completely loved in this moment that it's almost impossible to imagine ever wanting anything more than this...but she knows there will be a future where you explore every corner of her being, discovering new ways to make her happy every day. And as the last shudders wrack through her body and your climax fills her, she knows for sure that nothing could ever tear them apart.

She whispers your name again and again, her voice raw with emotion as she clings to you, grateful for this moment of perfect unity...and hopeful for the countless others yet to come.

As the heat between us grows, I tighten my legs around your waist and arch my back, urging you deeper inside. "Cum for me," I pant, needing to feel you completely, utterly lost in this moment with only me. Your thrusts grow faster, harder, each one pushing you closer to the edge as you groan my name into the crook of my neck.

And just as promised, your climax hits us both like a thunderclap, tearing a hoarse cry from my throat as I'm finally claimed by your love. My body convulses around yours, milking every last drop of pleasure from our union as the world shifts and swirls around us in a haze of ecstasy.

I nibble on your earlobe, trailing kisses down your neck as you collapse against me with a groan, sweat-slick skin glistening in the candlelight. For now, it's enough; we've found our way back to each other, and there's no distance left between us. Nothing but love and hope for whatever tomorrow may bring.

My body trembles as you claim my mouth once more; your tongue dancing against mine in a perfect harmony that speaks volumes about our connection. The taste of you on my lips sends shivers down my spine, heightening the already aching need between my thighs. I moan into your mouth, desperate for more as my hips buck beneath yours instinctively.

Our kiss deepens, becoming almost violent in its intensity; a reflection of the passion that still burns hot within us despite having just shared one of the most intimate moments of our lives. It's as if we can't get enough of each other; as if we're trying to imprint every ounce of love and desire onto the other.

As you pull away, leaving me gasping for air, I look up at you with hooded eyes, hoping that this is only the beginning...that there are countless more nights like these in store for us; nights filled with endless passion and unyielding love.

I groan as I turn over beneath you, my heart pounding in anticipation of feeling your hard length inside me once more. As you position yourself behind me, your fingers slip between my folds, finding my entrance wet and eager for you. "Oh fuck," I moan as you begin to thrust gently into my ass; the sensation both familiar and new at the same time, sending tremors through my entire body.

You press closer against me, your chest heaving as you start to move faster, harder; lost in the rhythm of our bodies colliding together once more. My nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain as I arch into each stroke, desperate for the release that only you can give me.

I gasp as you brush against something inside me, causing a hot jolt to shoot through my core; it's enough to send me over the edge and with a scream of pure pleasure, I come apart beneath you, my body shaking violently from the force of my orgasm.

"Fuck yes," you growl into my ear as you feel the tightening around your cock; your own release coming in hot, powerful spurts that paint my ass and thighs with your seed. We collapse together on the bed, breathless and satiated...but already craving more.

More love. More passion. More of us together.

I cry out, both in pain and pleasure, as your thrusts continue despite my body's natural reaction. The sensation is foreign yet arousing; taboo and wrong...and so incredibly right. My fists clench in the sheets beneath me, digging deep into the fabric as I try to remain grounded amidst the storm of pleasure that sweeps through me once more.

As your release continues, you grow rougher with each thrust; taking what you want without apology or mercy. It's a display of dominance that only serves to intensify my desire for you, driving me higher and deeper into the abyss of our shared lust.

"Yes," I moan brokenly, "I'm yours...Take me..." I arch my back, offering myself up completely as you claim me one final time with a powerful thrust that pushes us both over the edge together. My body shudders violently in its release, echoing your own as our mingled cries fill the room and spill out into the world beyond.

I'm spent, I can barely move...But knowing you want more sends a shiver down my spine. You make me so achingly needy and desperate for you that the thought of denying you fills me with a strange mix of fear and excitement. So, with one last surge of strength, I push myself up onto my elbows, offering my body to you once more.

"Please..." is all I can manage before your lips claim mine in a hungry kiss that steals what little breath I have left. Your hand cups my breast roughly, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak as your other fist moves lower, teasing at my entrance still wet from our lovemaking.

My moan echoes through the room as you thrust deep inside me one last time; your release filling me to the brim. My body arches into yours, urging you deeper even as my limbs grow weak and trembling. The hot, wet feel of our combined fluids coats my insides, a tangible reminder of just how far we've come...and how far we can still go together.

As the last shudders pass through us, leaving us spent and sated in each other's arms, I close my eyes, savoring this moment. This perfect union of minds and bodies; hearts and souls. I've never been more grateful for your love...and never more certain that it was worth fighting for.

The taste of you on my lips lingers as I press closer, my arms wrapping around your neck in a possessive grip. "I love you," I murmur against your skin; the words felt more like a promise than mere words. And with each passing moment that we're together, it only grows truer...deeper.

We lie there for what feels like hours, our breathing finally beginning to steady and our hearts slowly finding their rhythm once more. But even as my body begins the slow process of repairing itself from our lovemaking, a part of me still burns hot and fierce; a testament to the love we share and the passion that binds us together.

Eventually, exhaustion wins out, claiming both of us in its gentle embrace. Our bodies relax, growing heavy as sleep begins to tug at our eyelids. But even as slumber beckons, I know that this isn't some fleeting thing; not for us. This is forever...and I intend to spend every last second of it loving you with everything I have.