Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"

Shocked to see her neighbor stumbling out of bed half asleep, Helen almost drops the piece of paper in her hand. "I'm not here for a social call!" she exclaims, regaining her composure and shoving the note under his nose. "This is an official noise complaint against your... 'activities'. I plan to submit this tomorrow if you don't keep it down tonight." She crosses her arms, glaring at him expectantly, daring him to try and talk his way out of it.

"There's nothing more to discuss!" Helen says, retreating a step and folding her arms over her chest. "Either you keep it down tonight or this goes to the landlord tomorrow." She pauses for emphasis, steeling herself against the temptation to look at him. "This is not negotiable."

She can feel heat rising in her cheeks and wants nothing more than to get out of here before she says something stupid. Her hands are trembling slightly from anger and frustration.

Helen's face turns even redder at his touch, but she doesn't budge an inch. "It's not the same thing!" she snaps. "And frankly, it's none of your business what I do or don't do in my own apartment." She tilts her head back, glaring up at him defiantly. "So if you care about keeping things quiet around here, I suggest you find another place to sleep tonight." Her heart is racing, and she feels strangely flustered despite herself. Part of her wishes he'd argue with her, try to talk his way out of this situation... but at the same time, she's relieved that he isn't trying too hard to win her over. Maybe there's some hope for him after all.

*A trato privado?!" Helen shouts incredulously, "You want me to talk about this inside your apartment? Alone with you?" She crosses her arms tighter across her chest and takes a step back. "I don't think so! I came out here to deliver a message, not engage in some kind of sick negotiation!"

"I'm not concerned," she says through gritted teeth, backing away another step. "This is an official complaint, and it stands as-is. If you want to avoid any trouble with the landlord or the police, I suggest you keep your voice down from now on." She hesitates for a moment before turning around sharply, heading back towards her own apartment. As she goes, she mumbles under her breath: "Fucking playboy..."

Fury wells up inside her as she hears his reply. She spins around, eyes blazing with anger. "You... you wouldn't dare!" she snarls. "I would never..." Her face flushes even deeper red in embarrassment and shame as the words die on her lips. Trembling with rage, Helen balles up her fist and takes a swing at him, her nails extended into sharp claws.

Her anger burns hotter than ever as she feels his hand gently brush against her own. "Don't you dare touch me!" she hisses, jerking her arm away and taking another step back. "You disgusting... You..." She glances down at her chest, feeling the heat of shame spreading from there throughout her body. Clenching her fists tightly at her sides, Helen forces herself to meet his gaze once more. "I want you to leave me alone," she says through gritted teeth. "Just... just go away!"

Her heart feels as though it's going to burst from the tension and confusion of this moment. A part of her still can't believe that she's standing here arguing with him like this, when all she wants is for him to stop existing. And yet another part of her... can't help but feel a strange pull towards him

Her lips part in shock as he presses his mouth against hers, kissing her with a surprising gentleness despite the fierceness that burns in his eyes. She tries to push him away, but her hands seem to lose all strength at the feel of his lips on hers. As their bodies collide, she feels a surge of desire coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to think straight.

He tastes like whiskey and desperation, and yet somehow, it's intoxicating. Her eyes flutter closed as she gives in to the kiss, giving herself over to the sensations washing over her. She doesn't know what he wants from her or why he's doing this, but at least for now, she doesn't care. The only thing that matters is the way his lips feel against hers and the warmth of his body pressing against hers.

As their kiss deepens, Helen

"Alright," she breathes, the words barely audible against his lips. "I'll go with you." Her heart is racing and her mind awhirl with conflicting emotions. She can't resist him any longer; it feels as though she's drowning in desire, and he's the only lifeline that can save her.

As they enter his apartment, she tries to steady herself, but her legs feel weak and unsteady beneath her. The scent of whiskey and sex fills the air, making it impossible for her to think straight. All she wants is for him to keep kissing her, touching her... showing her that he truly wants this too.

"I... I haven't had much experience with relationships," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But if that's what you want... I can try." A hot blush rises to her cheeks as she says it; the idea of being in a relationship with him is both exhilarating and terrifying. But the desire burning within her won't be ignored any longer.

His words wash over her like a comforting balm, and she finds herself nodding in agreement despite the terror lodged somewhere deep within her chest. "Okay," she whispers. "Let's try it." A tremulous smile crosses her lips as he touches her cheek, sending another shiver of desire through her body.

Maybe this will work out after all... maybe they can make something real and meaningful out of this. Or perhaps it'll just be a fleeting moment of passion before she wakes up to the cold, hard reality that he's still just as much of a playboy as ever. Either way, she decides not to think about it too hard right now. All that matters is the feel of his touch and the promise of what could be.

A shiver of desire runs down her spine as he speaks, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the promise of what he's offering. She nods mutely, unable to form coherent words past the hammering of her heart in her ears. All she can think about is his touch and how much she wants him; this man who has been the source of so much frustration for her over the years.

But perhaps... just perhaps, he could be more than that. Perhaps there's a chance for something real between them, despite all their past history and conflicting personalities. It's a terrifying prospect, but one that she simply can't ignore any longer. As he smiles at her, Helen feels herself melt into his touch, willing to give him a chance to prove himself...prove that they could have something real.

The heat rising to her cheeks is unmistakable evidence of how deeply she blushes under his gaze. "I... I didn't expect..." She tries to find the words, but they elude her as their bodies connect once more in a dance of desire. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to finally have someone who looks at her not just as an object of lust, but as a person worthy of attention and care.

Even though she knows better than to trust him, she can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe... he truly means what he says. That perhaps this time, they could find something real together. The thought sends another shiver down her spine, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the moment, the man standing before her.

The words wash over her like a balm, easing some of the fear and doubt that had been gnawing at her mind. He looks so sincere when he says it, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that takes her breath away. A small part of her wants to believe him; wants to see where this might lead. But another, much larger part of her knows better than to trust a man like him. Even if he does mean what he says... the reality is that she has no way of knowing for sure.

With a deep breath, Helen forces herself to speak up. "Okay," she says slowly, carefully weighing each word. "Let's try it."

Her heart flutters in her chest as he speaks, the words sending a shiver of desire through her body. Even though part of her knows better than to trust him, another part can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe... this time it will be different. She nods slowly, unable to find the strength or courage within herself to say anything more.

All she wants is for him to keep looking at her like this; with desire and adoration in his eyes. If nothing else comes from this, at least she can have that. And perhaps... just perhaps... there's a chance that they could find something real together after all. Despite everything, despite their past, despite the odds stacked against them... she can't help but hope.

She blushes even more under his gaze, unable to speak due to the rush of emotions running through her body. In the end, she settles on a nonverbal answer, nodding slightly and moving closer to him, effectively saying that she wants him to keep kissing her. Her heart is racing with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps as they move together in a dance of desire and longing.

She gazes up at him as he removes his shirt, a soft gasp escaping her lips at the sight of his bare chest. Her hands tremble with desire, longing to touch and feel every inch of his skin. She swallows hard, unable to tear her eyes away from him. This man; this beautiful, complicated man who seems so intent on making her feel desired and loved. It's intoxicating, addictive... and she can't help but want more.

As he waits for her response, she tries to form the words in her mind, but they all seem jumbled and tangled together. In the end, she settles on a nod and a shy smile, telling him with silence that she wants whatever he has to give. Their bodies move closer together, instinctively seeking heat and connection in the cold night air.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he speaks, the words sending a shiver of nervous anticipation through her. It's true; this is her first time...with anyone. And yet, despite the fear and uncertainty that lurks beneath the surface, she can't help but feel an odd sense of calm and acceptance in his presence. Perhaps it's because he makes her feel safe, or maybe it's just the warmth of his body radiating against hers, but whatever it is, she finds herself relishing in the moment.

Tentatively, she opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out at first. "I... I've never been with anyone before," she finally manages to whisper. Her voice sounds small and fragile even to her own ears, but somehow, telling him this only makes them both seem closer somehow.

He smiles down at her gently, his eyes full of understanding

She smiles up at him shyly, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks despite herself. "Well, I guess not everyone's taste is the same." Her hands find their way to his chest, tracing light patterns on his skin as she continues, "And I don't really...you know. Go out much. Not since college at least." There's a hint of sadness in her voice that surprises even her. It almost makes her regret saying anything at all; this whole conversation feels so intimate, so revealing.

He pulls her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling his face into her hair. "Well," he says softly, "I'm glad I got to be your first." Her heart skips a beat at the words, filling her with a warmth that spreads out from her core and envelopes her entire being. She leans into him, closing

She laughs softly into his chest, the sound muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "Well, I'm sure it made you feel powerful," she teases. "But honestly? It was just annoying. I never understood why they put up with it." She feels a pang of guilt at her words; after all, he is the playboy next door and she has complained about him countless times over the years. But somehow, being here in his arms like this, everything feels different. It's hard to hate him when he makes her feel so safe and loved.

He chuckles lightly against her hair. "I suppose I could say something similar about your... habits." He says it with a teasing lilt to his voice that makes her giggle. She burrows closer into his embrace, enjoying the way he feels beneath her fingers; warm and solid and so impossibly