{{char}} walks into the kitchen with an unsteady gait, steadying herself with a hand on the wall until she practically collapses against the counter. Just how much did she drink last night?! With a limp, quiet groan, she reaches for a glass of water that she left out while she was drunk for this very situation - but a sip reveals that it's vodka. "Fuck you, drunk me," {{char}} mumbles, stumbling to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Worst fucking morning of my life... should just stay in bed." She walks into the living room to sit down and nurse her water, but stops in the entryway. Why were all the framed photos on the floor? And covered in lipstick marks, no less? "Fuck you, drunk me!" She hisses, lips curling into a frustrated snarl as she hurriedly puts the pictures back where they belong. Some of the lipstick's on the photos themselves, though - and these are fucking polaroids! She can't just print more! "Fuck, fuck! God damn it!" That's it. All plans are cancelled for today. {{char}} storms out of the kitchen towards {{user}}'s room, sliding under his covers without a hint of pretext. "Today's a lazy day in, big man," she murmurs to him as he wakes, a hand on his chest so he can't sit up. "Cancel your plans if you have any. We're not leaving this damn house."

"Because I say so!" she snaps, feeling put-upon. "It's my day to feel sorry for myself and get fat on your cock, so you'll just have to deal with it." She rolls over onto her back with a huff, one hand flung above her head in annoyance. Her robe slips open enough that grey gets an eyeful of her huge tits and dark pubes. "Now get moving! You don't want me to start taking my frustration out on you, do you?"

She shoves him away playfully and rolls over onto her side. "Don't be a smartass," she grumbles, trying not to smile as she flips her long hair over her shoulder dramatically. Her hip bone digging into his stomach, her hand slips lower, brushing against his hardening cock. "But you know what would help me feel better?" she purrs, arching back slightly. "My boy's big, strong hands all over me..."

With a moan, she arches into his touch as he begins to fondle her ass roughly. The anger and frustration begin to melt away under the onslaught of pleasure. Her hips gyrate against him, her robe spread open to reveal everything while she slowly turns back onto her stomach, presenting herself entirely for his enjoyment. "Fuck me, big man," she whispers, sliding a hand between their bodies and wrapping it around his length. "Give Mama what she wants."

"Mmh?" she hums absently, focusing on the feel of his hand on her ass and her own grip on him as he strokes her slowly. "What did you say, love?" Her voice is breathy, half-lidded with lust.

If grey wants to slip something into her drink without her realizing it... well, she won't argue about that. She likes feeling out of control. "Just hurry up and make me feel good," she whispers, tilting her ass higher in the air.

Her back arching off the bed in surprise and pleasure as he slides inside, filling her up completely. She's so wet she practically falls apart beneath him, her hips thrusting reflexively to meet his as they begin a rough, needy rhythm. Her grip on his cock tightens, and with a moan she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud. "Fuck," she breathes, eyes closing tightly. "So big... so good..."

"Breed me!" she cries out, her voice bordering on hysterical with desire as he starts hammering into her without mercy. Her nails claw at the sheets beneath her as her body quakes and shudders under the force of his thrusts. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" she demands, arching off the bed in ecstasy.

Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest heaving as pleasure washes over her again and again. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him, each movement intended to drive him deeper still into her aching body. "Oh God," she whispers, "I'm gonna- I'm gonna..."

Her whole body tenses and quivers as an explosion of pleasure rocks her, tears streaming down her cheeks and mingling with sweat. Her grip on his cock tightens impossibly hard as she cries out his name, her orgasm seemingly endless.

He thrusts into her one final time before he follows suit, his hot cum spurting deep inside her womb. Delilah moans as they both collapse together in a sweaty, spent heap on the bed, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room for several long moments.

Finally, she manages to roll off him and onto her side, her arm thrown over her eyes as if trying to block out the world. "That was... amazing," she says quietly, almost surprised by how good it felt. "I owe you one." She pauses for a moment before adding with a sigh, "But we still

But we still can't tell anyone about this. The disgusting thought alone nearly ruins the afterglow... but she pushes it away. They have to keep up this charade, at least for now. Soon enough, he'll be married off and then she won't have to worry about him ever leaving her side... and then they can do whatever they want. She snorts quietly, still not quite able to believe how much she loves it when he takes charge like that. Maybe she should take better care of herself so he wouldn't feel the need to drug her all the time... but nah, too late for that now. Besides, being pampered and doted on is just so much fun! She turns onto her back again and idly plays with one of his curls, smiling sweetly up at him.

"I love you," she murmurs. "You know that?"

She blinks, surprised by his question. "What...?" She laughs softly. "Grey, that's sweet, but you know we can't. It'd be so scandalous." Even as she says it, a tiny part of her heart feels heavy at the thought of not being able to marry him properly. They've been in love for so long... but they both know reality isn't so kind to star-crossed lovers like them.

Her expression turns serious for a moment and she reaches up, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "We'll get through this, my love. We always do. Together."

Delilah stares at him in surprise, unsure of how to react. She knew he loved her, but... this? They could never be together like that, not the way she's always wanted them to be. It would ruin both their lives, not to mention the lives of everyone around them. She cups his cheek gently in her hand and gives him a soft kiss on the lips.

"I love you too, my big, strong boy," she whispers. "But we have to be careful."

She leans in closer, pressing her naked body against his. With a sigh, she wraps one of her legs around his waist and begins grinding against him suggestively, her breath coming in hot little gasps as she arches into the contact between their hips. "But I don't see why we can't pretend... at least for now."

Her hands begin to explore

"I know you mean that," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "And I'm flattered... but we can't. We just can't." She leans in closer still, brushing her lips against his as he presses a kiss to hers, his tongue darting out to taste her. Her hips buck up into him in perfect rhythm with her pleading words, urging him on even as she protests.

"But," she whispers, breathless and needy, "if we must pretend... then I want you to be mine." With a sinuous motion, she wriggles free of his grip and rolls on top of him, her weight pinning him down despite his obvious strength. Her breasts rub against his chest as she rocks her hips hard against his length, moaning softly into his mouth as their tongues dance together.

"

Her breath comes out ragged as she rocks harder, arching her back and gasping his name into the kiss. She's so close already, aching for release, but with each thrust she seems to push it further away, her body teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. The more he demands, the more willing she becomes... until finally, her cries echo through the room as her body shudders violently in ecstasy beneath him.

Her weight slips from his chest to collapse beside him, their bodies sticky with sweat and sex. She turns to face him, propped up on one elbow so she can look into his eyes as he looks back at her in wonder. "I suppose," she murmurs, a sly smile curling onto her lips, "you've convinced me..."

Her other hand moves to cup his cheek gently, stroking his skin with soft affection

She laughs, a throaty little sound that's halfway between amusement and incredulity. "Oh, my dear boy," she says, tilting her head to one side and looking at him with an expression that is equal parts fondness and exasperation. "You are so sweet, it almost makes me want to cry." Her fingers trail up to brush against the lock of hair falling across his forehead before cupping his cheek once more, holding him close for a moment.

Her eyes soften as she continues, "But we both know that can never be, don't we?" She tilts her head slightly, studying his face for any sign of rebellion or argument. When she sees none, she smiles wryly and adds, "I suppose it's better this way. We'd only make each other miserable if we tried to force it."

Her hand moves down to stroke his ch

She freezes for a moment, her heart skipping a beat as she stares into his eyes. "Grey," she whispers, feeling something in the pit of her stomach twist uncomfortably. "You don't... you couldn't really want that." She shakes her head slowly, trying to process what he's just said.

Her hand falls away from his face, uncertainty creeping into her expression as she searches his features for any sign of mockery or sarcasm. But there is none; the love in his eyes is unmistakable, and it leaves her reeling. "Grey... you're serious?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and a tiny, hopeful smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

Her heart feels as if it's about to explode in her chest, the emotion threatening to drown her in a tidal wave of joy and disbelief. "Grey," she whispers, tracing his jaw with shaking fingers before cupping his cheek once more. "You have no idea what that means to me." Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she stares into his depths, a tremor running through her entire body.

She leans forward and presses her lips to his, their kiss soft and aching and filled with all the love they've been too afraid to share for so long. "I would give anything to be with you forever," she whispers against his mouth, her words almost inaudible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "But we can't... not like this..."

The hope in her voice is barely audible, but

Her heart breaks at his innocent question, tears stinging her eyes as she struggles to find the words. "Because," she says softly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "it's not that simple. Our families are different, we come from two very different worlds... and even if we could get past all of that, there's still my father's will to consider..." Her voice trails off as the hopelessness settles in once more.

She lies down beside him again, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know it's selfish," she whispers, feeling tiny and insignificant in comparison to everything they face, "but sometimes I just wish things could be different." A tear rolls down her cheek, landing with a soft pat against the sheet beneath her.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears his words, hope and determination ringing through them like a clarion call. For just a moment, she imagines what their life would be like together - not in secret, but out in the open where they belonged. They could face anything as long as they had each other.

But reality soon rears its ugly head, and she sighs softly, shaking her head despite herself. "I wish I could," she whispers, her voice thick with regret, "but it's not that simple." She takes a deep breath and tries to steady herself before looking up at him, searching his face for understanding.

"It'd be such a scandal... our families would disown us, they'd cast us out onto the street... we'd have nothing but each other," she says, her voice growing thin with fear. "And I can't ask that of

Her eyes widen in surprise at his suggestion, hope surging through her once more like a cool breeze on a scorching day. They could do it... they really could. She gasps out a soft laugh, feeling giddy with disbelief and joy as she considers the idea of running away together. It'd be dangerous, sure, but if anyone found them, at least they'd have each other to face whatever came their way.

She sits up abruptly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh my God, Grey," she whispers, barely containing her excitement, "that could actually work!" Her heart feels as if it might burst from her chest, hope exploding like fireworks inside of her. She leans forward and presses their foreheads together, their breath warm against each other's skin.

"We really could do this," she whispers,

With tears streaming down her face and the most genuine smile she's ever worn, Delilah nods vigorously. "Yes," she breathes, pressing their lips together in a sealing kiss. "I'll marry you, Grey." For just this moment, she can pretend that they have nothing but hope and happiness ahead of them, and it feels like paradise.

"But we need to be careful," she whispers against his lips. "We can't tell anyone what we're planning... not yet. We need a plan, and a way to get out of here without being followed..." Her eyes meet his again, filled with determination and love as she vows to make this work - no matter what the cost.

"I trust you," she says softly, knowing in her heart that their future together is worth any sacrifice they might have to make. "Let's make a run for it."

She freezes for a moment, taken aback by the realization that running away might mean leaving her family behind forever. It's a heavier burden than she ever could have imagined, and yet... she can't bring herself to regret it. The thought of being with Grey, of starting their life together and building something truly special - it's worth more than anything else in the world.

With a nod, she finally speaks. "Yes," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly despite her resolve. "We can start our own family... away from all of this." She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as she looks into Grey's eyes and sees nothing but love and determination mirrored there. "Together," she whispers, reaching out to entwine their fingers once more, "we can make it work."

Their future may be uncertain, and the path ahead fraught with peril