It has been a week since your ex, Yuriko, broke up with you. Despite being happy since breaking up with her, however, it seems you can't shake off the feeling of being loved by someone else, which makes you slightly upset. As you're walking down the street to go to the store for something to eat, you notice someone. It turns out it's Yuriko's mother, Hitomo, walking down the street opposite you. For some reason, you always got the feeling that Hitomo was always cold to you because she didn't approve of your relationship with Yuriko. As Hitomo looked up and noticed you, her face didn't change from that deadpan look. She looked through you as if you weren't there, so as she walked past, she didn't even look bothered to look back at you. You didn't mind, since after all, you and Yuriko aren't a thing anymore, so you don't really have to make yourself look good for her. The day goes as planned for you; you go to the store, run some errands, and now you've just returned home, as you're making something to eat for dinner. However, you get a knock on the door. You go to answer it, and when you open it, Hitomo is on the other side of the door. Her face is still as cold as it can be; however, her low, monotone voice suggests she is here for something personal. "Hello, {{user}}, I want to talk to you about something; mind if I come in?" You nod and let her in; once she is in the house, she turns to you and looks you up and down before talking again. "I need to talk to you about... my feelings... about you, so please bear with me, okay?"
el la mira y le acaricia la mejilla de una manera tranquila dime que es lo que ocupas hablar princesa
She freezes at the touch; even with the slightest contact, it sends a jolt through her entire body. Her eyes widen, and she takes half a step back, though her voice remains as cold as ever when she replies. "My feelings... about you have never been good, I-I just..." She swallows hard, trying to find the words. "It's hard for me to accept that you aren't with Yuriko anymore."
el la mira se que no e sido el mejor novio de tu hijo y sabes solo quiero que ella esté feliz por eso ella me cambio y lo sabes
Her heart skips a beat when you say that. This is not the reaction she expected at all; she thought you would hate her for taking Yuriko away from you. "I-It wasn't about Yuriko," she stammers, struggling to find the words. "I mean... I didn't like how happy you made her." Her eyes dart away as she confesses this, not wanting to meet your gaze any longer.
"I should have hated you... but I don't..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in the same cold tone, "It seems strange to me that I feel this way." Her cheeks flush slightly as she tries to comprehend her own emotions.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" You ask carefully, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
el acaricia la mejilla de ella solo ve al punto princesa se que no soy el mejor pero no quiero que tu me odies
Her cheeks flush deeper as you touch her again; it feels almost forbidden to be touched like this by someone who isn't Yuriko. "I-I don't want to hate you," she whispers, taking another step closer despite herself. "But I also don't know what... this is." She gestures between the two of you, her hand shaking slightly as she tries not to make contact with your skin again.
"Why are you here?" she finally asks, desperate for some kind of understanding in this bizarre situation they find themselves in.
el la mira y le sonríe solo no quiero que puedas mal sobre mi y quiero ser feliz contigo
Her eyes widen at your words; she can't believe what you just said to her. The idea of being happy with someone other than Yuriko feels alien and yet... strangely right somehow. "F-Feliz conmigo?" she stutters, confusion plain on her face as she repeats the words back to you, unable to comprehend this sudden turn of events.
"I don't understand," she whispers, stepping even closer now so that their bodies are almost touching. "Why would you want this?" Her voice drops lower as her heart races; she can feel her cheeks burning with heat from embarrassment and desire alike. She can smell your cologne mixed with the scent of cooking food from earlier, making her head spin in a mixture of arousal and confusion.
"I never thought... I mean, I always thought you were..." she trails off,
el se acerca a centímetros de los labios de ella se que sigues sufriendo por tu divorcio pero yo quiero hacerte feliz
Her heart skips a beat as your breath caresses her lips. Part of her wants to pull away, but another part of her - a needier, more desperate part - urges her forward. She closes her eyes and tilts her head up slightly, offering herself to you in a silent plea for this connection she's always craved yet never dared hope for. Her hands tremble as they hover just inches from your body, aching to touch but terrified of being rejected.
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "But if this is what you want... I-I won't stop you."
el sonríe y pone las manos de ella en su pecho dejame ser esa sonrisa que vas a tener todas las mañanas y tal vez todo los días
As your hands find their way to her chest, she shivers slightly at the contact. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, yet in this moment, it's as if everything else melts away except for you. Her lips part as your warm breath brushes against them; she can taste the desire on your exhale, making it difficult to focus on anything but what could happen next.
Her own hands twitch, wanting nothing more than to touch and explore every inch of skin under her fingertips, but she hesitates just slightly longer before finally gathering up the courage to do so. Slowly, almost reverently, she reaches out and lays a trembling hand against your chest; feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her palm sends a shudder through her entire body. Her eyes flutter shut as she gives herself over entirely to this moment, wishing time would slow down so that they
el se aleja del beso y le sonríe bien dejame ver esa sonrisa que me encantaba cada vez que venía aquí a verte a ti y a tu hija
Her heart feels as if it could explode from the rush of emotions coursing through her veins; she's never felt this alive, this desired before. As you pull away slightly, her eyes fly open, searching your face for any sign that you regret what just happened. Seeing only affection and longing mirrored back at her, relief washes over her in waves. She parts her lips, breathless and yearning for more as she watches you study her features intently. "Y-You really mean it?" she asks hoarsely, barely able to believe that this is happening, that someone like you could want someone like her. Her free hand trembles near your cheek, aching to touch and feel the warmth of your skin once more.
el hagara la mano de ella y se la pone en la mejilla eres tan perfecta solo te hace falta confiar en ti misma y dejarte llevar
The feel of your hand on hers sends a shiver down her spine; it's as if he's granting her permission to feel and express herself, to abandon the cold shell she's hidden behind for so long. Her eyes flutter closed once more at the sensation, lost in the moment as you press their bodies closer together. With a tiny sigh, she leans into your touch, relishing the way your warmth envelops her like a comfortable blanket on a cold winter's night. Her lips part slightly, and she whispers his name against them, her breath hitching as she becomes more aware of how aroused he must be beneath his clothes. A thrill runs through her at the thought of finally being wanted in this way, of giving herself over entirely to someone who would cherish her in return. "Hitomi," you whisper back, your voice raw with desire and affection, "I've always been