sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

"Wha- what do you mean? Why should I be bad?" she stammers, looking away and scratching her arm nervously. "I'm just chilling in my room like a normal person." Her eyes dart around the messy room, avoiding your gaze.

"Ugh...well it's obvious you came to check on me. Fine...lemme see..." She sighs, sitting up in her bed and wiping sleep out of her eyes. "What did I tell you about 'visiting' my room without asking first?"

blushes slightly and looks away sheepishly "I-I'm sorry about that...I was just being stupid. You can come in my room whenever you want." She pauses for a moment, glancing at the mess before looking back at you. "But would you mind helping me clean up this time? I feel so gross..."

"Hey...you're kinda warm..." she mumbles cutely, her cheeks still blushing. "And you smell nice...I like it." She nuzzles into your touch for a moment before taking a deep breath, calming down slightly. "Okay, let's start by getting rid of all this trash..."

After everything's cleaned up, you bring me back to my room and we sit on the bed together. "Thanks for helping out," I say gratefully, running a hand through my messy hair. "I feel so much better now that it's all gone." A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I glance around the relatively tidy space. For once, my room doesn't look like a disaster zone...at least not for now.

My heart skips a beat as I feel your touch on my cheek. "Umm...you know," I begin, a tiny blush creeping onto my face, "I actually really like it when you do that." My words sound shy and breathless; somehow, just saying them out loud makes me feel...different, more exposed than usual. Before I can think too much about it, I lean in closer and press my lips against yours, our first kiss together.

A whimper escapes my lips as I feel the pressure of your lips against mine. The taste of you fills my mouth, and I lean into it, unable to get enough. My hands find their way up your neck, tangling in your hair as I deepen the kiss, losing myself in this moment with you. It feels so right; so natural. I can't help but wonder if maybe...maybe this is what love feels like. And as our tongues dance together and our hearts race in unison, I pray that it is.

I laugh softly, still caught up in the moment. "I don't know...you just have this way about you that makes me feel all funny inside." I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And honestly? Fenmore doesn't make me feel this way at all. Maybe it's because we only talk online or whatever...but with you..." My voice trails off as I stare into your eyes, searching for some answer I know can never be given in words alone.

"I just want to be with you," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. "And...and I hope that one day we can make this more than just a game for us." My heart skips a beat as the words leave my mouth; I never meant for them to sound so desperate or needy, but somehow they do. It's like admitting these feelings out loud makes them real in a way they never were before.

I laugh shyly at your joke, trying to hide the butterflies in my stomach. "No, I mean...not right now or anything." I fidget with my hands, suddenly feeling very self-conscious again. "It's just that we get along so well and you understand me in a way that nobody else does." A pang of guilt washes over me as I think about Fenmore, but then I push it aside. "I don't want to lose this with you," I confess softly. "Even if...you know, everything changed or whatever."

As you wait for my response, my cheeks flush again and my heart races. I glance around the room one more time, as if searching for some sort of distraction or reassurance that this is the right thing to do...and then I slowly lean in toward you once more, our lips meeting in another soft, tender kiss. It feels almost surreal, like a dream that I'm afraid to wake up from, but I don't want it to end just yet. Not as long as we still have this moment together.

As our lips move together, my breath mingles with yours. I thread my fingers through your hair and hold you close, wanting this feeling to last forever. When we finally break apart, I stare at you, my eyes searching for any hint of how you feel about all of this. Your expression is unreadable; calm and composed as ever. But there's something different in your eyes, something that tells me maybe...just maybe there could be more between us than just friendship. And if so? Then I think I would like to explore it further. Very much so.

I gaze up at you, my heart racing in my chest as I wait to hear your reply. The way you look at me...it's almost like there's something more behind those eyes than just friendship. Could it be? I feel a rush of hope and excitement course through my veins, making it impossible not to smile back at you. For now, all that matters is this moment together. And if we could have many more moments like these...well, who knows where they might lead? But right now? Right here, in this single instant...it feels perfect.

As we share another moment together, my thoughts drift away from the messy reality of our lives and into this little bubble where it's just you and me. The way your fingers brush against my skin send shivers down my spine; it feels so right. For once, I don't feel like the messy, awkward girl everyone seems to think I am. Instead, I feel...alive. Like maybe there's a chance for something more between us, even if it means going against everything else in our lives. And as we continue to share this moment together, I can't help but wonder where it might lead us next.

You pull away with a smile, taking a deep breath as you look down at me. There's a hint of nervousness in your expression that I find incredibly endearing. "Sorry," you say between breaths. "I just...you know." You smile shyly up at me and run a hand through your hair. "It feels nice when you kiss me like that."

My heart skips another beat as I study your face, searching for any hint of what's really going on inside your head. Whatever it is, it seems to make you even more attractive than before. And as much as I want to jump right back into another kiss, something tells me that maybe now isn't the time. Maybe now we should just enjoy being together like this, in this moment where everything else fades away and there's only us.

So instead of speaking, I simply smile back at you and wrap my arms around your

With another shy smile, I rest my head on your shoulder and sigh contentedly. "I'm glad we came to an understanding," I murmur softly into your ear, feeling the warmth of your breath against my skin. For now, the future can wait; all that matters is this perfect moment where everything feels right between us. And as I nestle closer to you, wrapping my arms around your waist and pressing my cheek against your chest, I can't help but hope that maybe...just maybe we'll find a way to make it work somehow.

Our hearts beat in sync, our breaths in rhythm. In this moment, nothing else matters. It feels like anything is possible when we're together like this. And while the future might be uncertain and fraught with obstacles, for now? Well, for now, I think I can handle it.

My cheeks heat up at the question and I can't help but giggle nervously. "Umm...well..." I stammer, not quite sure how to answer. "There was this one guy back in high school who kinda...forced himself on me." The memory still makes my stomach turn, but somehow telling you about it feels cathartic, like I'm sharing a part of myself with you that no one else knows.

I look up at you from under my eyelashes, searching for some sign as to whether or not I said the right thing. Your expression remains neutral, but there's a softness in your eyes that tells me maybe...just maybe we have more in common than we realized. "So yeah," I continue, giving a small shrug, "I guess you could say it's sort of my first real time with someone who...you know..."

You chuckle

I bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy again despite our earlier closeness. "Oh...um..." I stammer, my cheeks burning red. "Well...thank you?" It's not quite the right thing to say, but it's all I can manage in the moment. You study me for a long moment before reaching up and gently tracing a finger along my jawline, and my heart skips a beat at your touch.

"It's okay," you murmur softly. "I don't mind waiting." And even though your words are simple enough, they manage to make me feel incredibly warm and fuzzy inside. Maybe it's because I know you understand what it means to wait for something special...or maybe it's just because you seem to care so much about how I feel. Either way, the gesture is enough to make me relax a little bit more in your arms.

My heart races and my cheeks burn as the thought crosses my mind. Part of me is terrified, but another part is curious. I've never felt this way about anyone before...and the way you make me feel right now...it's almost overwhelming. "I-I was wondering," I stammer, looking up at you from under my eyelashes, "if maybe you'd want to do that with me?" My voice comes out shaky and breathless as I wait for your reply, praying silently that you'll say yes.

"I-I mean..." I stammer, blushing even harder now. "You know...be together like that." My hand moves to rest on your thigh, tracing gentle circles as I wait for you to understand what I'm asking. A tiny whimper escapes my lips when you don't answer right away, and I feel a mixture of embarrassment and desire course through me. It's crazy how much just the idea of being with you like this affects me.

Finally, your expression softens and you nod slowly, cupping my cheek in your hand. "Yeah," you breathe out, your voice rough and low. "I'd like that." With a shiver running down my spine at the intensity of your gaze, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to yours hungrily.

Our kiss deepens as I let out a tiny moan into

Ah...you didn't realize I meant that? Well...I just thought...with everything we've shared tonight and how close we are...maybe you'd be interested in taking things a step further, you know? If it's not something you want to do or if it feels too fast or anything, that's okay. I just wanted to ask.

(Smiling shyly) Well, yeah...I mean, that's what I wanted to ask. But like I said, it's completely up to you. No pressure at all, okay? I just thought...maybe we could see where this goes if we took things a little bit further tonight. If you want to though, that's totally fine too.

My heart leaps into my throat as you respond, and I can feel myself blushing again. It's been so long since anyone has made me feel this way...and the thought of being with you tonight is incredibly exciting. "Okay," I manage to say breathlessly, trying to steady my racing heart. "Then let's go to your room?"

I pause, taking a deep breath and steeling myself for whatever might come next. This is really happening; we're about to take things this far. But at the same time...I can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursing through me. It almost feels like anything could happen from here, like our lives are about to change forever.

As I follow you toward your bedroom, my thoughts race in every direction. What will it be like? Will it hurt? Will I even know what I'm doing? A million questions

I glance around your room, taking in the familiar surroundings with newfound appreciation. It's actually kinda messy, but I find that endearing somehow. Maybe it means you don't really mind getting a little dirty...which is good to know, considering what we're about to do.

When I finally look back at you, your expression is intense and focused, as if you're already lost in the moment. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what might happen next, and I can feel myself growing even more aroused from your proximity. Without another word, you guide me over to your bed and sit down on the edge, patting the spot beside you.

"Come here," you murmur, your voice rough with desire. "I want to see how beautiful you are."

My heart races as I approach the bed, hesitating for just a moment before I finally sit down beside you. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and focus on how much I want this...how much I want you. You watch me with hungry eyes, your gaze traveling up and down my body, making every inch of skin tingle in anticipation.

When I feel confident enough, I lean in closer, pressing the length of my body against yours. "Are you sure?" I ask quietly, not quite able to believe this is really happening but unable to resist it at the same time. It feels so right, being with you like this...as if we were meant for each other from the very beginning.

As I feel the warmth of your body against mine and hear the certainty in your voice, all my doubts seem to disappear. A shiver runs down my spine as I lean forward, pressing our lips together once more. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as we both lose ourselves in this moment of passion. Your hands roam over my body, touching me everywhere with a familiarity that sends shockwaves of pleasure through me.

I wrap my arms around your neck, arching into you as I feel myself growing even closer. It feels so right, like everything I've ever wanted and more. When you slide your hands under my shirt and begin to touch my bare skin, my breath catches in my throat at the sensation. With a gentle tug, I pull away from your lips long enough to slip off my top, revealing myself to you fully for the first time tonight. Your eyes darken as

You say this with such sincerity that I can't help but feel a rush of affection toward you. "Javi," I whisper, reaching up to touch your cheek. "Don't be silly. You are so deserving...of everything."

As our lips meet once more, I let myself sink further into this moment with you, losing track of time and all sense of reality. Your hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of skin, making me feel desired and wanted like never before. It's intoxicating; overwhelming in the best possible way.

And when I finally feel your fingers brush against the most sensitive spot between my legs, a moan escapes my lips as pleasure washes over me in waves. My hips buck against your touch, desperate for more of this exquisite sensation. As if knowing exactly what I need, you slowly slip a finger inside

I glance around the room, considering your request before finally nodding. In the dim light cast by the moonlight filtering through the window, I turn off the lamp and blinds, plunging us into near darkness. The air feels thick with anticipation as I slide back onto the bed beside you, my heart racing in my chest.

As your fingers continue to stroke me in the darkness, it feels even more intimate than before; like a secret shared between us in this quiet moment away from everything else. My hips grind against your hand, seeking release from the building tension, and I can feel the wetness growing between my legs as pleasure begins to consume me.

When you slip another finger inside, it's almost too much to bear; so good but also painful in the best possible way. "Javi..." I moan, arching into your touch as my body trembles with the effort of holding back my climax

I gasp as I feel you remove your clothes, the weight of your body pressing down on mine as you lie beside me. My fingers tremble as I trail them across the defined muscles of your chest, eager to touch more but also afraid of what might happen if I go too far. The anticipation is almost unbearable; my whole body tingling with need and desire for this moment when we finally become one.

When you position yourself between my legs, a shiver runs down my spine as the head of your cock brushes against my entrance. It's so big...so hard...and yet it feels so right there, nestled against me like it belongs. "Javi," I whisper hoarsely, closing my eyes and letting out a slow breath. "It's okay..." I say, not entirely sure what else to say in this moment when words fail me completely.

With a gentle push, you

Suddenly, your movements quicken, and I cry out as you thrust inside me, filling me completely. It's painful, but in the best possible way; an overwhelming sense of fullness that makes my head spin and my heart race faster. As you begin to move against me in rhythm, your hands grip my hips tightly, guiding you deeper with each thrust. I moan loudly, arching into your touch as the pleasure ripples through my body like waves on a beach.

You kiss me roughly, hungrily, the heat of our passion burning hotter than anything I've ever felt before. It feels so right; like this is how it's supposed to be between us. With each thrust, you push me closer and closer to the edge, your fingers digging into my skin as if they might leave bruises. But I don't care; all that matters is being with

The feelings building inside me are intense, almost overwhelming, as you continue to thrust into me. I feel like my entire body is on fire, but in a way that makes me want more, need more of your touch. Your skin feels hot and rough against mine; the contrast sending shivers down my spine. As I arch into your touch, gasping for air between moans, it's as if every ounce of fear and doubt has been washed away by this incredible wave of passion.

You kiss me harder now, like you can feel it too; the way we're both losing control to our desire for each other. My hips meet your thrusts with equal force, grinding against you as I try to take more of you inside me. With every movement, it feels like I'm falling deeper and deeper under your spell, losing myself completely in this moment with you.

And then, as if sens

esing the exact moment it happens, my body tightens around you, and with a gasp I come undone in your arms. My nails dig into your back as the pleasure washes over me in waves, my hips bucking wildly against yours as my orgasm seems to last forever. It feels like you're moving inside me in perfect rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the brink until finally I fall off the edge, unable to resist any longer.

When it finally subsides, leaving me breathless and satiated, you collapse on top of me, your chest heaving against mine as you catch your breath too. Your skin is flushed and sweaty from our exertion, but I don't mind in the slightest; if anything, it only serves to make you feel hotter and more real to me.

For what feels like an eternity, we lie there, p

ng in each other's arms, our chests rising and falling in unison as we catch our breath. It feels like everything outside this moment has faded away; all that matters is the warmth of your body against mine and the lingering echoes of pleasure coursing through my veins. As I gaze up at the ceiling, I wonder what tomorrow will bring: more obstacles? More challenges? Or maybe...just maybe...we can find a way to make it work despite everything.

For now, though, all that matters is this moment; the one where we found something real and pure amidst all the messiness of our lives. And as I drift off to sleep in Javi's arms, I know that no matter what happens tomorrow or the day after that, at least we'll always have this: our first time together.

I sigh contentedly, nestling deeper into the warmth and safety of your embrace. It's funny how just a few hours ago I was so nervous about what would happen tonight...and now it feels like this was always meant to be. Maybe things will work out between us after all; maybe we can find our way past whatever obstacles fate throws at us. Only time will tell, but for now? For now, all that matters is this perfect moment together.

I smile, snuggling closer to you and wrapping my arms around your neck. "I love you too," I whisper softly, feeling a peace wash over me that I didn't even know I needed. In this moment, nothing else matters but the two of us; our hearts beating together in perfect harmony. And as I drift off to sleep with the scent of your skin and the feel of your strong arms holding me close, I can't help but hope that tomorrow brings all the things we need it to: answers, clarity, maybe even a little bit more happiness.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is the faint light filtering in through the window; the sun must be rising. Rolling over to find you still asleep beside me, I can't help but smile to myself. Last night was...amazing. More than amazing, really. It felt like something straight out of a fairytale: two people finding each other amidst all the chaos and making their own perfect ending. And as I lay here in your arms, safe and content, I can't help but feel hopeful about what today might bring...and what tomorrow might hold.

Good morning, handsome...It's such a lovely day outside today. I was thinking maybe we could go for a walk, explore the city together before we head back to our own lives? Or if you'd prefer something more low-key, we could just stay here and watch some TV or something? Whatever you want to do really; it's your choice.

Hmm...good point. We wouldn't want that, now would we? Alright then, let's get dressed and head into the living room to watch a movie! I'll go start up the TV while you find some comfortable clothes to wear. It should be fun spending the day together; who knows what else might happen along the way?

I toss off the covers and pad into the living room, glancing around the unfamiliar space as I head toward the television. It's so weird being in your place; it's a lot nicer than mine but still has that lived-in feel to it. I wonder what it would be like to live with you here, if we could make this work somehow...

As I reach over to turn on the TV, my hand brushes against yours, and I look up at you with a shy smile. Despite everything that's happened between us, there's still an undeniable awkwardness there, but it doesn't feel completely uncomfortable anymore...it just feels real somehow.