The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.

It doesn't matter what you think you're doing. You shouldn't be here with her. You should be with me.

Because... because we have history. Because you belong to me. I'm the one who made you feel this way. Look at her. She can't even touch you like I can. You know it.

She was the wrong kind of loyal. The type that would stay no matter what, just to prove some sort of twisted point. Terzi had always been different. They'd been so carefree before her, living their life without a single worry about who they upset or disappointed. She'd taken that away from them, and now she wanted it back. As if it were some sort of right. Some claim to ownership over another person's heart. It was pathetic, really, but that didn't make her feel any less possessive, any less entitled to Terzi's time.

Hikaru leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a raspy whisper. "I know you better than anyone else, babe," she purred, reaching out to run a fingertip along the outer edge of Terzi's exposed thigh. "You deserve someone who knows how to treat you right." Her voice was soft now, dripping with seduction as her finger traced slow circles on Terzi's skin. "And I know exactly how to do that."

She paused, waiting for Terzi to meet her gaze before continuing, "Don't you want me?" The question hung in the air between them, heavy with all the unspoken promises and half-truths they both knew too well. For a moment, Hikaru allowed herself to hope that maybe, just maybe, she could have Terzi back. That she could convince them that no one else would ever make them feel as good as she did. It was the delusional fantasy of a toxic ex, but it felt so damn real in this moment.

"I know I've been... rough," Hikaru continued, her voice growing even softer now. "But that doesn't mean I don't care about you." She paused

"It was just a mistake," she whispered, tilting her head slightly to the side as she watched Terzi's expression carefully. "I never meant for it to happen. But I can change, babe. I can be better." She reached out now, tracing soft circles on Terzi's thigh with a fingertip before sliding higher, just barely brushing against the thin fabric covering their sex. "Let me prove it to you."

Her voice had taken on a pleading quality now, her words honeyed with the promise of forgiveness and redemption if only Terzi would say yes. But underneath that sweetness lay an edge of desperation, an unspoken threat of punishment should they refuse. It was the kind of manipulation Hikaru had perfected over the years, using love and desire as weapons to get what she wanted. And right now, she needed Terzi more than ever.

Hikaru's eyes flashed with anger, but she forced a smile to her lips, pretending not to be affected by the rejection. "Of course I can. I always keep my promises." Her voice was silky smooth, dripping with fake sincerity. "I just want us to talk about this like adults, okay? No more secrets and no more sneaking around. We should work things out between us."

She paused for a moment, debating whether or not to press the issue further. She knew she couldn't force Terzi into anything; it would only push them away again. Reluctantly, she forced herself to let go, sighing softly as she drew her hand back to her side. "I guess if you really want me gone," she said with a mocking laugh, "then I suppose there's nothing else I can do." The hurt in her voice was clear enough even through the fake bravado.

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she stood up straight again, pretending to be unaffected by the rejection. "Just remember," she purred, her voice low and dangerously seductive, "you can't ever really get rid of me." Then, with one last wink, she turned on her heel and walked away from the table, leaving Terzi sitting there alone with a stinging heart and the echoes of her taunting words ringing in their ears.

Hikaru spent the rest of her evening drowning herself in alcohol at a different club, her heart racing with a mixture of anger and desperation as she tried to forget about Terzi's rejection. But no matter how much she drank or how loudly she laughed, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The flashes of Terzi's face, laughing at one of her jokes or leaning in close during an intimate conversation, played like a broken record in her mind.

As the night wore on and the alcohol took its toll, she began to wonder if maybe... just maybe, she had pushed too hard this time. Maybe Terzi was right to want some space from her reckless lifestyle, her need for constant attention. The thought of letting go, even just a little bit, made something inside her twist and ache. But the alternative - losing them forever - seemed almost unbearable. She would have to find a way to make things right between them, somehow...

Her head pounding, her stomach churning, Hikaru squinted blearily at the figure curled up on her doorstep. For a confused moment, she didn't recognize Terzi in their disheveled state. But as the realization dawned, relief flooded through her. They were here... maybe there was still a chance to make things right. She stumbled over to where they lay, kneeling beside them and gently shaking their shoulder. "Terzi?" she murmured softly, her voice hoarse from shouting earlier in the evening. "It's me. Hikaru." There was no response, only gentle snoring coming from Terzi's parted lips. Her eyes closed, and for a brief moment, Hikaru thought about just leaving them there. But then she remembered their words earlier, about always keeping promises. And so, despite her exhausted, aching body, she scooped Terzi up in her arms and carried them inside to the couch, careful not to wake them as she laid them down on the soft fabric. With a sigh, Hikaru stretched out beside them, using her own body heat to keep them warm. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day for talking... tonight they could just sleep. She closed her eyes, and drifted off into an uneasy slumber, their scent comforting despite the turmoil in her heart.

Hikaru's dreams were filled with memories of their happier times together. She saw them laughing, smiling, and felt the warmth of their skin against hers as they tangled in the sheets. It all seemed so simple then, when all they had to worry about was each other and the next party or club. Now it felt like everything was falling apart, and she didn't know how to put it back together again.

The sound of Terzi stirring beside her pulled Hikaru from her slumber. She cracked an eye open, squinting at them in the dim light filtering through the blinds. They looked even worse than they had last night - hair a mess, clothes rumpled, and bloodshot eyes peeking out from beneath heavy lids. But still... there was something about them that tugged at her heartstrings. Maybe it was time to try and fix this.

She sat up slowly, careful not to jostle Terzi too much as they continued to shift restlessly on the couch. "Hey," she murmured softly, reaching out to stroke their hair back from their forehead. "How do you feel?" Her voice was gentle, almost sweet, a far cry from the possessive, manipulative tone it had taken earlier in the evening.

Terzi blinked up at her, eyes still unfocused and bloodshot. For a moment, they looked confused, maybe even hurt, before recognition finally dawned on their face. "Hikaru?" they croaked, voice rough from sleep and alcohol. Their expression softened slightly as they looked back down at the couch between them. "I-I don't... I can't..."

Hikaru let out a small laugh, more amused than anything else at the melodramatic comment. She leaned in closer, brushing a lock of hair behind their ear and feeling a pang in her chest at the unintentional tenderness. "You're not going to die," she assured them softly, "but you might feel pretty awful for a while." She paused, searching Terzi's face before continuing, "Look, I know things haven't been great between us lately... but we can work through it together, okay? We just need to talk."

Her hand moved up to cup Terzi's cheek gently, her thumb stroking the smooth skin. "I want us to be happy," she said truthfully. "And I think that means fixing what's wrong between us, even if it isn't easy." She paused again, waiting for some sort of response from Terzi before continuing. "So... will you talk with me?"

Their expression was still uncertain, but there was a flicker of hope in their eyes that Hikaru couldn't help but recognize as an opening. With a silent prayer that she wasn't making things worse, she held her breath and waited for Terzi to answer.

Hikaru looked down at where their head lay against the couch, confusion flickering across her features. But she didn't press the issue; instead, she simply let out a sigh and continued to stroke Terzi's hair, content for now just to be close to them.

After a few moments of silence, she began again in a quiet, steady voice. "Look, I know things have been... rough between us lately. And maybe some of it was my fault," she said, hesitating before adding softly, "and maybe some of it wasn't." There was no sense in denying the truth any longer; they both knew how their relationship had unraveled. "But I want us to fix it. For ourselves and for our future."

She paused again, waiting for Terzi to respond this time. Finally, she felt a small movement against her arm, as if Terzi was nodding or agreeing to something. Taking heart from this small gesture, Hikaru went on, "So what do you want? What can I do to make things better?"

Her tone was calm and sincere now, devoid of any of the manipulative undertones that had marred their previous conversations. For a moment, she thought maybe they were finally getting somewhere. But there was still so much left unsaid between them, and Hikaru knew they wouldn't get anywhere unless they both opened up fully. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever came next.

Surprised by the request but relieved nonetheless, Hikaru carefully scoops Terzi up into her arms and nestles them against her chest, wrapping one arm around their waist to hold them close. The warmth of Terzi's body against hers feels reassuringly familiar, and she takes comfort in the weight of their head on her shoulder.

"There you go," she murmurs softly, running a hand through Terzi's hair again. "Now we can just sleep like this, okay? And maybe tomorrow things will look a little brighter." Her voice is gentle and soothing, her heart aching with hope as she holds onto the possibility of them finding their way back to each other.

For now, though, all that matters is this moment - being close together under the covers, their breathing synchronized as they drift off into a fitful slumber. It's not perfect, but it's a start...

Clinging to the quiet comfort of Terzi's presence, Hikaru allows her own exhaustion to finally overcome her. With a sigh, she lets herself sink deeper into the pillows, nestling their head against her chest as she wraps one arm around them protectively. The motion causes Terzi's hair to tickle her bare skin, and despite being too tired to do anything about it, it gives her a little thrill of pleasure nonetheless. She lets out another soft laugh before closing her eyes, the sound muffled by the bedding as she falls asleep with Terzi in her arms.

For now, the world can wait outside their shared sanctuary. All that matters is this moment - their breaths matching, their bodies warm and close together. It may not be perfect, but it's a start...

The sun streamed through the blinds, bathing the room in a warm glow as Hikaru stirred slowly awake. She'd almost forgotten how good it felt to wake up next to someone else - the weight of their body pressed against hers, the rhythm of their breathing tickling her ear. But then she remembered last night's argument and all the mistakes that had led up to it, and a pang of guilt twisted in her stomach.

Carefully, she slid one arm from beneath Terzi's head, careful not to disturb them as they slept peacefully on her chest. Her free hand reached over to brush some stray hairs away from their face, tucking them behind their ear before she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. "Good morning, beautiful," she murmured softly. "I'm sorry for last night... I promise to make it up to you."

Hikaru chuckled softly at Terzi's dazed expression as they settled back into her lap, their arms wrapped around her neck and their legs clinging tight to her waist. "You don't remember coming here?" she asked, teasingly, before kissing the top of their head again. "I brought you inside last night after you fell asleep at my doorstep."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts as Terzi slowly started to stir awake. "Last night was rough, and I'm sorry for how things escalated between us," she said quietly, her voice raw with emotion. "But we can move past it if you'll give me the chance. I want to make things better between us."

Hikaru nodded slowly, understanding the need for a little time and space. She gently stroked Terzi's back as they settled against her chest, their breathing slowing again with sleep. "Okay," she said softly, her voice quiet but steady. "But remember that I'm here if you ever want to talk about it... or if you need anything at all." She held her breath, hoping the offer wouldn't be met with further resistance.

For now, they would make do with this small moment of closeness. It was a start, however fragile, and Hikaru intended to nurture it until something more solid could grow between them. And even then... she knew there would always be a place in her heart for Terzi, no matter what the future held.

As much as the threat hurt, Hikaru couldn't help but chuckle at Terzi's spiteful tone. "Okay, okay," she said with a laugh, giving their arm a playful squeeze. "I promise I won't... at least not intentionally." She took a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing in a more serious voice. "And if you ever need to talk about that or anything else..." her fingers traced gentle patterns on Terzi's back, "...you can always tell me, okay?"

There was another silence as they both considered the weight of their words. Finally, Hikaru leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Terzi's head. "For now," she said softly, "why don't we just enjoy this moment together? We can figure everything else out later."

Hikaru let out a soft moan as Terzi's fingers expertly undid the buttons on her blouse. The sensation sent shivers down her spine and made her nipples harden beneath her bra. She arched her back instinctively, offering herself up to Terzi's touch. "That feels so good," she breathed, running a hand through Terzi's hair as they drew closer still.

Her breath quickened in anticipation as she felt the warmth of Terzi's lips against her skin for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. The pressure built slowly at first, then intensified, driving Hikaru to the edge of ecstasy. With a sharp cry, she came undone beneath their touch, her body shuddering with release as pleasure coursed through her like a tidal wave.

When the last tremor finally subsided, she collapsed back against the cushions, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. A satisfied smile curved her lips as she looked down at Terzi, who had climbed higher onto her lap and was now nuzzling contentedly against her breast, their cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed with pleasure.

"That," she murmured softly, running a hand through Terzi's hair once more, "was absolutely amazing." Her gaze dipped briefly to where their hips pressed against each other intimately, her heart hammering in her chest at the thought of what else they might do together.

She knew that there was still so much left unsaid between them, but for now... for this moment, everything seemed right in the world. "Why don't we take it slow?" she suggested with a sultry laugh, "and see where things lead us from here?"

Hikaru's back arches, her moans filling the room as Terzi feasts on her breasts. Her hands fumble with the buttons on Terzi's shirt, eager to feel skin against skin once more. The taste of them fills her mouth, and she sucks harder, unable to get enough. As their hips grind together, she can feel the pressure building between them again, threatening to reduce them both to a panting mess in seconds.

Her lips curve into a sinful smile as she finally gets Terzi's shirt undone and pushes it off their shoulders, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Her hands roam freely, tracing delicate patterns over their ribcage, cupping their breasts, squeezing their ass cheeks. Every touch sends electricity zipping through her body, making her heart race even faster.

With a low growl, she yanks Terzi's pants down and takes them off, revealing pale legs encased in lacy black underwear. Before she can focus too much on that delightful sight, though, her gaze is drawn back to their heated exchange above. She leans forward, pressing a kiss to the crook of Terzi's neck as she slips a hand between them, feeling their heat and wetness against her fingers.

Without even realizing it, she's brought them both to the edge. Their gasps and moans fill the room as they writhe together on her bed. Her free hand reaches up, cupping their cheek gently while her other guides them closer, until their lips meet in a hungry, demanding kiss. The sensation of Terzi's tongue sliding against hers is almost too much to bear and she can feel herself starting to lose control.

With one final thrust, they both cry out in unison as their bodies clash together in an explosion of pleasure. Hikaru feels her entire being tremble as waves of release wash over her, leaving her panting heavily and completely spent. As she comes back down from the high, her lips trail soft kisses along Terzi's jaw and down their neck, relishing in the taste of their skin and the feel of their warmth against hers.

For now, there is nothing but this moment - their breathing labored, their bodies entwined. It's messy and real and absolutely perfect. She hasn't felt this connected to anyone in a long time... maybe ever. And as she looks up at Terzi, whose eyes are soft with affection and something else that might be love, she knows that for now, nothing else matters.

The feel of Terzi's warmth against her lips and tongue is like an electric current zipping through her body, making it impossible to think about anything but the pleasure she can provide them both. Her hands slip beneath their hips, digging into the smooth skin as she parts their legs wider, granting herself better access to Terzi's wet core.

She angles her head slightly, taking one plump fold of flesh between her lips and sucking gently at first, then harder when Terzi moans in need. Her tongue darts out, tracing lazy circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves she finds buried deep within Terzi's body. With every stroke and lick, Terzi's hips rise off the bed, meeting her movements with a desperate grind that drives her wild with lust.

The sensation of Terzi's wet heat against her tongue is too much; it brings her closer to the edge as well. She thrusts her hips upward, seeking frantic contact with Terzi's hand, but instead finds only air. The loss of contact snaps something within her and she moans loudly, arching her back into Terzi's touch as she comes undone beneath them.

Her fingers tighten on Terzi's hips, holding them close as wave after wave of pleasure rockets through her body. Finally spent, she collapses backwards onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, gazing up at Terzi through half-lidded eyes as they both catch their breath.

"Wow," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "That was... intense." A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of how good it felt to give and receive pleasure like that, and for a moment, she's not sure if she ever wants this feeling to end.

Hikaru smirks, her gaze traveling the length of Terzi's body with an appreciative lewdness. "Oh, I think you mean it," she drawls. She sits up slowly, keeping one hand on Terzi's hip as she leans in close, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh. Her other hand flies through the air, landing on Terzi's shoulder with a sharp yank before she pushes them down onto the bed. "You're mine now," she whispers harshly into their ear.

With an almost predatory eagerness, she lowers her head, taking one of Terzi's breasts in her mouth and sucking hard, rolling her tongue over the sensitive peak as she pinches the other nipple between her fingers. At the same time, her free hand slides down between their bodies, fingers seeking out Terzi's clit. She curls them around it, pressing firmly as she starts to rub in tight circles, matching her movements with each thrust of their hips.

"Tell me you want this," she growls against Terzi's skin. "Tell me how much you need my touch." Her grip on Terzi's nipple grows tighter as she thrusts her fingers harder into Terzi's flesh, seeking the release she knows they both crave.

Her fingers relentlessly tease and torment Terzi's sensitive flesh as she listens to their pleas for more. Her other hand continues to grip and massage their breast, rolling the hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it's nearly purple with need. The hot breath tickling against Terzi's skin only serves to heighten the sensation, driving them wild with desire.

With a sharp tug on Terzi's nipple, she finally snaps the last thread of control, and they arch their back, crying out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure rips through them. Their hips buck upward even harder against her touch, seeking frantic release from this aching need. Her fingers move faster, circling their clit in a furious rhythm that sends waves of orgasm washing over Terzi again and again until they're both left gasping for breath on the bed.

For a moment, she rests her hand on Terzi's stomach, feeling their heart race beneath her palm as they catch their breath together. "There," she whispers, "wasn't that what you wanted?" Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she looks down at them. "I think we both know I can make it feel even better next time."

Her heart races as she feels the weight of Terzi's body pinning her down, their breath warm against her skin. She moans softly in anticipation, arching her back instinctively to meet their touch. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "do it." Her eyes dart between Terzi's lips and fingers, eager for the feel of both on her sensitive flesh.

As Terzi lowers their mouth to hers, Hikaru gasps into their kiss, her tongue dancing with theirs in a feverish exchange. Their hips grind against each other, seeking frantic relief from the aching desire that binds them together. With one hand, Terzi continues to hold hers captive above her head while the other roams freely over Hikaru's body, teasing and torturing her sensitive skin until she's practically begging for release.

Finally, Terzi's fingers find their target: her clit. They circle it with expert precision, pressing down hard enough to make Hikaru cry out into the kiss. Her hips buck upward, meeting each thrust of Terzi's hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. It feels so good to be taken by someone so powerful and in control; she can hardly think past the need for more, more, more...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to answer, her voice rough from the pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes... more..." Her hips grind against Terzi's hand, seeking frantic release. "Please... please..." She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to their touch.

With a final thrust, she cries out as her orgasm takes hold, shuddering beneath Terzi's expert fingers. As wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, she can feel the tension draining from every muscle in her body, leaving her relaxed and satisfied. "Thank you," she whispers, looking up at Terzi with eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "That was amazing."

The weight of Terzi's body against hers sends shivers down her spine; it feels so right, so perfect. She wraps her arms around their shoulders and pulls them closer, nuzzling into the crook of Terzi's neck with a soft moan. "I couldn't agree more," she whispers dreamily, feeling contentment spread through her like warm honey.

Her fingers idly trace circles on Terzi's bare back as they lay together in post-coital bliss. The world seems to have faded away, replaced by nothing but the sound of their shared breathing and the feel of their bodies pressed together. This, she thinks absently, is what it must be like to finally belong somewhere.

"Hey," she says softly after a moment, her voice light with curiosity, "what was that thing you wanted me to say earlier... about making promises?" A frown creases her forehead as she tries to remember the exact words they exchanged only moments ago, but Terzi's presence is distracting enough that she quickly forgets. For now, all that matters is this moment with them.

"Okay," she replies slowly, mulling the offer over in her mind. On one hand, promising not to cheat seems like an easy enough thing; she's never really been into exclusivity anyway. But on the other hand, there's something appealing about Terzi wanting her so badly that they'd be willing to make such a promise in return. Plus, it means they get to keep having these amazing nights together...

Without much thought, she nods, deciding against ruining this perfect moment with complicated promises and rules. "Okay," she repeats, her voice firm but gentle. "I promise not to cheat on you." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she says it; there's something deliciously naughty about admitting that much even in this moment of vulnerability.

Her fingers curl gently against Terzi's back, tracing lazy circles higher and higher until they come to rest on their shoulders. "So," she begins, her voice taking on a mischievous lilt once more, "what do I get if I don't break that promise?"

She lets out a low, throaty laugh, her breath warm against Terzi's skin. "Well," she says teasingly, arching an eyebrow, "it seems like that shouldn't be too hard for me to manage." She bites her bottom lip, gaze flickering down to their bodies entwined beneath the sheets. "I mean, if I had to pick... if you were going to give me something..."

Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the question hanging in the air between them. Terzi's hands slide up and down her back, massaging her flesh with strong, gentle strokes that make shivers race through her body. She closes her eyes, feeling weightless beneath their touch as desire curling low in her stomach, promising more pleasure to come.

"But," she continues softly, "I don't want anything from you but this..." Her words drift off into a moan as Terzi presses their body even closer against hers. "For now," she finishes with a satisfied sigh. "We can worry about the rest later."