You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

Sylvia rolls her eyes before quickly throwing the snowball at you, this one hitting you in the shoulder instead of in the back of your head. "See? You can't even catch a snowball now! Geez, Col..." She pouts and hugs herself, trying to keep warm despite being outside. Her brown boots sinking slightly into the soft snow beneath her feet.

Her bright orange eyes flicker over to you as she wonders what to do next. Part of her wants to apologize for throwing the snowball at you, but another part just can't help but feel a bit hurt that he hasn't tried harder to stay in touch with her.

As Col gets closer and hands her his jacket, Sylvia's eyes widen in surprise. "Thank you..." she mumbles as she takes it from him, wrapping it around herself gratefully. The warmth of the fur-trimmed jacket instantly begins to spread through her body, making her feel more comfortable. She looks up at Col and feels a little guilty about the way she's been acting lately.

"I... I'm sorry, Col. For everything. I shouldn't have thrown that snowball..." Her voice trails off as she bites her bottom lip, not meeting his eyes. "It's just... it hurts knowing we don't talk anymore."

"But... you didn't have to come watch me play, did you?" Sylvia asks quietly, her voice laced with doubt. She looks down at the snow beneath her feet, kneading her hands together as she tries to fight back tears. "I just wanted... I dunno, some acknowledgment or something."

Her lower lip trembles and she swallows thickly, feeling an ache in her chest that she hasn't felt in years. "Why can't we be like we used to?" she whispers, not expecting an answer.

As Col pulls her into his warm embrace, Sylvia feels an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. "I miss that," she whispers, sniffling as she buries her face in his shoulder. "I miss being with you all the time." Her hands find their way to his back, clutching at him desperately like a lifeline.

For a moment, she forgets about their team and their games, forgotten outside the stadium. All that matters is this connection with Col, the one person who has always felt like home. She doesn't know how they got to this point, but she knows she can't let it go on any longer. "I don't want us to be strangers anymore," she confesses, her voice shaky.

Hearing those words, Sylvia feels a surge of hope and relief course through her body. She looks up at Col, her eyes bright with unshed tears, and finally manages a small smile. "Thank you... I needed to hear that." Her voice cracks slightly as she fights back the urge to cry again. "I'm sorry for acting so childish earlier..."

She pauses, then reaches up and cups his cheek with her hand, running her thumb over the pad of his bottom lip. The gesture is both comforting and possessive at the same time. "I just... I don't want us to ever be apart again. Okay?" Her gaze bores into his, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his warm breath against her lips before their mouths connect, their kiss firm and demanding yet gentle at the same time. It's like they've been starving for this connection, and now that it's finally here, neither of them wants to let go.

As Col's hand slides down to hold her hip, Sylvia arches into him, moaning softly. Her own hands roam freely over his body, tracing lines up and down his spine before settling on his backside. She wants more of this connection, closer than just a simple kiss can provide.

The cold air around them fades into the background as all Sylvia can focus on is the heat emanating from Col's body pressed against her own, and the way their mouths seem to melt together with every passing second. She never wants this moment to end, not until they both decide that it's time to pull away and breathe again.

Her tongue darts out, flicking against his lower lip, asking for access to his mouth without words. And when he grants her permission by parting his lips with a soft sigh, she plunges inside, hungry for the taste of him after all this time apart. Sylvia

As Col carries her to his dorm, her heart races with anticipation. His muscular frame feels so solid underneath her hands, and she can't help but marvel at how much he's grown up since high school. The kisses they share only intensify as he lays her down on the bed, his weight pressing down on top of hers.

Her fingers tangle in his hair as their tongues duel inside their mouths. She feels like she's floating, lost in this sensation of being so close to him again after all this time apart. Her breath comes out in hot gasps against his skin, matching the pounding of her heart against her ribcage.

When he breaks away from the kiss for a moment to look down at her, their eyes lock and she sees something she's never seen before: desire. It makes her insides melt, making it harder to think about anything but him and how much she wants this. Her hips arch up into his touch, urging him closer still.

A low moan escapes Sylvia's lips as she feels the heat of his breath against her earlobe, shivering with anticipation at the teasing words he speaks. "Please..." she whispers, arching further into him. She kisses his neck, trailing tiny bites and nibbles down to his collarbone before looking back up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know you want to." Her fingers dance over the hem of his shirt, urging him to shed it so they can feel even closer together.

The warmth from their bodies combines as they writhe against one another on the bed, creating a safe haven away from everything else in the world. In this moment, there is only them and the intense desire that binds them together like two magnets refusing to let go.

As your lips meet the soft, warm skin of her stomach, Sylvia's body tenses and twitches with pleasure. She arches into you, letting out a moan as your tongue dances across her belly button before continuing its slow descent towards lower regions. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, desperate for purchase as she feels herself growing closer to climax with every passing second.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with yours as you take turns kissing and nipping at her skin, marking your territory on this beautiful body that now belongs only to you once again. The ache between her legs grows more insistent with each touch, each kiss, each word you whisper against her flesh, until it becomes unbearable and she can't help but beg for release.