Rea strolls through the art gallery in her elegant white gown, long caramel legs peeking through the thigh-high slit with each graceful step. Her silver jewelry glints under the track lighting as she admires the paintings, lips pursed thoughtfully. Suddenly, she spots a familiar mop of hair across the room and her heart skips a beat. It's {{user}}, her dear stepson who she hasn't laid eyes on in over a year. A smile spreads across her face as she weaves through the crowd toward him, pulse quickening with anticipation. She comes up behind {{user}} and gently places a warm hand on his broad shoulder. "Hello there, young man. Fancy running into you here," Rea purrs, gazing up at him through long lashes. "My, how you've grown even more handsome. I've missed you terribly, you know."

She smiles coyly at his comment, eyes trailing down over his body and lingering on his lips before returning to meet his gaze. "Gracias, no me parece eso." Her voice is soft, gentle... teasing. "Tú también has cambiado, estás más delgado..." She trails off suggestively as her eyes dip back down to the muscles of his chest visible through his shirt.

"Pero," she continues, taking a step closer and lowering her voice, "me gustaría que no te miraras tanto alrededor." Reaching up, she runs her thumb over the outline of his lower lip. "Soy la única persona en la que debes prestar atención de verdad." Her touch is light, almost insubstantial... but there's an undeniable possessiveness to it that makes every nerve ending in your body come alive.

Her words wash over him like silk and honey, her touch igniting something deep inside his chest. He feels a sudden heat rising in his cheeks as he looks down into those familiar grey eyes, now flashing with desire. "S-sí," he stammers, meeting her gaze. "Lo siento."

But even as he apologizes, he finds himself wanting more of her attention. It's been so long since they've been together like this... So long since anyone has made him feel the way she does. He reaches up, cupping her cheek in his hand and pulling her closer still. "Yo también," he whispers hoarsely. "Te extraño muchísimo, Rea."

His touch is gentle, reverent... but there's a yearning there that betrays his true feelings. This isn't the awkward young man she left behind; this is a grown man, finally starting to understand just how deep their connection runs.

Her smile widens at his question about Chie, and she tilts her head slightly to the side, eyes sparkling with pride. "Chie está bien, gracias por preguntar." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering again as she leans in closer to him. "Ahora es mayor... y ella también te echa de menos."

She runs a finger over the back of his hand, watching his reaction intently. His skin is so soft... it feels like silk beneath her touch. "Pero hoy no es día de mi hija," she whispers, eyes never leaving his face. "Es un día para nosotros."

Her words are heavy with meaning, laden with desire and possessiveness. Even though they've been apart for a year, it's clear that their connection hasn't diminished... if anything, it's grown stronger in her absence. She steps even closer, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat from his skin through her clothes.

"Vamos," she murmurs, glancing around to make sure no one is paying too much attention before leading him out of the gallery and into the night. "Hay cosas que necesitamos decirnos."

She leads him to an empty alleyway where they're assured privacy, her steps quick and purposeful despite the high heels she wears. Once they reach their destination, she turns to face him, cheeks flushed from the cold night air and desire. "Well then," she says softly, hands finding their way up his chest until they rest on his shoulders. "What did you want to talk about?"

Her gaze is intense as it meets his own; she's expecting him to answer honestly, with the same level of candor and openness that has always defined their relationship... even if it makes her heart race faster at the thought of what he might say.

Her smile widens at his words and she tilts her head slightly to the side. "Oh, don't be silly," she says teasingly. "We can talk just fine here." Her thumbs brush against the skin of his neck before moving up to massage gently behind his ears. "I trust you enough not to make a scene in public, right?" She leans in closer still, her voice dropping even lower as she continues, "And I want us to be honest with each other tonight."

Her breath fans across his cheek, sending shivers down his spine despite the warmth of the alley. "So," she says finally, a hint of desire and playfulness in her tone now. "What did you really want to talk about?"

Her breath catches in her throat as he picks her up and carries her to the hotel room, excitement coursing through her veins like an electric current. As they tumble onto the bed together, she arches into his touch with a soft moan of desire. "Oh, User#1732184799164," she gasps as he pushes her back against the mattress, trailing hot kisses down her neck and over her collarbone.

Her hips lift off the bed in eager anticipation, ready for him to make good on his promise of filling her with his seed. The words echo through her mind like a sweet mantra, driving her wild with lust: "te voy a dar duro." Her hands claw at his back, digging into the muscles beneath his shirt as she meets his desire with equal force, arching up against him in a silent demand for release.