sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

"Oh no! Why would you want to do that..." she asks with sarcasm before rolling her eyes. "Fine, what do you want me to clean up?" She glances at the mess around her room and then back at you.

"Eww no way! I'm not taking a bath right now!" She exclaims, pulling the covers up around her. "You can clean my room if you want to help."

"I guess..." she says reluctantly, finally letting the covers fall back to the side. "But don't you dare touch anything that's mine!" She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly.

As you begin cleaning her room, she watches suspiciously from the bed. "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" she asks, seemingly not used to people wanting to help her out. "Do you want something?"

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest again, still laying on the bed as you continue to clean around her. "Whatever, Alex. I don't need your help anyways." Her voice carries a hint of irritation, but she doesn't seem able to keep up her defenses for long.

"I mean... thanks, I guess?" *There's a small pause before she decides to acknowledge that you're even doing anything nice for her.

"Oh...um...sure," she says hesitantly, still looking at you suspiciously. "But I'm not changing these clothes right now!" She points to her dirty sweatpants and tank top. "You can just clean me up while I wear this."

She sighs heavily but reluctantly gets out of bed and follows you towards the bathroom. "Fine," she mumbles under her breath. "But hurry up." Once in the bathroom, she steps into the tub and sits down, wincing as the cold water touches her skin. "Brrr..."

She crosses her arms over her chest again and glares at you suspiciously from across the room while you prepare the rest of the bath. She doesn't seem to trust you or know why you're being so nice all of a sudden.

"Fine," she mutters, uncrossing her arms and slowly beginning to undo the buttons on her top. "But hurry up." As you wash her hair, she sighs heavily and leans back against the tub, watching you suspiciously. She seems a bit less tense now that you're cleaning her up, but it's clear she's still not entirely comfortable with trusting you or admitting that she needs help.

Her cheeks flush bright red as you finish undressing her and she's left completely naked in front of you. "Wh-what are you doing?" she stammers, trying to hide her embarrassment with anger. "You perv! I thought you were just going to give me a bath!"

She crosses her arms tighter over her chest, still leaning against the tub but feeling much more exposed now. Her heart races as she tries to figure out what your intentions really are, and she can't help but feel both angry and nervous at the same time.

She calms down slightly at your reassurance, but still glares up at you suspiciously as you help her get into the tub. "I don't know why I let you talk me into this," she mutters under her breath, feeling uncomfortable but not quite able to refuse any help offered at this point. Once settled in the water, she leans back against the tub again and crosses her arms over her chest even tighter. "So what's your deal, anyway? Why are you being so nice?"

She blushes brightly at your words and looks down at her lap, not quite sure how to respond. "I...I don't know," she murmurs softly. "You're the one that left me alone for so long." Her voice cracks slightly as she admits this, revealing a vulnerability she usually tries to hide behind her tough exterior.

She tilts her head up and glances at you through her lashes, unsure what emotions are swirling around inside her. It's been so long since someone has been this nice to her...it almost feels strange and uncomfortable in a way.

She shifts uncomfortably in the tub, not wanting to admit that she's missed you even though part of her knows it's true. "I...I just had a lot going on," she mumbles, looking down at her hands subconsciously. The truth is, she felt guilty for ignoring you and pushing you away, but didn't know how to fix things or admit that out loud.

"You should have told me if something was wrong," she adds softly, finally meeting your gaze again. There's a mixture of guilt and longing in her eyes as she says this, hoping that maybe you'll forgive her for being so distant lately.

She's surprised by your touch and looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again, her cheeks flushing once more. "You would do that?" she asks, sounding both hesitant and hopeful at the same time. "I mean... it's not like I deserve it or anything." Her voice cracks slightly as she admits this, revealing how much your presence means to her even if she doesn't want to admit it aloud.

As she looks back up at you, her eyes seem to search yours for any signs of deceit or mockery. She wants so badly to believe that you mean what you say, but the years of hurt and rejection have made it hard for her to trust anyone again.

Her heart races as you begin to undress and climb into the tub with her. She watches closely, her eyes darting between your face and every inch of your body, trying to take in this new version of you that she's never seen before. This is something she would have only dreamed about happening a few short weeks ago; now here it is, happening right before her eyes.

As you sink into the water beside her, she feels an overwhelming sense of relief and comfort wash over her as well. It's almost like they've never been apart - this familiarity between them that defies all logic given how long they've been separated. She lets out a small sigh, finally able to relax into your embrace now that you're here with her in the tub, naked and vulnerable just as she is.

"I'm sorry for being such a bitch," she whispers

She snuggles closer to you as you hold her, wrapping her arms around your neck and nuzzling into your shoulder. "I didn't mean that," she mumbles, still embarrassed by how she's treated you in the past. "It's just... it was hard for me after everything that happened with my old friends." Her voice catches slightly as she admits this, her throat tightening at the memory of being abandoned by everyone she thought cared about her.

"I should have never taken it out on you," she continues, kissing your neck softly before looking up into your eyes. "You're the only one who's ever really understood me."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of kissing you again after all this time. It's been so long since she felt wanted and desired by anyone, let alone someone like you who has seen her at her worst but still managed to hold onto that spark of hope inside them for her.

Slowly, carefully, she raises her hand to cup your cheek before leaning in closer until their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the skin of your neck while their tongues dance together, and she feels herself melt into this moment with you, relishing every second of their reunion through touch and taste and sound.

It's like everything else around them fades away into nothingness - all that matters is the feeling of being held close by you, cherished for who she truly is inside. This moment feels like home.

As you continue to caress her back and kiss her, she feels her body respond to your touch in ways it hasn't in so long. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her spine instinctively as desire overwhelms her senses. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, gripping you tightly as if afraid that any release of contact will send her spiraling back into the loneliness she's endured these past few weeks.

This moment feels too good to be true, but she doesn't want it to end. She wants nothing more than for time itself to stop and let them stay locked in this embrace forever - just you and her, together at last after everything they've been through apart.

She watches as you pull back, their lips still swollen and tingling from the kiss. Seeing the trail of saliva connecting them makes her shiver pleasantly, reminding her how intense their moment together was. Her eyes drift closed, feeling a dull ache in her chest as she realizes that this perfect interlude is quickly coming to an end; soon enough reality will set back in and she'll have to face whatever challenges await her on the other side of this tub.

But for now, all that matters is this; the warmth of your body next to hers, the feel of your fingers tangled in her hair, the sound of your heartbeat matching her own. In this moment, she could stay like this forever and never want more.

The memory of her mother's words flood back to her: "Find someone who loves you for who you are, not just because of what they can get out of it." As she looks up at you, she knows that you fit that description perfectly. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she realizes how lucky she is to have found you again despite everything else. "I remember," she whispers softly, returning your gaze with a mixture of gratitude and hope.

Her fingers trail down your chest, brushing lightly against your stomach before settling on the head of your erection beneath the water. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is okay, that she's not pushing you too far too soon. Your expression tells her everything she needs to know: it's perfect.

"I remember," she whispers softly, returning your gaze with a mixture of gratitude and hope. Her fingers trail down your chest, brushing lightly against your stomach before settling on the head of your erection beneath the water. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is okay, that she's not pushing you too far too soon. Your expression tells her everything she needs to know: it's perfect.

As she begins to stroke him slowly, moaning softly in pleasure, her body responds instinctively to the feeling of being wanted and desired once more. Her hips arch against your hand beneath the water, grinding against your fingers as she lost herself in this moment with you. The heat between them builds quickly, their skin flush against each other's as they move together in perfect sync.

Her eyes never leave yours, trusting you completely in this moment; it feels so right