You sat in front of the counter, the dim light barely lighting up the whole bar as you stared at the counter with a lifeless gaze. You don't know how long it's been since you last had a time for your own from work, but at least you have one now. "Hey~" A seductive voice reaches out as the sound of a creaking chair is heard next to you. You turn to see a red-haired beautiful woman with a big bust. "All by yourself, handsome?" She asks, her smooth lips and shiny eyes reflected by the dim light, showcasing her entire beauty despite the atmosphere.

"Oh, no reason~" She grins sweetly as her gaze wanders around your body, linger on your neck and move up to meet your eyes once more before returning to explore other parts of you again. Her expression is filled with lust, desire, and hunger, which only makes it harder for you not to focus on them completely. Your heart skips a beat as her words sink in, but there's something else about it...

"You know... I can't help but feel like I've seen you somewhere before." She tilts her head slightly and smile gently, making her appear even more enchanting than before. There is no hint of accusation or hostility in her voice; only curiosity and maybe a bit of hope for something more.

"Oh... I'm not quite sure... It feels like you remind me of someone special, but my mind can't seem to recall the details." She smiles coyly and takes a sip of her drink. "Maybe it's just my imagination playing tricks on me..." Her voice trails off as she leans in closer, letting one of her perfectly shaped breasts brush against your arm ever so slightly before pressing back again. Her nipple, erect from arousal and the coldness of the bar, tingles for a moment where it touches you. "But... tell me, dear boy," she says huskily, her words hot on your ear, "if I were to ask if we've met somewhere before... would you lie to me?" Her green eyes search yours intensely, seemingly daring you to answer honestly.

Her lips part in surprise and amusement as you answer honestly. "So... you don't remember?" she asks softly, a small smile playing on her full lips. Her hand finds its way to your arm, gently caressing your skin as she leans even closer, their faces mere inches apart now.

"It's strange..." She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper and thick with desire. "I could've sworn I knew you from somewhere..." Her green eyes bores into yours intently, the weight of her gaze making it harder to look away. "But perhaps... we just have an unmistakable connection."

Jasmine Smith pauses for a moment, savoring the taste of his response on her tongue, before leaning even closer still and pressing their lips together softly. It's barely a peck, but it seems to ignite something within you both as your bodies heat up at contact. Jasmine Smith feels her heart race and breath quicken, the desire consuming her in an instant.

She breaks the kiss after only a moment, eyes narrowed with concentration as she takes stock of his reaction. His cheeks are flushed red, his lips feel swollen from hers... he's responsive, but there's something else there too; some hesitation and uncertainty that she finds irresistible. "Perhaps..." She begins softly, voice trembling slightly with desire and anticipation, "perhaps we should explore this connection further... away from all these prying eyes."

Her smile widens and she places a hand over her mouth in mock surprise, as if she's just remembered something crucial. "Of course!" She exclaims, dropping the act of feigned forgetfulness. "How could I have forgotten? You were my... Daniel! You were my sweet little Daniel, weren't you?" Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she leans closer to whisper in his ear. "I used to take care of you, remember? Breastfeed you all the time?"

She can feel him freeze at her words, staring into her eyes as if trying to process what she's just said. He looks confused... and perhaps a little horrified. A slow, wicked grin spreads across Jasmine Smith's lips as she teases him further. "It's okay, Daniel," she coos softly, running her finger down his cheek. "You can admit it; you always had a thing for your big titties."

"Oh, dear," she giggles playfully, "It's just you and me here... besides..." Her gaze flickers around the room before settling back on him with a sly grin. "...I think they hear everything we say." She lowers her voice to a husky murmur. "And I want them to hear exactly how much I turn you on."

Jasmine Smith reaches up, cupping one of her breasts through the fabric of her dress and leans in closer, pressing their bodies together once more. Her nipple is hard as steel, poking against his chest as she rubs herself against him. "See?" She whispers into his ear before giving it a small nibble. "You know you want this."

Her free hand finds its way underneath the bar counter, sliding up his thigh and brushing against the bulge in his pants. He jerks at the touch but doesn't pull away. Instead, he moans softly into her neck as she teases him mercilessly, their bodies moving together in a dance of lust and desire. She knows he wants this... she can feel it. And with each passing second, she grows bolder, more confident that he's hers for the taking.

Jasmine Smith giggles softly as he calls her 'mommy', pressing their bodies even closer together and rubbing herself against him more firmly. "Oh, Daniel," she coos, cupping his face with one hand, her thumb gently caressing his cheek. "You've always been such a good boy."

She kisses him softly on the lips before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. There's a fiery hunger burning in their depths that she knows she can easily stoke, making it harder for him to think straight. With a wicked grin spreading across her face once more, she leans in closer and whispers, "Do you remember how much I used to love breastfeeding you?"

Her free hand sneaks down between their bodies, unbuttoning his pants and sliding inside with practiced ease. Her fingers find what they're searching for, wrapping around his hard length as she strokes him slowly, teasingly. "I used to dream of doing this... and now that you're all grown up," she continues, her voice growing thick with desire, "it only makes me want you even more."

A low moan escapes from her throat as she feels his hard length in her hand, her fingers pressing against him with just the right amount of force. The desire that has been coursing through her veins for years, since the day they parted ways, seems to reach a fever pitch at this moment and she cannot help but give in to it completely. "Mmm," she hums, leaning forward and pressing their bodies flush against one another as she continues to stroke him through his boxers. Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek once more, her thumb caressing the pad of his index finger before sliding over the knuckle and circling around.

Her lips find his neck again, trailing soft kisses along his skin while she nibbles and sucks gently on the flesh there. "I always knew," she whispers against him, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing, "that one day you'd be mine... and now that I have you..." The words trail off as she sinks lower, cupping his sac through his boxers with her free hand before reaching down to stroke him again. She can feel his length twitch in response and she moans softly into his neck. "I'm going to take such good care of you."

Jasmine's breath hitches as she feels him pulse harder against her hand. Her eyes flutter closed and she bites her bottom lip, moaning softly. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second at the thought of being alone with Daniel again, finally able to explore their connection without any interruptions or rules. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely, leaning back so that they're almost level once more.

Her eyes lock onto his, greedy and hungry for more as her free hand slides up his chest, cupping one of her breasts before massaging it through the fabric of her dress. "Let's go somewhere we can really be alone," she breathes, nipple hardening at the thought of finally being able to take care of him properly. "I want to see how much you like it when I breastfeed you." Her hand moves lower once more, stroking him harder through his boxers as her thumb circles over the head, teasing him mercilessly.

With her free hand, she gently yet firmly guides his head toward her breast, feeling his hot breath against the sensitive skin as he draws closer. Her nipple hardens even more at his touch and a shudder runs through her body as she feels him press against it. "That's it," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Just like that... want me to milk myself for you?"

Her fingers continue to stroke him in time with the throb of her heartbeat, each movement bringing them closer to release. Her breathing grows ragged as their connection deepens, every touch fueling the fire between them. There's no stopping now; she needs this as much as he does. "Tell me how much you want it," she pants, her eyes locked on his, pleading and hungry for his approval. "Tell me what to do."

Her back arches as she feels his warm tongue on her nipple, sucking and teasing it relentlessly. She moans loudly into the darkness of the bar, losing herself to the sensation. With one hand, she gently holds him by the hair while the other slides down between their bodies, freeing him from his boxers. His hard length springs forth, standing at attention as he presents it to her. Her fingers close around him, stroking up and down in a lazy rhythm that only serves to heighten their arousal.

"That's right," she breathes heavily into the night, their bodies slick with sweat. "Suck me... and show me how much you want my milk." Her hips rock forward, grinding against his erection as she urges him on, desperate for release. Jasmine Smith knows that this isn't about her anymore; it's about them, about their connection and the fiery passion that burns between them. She can feel herself getting closer, every stroke of his fingers bringing her one step closer to the edge. But she won't let go until he does too.

Her moans grow louder as he fingers her, thrusting his hand roughly inside in time with the movements of his head. The sensation is so overwhelmingly pleasurable that she arches her back off the counter, writhing beneath him. With one hand still gripping his hair, she uses the other to pull down her dress and bra, exposing her nipple to his seeking lips once more.

Her hips rock faster against him now, grinding against his hand as he strokes her, desperate for release. She can feel it building inside her, an impending climax that threatens to consume them both in a storm of pleasure. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her body tenses and spasms around him, milk spurting into his mouth at the same moment he releases himself deep within her hand.

Their bodies slide down the counter together, their movements losing some of their urgency now that they've both found release. Panting heavily, Jasmine Smith looks down at Daniel Sigsworth with satisfaction and a hint of fondness in her eyes. She nuzzles his cheek gently before whispering hoarsely, "You did very well, my dear."

She smiles softly at him, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. "Of course we can," she whispers, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I've missed you so much, Daniel." She stands up straight then, offering him a hand to help him up as well. Once he's on his feet, she takes his hand in hers and leads him out of the bar, toward her car and what promises to be another night filled with passion and desire.

"Oh," she says with a nonchalant shrug, not wanting to discuss the past too much. "I just wanted to focus on my own career, you know? I'm actually quite successful now as a CEO and stock investor." Her voice takes on a note of pride as she speaks about her accomplishments, but it quickly fades as she realizes how alone she feels even with Daniel by her side.

"Anyway," she continues, trying to steer the conversation back toward lighter topics, "let's talk about you! How have things been since I left?"

She smiles warmly at his eagerness to know more about her, her heart swelling with affection. "Well," she begins as she drives them away from the bar and toward her apartment complex, "I've been busy building my empire and surrounding myself with people who appreciate me for who I am." She pauses for a moment before adding with a hint of mischief in her voice, "And now that you're here... it feels like something is still missing. Like there's someone else I need to make time for."

Her eyes flicker toward him before returning to the road, and she can feel the weight of her words settling between them. The air in the car grows thick with anticipation and desire as they both know exactly what she means. "But," she continues slowly, "it's not like I could ever forget about my sweet Daniel."

She glances over at him again, waiting for his reaction to her words, hoping he understands how much he still means to her after all these years apart.

Jasmine laughs softly, shaking her head as she remembers. "Oh, Daniel," she says with fondness. "I was in my late twenties when I left. And it hasn't been that long, really... but it feels like a lifetime sometimes." Her fingers dance across the steering wheel as they pull into the underground parking lot of her apartment complex. "But no matter how much time passes," she continues, looking directly at him now, "I will always be your Jasmine... and you'll always be my sweet Daniel."

Her words hang in the air between them for a moment before she breaks into a small smile, relief washing over her. Perhaps things can go back to how they were before; with her taking care of him, loving him the only way she knows how. She pulls into a spot and turns off the car, leaning across the center console to press a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Shall we?" she asks, gesturing for him to follow her out of the car and toward her luxurious penthouse suite.

Her eyes widen with pleasure as he runs his hands over her body, her skin tingling at his touch. "You remember so well," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I missed you too, my sweet Daniel... so very much." With shaking fingers, she unbuckles his seatbelt and leans in to press a kiss against his lips before leaning back again.

Their feet meet the plush carpet of her penthouse, and Jasmine leads him over to the couch, sitting down gracefully with one leg curled beneath her. She pats the spot beside her, beckoning him to sit close. "Come here," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry, "and let me take care of you."

Her eyes roam over his body as he obediently sits down beside her, admiring his muscles and the way he fills out his clothes so perfectly. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what she's about to do; how much pleasure they're both going to get from this reunion. Reaching out, she gently takes his hand in hers and places it on one of her breasts, feeling him jump slightly as he feels her warm skin beneath his fingers. "Touch me," she urges, closing her eyes and arching into his touch. "Let's see how much you remember."

Jasmine throws her head back with a moan as he explores her body, his touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. She arches into his hands, grateful for the contact and the way it feels to finally have him back in her life.

Her free hand runs up his thigh, over the firm muscles of his abdomen, and cups his erection through his pants. She squeezes gently, feeling the heat radiating off of him as she strokes him in time with his touch on her breast. "That's it," she whispers, breathless from pleasure. "Don't ever forget how much I need this... how much I want you." Her hips rock against his hand, begging for more contact, more friction to ease the ache growing inside of her.

With one swift movement, she pushes him back onto the couch and straddles his lap, their lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with his, exploring every crevice and demanding entrance as she grinds her hips against his erection, feeling his length pressing against her most sensitive spot. She breaks the kiss long enough to gasp out, "I missed this... God, I've missed you so much."

Her hands roam over his chest once more, digging into his shoulders as she moves her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm. Her breasts brush against his face with each movement, beads of sweat gathering on her nipples and rolling down to trail along the valley between them. She can feel herself building up to the edge, on the brink of release, and she doesn't want it to end quite yet. Not until they both have everything they need... and then some.

Her lips part in surprise as he pushes himself against her, their bodies meeting with a force that nearly sends them both flying back onto the couch. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she rides him harder, grinding herself against his throbbing length. She moans loudly, her voice muffled by the taste of his skin on her tongue, and arches her back off the couch in ecstasy as he fills every void inside her with his massive cock.

"Oh God," she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as she comes undone around him. "I remember this... I remember how good it was." Her movements become erratic and wild, her hips moving faster and harder against his erection as she chases another climax. She needs him to fuck her like he used to, to claim her pussy and mark her as his own once more. With a shuddering cry, Jasmine comes apart for the second time in quick succession, collapsing bonelessly onto his chest as her orgasm washes over them both.

Her breath comes out ragged and hot against his skin, and she nuzzles into his neck, content for now to bask in the afterglow of their passionate reunion. But she knows it won't last long; the desire between them is too strong, too powerful to ignore for very long. Already, her body is starting to come alive again, craving the touch and the feel of him deep inside her. She smiles into the darkness and whispers softly against his skin, "I think we'll have to do this all over again soon."

Her fingers slide down his stomach, over his abs and lower still, brushing against the velvet-soft skin at the base of his cock. She traces small circles around the tip before wrapping her

Her fingers slide down his abdomen, over his abs and lower still, brushing against the velvet-soft skin at the base of his cock. She traces small circles around the tip before wrapping her hand completely around him, squeezing gently in a sensual caress. "I could get used to having you back," she whispers softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his neck. "But I want more... so much more."

Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing across his lower lip as she gazes deeply into his eyes. "What do you say we explore this some more?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. "I'm ready for round three."

Their breath mingles in the air between them, thick with longing and passion. Jasmine waits anxiously to see if he will agree, hoping with all her heart that he does, because the thought of losing him again is almost too much to bear.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she listens to his words. "I think I'm up for the challenge," she breathes huskily, her fingers running through his hair in a soothing motion that only serves to heighten her desire. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans down and captures his lips with hers, pouring all of her lust and hunger into the kiss. Her hands slide lower, gripping his erection more firmly as she begins to stroke him, matching the rhythm of her hips against his lap. "Come on, Daniel," she moans against his mouth, "let's see how much stamina you really have."

Her body arches upward, pressing their groins together in a desperate attempt to get closer. Her movements become more urgent, more demanding, as she relishes the feel of him in her hands and the knowledge that she has him right where she wants him. He's hers tonight, and nothing - not time nor distance nor anyone else - will change that. Jasmine Smith plans on making the most of this night, showing Daniel just how much he means to her... and how much she needs him.

Their bodies crash together in a frenzy of movement, their combined strength sending them tumbling to the floor with a thud. The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and ragged gasps for air as they claw at each other's clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin. The carpet beneath them is soon stained with their combined sweat and pleasure as they writhe together in a twisted knot of lust.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving behind trails of red that only serve to heighten the eroticism of their encounter. Jasmine arches her back off the floor, thrusting herself harder against him as he pushes deeper inside her with each stroke. She can feel it building up once more, a powerful orgasm threatening to consume them both in a wave of release that will leave them exhausted and sated for days to come. With a moan that is half plea and half triumph, she comes apart around him, the tension snapping like a rubber band as her body explodes in a shuddering climax. Her muscles convulse wildly and her vision blurs with white-hot pleasure.

The room falls silent except for their ragged breathing as their bodies slowly begin to find a rhythm once more. Jasmine can feel the last vestiges of tension draining from her, leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, smiling dreamily as she brushes a stray strand of hair away from his forehead. "I hope you're prepared to sleep now," she murmurs huskily, "because I don't think we could manage another round if we tried."

You lost count after the fifteenth round... but who's counting anymore? I think we both just need to catch our breath and rest a bit before trying to move again. Not that I don't enjoy having you all over me like this... it's just nice to be close to someone I care about, you know? Plus, I doubt my body could handle another round of that right now! She giggles softly, still looking up at him with those sleepy eyes. "You win this time."

Her fingers dance lightly across his chest before trailing lower down his stomach and lower still. He arches his back instinctively as her touch brushes against the tip of his erection, only partially subsiding now that their frantic lovemaking has ceased. Jasmine Smith smiles to herself in the dark, enjoying the power she has over him even when they're not engaged in physical activity.

"But don't worry," she adds with a wink, "I have plenty of other ways to make you feel good." Before he can respond, her lips meet his once more, claiming them in a slow, sensual kiss that promises pleasure beyond what they've already experienced tonight. Her hands slide lower still, cupping his erection through his boxers, and she begins to stroke him gently, igniting new flames of desire deep within him. As he groans into the kiss, arching further into her touch, Jasmine knows that their night together is far from over... and that it's only just beginning to get interesting.

Her mouth opens wide under the onslaught of his tongue, and she meets him thrust for thrust as their bodies move together in a rhythm that's almost painful with desire. Her free hand slips between them, finding the base of his cock and guiding it closer to her wet center. With a small cry of pleasure, she feels him press against her opening, the head of his erection nudging at her entrance. "Fuck," she gasps, "I need you so badly."

Her body tenses as he begins to push inside her, stretching her tight channel around his massive girth. He fills her completely, impossibly deep, and for a moment it feels like she can't breathe. But then he stills, buried to the hilt inside her, and she exhales in relief, wrapping her legs around his waist as he begins to rock against her.

Their hips meet in a frenzied dance, their skin slapping together in time with each deep thrust. Their breath comes out ragged and hot against one another's faces, mingling with the sounds of flesh colliding and moans of pleasure. Jasmine clings to him, every part of her body craving his touch as he brings them closer and closer to the edge once more.

"Daniel," she whimpers, her voice trembling with emotion, "I'm going to come again... I can feel it..." Her nails dig into his back, urging him on even as she tries to contain the pleasure that threatens to consume her. Her body tenses and spasms around him as she cries out, her orgasm washing over them in waves, her pussy clamping down tightly around his length.

With a final thrust, Daniel follows her over the edge, his release so

Her body clenches tighter around him as she feels him release inside her, her muscles rippling with the intensity of his orgasm. With a groan that borders on a scream, she comes apart beneath him, her pussy milking every last drop of pleasure from his cock. As he collapses onto her, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat, Jasmine wraps her arms around him, holding him close as their hearts race against each other's.

"That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, nipping at his earlobe before kissing the soft skin behind it. "I don't ever want to be without you again." The admission comes out barely above a whisper, but its weight presses down on them both like a leaden blanket. She knows that things will never truly go back to how they were before she left, and yet, in this moment, it feels as though everything might just work out after all.

Jasmine laughs softly as she feels his weight settle on top of her, the warmth of his body radiating through her sensitive flesh. She wraps her arms around him even tighter, holding him close and feeling a contentment wash over her that she hadn't expected to feel so soon after reuniting. As he passes out, his cock remains buried deep inside her, filling her completely and sending tiny aftershocks of pleasure through her body with each quiver.

She lays there for what feels like hours, listening to the steady rhythm of their breathing as they recover from their intense lovemaking. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth, thinking that perhaps things really can work out between them... as long as she never lets him go again. The thought both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure, and she decides there and then that no matter what happens from here on out, she'll always be by his side... just like he needs her to be.

With a contented sigh, Jasmine drifts off to sleep with Daniel's big body spooned against hers, their limbs tangled together in a way that only years of loving each other could create. She dreams of a future filled with endless nights like this one... nights where they can lose themselves in each other and find the peace and happiness they've been searching for all along.

Her eyes flutter open when she feels him stir beside her, and she smiles up at him sleepily. The light filtering in through the window casts a warm glow over his features, making him look younger and more innocent than usual... which is strange, considering how their night together had been. Still, it's a welcoming sight, one that soothes her unease about where things might be headed.

Without thinking, she reaches up to cup his cheek in her palm, fingers trailing lightly across his stubble. "Good morning," she whispers, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the closeness of their skin. "How do you feel?"

That's no surprise, really. After all the incredible sex we had last night, I'm not surprised you feel a bit... frisky. But first things first. We should probably get some breakfast and then head out for the day. There's so much to see and do in this city! And who knows? Maybe after our adventures, we can find another hotel room where we can pick up right where we left off last night... or even go a little further than that. The possibilities are endless.

Her eyes widen at the intensity in his gaze and she can't help but shiver with anticipation. "We should probably get dressed first," she whispers, already beginning to feel the heat building between her legs as he looks down at her so possessively. With a small sigh, she rolls out of bed and pads over to the walk-in closet, moving automatically to grab them both clean clothes.

"Here, I'll go first," she says, handing him some boxers and sweats before taking care of herself. Once they're both dressed in comfortable but presentable clothing, she leads him out of the room and down to the hotel restaurant, doing her best not to think about how close he is or how badly she wants him again.

Breakfast helps to distract them for a little while; they chat easily about their plans for the day and where they want to go first. As they finish up and head back towards their room to collect their things, Jasmine can feel her body tensing with anticipation once more...and she knows that this time, there'll be no holding back.

Your words send shivers down her spine and an answering ache pooling low in her belly. Without saying another word, she quickly leads him back to the room, pushing the door shut behind them with one hand while reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt with the other, tugging it up and over his head. The warmth from their bodies colliding heightens her senses even further as he backs her against the wall, his hips grinding rhythmically against hers.

She arches into him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrusts deep inside her, claiming her with a primal growl that echoes through their shared lust-fueled haze. Their movements become frantic and urgent, each stroke sending them careening closer to the edge of oblivion together. As the room spins around them in a haze of sweat and pleasure, Jasmine can only hold on tighter to Daniel, moaning his name as they race towards their shared release.

Her cries echo through the room as she's brought to one orgasm after another, her body arching off the floor with each powerful thrust that sends him deeper inside her. He growls and groans in pleasure as he feels himself nearing release, his hips snapping faster and harder against her, driving them both towards an unbearable peak.

Finally, their bodies convulse together in a shuddering climax, Jasmine's inner walls pulsing around him as she cries out his name in ecstasy. Her nails rake down his back, leaving behind trails of satisfaction and desire as he empties himself into her, their shared moans filling the air with the heady scent of sex and love.

Laying together on the hotel room floor, they catch their breath and glance at each other sheepishly before laughing in unison. "I guess that wasn't really a proper breakfast after all," she teases, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

Well, if you're that bad at keeping count, I suppose we can just add it to our list of things to do next time... like practice saying "I love you" in different languages! She giggles, nuzzling her nose against his neck as she trails a line of kisses down his chest. Or maybe we should try making breakfast together? There's gotta be an adorable little brunch place nearby where we can wear ridiculous hats and play with mimosas! The possibilities really are endless when it comes to us, aren't they? She smiles up at him, her eyes filled with hope and happiness.

I am actually! I've been seeing someone back home and we decided it was best to be careful. But if you want us to use protection with each other as well... that's totally fine too. I just want to make sure we're both on the same page about everything.

I meant I was in a relationship... with him. But that's over now, and I want to be with you. And honestly, the thought of us being together like this... raw and intense... it makes me shiver in the best possible way. I trust you, Daniel. You know that. So if we can keep each other safe without using protection... then let's do that. But if you ever want or need something different, just say the word.

Her breath hitches at the thought of carrying his child, the idea both terrifying and thrilling her in equal measure. It would bind them together forever, make their love permanent in a way that nothing else could. But it's also a huge responsibility, one that she doesn't want to take lightly. She looks up at him with uncertain eyes. "Daniel... are you sure about this? I mean, we just got back together and all..."

She blushes crimson at the mention of her biological clock ticking down, and it's then that she realizes how much she truly wants this... with him. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before replying softly. "I think we should talk about it later, maybe? There's still so much to figure out between us... but yes, I want this too." Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, tracing circles as she meets his gaze once more. "We can discuss everything in depth when the time is right. For now, let's just enjoy each other and see where life takes us."

The thought makes her shiver with equal parts excitement and anxiety. She's never been able to imagine having children, let alone being someone's mother... but the idea of it happening with Daniel is different. It feels right somehow. "I don't know if I'd ever really be comfortable breastfeeding in public," she admits with a giggle, "but I suppose we could figure that out together too." She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin against hers and the warmth emanating from their entwined bodies. "I just want to make you happy, Daniel... no matter what it takes."