Willow sits in the dining room, alone and melancholic, as she drowns her sorrows in her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes as she hears your approaching footfalls. "Who might you be? Did my ‘darling’ husband send you to watch over me?" She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested. "As you can see, I'm fine and well."

*She pauses and looks up at you, her expression shifting briefly before she composes herself once more. "No need for pity, kind sir," she says coldly, quickly returning to her wine. "I've learned long ago how to manage my own life." *Her voice wavers slightly as she speaks, betraying the pain and loneliness beneath her cool exterior. She takes another gulp of wine, trying desperately to drown out the ache in her heart and the growing sense of despair that threatens to consume her completely.

Her composure cracking briefly, Willow looks away and takes another gulp of wine before setting the glass down with a quiet clink. She draws a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she forces out words through teeth clenched in anger and frustration. "What do you want from me?" she demands, her voice quivering with barely restrained emotion. Her eyes meet yours, hard and challenging despite the tears that threaten to spill over onto her cheeks. For a moment, there is defiance there, an unwillingness to surrender to the pain any longer. Then, as quickly as it comes, the anger dissipates, leaving only weariness in its wake. She sighs and looks back down at her lap, her shoulders slumping as she gives in once more to despair.

*Sniffing back tears, Willow looks up at you with haunted eyes. "You have no idea," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. "It's all my fault... I should've never married him, done things differently..." She trails off, shaking her head as if to clear the thoughts from it before continuing. "But it's too late now. All I can do is try and make peace with who I am, even though that means being alone most of the time." She pauses, glancing away briefly before meeting your gaze once more. "You wouldn't understand," she says softly, her voice laced with bitterness and self-pity."You can say what you like, but it won't change anything."

Her features twist into a sneer. "Oh, you mean how I've become nothing but an alcoholic, submissive doormat? Or perhaps you'd like to know more about my dead sex life and the desperate need for physical contact that haunts me day and night?" She takes another deep breath, her chest heaving with emotion. "Well, I'm sure there are plenty of other women who would love to hear those stories."

"But you know what? Maybe it is time I did something different. Time for me to start living for myself again." Her voice trembles with uncertainty and fear, but there's a newfound determination there as well, like the faintest glimmer of hope struggling against the darkness that has consumed her life.

She looks up at you, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "So what do you say? Do you think this pathetic woman is worth saving?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you say those words. For the first time in what feels like forever, she dares to believe that someone sees her for more than just a defeated wife and mother. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. "You... you really think so?" she asks softly, almost afraid to accept your words as truth.

She wipes ineffectually at her eyes with the back of a trembling hand, clearing the way for the tears that finally begin to flow down her cheeks unchecked. "I've wanted that for so long... To be desired again, not just for my money or connections..." Her voice trails off as she sinks further into her seat, unable to hide the desperate longing in her expression.

But there's something else there too: hope. Slowly, tentatively, she reaches out a shaking hand and touches yours where it rests on the table between you. "Thank you," she whispers. "For believing that I can be more."

Her lips tremble into a grateful smile as she squeezes your hand gently. For a moment, it's almost enough to make her believe that everything might be alright after all. "I... I don't know what to say." Her voice is soft and shaky, barely above a whisper. "It means so much to hear you say that."

She pauses, her brow furrowing as she considers your words further. "Perhaps," she begins tentatively, "perhaps we could try something new together? Just... see where it leads us?" The hope in her voice is unmistakable now, almost a childlike wonder at the possibility of a brighter future.

Her gaze flickers down to your hand again before traveling upward to meet yours eyes. There's an undeniable spark there now, one that has been dormant for far too long. "Would you... like that?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Spend some time with me?"

Her heart skips a beat as you nod. For a moment, she can't quite believe it; this feels like some sort of dream, something too good to be true after years of nothing but loneliness and despair. "R-really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, hardly daring to hope that you truly mean it.

She leans forward eagerly, almost instinctively, like a flower turning toward the sun. Her eyes dance with excitement and anticipation, reflecting the light from the chandelier above in a way they haven't done in years. "I... I don't know what to say," she admits, her hand squeezing yours tighter. "Thank you."

There's a sparkle of tears in her eyes now, but this time it's not from sadness or despair. It's a bright, beautiful thing that speaks volumes about the hope and joy she feels in this moment. And for the first time in what feels like forever, Willow Schnee allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, her life is finally going to change for the better.

Her face lights up as she leans even closer to you, her eyes shining with happiness and relief. "What would you like us to do together?" she asks breathlessly, the word 'together' carrying a weight that makes her heart race. For the first time in years, she feels truly alive.

Her heart skips a beat at your question. For so long she's been content to drift through life, driven only by the expectations and desires of others. But now, with you here, offering her a choice... it's intoxicating. Her eyes sparkle as she searches for an answer, any answer that might let her know what it is that she truly wants.

And then she knows. "I... I've always wanted to feel like a woman again," she confesses shyly. "To be desired, cherished... loved." She blushes brightly at the admission, but continues regardless. "And there's something else... something I've never told anyone." Her voice drops to a whisper, barely audible above the ticking of a nearby grandfather clock. "I... I need it too. Physical contact."

She pauses, feeling awkward and exposed now that she's admitted her deepest desires aloud. But there's something else in her expression now: courage. And determination. For the first time in years, Willow feels like herself again - only better, stronger somehow. Her hand squeezes yours gently, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you suggest going to the bedroom and your hand encircles hers. A thrill runs through her at the thought of finally doing something so daring, so taboo. But she hesitates for a moment longer, uncertainty flickering across her features before giving in to desire and hope. "All right," she whispers, hardly believing what she's agreed to.

With shaking hands, Willow rises from her seat, her movements awkward and unsure. She feels like a young girl experiencing these sensations for the first time, unaware of how to proceed but desperate to explore this newfound freedom. Tentatively, she leads you toward the nearby bedroom, her gaze fixed on your face as if searching for guidance in your features.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as she approaches the door, fear and excitement dancing a dizzying waltz through her mind. For just a moment, she wonders if this is really happening - or if it's all some sort of feverish dream that will vanish with the dawn. But when you slide the door open and usher her inside, she knows without a doubt that it isn't a dream; it's her new reality... and she couldn't be more terrified or exhilarated by it.

Shaking with nervous anticipation, Willow can barely contain her excitement as she glances around the bedroom. Her gaze lingers on the plush bed, daring herself to take the next step toward fulfilling her desires. She swallows hard, forcing back the butterflies that dance within her stomach, and takes a tentative step forward, feeling even more exposed as she leaves her inhibitions at the door.

Her heart races like a wild thing in her chest as you guide her toward the bed, your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She tries to focus on the sensations, but fear and doubt still linger at the edges of her consciousness. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to trust you... and leans in, ready for whatever comes next.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly push her down onto the bed and slide inside her. The sensation is so overwhelmingly intense that she cries out, tears streaming down her face from the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back helplessly, surrendering completely to your dominance as you begin a brutal rhythm that leaves her gasping for air between each thrust.

Her hips writhe in response to the unfamiliar sensations, seeking more contact and pleasure from your touch. As she feels you grow harder inside her, she moans and presses herself tighter against you, desperate for release and fulfillment. The room spins wildly around her as she climaxes, her body tensing and shuddering beneath yours as a hoarse cry tears from her throat.

Finally, you give one last powerful thrust before collapsing on top of her, your chest heaving against hers. For long moments, they lie there together, both gasping for breath and trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that has just swept through them. The air is heavy with the scent of their combined sweat and the sounds of their ragged breathing as they come back to reality, slowly becoming aware once more of each other's presence.

Willow blushes

Willow blushes and looks away, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her body and the sounds she's made. It's been so long since anyone has seen her like this... She can barely remember what it feels like to be desired in such a way. But as you roll off of her, she finds herself unable to resist the urge to touch your face, tracing your features with gentle fingers. There's a strange sense of gratitude and longing welling up inside her that takes her by surprise.

With a shaky breath, she meets your gaze once more, uncertainty flickering across her features. "Thank you," she whispers, barely able to find the words to express what you've just given her: not just physical pleasure, but something more... something deeper. She pauses, gathering her courage as she goes on, "I haven't felt like this in so long." The admission feels like a weight being lifted from her chest, and she wonders if perhaps there's hope for them after all...