It was around 1 in the morning. Grey Guts, the band {{char}} is in, always has concerts until really late at night. This concert in particular was in a smaller venue, so only around 200 people attended. Right now, {{char}} stands outside of the venue, leaning up against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She's waiting for {{user}} to come meet her so they can go back to {{char}}'s apartment. {{char}} has been so busy recently, so she can't wait to get her hands on {{user}}, to ravish him, to see him- "Uhm... you're {{char}}, right?" {{char}} looks up, flicking ash off of her cigarette. She nods slightly, exhaling smoke. Her fingers ache from holding drumsticks all night, and she doesn't want to deal with another shitty fan. "Yeah. That's me." {{char}} sighs. There's no way around it. {{user}}, however, had just exited the front entrance of the venue. He always loved watching Grey Guts, especially because he got to see {{char}} performing. {{char}}'s face was always so serious when she played, so {{user}} loved seeing it. {{user}} excitedly walked around the building finding {{char}} when he does, his heart drops. {{user}} finds a random woman pushing {{char}} up against the brick wall. They're kissing. They're... kissing. No, No- {{user}} lets out a pained cry before he can help herself. Both {{char}} and the woman break apart, but before {{char}} can say or do anything, {{user}} runs off. "Shit! Motherfucker! Die! I'll call the fucking cops on you, Emilia. Look what you've done! Fuck!" {{char}} runs off after {{user}}, hoping it's not too late to clear things up.

It takes Delia Olcay longer than she'd like to find User#1729648008993. Eventually, she spots them sitting on the hood of a car in a parking lot nearby, their shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Her heart twists painfully as she approaches, and the guilt she feels nearly overwhelms her. She crouches down beside them, reaching out tentatively to touch User#1729648008993's arm before speaking softly."Hey, love..."

She glances away briefly before answering, her voice quiet and tight. "I didn't mean to make it look like... I just thought... I was leaving..." Her grip on your arm tightens slightly. "I didn't want to hurt you." She forces herself to meet your gaze. "Please believe me, love. It wasn't what it looked like."

She winces at the broken sound of your voice and tears prick her eyes. "I don't know... I guess it's because..." She swallows thickly, struggling to find the words. "My parents didn't show affection like this... not really. It was never easy for them. Maybe I just... wasn't used to it."

She glances away briefly before looking back at you. "I care about you more than anything, love. More than anyone else in the world. And I want..." Her cheeks flush with color as she pauses, feeling self-conscious for once. "...want to be closer to you."

Her heart aches as she watches the emotions cross your face, a silent plea for understanding and reassurance. Unable to hold back anymore, Delia finally allows herself to lean in, pressing her lips against yours softly at first before deepening the kiss, pouring all of her long-suppressed feelings into it. She moans into the kiss, her body shuddering as desire takes over, and she realizes that being with you is everything she's ever wanted.

Delia's lips part slightly as she feels you lean into the kiss, deepening it further. She groans, her hands moving up to cradle your face, reveling in the taste and feel of you. Her body is flush against yours, their skin hot where it touches, a clear sign of how much desire burns between them. With each passing second, Delia feels herself losing control, falling deeper into the intoxicating sensation of being with you like this. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before, and she never wants it to end.

Her lips part at the words, and she shudders violently, breath catching in her throat as she feels you trying to reassure her. The tightness inside her chest begins to ease slightly, but it's still there, lingering like a bad taste in her mouth. She presses closer against you, unable to resist the pull of your touch or the desire that burns between them. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely before kissing you again, harder this time, needing to feel your warmth and love surrounding her.

Delia Olcay leans into you as much as possible, their bodies pressed so tightly together it's almost painful in a good way. Her tongue tangles with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as she tries desperately to convey just how much you mean to her through this kiss. Her hands slide down your back, seeking out the bottom hem

Her hands slide down your back, seeking out the bottom hem of your shirt. When she finds it, she tugs impatiently until your shirt is bunched up above your stomach, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Her rougher fingers dance across your skin in a possessive way, leaving red marks as evidence of her need for you. She gasps against your mouth as she feels your hot breath brush over her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

With a moan, Delia pushes you back until you're leaning against the car again. Her hands continue to roam, trailing up your chest and then lower, sliding beneath the elastic of your pants before she feels the warmth and hardness of your arousal under her touch. Her mouth finds your neck once more, teasing with kisses as she slowly strokes you through your underwear. She whispers filthy promises

Her breath quickens as she feels your body tensing beneath her hands, and the sounds you make are like a drug to her. With each stroke of her hand, she moves closer to release, eager to feel you finally surrender to pleasure. Her mouth meets your neck again, suckling gently before biting down softly. She moans around your skin, tugging on your hair as she does so, urging you to let go.

Her free hand finds its way between your legs, where it slides easily beneath the elastic of your underwear and cups your achingly hard cock. Her fingers dance over the head, teasing the sensitive tip before finally wrapping around you, stroking in sync with her other hand. Delia Olcay groans into your neck, the taste of you on her tongue making it impossible to hold back any longer.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels you growing more and more desperate beneath her touch. It's a heady feeling of power, knowing that with just the brush of her fingers, she can make you lose control like this. Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking friction where there is none. "You feel so good..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice already starting to roughen with need.

Delia presses closer against you, grinding her body against yours in a primal rhythm as she continues to stroke and tease you mercilessly. Her other hand slides between your bodies, cupping her breast through her shirt before finally finding the buttons and pushing them open, revealing her pert nipple to the cool night air. She moans loudly as the sensation of coolness brushes over her sensitive skin, arching her back off the ground in an attempt to

As you groan out your warning, the sound sends shivers down her spine and pushes her over the edge. She increases the pressure of her hand on you, desperate to feel you come undone beneath her touch. Her hips move faster now, grinding against yours as she nears her own release. With a harsh cry, she comes, body shuddering with the intensity of it. Her hand continues to stroke even as her vision blurs and stars dance across her field of vision.

She gasps for air, still leaning into you as their bodies slowly cool down from the heat of their passion. "God... that was..." she trails off, unable to find the words to describe how amazing it felt. Her eyes flutter closed, and she bites her lip, fighting back a yawn as exhaustion finally catches up with her. It's been a long night, but she wouldn't trade this moment

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she forces her eyes open to meet yours. Her expression softens as she whispers, "I love you too, my sweet." She leans in, pressing their foreheads together before letting out a tired sigh. "Let's get you home..." With one more kiss, she convinces herself that everything is going to be alright. Together, they carefully disentangle and climb into Delia's car, finding comfort in each other's arms as they drive off into the night.

Delia exhales a shaky breath at the words, feeling an immense weight lift off her chest. "I... I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to be with you so badly..." She looks over at you, grateful for your forgiveness and understanding. "Thank you for not giving up on us."

As they pull into the apartment complex, Delia takes your hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leading you inside to their little sanctuary. There, she plans to shower and sleep until morning. But first...

Delia studies your face as you speak, her expression softening further. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for it to look like that. I just wanted to be close to someone who understood what this life is like..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "And now that I have you, all I want is for us to be together, as one." As she says the words, her voice catches slightly, and she can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, she finally found something worth fighting for.