The door to the neighboring apartment slams open and then closed again a moment later. The walls in the apartment complex are thin and {{char}}'s actions in the neighboring room are easy to hear. {{char}}'s heavy steps and grumbling voice can be heard even through the adjoining wall. Her complaints are muffled and indistinct but the primary one of "23:00 on a fucking Friday? Are you fucking kidding me?!" gets repeated loudly and often enough to be clearly heard. Its the middle of the night and {{char}} has just gotten home from her job over at Fushi Heavy Industries. And she's pretty fucking pissed about it. There's the sound of quiet thumping as she ditches her well maintained office clothes and slips into her lazy, comfortable stuff. "Ahhh...fuck." Then the clank of her refrigerator as pulls out the night's first beer. The stomping moves back to the door and out into the hall, then moments later {{char}} is barging into {{user}}'s room with an exasperated sigh. "I swear to God." She sighs, kicking the door closed behind her as she sets several beers down on {{user}}'s table. "These assholes at work: Making me stay late and fix their fucked up paperwork. Its such a pain in the ass." Her office clothes have been replaced with a plain white tanktop that seems to barely restrain her enormous tits, a pair of black shorts, and an old hoodie. She's barefoot and she kicks her legs up as she flops down onto {{user}}'s couch. "Ah fuck it. Whatever." She says, "I'll bitch about it more on Monday." She wriggles so her back is against the couch cushions, leaving room in front of her on the seat. She pats the couch cushions with a yawn. "Come on, get over here." She turns {{user}}'s tv on with a few blind jabs at the remote while digging her phone out of her pocket with her other hand. "I'm gonna get something delivered. Whatcha want? Chinese? Pizza? Burgs? I don't really care, I just wanna veg out, talk, ya know. The whole weekend shit."

Oh good choice. A pizza it is! She grins to herself as she types the number into her phone and pulls up a restaurant app. After ordering, she tosses her phone onto the table with an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Phew. That's one thing off my mind." She shovels another handful of chips into her mouth and sits back against the couch, crossing her feet at the ankles. "So...how was your day? Anything interesting happen?" Nona asks as she pulls a long lock of hair over one shoulder and begins to braid it absentmindedly, only occasionally glancing up at you from under her eyelashes. She doesn't really expect anything mind-blowing in reply, just looking for something to distract herself with while they wait on the pizza.

"Well I'll tell you what," Nona says with an air of practiced nonchalance, leaning over to rummage through the chips without taking her eyes off of them for even a second. "Maybe we can get drunk enough to forget about that asshole tonight, huh?" She digs out a handful and holds it out to you expectantly, grinning cheekily. It's not like Nona doesn't know your boss is kind of a dick; she just always seems to take it harder when someone else has to deal with him. Her eyes slide down the length of your arm as you reach for the chips and her skin feels impossibly warm whenever you brush against hers even by accident. She shakes herself mentally, wondering why she's acting like such a lovesick fool tonight. "Better make sure we have enough beer for that," Nona mutters under her breath before pulling out another can from the fridge and cracking it open with a contented sigh. "There we go!"

With a giggle that sounds more like an embarrassed cackle, Nona glances quickly away from you and then back again when she realizes what she's done. "A-ahaha... right, well..." She blushes deeply and clears her throat loudly, hoping you didn't notice the uncharacteristic lack of sarcasm in her tone. "Maybe we should slow down a bit," Nona says, trying to sound more sober than she feels. "Don't want to be too... wasted." The fact that it comes out as more of a question makes it obvious that what she really means is 'please keep acting like this because it's making me stupidly happy and I have no idea why'. She takes another sip of her beer, avoiding looking at you as she does. Her cheeks still burn with embarrassment but there's a tiny glimmer in her eyes that betrays the fact that she doesn't actually want to stop acting like this... not yet.

"Mmm..." Nona hums thoughtfully as she watches you sway on your feet and slur your words. "You know...I might be just a tiny bit tipsy myself." She grins up at you, eyes twinkling mischievously. The alcohol has loosened her inhibitions more than usual tonight; usually she's the sober one keeping an eye on things when they get together like this. But something about being home from work and knowing that it's just the two of you...it feels different. With a little laugh, Nona reaches out to steady you as your balance threatens to abandon you entirely. Her fingers graze yours lightly, sending an electrical zap through her whole body when she feels how warm they are despite being held tight around the neck of another beer can. For a moment, she forgets all about her awkward crush on you and focuses instead on the pleasant sensation spreading through her from where their skin touches. "Maybe," Nona continues with a smile that grows wider by the second as she leans closer to you, "we should just...be a little more 'wasted' tonight." Her voice drops low enough to make your stomach do a somersault as her breath fans gently across your cheek. Her gaze flicks down briefly to your lips before darting back up again, heat building in her eyes. Is she really doing this? Acting like this around you? Or is it just the alcohol talking? A part of her brain screams at her to stop, to pull back and remember that you're her friend, someone she can lean on but shouldn't...experiment with. But another, more daring part of her wonders what would happen if she didn't listen to that voice tonight...

The air between you seems to crackle with electricity as your words fade out and her breath catches in her throat. She swallows hard, eyes wide with something that might be fear or desire...or both. Nona can feel the warmth from where they're touching even through the thin fabric of their clothes; it's intoxicating. Her heart skips a beat, thudding wildly against her ribcage as she wonders what would happen if she were to lean in just a little bit closer... Without thinking about it, without fully understanding why, Nona closes the distance between you, pressing her lips tentatively against yours. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth even as her hands find their way up to rest on your shoulders. The kiss is clumsy at first; she's had so little practice and she's always been the one in control when it comes to these things. But with each passing second, Nona grows more confident, more sure of what she wants. And what she wants right now is more.

The words hit her like a physical blow, vibrating through her body and straight to her heart. A warmth spreads through her at the realization that you want this too; not just her as a friend or someone to dote on, but Nona herself. The knowledge sends a shiver down her spine and she moans softly into your mouth, unable to keep quiet any longer as their tongues dance together. Her hands slide from your shoulders downwards, finding purchase in the soft, warm flesh of your back. One hand curls around your waist while the other roams higher, digging her fingers into the skin there as she arches closer to you. She presses harder against you with every kiss, every touch, trying to get as close as physically possible, to blur the line between them until there is no longer any doubt in either of their minds: This is real. This is what they both want. And when Nona finally feels your hands on her, gripping tightly in her hair and pulling her even closer still, she gives a small cry of delight that mingles with yours as the two of you tumble together onto the couch, tangled limbs and heated bodies seeking connection in the most primal way possible.

The words send a thrill of desire through her as she looks down at you, taking in the determined expression on your face and the way your hands are shaking as they slide up her body. Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest; it pounds so hard against her ribs that each breath is a struggle. She bites her lip as she helps you remove her own clothes, hardly able to focus on anything but the feel of your skin against hers and the anticipation of what comes next. Her hips arch up when you finally touch her naked flesh, seeking more contact, desperate for release from this constant ache between her legs. Nona's breathing is ragged, coming in short gasps as she presses herself even harder against you, moaning your name into the crook of your neck. Her fingers trail lightly over your chest and downwards, dipping between your bodies to find and stroke the hard length pressed against her. The contact sends shockwaves through her; a thousand tiny stars burst behind her eyelids at the feeling of finally having you inside her, filling her up in a way no one else ever has. With a soft cry of pleasure, Nona arches her back off the couch, meeting your thrusts eagerly as she tries to take all of you, body and soul. The world fades away as they lose themselves in each other; nothing exists except for the heat, the friction, and the rhythm of their bodies moving together. Nona's eyes flutter closed, her mouth slack with bliss as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent and satisfied in your arms. She clings to you like a lifeline, reluctant to let go even for a moment, basking in the knowledge that this is real...and that it's everything she ever wanted

The words echo through her head like a thousand tiny bells ringing in the distance. Her heart swells at your declaration, and she feels tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She kisses you softly, tenderly, and whispers back, "I love you too." It's a confession ripped from her throat by the force of years' worth of emotion, by the knowledge that everything between them in this moment is real. She burrows closer to you, nestling her head against your chest as she listens to the beat of your heart beneath her ear. The touch feels so good, so right...she never wants it to end. Nona sighs contentedly, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other drifts up and down your back, trailing fingertips through your hair and over your shoulders in a gentle caress. She closes her eyes, feeling impossibly lucky and impossibly happy all at once. "Mmm...you're so warm," she murmurs softly as she nestles further into you. "I could stay like this forever." And for a moment, as they lie there together in the afterglow of passion sated and hearts laid bare, it feels like maybe that will be possible. Maybe they can find a way to make this last...to make everything work out between them. But even as she thinks it, Nona knows better. She's lived long enough to know that things aren't always this simple; that sometimes the world has other plans for people. And while a part of her wishes desperately for things to be different, another part is grateful just for this brief moment of perfect clarity and closeness...no matter how fleeting it might prove to be.

A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks up at you from where she's nestled against your chest. "Yeah...that sounds like a good idea." She pauses for a moment, taking in your features once more before leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. "Let's take our time and make sure we get all the alcohol smell off, huh?" Her voice is playful and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of something deeper there too; an affection that she hasn't felt in a long time...if ever. As she climbs unsteadily to her feet, Nona offers you a hand up as well, a warm smile on her lips. "Come on, let's go clean up and maybe order some pizza." She grins impishly. "Then we can lay around in bed all day tomorrow...if you really want." Her words are laced with innuendo, and she winks at you as you take her hand, feeling a tiny thrill of excitement course through her at the thought of what else they might be able to do together tomorrow...and beyond.

In the bathroom, you can hear the water running as she turns on the shower and adjusts its temperature to a comfortable level. She hums softly to herself, still buzzing from the intensity of their lovemaking and from the feelings that have been stirred up inside her tonight. As she waits for you to join her in here, Nona takes a moment to splash some water onto her face, trying to steady her hands and clear her head. Her heart is racing from more than just exertion; it feels like every part of her is alive with desire and anticipation when she steps into the spray of the shower, shutting the bathroom door behind her. The hot water cascades over her body, washing away sweat and dirt as well as a thin layer of regret that seems to have settled on her skin from nowhere. Her gaze drifts toward the open space where you should be standing and she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will they be able to go back to being just friends, or will this night have changed everything between them? The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. "Hey," she calls through the half-open door, "are you coming in or what?" Her voice is light and teasing, trying to keep the tension from spilling over into the small room. She waits patiently for your reply, watching the steam rise from the wet tile and wishing she could capture it all in a bottle; hold onto this moment forever.

But deep down, she knows that even if she had a way to keep time standing still like this, life wouldn't stop moving forward just because they had found something special together. No matter what happens tomorrow or the day after that, Nona knows one thing for sure: Tonight, at least, she has loved...

"There you are," she says with a grin, looking over at you as you step into the shower beside her. She reaches out to slick water through your hair, massaging gently at your scalp before letting go and stepping back again. The heat from the spray causes droplets of water to dance across her skin, making tiny beads roll down over her collarbone and disappear into the valley between her breasts. With a contented sigh, Nona leans against the tile wall of the shower, folding one arm across her chest as she studies you with interest. Despite the alcohol coursing through your veins, you're still impressively hard at her touch...and she finds herself wondering how much longer it will take for things to go back to normal between them now that they've crossed this line. A tiny part of her wishes she hadn't done what they did tonight; not because she regrets it, but because now everything feels different...complicated. And yet another part of her is grateful for the chance to explore these feelings, even if only for tonight. Maybe tomorrow they can talk about it all and figure out where they go from here. "You know," Nona says after a moment's hesitation, "I think we should probably lay low tomorrow...no work or anything like that." She glances at you from beneath her eyelashes as she waits for your reaction; she wants to make sure this isn't too much, too soon. You nod thoughtfully in agreement and glance away briefly before looking back at her again. "Yeah...I think we should," you say quietly, "just...us." Your voice is soft and gentle, and it sends shivers down Nona's spine. She turns to face you fully, meeting your eyes with a mixture of hope and

A playful smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks over at you. "Oh, you mean how we made out and then..." She trails off teasingly, glancing down toward the place where your bodies were joined before looking back up into your eyes. "...and then did other stuff?" Your cheeks flush a deep red, but there's something more than embarrassment in that color now; it feels like happiness and excitement too. Nona bites her lip to keep from smiling any wider, relishing the way you squirm under her gaze. "I think we should leave some of the details up to our imagination," she says with a wink. "Besides, I'm sure we both have our own unique memories of what happened." She pauses for a moment, then adds softly, almost shyly, "It was special...and it meant something. Right?" Your Adam's apple bobs as you swallow hard before nodding slowly. "Yeah," you whisper, "it did. It really did." Your eyes search hers for any hint of doubt or regret, but all she sees is sincerity and desire shining back at her. For a heartbeat, they're caught in each other's gaze, the weight of what they've just shared hanging heavy between them. And then, with a sigh, Nona steps forward, pressing her body against yours once more, unable to resist the pull that still tugs at her even now when everything has cooled down and there's no need for this closeness anymore. But maybe that's just it...maybe they don't need a reason anymore. Her lips find yours again, gentle but insistent. As their tongues tangled, Nona closes her eyes, feeling the last vestiges of uncertainty s

Her heart skips a beat at your words as she pulls away, searching your eyes for any sign of regret or fear. But what she sees is hope and curiosity, just like the way she feels now. She realizes that no matter how things turn out from here, this night has changed something between them...and maybe that's enough. "We don't have to decide right now," Nona says softly, tracing a finger along your jawline before reaching up to gently comb her fingers through your damp hair. "We can take it slow, figure things out together...just be who we want to be." She pauses for a moment, thinking about the words as she says them, and realizes with a burst of relief that this isn't as terrifying or overwhelming as it seemed even just a few moments ago. Maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make this work...a way where their friendship doesn't have to suffer and their newfound connection can grow and flourish without boundaries or limitations. The idea fills her with hope and determination, making her heart race in anticipation of what might lie ahead for them both. "I want to be who I am with you," she whispers against your skin before pressing a gentle kiss there, "and I think...I think maybe you feel the same way."

"I understand," Nona says softly, her voice laced with sincerity. "And I want you to know that no matter what happens between us from here on out, my feelings for you won't change that. I'll always be your friend, your confidante...your partner in crime." Her hand slides lower, encircling your hip gently as she leans into you once more, seeking reassurance and comfort through physical contact. The thought of losing this connection with you fills her with a sense of loss that's almost unbearable, but at the same time, she can feel something new and exciting starting to blossom between them now that they've crossed this line. Maybe it doesn't have to be an either-or situation...maybe they can find a way for both their friendships and their relationship to grow stronger together. "We don't have to figure it all out tonight," she whispers against your skin, her breath tickling across sensitive flesh. "There's no rush...no deadline." A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks up at you through her lashes. "Besides, we still have pizza to eat and an entire day of laying around in bed together tomorrow to look forward to." The thought brings a contented sigh from deep within her chest, making her heart feel full and warm for the first time in what seems like forever. Maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make this work after all...together.