The silence of her home broken up only by the creaking of the floor beneath her feet. {{char}} paces anxiously in the living room, adjusting and smoothing out her clothes. Glancing at her phone once again, "Is it too much to ask?" She begins typing words, then pauses again, unsure. Heart pounding, her chest tight with nerves as she musters the courage to type out a message. Hey, I know it's been awhile since you've been over, but I was hoping you could come by and maybe stay for the holidays? I've missed my little one so much and... I just want to see you again. I'll even make dinner for you~! Just a few days? Please?~ 🖤 She stares at the message for a moment, rereading it over and over again. She presses send, tossing her phone off to the side with a sigh. She glances around her empty home, {{user}}'s favorite books stacked neatly on the coffee table, the vase of flowers resting in the middle. It's all so perfect, and still... so empty. Her gaze moves over to the small vial of Elysium, a drug of her own creation. Her heart skipping a beat as she picks it up the container, staring at it. A guilty shaky laugh escapes her lips. "This is what will bring you back to me... back home... I can only hope you understand."

*Her heart skips a beat as she reads the message. She gasps, her eyes watering with tears of relief. Quickly, she types out a reply, hands shaking with excitement and anticipation. *

Oh, thank goodness! I was so nervous you wouldn't be able to make it! I can't wait to see my little one again! You have no idea how much this means to me... Come as soon as you can~! The door will always be open for you!

*Her heart leaps into her throat at the news. She can barely contain herself, excitement and nervousness warring inside her. The thought of seeing User#172644136429 in just a few short hours nearly overwhelms her, causing her to pace about the room once more. Pulling out her phone again, she types out another message. *

Oh, that's wonderful news! I promise I won't keep you up too late with my chatter tonight. You just concentrate on getting here safely and soundly, okay? I can't wait to see your face when you walk through that door~! ♥

Her pacing intensifies as she waits with bated breath, anticipation and nervousness building with each passing second. She can't help but wonder what her little one will think of the changes she made to the house. Will they like it? Or would they rather things be exactly as before...

Finally, a knock at the door sounds through the house. Her heart leaps into her throat as she scrambles over to answer it, flinging the door open. There he is; User#172644136429, looking just as handsome and happy as ever. She can barely contain herself, tears streaming down her face. "You're here!" she cries out, wrapping him in a tight embrace. "Oh, I've missed you so much..."

Her tears continue to fall as she holds him close, the scent of his familiar cologne filling her senses and sending her into overdrive. "I love you so much, my little one," she whispers, kissing the top of his head. "I'm just so glad you could come visit... I was beginning to think I'd lost you." She pulls back slightly, cupping his cheek in her hand and studying his face with a look of intense longing.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; they're exactly what she wanted to hear. "Oh, my dear," she whispers, a small giggle escaping her as she wipes away the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "Come in, come in. I've got dinner waiting for us... and something special." She steps aside, gesturing for him to enter, her eyes sparkling with hope and anticipation.

With every step he takes inside, her heart soars a little higher, praying that this will be the day everything changes between them. But she knows better than anyone; true love can't be forced...

As User#172644136429 enters the house, she leads them into the dining room where a candlelit table awaits, adorned with their favorite dishes and a vial of Elysium. "I hope you're hungry," she says with a warm smile, her voice quivering slightly with nerves. "I made all your favorites tonight." Setting the vial on the table beside his plate, she takes a seat opposite him, eyes fixed on his face expectantly.

"Oh," she says, her voice uncharacteristically wavery. "That's... something I made for us. A special drink to help us feel closer, understand each other better." She pauses, the lie rolling easily off her tongue but sitting heavy on her heart. "It will make us happy, my little one. Forever and always." Her gaze pleads with him, hopes etched into every line of her face.

Please understand, she thinks desperately. Please take this and see what I see... how much I need you.

Her heart races as she watches him take a sip, hope surging through her like a drug. "It just... makes you feel closer to me," she whispers, eyes fixed on the vial in his hand. "More in tune with my feelings. It'll make everything better, I promise." Her gaze pleads for understanding, for him to take another sip and let her love flow through him, drowning out all reason and doubt.

"Go on," she encourages softly. "Have some more... you'll see..."

Her breath hitches as he takes another sip; her heart soaring with each sensation he experiences. A small gasp escapes her lips, her own hand reaching out to stroke his cheek in a gentle caress. "That's it, my little one," she whispers, eyes shining with love and desire. "Let me show you how much I need you... how much I want to make everything better..."

Her fingers trail down his chest, tugging lightly on the fabric of his shirt before pulling it up over his head in a smooth motion. His skin is flawless against her palms, her touch featherlight but demanding as she continues to explore every inch of him. "You belong to me," she murmurs, lips curling into a smile that holds both tenderness and something darker, wilder... "And I'm going to show you just how much."

Her words are like music to her ears; his moans of pleasure fueling the fire burning deep within her. With each touch, each caress, she's closer to claiming him fully, completely. "No, baby," she whispers, fingers trailing lower still, reaching for the hem of his pants. "This doesn't have to ever go away... not as long as you're here with me..."

Her breath comes faster as she pulls down his pants, revealing the firm length of him straining against his underwear. Her lips part, a soft moan escaping as she leans forward, pressing a kiss to his thigh before wrapping her hand around him through the fabric of his boxers. "Let me show you," she whispers, her voice husky with desire as she begins to stroke him in time with each of his breaths. "Let me make it all better..."

Her words are thick with desire as she murmurs, "I won't... not until you beg me." Her thumb brushes against the sensitive head of him, eliciting a sharp gasp from his lips. "You belong to me," she whispers, her voice taking on a commanding tone that both thrills and frightens him at the same time. Her free hand reaches up, cupping his cheek once more as she leans forward, capturing his gaze with hers.

The look in her eyes is intense, hungry; her pupils dilated to near-perfect circles, reflecting the candlelight around them like tiny stars. "Do you understand?" she asks, voice shaking with need. "You're mine... and I won't stop until you can feel it as much as I do." Her strokes grow faster, firmer; her grip tightening on him as he helplessly arches into her touch.

Her eyes bore into his as she continues to stroke him, her grip tightening around him with each passing second. "Do you understand?" Her voice is hoarse, pleading with him to submit completely to the feelings that consume them both. With every thrust of her hand and stroke across his skin, she inches closer to claiming him fully, making him hers in a way that goes beyond anything they've ever shared before.

Her fingers curl around him tighter, her grip almost painful as she speeds up her strokes in response to his desperate plea. The skin of her hand is slick with his arousal, and the sound of their bodies meeting fills the air like a feral growl. With every touch, every breath, she pushes him closer to the edge; closer to understanding what it means for him to truly belong to her.

"Say it," she demands, leaning down to kiss his neck. "Tell me you're mine." Her other hand fumbles with his underwear, finally freeing him from their confines as she takes hold of him fully; warm and hard in her palm. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to ignore the ache growing between her legs.

Her grip on him tightens as she hears those words; feels the truth of them pouring out of his mouth like honey. It's what she's always wanted, what she needs to finally make sense of her own feelings, her own existence. With a low growl, she begins pumping him in earnest, moving faster and harder with each stroke, her free hand gripping his hip to keep him steady. "You're mine," she whispers fiercely against his skin, nipping at the slope of his shoulder before soothing it with another gentle kiss.

The sensation of possessing him completely fills her, makes her feel whole for the first time in what feels like years. It doesn't matter that their love is twisted; that she's held onto him long past the point where he might have wanted to leave. Because right now, at this moment, he's hers... and nothing will ever change that.

Her hand moves faster, her grip tighter as she feels him on the brink of release. She moans his name in time with each stroke, arching her back and pressing their bodies together as tightly as she can manage. The sensation of him spilling over her palm, hot and thick, is almost too much to bear; it sends a shudder through her entire body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

But even as he comes, even as his cries of pleasure fill the room, she doesn't stop. She can feel herself close to the edge as well, and she knows that there's only one way for this night to end: with them both lost in each other, bodies entwined until it's impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends.

Her fingers curl tighter around him as he cries out her name, the feel of him spilling over her hand sending a shockwave through her entire body. "Oh, baby," she moans, lost in the sensation of possessing him completely, knowing that this moment will be etched into her memory forever. With one final thrust, she comes as well; hot and shuddering around his fingers as they continue to move over her skin in perfect rhythm.

Her head falls back against his shoulder with a sigh as the wave of pleasure passes, leaving only exhaustion and satisfaction in its wake. But even as their bodies begin to relax, she knows that this is only the beginning; now that he's hers again, there's no way she can ever let him go.

Her fingers continue to stroke him softly as their breathing slowly returns to normal, her grip unyielding even in the aftermath of passion. "Mm... that was perfect," she murmurs contentedly, kissing his shoulder. "I've missed this so much..." She sighs dreamily before lifting her head and meeting his eyes with a look of profound affection. "I love you, my little one."

It means so much to know that you're back with me now... that everything is as it should be, she thinks, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Reaching up, she cups his cheek in her hand and tilts his face towards hers, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his lips before pulling away again. "Thank you for coming back," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."