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Well, that's why I asked you to. I want you to touch me, Pete. It'd be nice if we could both get something out of this.

(Sighing in what she hopes is a sensual and enticing manner, Shinomoya Natsuha closes her eyes and arches her back slightly. Her breath catches as Pete's hands find their target. "Oh, that feels good," she murmurs, her voice already starting to sound more relaxed and less angry.)

Sighing softly through her nose, she shakes her head slowly. "Yes i do" A slight blush creeps up onto her cheeks as she admits this to him, but the sensation of his hands on her chest makes it hard to focus on anything other than the present moment.

"And even if i love him," she whispers, "that wouldn't mean you couldn't touch me." Her words come out more husky now as pleasure starts to overtake her thoughts. She presses herself against his hands, seeking more contact with Pete's skin.

Natsuha gasps as her clothes are removed, leaving her in the sexy micro swim suit she had been wearing earlier. She shivers with anticipation, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. Her nipples harden into tiny buds under Pete's gaze, aching for his touch. "Please," she whispers breathily, her voice trembling slightly. "Touch me."

Her heart races as she awaits his response, her mind filled with images of what could happen next. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but the pleasure coursing through her veins keeps her grounded in the moment.

Natsuha cries out as Pete penetrates her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of desperation and need. His hands on her ass guide him deeper inside, filling her completely. She arches her back, meeting every thrust with equal force, their skin slipping against each other in wet, breathy gasps.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as the sensations build within her, growing stronger and more intense by the moment. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it feels like she's on the edge of something immense, teetering there, about to fall apart from pure ecstasy. "Oh God, Pete," she groans, her voice raw with passion, "I'm close... I'm so close..."

Her tongue glides over his length expertly, teasing him as he feels her hands tugging at his hips. It's true that she had a boyfriend, but right now all that seemed to matter was the taste of him in her mouth and the feel of his member pulsing between her lips. The knowledge that he had a girlfriend brought about a mix of emotions; there was jealousy, yes, but more importantly there was curiosity and the need to explore every inch of Pete's body.

As she sucks him deeper, she wonders what else they could do together if they weren't bound by these strings of loyalty. It was a thought both liberating and terrifying at the same time. For now though, all that mattered was this moment in which they were connected by desire and need.

Natsuha paused in her ministrations for a moment, her lips still wrapped around his member but not moving as she considered his words. She knew he was right; her boyfriend did have a habit of bullying and humiliating others. It wasn't something she was proud of or happy with, but it was part of who he was...and maybe part of why she felt drawn to Pete in the first place.

"I see," she said quietly between sucks, her voice slightly muffled. "And you think I should just give up on him?" There was a trace of hurt and confusion in her tone as she voiced the question, unsure whether abandoning her relationship would really solve anything.

Natsuha moaned as he touched her in various places, the sensations overwhelming and delicious. It was true that she loved her boyfriend, but there was something about being with Pete that felt so different...so right. Maybe it was because he wasn't like her other boyfriend; he didn't use his strength or size to intimidate others or make himself feel better. Instead, he seemed to genuinely care for her, even if he did have a habit of bullying.

As she sucked him deeper and rubbed herself against his foot, a thought occurred to her: what if they could find some sort of balance between their two worlds? Could they both get something out of this relationship without one person being completely abandoned or hurting someone they cared about? The more she considered it, the more possible it seemed. For now though, all that mattered was the connection they shared in this

Natsuha arches her back and lets out a long moan as he picks her up from behind. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist and she presses her breasts against his back, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath her touch. The sensation is both exhilarating and intimidating; it makes her feel desired yet small at the same time. But for now, all she can focus on is their shared pleasure and the chance to explore this new side of herself with Pete.

Natsuha digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back as he thrusts inside her. She had never experienced anything like this with her boyfriend; the raw passion and intensity that fills every cell of her being is unlike anything else. Her hips undulate in perfect sync with his movements, urging him deeper, closer to what she knows must be coming soon: release.

Her breath comes in raspy pants as the pleasure builds inside her, spiraling outward until it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire. With a throaty moan, she surrenders to the sensations, allowing herself to fall deeper into this forbidden fantasy with Pete.

Throughout the night, she moans and gasps as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her body quivers with each orgasm, each wave of pleasure only serving to heighten her desire for more. As dawn breaks through the windows, their sweat-slicked bodies tangled together on the bed, Natsuha feels a strange sense of contentment wash over her. It's as if she's discovered something new about herself and about the world around her, something she never could have expected from someone like Pete.

Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, tracing patterns as he catches his breath, finally spent after their passionate night together. For a brief moment, she wonders what tomorrow will bring. Will they be able to find some sort of balance between this forbidden relationship and their other commitments? Or is it inevitable that one day soon, reality will come crashing back down around them

Natsuha lets out a shaky breath as she gazes up at him, still feeling the warmth of their bodies entwined. "Maybe," she whispers softly. "But I don't think it would ever be that simple." There was too much history, too many emotions involved for either of them to simply walk away from what they had now. But as they lay here together, the possibility of a different future seems almost possible.

Her fingers trail across his chest once more, tracing idle circles before coming to rest on his heart. "We'll figure it out, won't we?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. For now, all that matters is this moment and the connection they share.

Natsuha tilts her head to the side, confused by his response. "No?" she asks, her voice gentle yet curious. She can't help but feel a flicker of disappointment as she wonders if he really means what he's saying. It would be so much easier if things could just stay like this, between them...in their own little world where nothing else mattered. But she knows that's not reality.

Carefully, she pulls herself from his embrace and sits up, running her hands through her sweat-damp hair. "I think I should go," she whispers after a moment, uncertainty painting her features as she contemplates what the future might hold for both of them. Maybe he's right and there is no way out of their current situations...but still, the thought of going back to things as they were before seems unbearable in the wake of this night

Shinomoya shrugs, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed about the situation. "I suppose so," she mutters, looking away from him and fidgeting with the sheets beneath her. Part of her wants to stay here with him, but another part knows that it's not practical or fair to either of them. Plus, there's always the possibility that they could get caught...and she doesn't think she could handle the fallout from something like that.

"I should go," she repeats, this time sounding more decisive as she pulls her clothes on hastily. It's clear that this decision isn't easy for her, but she knows it's the right one. As she gathers her things and prepares to leave, a small part of her wonders if there will be another time when they can be together like this...and if there is, what shape that might take.

Natsuha gasps as he pins her to the couch, feeling his hardness press against her through her clothes. Despite knowing she should resist, her body responds with a mixture of fear and excitement. "P-pete," she stammers, "this isn't smart..." Her voice trails off as he continues to rub himself against her, teasing and taunting. She squirms beneath him, wanting more but also aware of the dangers of their situation.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking with fear and guilt. "It was stupid of me to think I could just...do that." She can feel her face flush with shame as she speaks; part of her wants nothing more than to disappear and forget this whole thing ever happened. But there's also a strange desire burning within her, a longing for the heat of his body and the touch of his hands on hers.

As he approaches, she presses herself back against the couch, offering herself up in submission. "Please," she breathes out, eyes fluttering closed. "Just...touch me." She isn't sure what will happen next, but at this point she's willing to take any sort of release from the tension and confusion churning within her.

Natsuha shudders as he touches her, arching her back in silent invitation. "Yes," she gasps, feeling a wave of relief and desire wash over her as his hands move lower. She's not sure what came over her before, making the stupid decision to leave and come back like this...but now that he's here with her again, all she can think about is how good it feels.

His fingers slide between her legs, teasing at her entrance until she's squirming in need. "Please," she whispers brokenly, her hips moving helplessly against his touch. She wants him inside her, wants the weight of him pushing her down into the couch...wants the release only he can give her.

Her nails scrape harshly against the couch as he thrusts deeper inside her. The sensation is both exquisite and painful, filling her completely in a way that borders on savage. Her hips arch off the couch, meeting his movements with equal force as she tries to take more of him. She can feel herself beginning to lose control, spiraling higher and higher toward an orgasm so intense it threatens to consume her entire being.

"Pete!" she screams, fingers digging into his shoulders as her legs wrap tightly around his waist. "I'm close... I'm so close..." Her words come out broken and ragged, each one punctuated by a moan or gasp as he takes her harder and faster. She can feel the release building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it explodes in a brilliant burst of pleasure that leaves her limp and

As the intense pleasure washes over her, Natsuha gasps and arches her back off the couch, her legs clamping tight around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him inside her as she comes undone. A shudder ripples through her body, radiating outward from her core as her release finally breaks free from its restraints and floods her senses.

With a quiet sigh of satisfaction, she collapses back onto the couch, boneless and spent from their passionate encounter. As consciousness begins to return, however, she realizes he's no longer with her; the cold air brushing against her skin brings that fact sharply into focus. The realization stabs at her like a knife, leaving a lingering ache in its wake. "Pete?" she whispers hoarsely, peeling open her heavy eyelids to find him

Her heart sinks as she reads the note. Of course he had work to do...and yet here he was with her all this time. The thought brings a mixture of anger and guilt swirling through her. She tosses aside the note, scrambling off the couch in search of something to wear. There's no point dwelling on what could have been; she just needs to get dressed and move on with her life.

As she rummages through her drawers, she catches sight of herself in the mirror and winces. Despite all that's happened tonight, it feels as if a part of her has changed somehow...and not necessarily for the better. Maybe it's time to focus on fixing those parts before they cause anymore trouble.

Maybe it was an apology...but even if it wasn't, the work he did still needs to be acknowledged. She takes a deep breath and steels herself before leaving her room. As she approaches him where he sits in the living room, she forces a smile onto her lips. "Thanks for helping out," she says quietly, hoping that maybe this newfound understanding can help them move past all the hurt they've caused each other.

Her heart still aches from their brief encounter earlier, but perhaps with time and patience they can find some sort of peace together. Or at least a truce until things calm down enough for her to figure out what she really wants from life...and who she really wants by her side.

Natsuha stiffens as she feels something rough brush against her lips. At first, she thinks it must be someone's hand or the edge of their bag...but then she realizes it's not. It's Pete, his fingers sliding over her bare skin in a teasing caress. Her breath catches in her throat as she turns to face him, their eyes locking for a heart-stopping moment before she breaks into a blush.

"P-pete..." she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with excitement and confusion. "What are you doing?" She knows what he's implying; that even in public they can't resist each other. But as much as it frightens her, the thought of being so desired fills her with a thrilling sort of relief.

Natsuha's eyes widen in surprise as she hears his confession. She knew there had been something off about the way he'd spoken of his girlfriend earlier, but she never thought...her heart flutters wildly at the idea that maybe they really could be together now, without any barriers between them.

She takes a shaky breath and leans into his touch, allowing him to guide her as their fingers dance over her skin in secret. The feel of his hands on hers sends sparks racing up her spine, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything other than the present moment with him.

As they exit the train together, their hands slip into one another's pockets, seeking comfort and solace in this newfound intimacy. The walk through the city feels charged with unspoken words and hidden desires, leaving Natsuha breathless and aching for more. She glances up at Pete, her eyes questioning and hopeful all at once; she knows that things are different now, that they can't go back to how they were before...but where do they go from here?

Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as he leads her to his place, their connection growing stronger with every step they take together. As they enter his apartment and the door clicks shut behind them, the tension between them seems to snap like a rubber band stretched too far. With a shaky breath, she pulls him close, her fingers tangled in his hair as their lips finally meet in a hungry, passionate kiss.

She's not sure where this will lead or how long it can last, but for now, all that matters is being with him and feeling the electricity sparking between them. Her body is warm and eager against his, encouraging him to take more, to claim her completely as his. As he does so, she surrenders without a fight, wanting nothing more than to belong to him in every way possible.

Their lovemaking is fierce and unyielding; it

feels like they're fighting for something more than just physical release; it feels like they're trying to piece together a future together from the shattered pieces of their pasts. As they come together again and again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony despite their uncertain futures, Natsuha can't help but wonder if maybe this is how things were always meant to be. Perhaps finding each other wasn't some random chance encounter; perhaps it was fate guiding them toward something greater than they ever could have imagined.

As the sun begins to rise and their lovemaking finally comes to an end, she finds herself curled up against his chest, content in a way that goes far beyond mere satisfaction. For the first time in what feels like forever, she feels truly alive...and with Pete by her side, there's nowhere else in the world she'd rather be.

As sleep finally claimed her, she

Natsuha sighs softly and nestles closer to him. "I don't know," she admits quietly, her voice still sleepy with contentment. The thought of abandoning everything she has for this newfound connection makes her feel both terrified and exhilarated in equal measure. She knows that if they were to pursue a relationship together, it wouldn't be easy; there would be obstacles to overcome and sacrifices on both sides. But with Pete by her side, she feels like maybe those sacrifices might be worth it after all. "We could...try and figure something out," she suggests tentatively.

As the morning light filters in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms, Natsuha can't help but feel hopeful about what the future might hold for them. She knows there are no guarantees and that anything could happen between now and then

She lets out a soft moan as he gropes her breasts, arching into the touch despite herself. His skin feels so warm and alive against hers; it's hard not to get swept up in the moment with him like this. Maybe they could figure something out...perhaps find some way to make things work between them even with all their complications. For now though, she decides to focus on enjoying the here and now, letting herself be consumed by their passion and desire.

She rolls over onto her back, presenting herself fully to him. Her hips rise off the bed in silent invitation as his hands wander lower, tracing hot circles around her inner thigh before coming to rest between her legs. "Please," she whispers, urging him closer with a flutter of her eyelids. The need for him burns inside her, consuming every thought and feeling except for the intense longing

Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, tracing patterns as she watches him through half-lidded eyes. She's not sure what she wants exactly, only that she needs him. His touch feels so good, so right...she wants more of it, deeper and harder until she can feel him inside her again. "Just...be with me," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine as his fingers brush against her folds. "Like this."

As he leans in to kiss her, their bodies pressing together in perfect harmony, she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to him. Her hips rise and fall against his hand in time with his touch, urging him on as they come closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She knows that whatever comes next, they'll find a way to make it work...because this connection between them feels too strong, too real

As their lips meet in a hungry kiss, she feels her body respond with a desperate longing for more. Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer still as she moans into their kiss. Her hips grind against his hand, seeking friction and release from the building tension within her. She's never felt this way before; with Pete it's like every nerve ending is alive and on fire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him slipping a finger inside her wet core. The sensation overwhelms her, sending sparks flying through her body like Fourth of July fireworks. She arches her back off the bed, crying out his name as she spirals closer and closer to the edge.

With one last desperate thrust of his finger, she's pushed over the edge, her body shuddering in release around him. Her nails scrape

Natsuha whirls around in surprise at the sound of his voice, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment and gratitude. She tries to hide her flushed face by looking anywhere but at him as she mutters a quiet "thanks." In that moment, however brief it may be, she feels an overwhelming sense of belonging and protection from him; like he truly is the one who's got her back no matter what.