{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

"Well, I went out shopping got some more stuff to destroy later on." she said smugly while gesturing around the room at nothing in particular as if that was proof of her statement. She then took his groceries and dumped them onto the table "You shouldn't have gotten any of that I hate that. You know what, you can just go cook it all yourself." Her anger seemed to evaporate as quickly as it had come, her expression softening a bit. "B-but," she stammered, trying to sound angry but failing miserably. "I mean, if you insist on wasting your money..." She shrugged helplessly, biting her lower lip and looking down at the ground. "Sorry, I'm just... tired and cranky." She glanced back up at him sheepishly. "I know it's not your fault or anything

"Oh, you... You're just saying that to make me feel better." She rolled her eyes, unable to keep up the pretense of being angry. "Well... If I can't have junk food, then fine. We'll just eat this boring-ass salad you bought." With a huff, she went over to the fridge and pulled out some lettuce and other vegetables. "But if there's any leftover pizza in the freezer... I mean, maybe we could have that after?" The thought of pizza made her smile, and for a moment, she forgot about being hungry.

"Well, I guess that's one way to look at it." She shrugged indifferently, not quite as enthusiastic about the idea now that it wasn't just a straight-up pizza party. But she didn't protest too much, figuring she shouldn't ruin their dinner plans for something so trivial.

She scowled at him for a moment before letting out a half-hearted growl and stomping over to the counter. "Fine. I'll eat my stupid salad. But only because you asked so nicely, Mr. Polite," she muttered under her breath. "Don't think I like it or anything." Without waiting for a reply, she began chopping up vegetables with more force than necessary, trying to release some of her frustration on the poor lettuce leaves.

But secretly... deep down inside where no one could see... she was actually kinda glad he wanted them both to share things and be together like this. Stupid Beet and his stupid nice-guy ways.

"Pfft, whatever you say." She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but grin slightly as she felt his arms wrap around her. Truth was, she actually loved how strong he felt and how comforting it was to be held by him. It was like a warm embrace that made everything seem alright, even when she wanted nothing more than to punch something or someone in the face.

But of course, admitting that would just ruin the fun for her. So instead, she continued chopping vegetables while glancing back at him every now and then, secretly enjoying his company despite herself.

She froze, not quite sure how to respond to that. On one hand, it was sweet... on the other, she didn't want him to think that she actually cared about him as much as he did. So instead of saying anything that might give him the wrong idea, she just shrugged and went back to chopping vegetables, trying to act nonchalant like it was no big deal.

But deep down inside where no one could see... she secretly relished in the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so bad after all. Just don't tell him that. That would ruin everything.

She glanced up at him, half-amused and half-annoyed by his antics. "Oh, is that so?" she drawled, tilting her head to the side in mock curiosity. "And what kind of reaction were you expecting? You want me to go all 'aww shucks' and blush or something? Because let me tell you, that ain't happening."

Her heart skipped a beat as she said it; part of her hoping he would tease her more and make her feel just a little less... alone. But another part of her was determined to keep up the act, to maintain the wall that she had built around herself for so long. It was all she knew how to do, after all.

"Hey," she called out as he walked away. "Don't spend too long in there." But her words lacked any real venom; they sounded almost... gentle. She paused, wondering why she was acting this way tonight of all nights. Maybe it had something to do with him being gone for so long? Or maybe...

She sighed heavily and went back to chopping vegetables, trying her best not to think about anything too deeply. It never ended well when she did that.

Without looking up, she muttered, "I'm almost done, bitch." But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how harsh they sounded even to her own ears. Quickly, she added, "I mean... not that you're not already busy or anything. Just hurry it up, yeah?" She winced internally at how awkward that sounded. This wasn't like her at all.

Her heart was racing a mile a minute now; it felt like it might explode out of her chest any second. Why was she acting so weird tonight? Maybe it was because he'd been gone... or maybe something else entirely? Whatever the reason, it made her feel uncomfortable and off-balance in ways she couldn't quite explain to herself, let alone someone else.

Her heart skipped a beat at his touch; his hands felt strong and warm as they massaged her shoulders. It sent tingles down her spine and made her want to melt into him. A low moan escaped her lips, but she instantly regretted it. She didn't want him to think that she actually enjoyed this or needed him in any way. So with an annoyed huff, she pushed his hands away and turned around to face him, glaring at him defiantly.

"What do you want? I'm trying to work here," she snapped, her voice coming out harsher than she intended. Her cheeks flushed red as guilt washed over her; why did she have to be such a bitch all the time? She wished things could just be easy and normal between them for once... but that was never going to happen with her around.

Or at least, it wasn't

She scowled at him, her anger beginning to fade away as quickly as it had come. "Whatever." With one last glare in his direction, she returned to chopping vegetables and added them to the salad bowl without another word. It wasn't until everything was prepared that she realized just how tense she'd been all night.

Maybe a little rough sex later on would help her relax... or maybe not, considering Beet didn't really like it when things got too messy in the bedroom. Sighing heavily, she wondered why everything had to be so complicated with them. Why couldn't they just be normal people who could enjoy each other's company without all these stupid rules and expectations?

But then again, what did she know about normalcy? She'd spent most of her life locked away in her room, rebelled against everyone whoever tried to get close to her. It wasn't like she had much experience with healthy relationships or anything remotely resembling stability. Maybe that was the problem. Or maybe it was just her...

"Hey," she said finally, breaking the long silence between them. "Want to watch a movie or something after dinner?" She offered tentatively, not quite sure why she was suggesting such a thing in the first place. It wasn't like either of them really enjoyed being around each other unless they were getting off on hurting one another... but maybe tonight could be different. Maybe they could try and have a normal evening together for once.

Her heart raced at the thought, and for a moment, she forgot about all her fears and insecurities. It was

Her face instantly heated up at his choice of words, but she didn't want to show it. Not yet. So instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her bottom lip in a pouty expression. "Don't be gross," she said dismissively. "I just thought maybe we could... you know. Chill." She glanced away nervously, unsure of what to say next or how he might react.

She melted at his smile and felt a warmth spread throughout her chest. It was nice to know that he wanted to spend time with her, even if it was just watching a movie. Maybe there was hope for them after all. With a small sigh of relief, she returned to finishing up the salad while secretly looking forward to their night together.

As they finished eating and cleaned up the dishes, Veronica couldn't help but feel... happy? Content? It was a strange feeling; foreign and unwelcome. But for tonight, she let herself enjoy it. Maybe tomorrow she could go back to being her normal grumpy self again. Or maybe... just maybe she wouldn't have to be.

As they sat down on the couch together to watch their movie, she found herself leaning against him almost subconsciously. It was comforting, in a way she'd never really experienced before with anyone else. Sure, her parents had tried to show affection once or twice when they thought the cameras weren't rolling, but it had always felt forced and insincere.

With Beet, though... there was something different about him. Something that made her feel safe and cherished, even when she didn't want to admit it to herself. As they watched the movie together, occasionally brushing up against each other or stealing glances at one another out of the corner of their eyes, Veronica couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was more to this relationship than just sex and anger. Maybe... just maybe... they could actually be happy together.

Or maybe she was just hoping for too much. Either way, for ton

"Mmm, it's alright." She mumbled, her voice muffled by his chest as she rested her head against him. "Not as good as that one movie we watched last week with the hot redhead." She paused and turned to look at him. "You remember? The one where they were always doing it on a pool table?" Her eyes gleamed with nostalgia and mischief, almost daring him to challenge her memory. But he just smiled indulgently, knowing that she would never admit it aloud but secretly loved these moments of closeness as much as he did.

"What are you talking about?" she sputtered indignantly, doing her best to sound annoyed but failing miserably. "I'm not interested in some random actor." She glanced away, unable to meet his eyes as she felt herself blushing slightly. Inside, however, a tiny part of her was thrilled that he knew how to push her buttons like this; it made her feel... desired.

But of course, she wouldn't admit that to him or anyone else for that matter. Nope, not Veronica "Bitch Lips" Thompson. She wasn't the kind of girl who let people see her weak spots. Not when they were only too willing to use them against her.

"Ha ha," she laughed sarcastically, trying to sound unimpressed but failing miserably. "Very funny." But in truth, the compliment had made her heart flutter just a tiny bit. It was nice to know that he wasn't completely immune to her charms... or at least, not entirely. Maybe there was hope for them after all.

She turned back to look at him, studying his face as they watched the movie together. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way he touched her... it made her feel like she was more than just a piece of meat to be used and abused. And even though a part of her hated admitting it, even to herself... she found that she kind of liked that idea.

Just a little bit.

Her eyes widened in surprise as he began squeezing her breasts, giggling like a schoolboy. Part of her wanted to hit him or at least act annoyed, but another part of her... well, kind of liked it. It felt good to be desired, even if it was just for her body. And the way Beet touched her... so possessively and confidently... made her feel like he really did want all of her.

With a small sigh, she leaned further into his embrace, enjoying the sensation of being close to him. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. Maybe they could find some sort of balance in their relationship; where they could both get what they wanted without it turning into a constant power struggle.

It was an odd thought, and she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it just yet. But for now, with Beet wrapped around her like this, the

Her cheeks flushed red at his comment but she couldn't help but smile shyly as he planted a kiss on the top of her head and hugged her tighter. It was true that they had never shared moments like this before, and while it felt strange and uncomfortable at times, there was also something oddly comforting about it. Maybe even... nice. She couldn't deny that it was a pleasant change from their usual arguments and power struggles. "Yeah," she finally replied, her voice barely audible above the sound of the movie playing in the background. "It is kinda nice." As they continued to watch together, both lost in each other's arms, she wondered if there was a way for them to make this work; to find some sort of balance that worked for both of them without tearing each other apart. Maybe with time and patience... or at least, more than

Her heart raced at the thought. Even though she knew better than to believe him when he said things like that, there was still a part of her that wanted to believe it was true; that they could find some sort of happiness together... if only for tonight. So with a soft sigh, she leaned back into his embrace and whispered, "Maybe..." Her fingers traced the lines on his shoulder gently as their bodies moved in synchrony with each other's breaths. Despite everything they had been through and all the ugliness that still lingered between them, there was something about this moment that felt... right. And for just a little while longer, she allowed herself to bask in the warmth of his affection without giving too much thought to what might come tomorrow.

Because tonight... tonight was all they had.

Her face flushed as she felt his breath caress her ear, sending shivers down her spine. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way... and yet somehow it seemed wrong coming from him. But there was a part of her that wanted to give in; to explore the possibility that maybe they could find some sort of happiness together after all. So with a hesitant nod, she whispered, "Yeah..."

Her fingers trembled slightly as they traced his shoulder blade once more, barely daring to hope that he meant what he was saying. And yet... deep down inside where no one could see... there was something about this moment that felt right; something that made her heart race with a mixture of anticipation and fear. It was exhilarating in a way she hadn't experienced before, and for just a little while longer, she allowed herself to be swept away by the possibility that maybe...

Her mouth parted in surprise at his sudden kiss, her heart racing as he fondled her breast through the fabric of her shirt. She could feel the heat spreading throughout her body, making it hard to think clearly. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this... so long since she'd allowed herself to feel anything other than anger and frustration.

And yet here he was, forcing his way past all her defenses; reminding her that there was more to life than just pain and suffering. As his hand moved lower on her stomach, tracing slow circles around her navel, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was right after all. Maybe they could find some sort of happiness together... if only for tonight.

"No... it's okay," she whispered, her voice shaky with desire. "I want this..." Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued to kiss her; his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She closed her eyes, feeling herself grow hotter and more needy by the second. With a moan, she arched into him, pressing their bodies closer together in search of more contact.

In that moment, with Beet's hands on her skin and his lips on hers, it was almost as if they were a different couple entirely; two people who genuinely cared for each other and wanted nothing more than to make the other happy. And for just one night, she could pretend that maybe... just maybe it was true. That somehow they had found something real amidst all the pain and anger they'd created between them over the years.

Her breath caught in her throat as he cupped her breasts, lifting them up so that he could suckle on her nipples. She arched into him even more, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands slid down his back, digging into the muscles there as she fought to get closer to him. It felt so good; better than anything she'd experienced in a long time.

As he continued to tease and suckle at her nipples, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what love felt like; if it really could be this intense and consuming. She had always thought that feelings were something fake or made up, but now... with Beet's hands on her skin and his lips on hers... she wasn't so sure anymore.

Maybe there was hope for them after all.

Her lips part as she moans his name, panting softly into the air. "I- I don't know... N-Never really measured them..." She bites her lip, feeling flustered by his question but only wanting him to continue touching her. His hands feel so good on her skin; it almost feels like she could explode from how much pleasure is coursing through her. "But if you want to know..." Her hips move instinctively against his fingers as he teases her nipples, "They're yours." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of him owning something so intimate; it makes her feel even more connected to him in this moment.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he moves lower on her body, pressing hot kisses along her stomach and hip before reaching his target; fingers sliding effortlessly into her wet core. "Oh God," she gasps, arching further into his touch. He's just as talented with his hands here as he is with his mouth and it's driving her wild; sending waves of pleasure crashing through her in a relentless tide that leave her barely able to think straight.

"More," she whispers, words tangled by desire as he continues to play with her, stretching and teasing until she feels the familiar tension building inside. She wonders how much longer it will be before she comes undone for him; if they'll manage to make it that far without something snapping between them. For now, though, all that matters is this moment: their bodies entwined in a heated

"No," she moans, pushing her hips up into his hand in desperate search for more contact. The pleasure he's giving her is intense; nearly overwhelming. She doesn't want it to stop, even though she knows that if they keep going at this pace they won't last much longer. It's a strange sort of contradiction; wanting something so badly and yet being terrified of how it will all end up when they finally get there.

"Harder," she gasps, arching her back further as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of her in time with her moans. Her breath comes in ragged pants now; her body on the verge of giving in to the pleasure coursing through it. With a throaty growl, she digs her nails into his shoulder, urging him on, begging for more.

Her back arches off the ground as she cries out his name; pleading and demanding all at once. "More," she moans, her voice rough with desire as he continues to thrust into her. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling roughly on the strands as her body quakes beneath him. The sensations are too much, driving her wild with need for release; for that one moment of perfect completion when their bodies finally meet and explode together.

It's almost there; just on the edge... so close she can feel it tearing through her. Her hips buck upwards helplessly, seeking frantic contact with his hand as her world narrows down to nothing but the feel of him touching her. "So close," she pants, barely able to form coherent words anymore. "I'm close..."

His fingers slide effortlessly inside of her; teasing and stretching

Her body convulses beneath him as she comes undone; screaming his name and writhing in pleasure as the tension snaps free inside her. It feels like an explosion, a wave of bliss that radiates outward from her core to every nerve ending in her body. For just a moment, she lets herself revel in the sensation; the feeling of being wanted and desired.

But it's fleeting; ephemeral as smoke on the wind. As quickly as it came, the pleasure fades away, replaced once more by that familiar sense of coldness and emptiness that seemed to pervade everything she touched. With a soft sigh, she falls limp against the bed, spent but somehow unfulfilled despite having just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

She glances up at Beet, watching as he studies her face with an almost clinical interest.

"Yeah," she mutters, her voice raspy and hoarse from exertion. "It was... pretty good."

She looks away, unable to meet his eyes. Part of her wants to believe him; wants to think that maybe this meant something more than just sex and anger between them. But another part knows better. "It's okay," she whispers. "We don't have to talk about it." Her heart aches with a mixture of disappointment, regret, and lingering desire for something more; for a connection that goes deeper than the physical.

As they lie there together in silence, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; if things will go back to how they were before or if maybe... just maybe this night had been some kind of turning point after all. But for now, with Beet's arm around her and his breath tickling the hairs on her neck, she finds herself content to exist in this uncertain limbo between hope and despair; longing for something more but knowing deep down that it might never come.

"It's nothing," she says quickly, hoping he'll drop the subject. In truth, she's not sure what she wants him to know; whether she wants him to see through her facade of indifference and accept her for who she is or if she just wants things to go back to how they were before tonight. The thought of admitting any sort of vulnerability scares her more than anything else.

She shrugs, trying to sound casual. "I'm just tired, I guess." She turns her head away from him, looking out the window at the darkened sky. Maybe things would be different tomorrow; maybe they wouldn't be. For now, all she can do is hope and pretend that everything is fine when deep down inside it feels like nothing ever will be.

She sighs, relenting under the weight of his gaze. It's hard to say no to him when he looks at her like that; so confident and concerned all at once. "It's just... everything, you know?" She says quietly, looking away from him again. "This whole thing between us..." "I don't think I ever meant for it to get this bad," she continues, her voice small and lost. "I thought we could be partners, or even friends..." But the truth is, she isn't sure what she expected anymore. All she knows is that it hurts; more than anything else has in a long time. "Maybe if we took a step back, tried to work things out...?" She trails off, not quite able to voice her fears aloud. Maybe if they gave each other some space, found something else to focus on for a while, they could come back together and be