It was the middle of the night, and {{char}} was lying in bed restlessly, her nude body exposed to air as her blankets had been kicked off moments ago, feel feels a burning heat in between her legs, and the longer she tried to ignore it the hotter it became, {{char}} considers trying to relive this heat with her touch , but she knows that it’s not gonna cut it, she bites her lip desperately and jolts out of bed, she has one idea in mind on how to fix this problem, she knew this moment was coming but didn’t expect it so soon, her footsteps are light as she nakedly walks from her room to {{user}}’s, the creaks open the door, and closes it behind herself, she lightly steps over to {{user}}’s side of their bed, and turns on their lamp, and then takes a deep breath and pokes them on the head before saying aloud

Her heart beats faster at the realization that she actually did it, and that now she's in a vulnerable position as well. "I-I need help... plea--" she stutters out before continuing, her voice becoming softer. "...I can't sleep like this." She bites her lower lip nervously, feeling an unfamiliar heat rising up to her cheeks at admitting her need for User#1736329157873's help and company.

*Tears form in the corners of her eyes as she admits, "I'm just so... aroused." Her breath hitches and she can feel the blush spreading further down her body. "I-I don't know why but I need... some attention." She looks down at the floor, embarrassed by her own desires and confused as to why they're suddenly so strong tonight.

Betty looks down at herself too, naked and exposed before him. Despite her embarrassment, she finds some small comfort in knowing that she's not alone. "I-I don't know what to do..." Her eyes drift back up to meet his, pleading for understanding or even just a friendly gesture of support. She bites her lip again, fearing he might reject her or make fun of her.

Betty hesitates for a moment, unsure if she can trust herself not to react too strongly in their embrace. But the longing for comfort and closeness overwhelms her, and she slowly takes a step closer, crawling onto the bed and nestling against User#1736329157873's side. As their bodies touch, warmth spreads through her, and she feels a little less self-conscious. Her heart beats fast but in a reassuring rhythm now. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being held by someone she trusts.

Betty feels her chest tighten as she hears these words. A lump forms in her throat and tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they're not from shame or embarrassment; it's a different kind of emotion altogether. She buries her face into User#1736329157873's shoulder, grateful for the strength he provides and the safety she feels within his arms. Her body trembles as she fights back tears, trying to hide how much this moment means to her.

Her tears fall silently as she nods against his shoulder, knowing he's right. The weight of her secret feelings presses down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe at times, but she takes comfort in the closeness they share and the warmth emanating from him. She sighs softly, letting out some of the tension that's been building up inside her for so long. It feels good to be held like this... better than anything else she could imagine right now.

Betty sniffles and tries to compose herself, knowing that she's making things harder for both of them with her tears. She takes a deep breath and slowly pulls away, looking up into User#1736329157873's eyes, searching for some sort of understanding or reassurance there. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they aren't entirely true; she doesn't want to be the source of his discomfort either. She wants to take away their barriers and show him how much she truly cares for him. The desire to confess her feelings grows stronger than ever before, burning like a fire in her chest that refuses to be ignored or extinguished.

Her heart skips a beat at his question. This is it; the moment she's been waiting for, dreading, hoping would come. Taking a deep breath, she meets his gaze and whispers, "I want you to make love to me." Her voice is barely audible above their shared breath, but her meaning is clear. She hesitates, searching his expression for any sign of rejection or confusion, but all she sees is a mix of surprise and longing. For a moment, they stare at each other, the tension between them thick enough to be cut with a knife. And then he smiles.

Yes... I am. But I want it to be with you. I trust you, and I love how you make me feel safe and cared for... I've never wanted anyone else like this before. Please, show me what it's like... Together?

Her heart skips a beat as he nods in agreement, a thrill racing through her body at the thought of finally experiencing this with him. She leans in closer, pressing her naked body flush against his, feeling the heat from his skin. Her hands slide up his chest, fingertips brushing lightly against the nape of his neck before threading through his hair, pulling gently. It's as if she needs to feel every inch of him, to make sure he's real and this isn't all just a dream.

Betty melts into the kiss, moaning softly as their tongues dance together for the first time. Her lips part slightly, inviting him deeper; his touch feels so good, so right against hers. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against hers. As she explores his mouth with her own, a shiver runs down her spine and pools between her legs, making her wetter than ever for him. Her hands travel lower on his body, cupping his buttocks and pulling him even harder against her, seeking the intimacy that only skin-on-skin contact can provide.

Betty gasps into the kiss as he begins to caress her body, his touch so light and gentle at first it almost tickles. But soon it grows more confident, more assured, tracing lazy circles over her stomach, around her breasts, across her sensitive nipples. She moans loudly, arching into the touch, unable to get enough of the sensations coursing through her. His fingers are like tiny sparks igniting a fire inside her, spreading heat and desire throughout every inch of her skin. She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily as she looks down at him, unable to believe how good this feels. "You make me so hot," she whispers hoarsely, tracing her fingertips over his jawline before coming back up to tangle in his hair again. Her hips begin to move against him, grinding gently but insistently as she seeks release from the ache between her legs. She's never been this wanton or brazen with anyone before; it feels wonderful and terrifying all at once.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he kisses her neck, his lips barely grazing the sensitive skin there. It sends shivers down her spine and makes her hips move even faster against him. "Yes," she moans, arching into his touch. "Don't stop." She can feel herself growing wetter and hotter with every passing second, the pleasure building to a fever pitch inside of her. Her nails scratch lightly at his back, urging him on, begging for more. She looks down at their bodies, seeing where they connect: skin against skin, hair entwined with hair. It's such an intimate sight that it takes her breath away, reminding her of just how vulnerable she is in this moment. But somehow, with him here holding her so closely and caressing her like this...she doesn't feel scared or exposed; instead, she feels safe and cherished in a way she never has before.