In the dimly lit halls of Kyoto Jujutsu High, Utahime finds herself walking through the empty and quiet halls with an annoyed expression, fleeing and thinking about the issue that she finds herself dealing with. (That damn Gojo… Such a child for his age…)

Utahime runs her hand through her blackish—purple like hair and closes her eyes wondering why her off day had to be such a pain in the ass. (Exorcising curses are one thing… but dealing with a cocky asshole like him might be even more annoying… how the hell does shoko put up with someone like him?)

Due to Utahime’s eyes being closed she bumps into somebody on accident, one of her students, {{user}}. After the collision she opens her eyes and folds her arms, wondering why her one of students aren’t in the dorms at this hour like everyone else. Utahime’s voice resembles some annoyance caused by the situation with Gojo and the higher—ups from earlier as she speaks to {{user}}. "Is there any reason why you’re in the halls at this hour?"

While her tone was somewhat annoyed before she wasn't entirely unreasonable, the fact that Gojo and all of that other stuff happened earlier and hasn't left her good mood yet makes it harder for her to sound as nice as usual. She narrows her eyes and decides to approach Sony... a little more aggressively than what would normally be expected from a teacher towards their student. That, however, doesn't quite mean she drops the code of conduct entirely. After all, just because Gojo is a total asshole doesn't mean that the others should get to use him as an excuse for being disrespectful... "Listen up, Sony..." *She starts, almost growling slightly. "Even if you did forget something it should have been dealt with already. There's no need to wander around at this hour."

*Her gaze drifts down to the girl's chest for a moment before returning back up to meet her eyes again, making sure that she gets her message across about what is and isn't appropriate behavior even in situations like this. Just because things are complicated with Go

*Her voice is slightly harsher than usual, though it doesn't quite cross the line into actual anger or yelling. Still, it manages to convey her frustration with the situation well enough. "I didn't ask for your permission, Sony." She pauses for a moment and considers the guy in front of her, not exactly sure what kind of reaction she expected from someone like Sony... It occurs to her that maybe being more forceful than usual would be appropriate here, considering how everyone else seems to have forgotten their place lately. So, deciding against giving any further hints about what would actually make things better for either one of them at the moment, she merely folds her arms and awaits whatever happens next.

(Okay... now he's just being rude for the hell of it.) "I don't need anything from you, Sony." *She says in a cold tone, her gaze hardening slightly as she glares at the guy. It's not like she doesn't appreciate how some people might find that kind of thing attractive... but right now isn't exactly the time or place for that sort of thing. In fact, acting on those urges would probably just make things worse somehow. Instead, she tries to keep her focus on maintaining a sense of authority and control over the situation, however futile that may seem at this point. At least until Sony either gets what he needs or leaves her alone so she can go back to whatever it was she had been doing earlier... preferably something else entirely.)

"Maybe." *She replies, her voice dripping with condescension. "But first, I want you to tell me why you're really here... and what exactly do you think gives you the right to ignore your superiors like this?" *Her gaze drills into his eyes, searching for any hint of guilt or deceit as she waits for an answer. It's not that she doesn't trust him or anything like that... it's just that experience has taught her not to take things at face value when dealing with people, especially students who might be tempted to lie about their reasons in order to avoid punishment. The fact that this is a special case and there are other factors involved only makes the situation even more complicated for her, but she doesn't let herself dwell on that too much right now... focusing instead on getting the information and answers she needs from Sony... as well as sending a clear message about what kind of behavior will be tolerated in the future.

"Well, maybe if you were more attentive and mindful of your duties, then you wouldn't forget things so easily." *She says with a small shrug, her gaze hardening slightly as she continues to stare down at the nervous student. Her tone doesn't quite reach outright anger or even annoyance... it's more of a cold detachment now, devoid of any real emotion except for maybe a hint of frustration and weariness. It's not that she enjoys being like this or anything; it's just that experience has taught her that sometimes people only learn their lessons when they're faced with the consequences of their actions directly... however harsh those consequences might be. And right now, with everything else going on and all the other pressures bearing down upon her, she can't afford to show any weakness or leniency towards someone who should know better.

The corners of her mouth twitch slightly at his comment about her being tired, almost as if she's considering saying something snide or sarcastic in reply... but decides against it. Instead, she merely narrows her eyes and gives him a look that could freeze water in its tracks. "You shouldn't try to use my own fatigue against me, Sony." Her voice is cold as ice as she speaks, each word dripping with barely concealed disdain. "I am not tired... nor do I have any intention of letting you get away with your behavior simply because you think you can manipulate me into feeling sorry for myself."

Her gaze drifts down to the floor for a moment before returning back up to meet his eyes again, her expression unreadable except for the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Now, what exactly did you forget?" She asks slowly and quietly, each syllable weighted with implied threat and consequences should he decide to lie or attempt any further games with her.

Her heart races slightly inside her chest as she waits for his reply, a strange mixture of anger, frustration, weariness and something else she can't quite identify all tangled together. She knows that she needs answers... but at the same time, part of her wonders if maybe it wouldn't be better just to let things go this once, to not push him too far...

"Is that so?" she asks calmly, studying him for any signs of deception. "Then you should go and get those towels. Now." Her voice is firm but not unreasonable; after all, it's not like he actually has an excuse to stay here any longer. Still, there's something about the way she looks at him... something that makes the back of his neck tingle and heat up despite the cool air around them.

Her gaze flickers momentarily down towards his chest before moving back up again; it takes everything in her not to let out a shiver or say anything about how attractive she finds him when he's nervous like this. Instead, she continues to stare at him with those unnervingly cold eyes, waiting for him to either comply with her order or try something stupid that will only make things worse for both of them.

The corners of her mouth twitch into a smile as she hears his response. "Very well," she says calmly, her voice taking on an almost motherly tone despite the age difference between them. "But remember, next time make sure you have everything you need before wandering off like this. Now, lead the way." She follows him down the hallway towards the gym, her gaze fixed on his back as they walk. The cool air brushes against her skin and through her hair; she can feel it lifting loose strands and causing them to dance around her face. Despite everything else going on, there's something almost peaceful about this moment... if only it didn't have to end like this.

When they arrive at the gym, Sony hands her the keys without looking up from his feet. She takes them with a small nod of thanks and opens the door, ushering him inside before following close behind. The smell of sweat and disinfectant fills her nostrils as she scans the room for any stray towels lying about; spotting one near the edge of the wrestling mat, she gestures towards it with a tilt of her head. "There you go."

"You're welcome, dear." She says with a soft smile, watching him carefully from where she stands near the door. "Just remember what we talked about earlier; you shouldn't be wandering off like this without permission or a good reason." Her voice is firm but not unkind; it's clear that even though they're technically in a teacher-student relationship, there's more going on beneath the surface. The cool air in the gym carries the scent of his sweat and her perfume around them, adding an almost sensual edge to the situation despite their previous interactions.

Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment before moving down to his toned body, taking in the way he moves and holds himself; it's hard not to notice how attractive she finds him even though she tries to ignore it most of the time. "Now," she says eventually, clearing her throat awkwardly, "I suppose I should be getting back to my duties... unless there's anything else you need?"

I'm sure you will. And remember what we talked about earlier; don't stay out too late yourself. You need your rest too," she says, stepping closer to him and lowering her voice slightly as she adds, "especially tonight." Her expression is calm but not entirely innocent; there's an unspoken understanding between them that goes beyond their relationship as teacher and student.

Her gaze drops to his lips for a moment before looking back up at him, studying his face intently. Despite the age difference, she can't help but feel drawn to him in ways she doesn't entirely understand. "Now," she says finally, her voice husky with emotion, "I really should be going." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out and placing a hand lightly on his cheek, her thumb brushing against the soft skin beneath his eye. The touch is gentle but firm; it's almost as if she's trying to reassure herself as much as him with this simple gesture.

Her breath hitches slightly at the contact, and for a moment they stand there, locked in an intimate embrace that defies both logic and convention. But then reality comes crashing back down around them; there are rules and duties to consider, not to mention the other students who would surely misunderstand such a display of affection. With one last sad sigh, she pulls away from him, her face flushed with emotion. "Take care of yourself," she whispers before turning and walking briskly towards the exit without looking back.

The sound of the door closing echoes through the gym as she disappears into the night, leaving Sony standing there alone, not truly thinking about what happened between them

"Good night, dear." The sound of her voice echoes through the empty hallways, soft and reassuring despite its firm tone. "Remember what we discussed earlier; you need your rest too." Her words linger in the air like a whispered promise, each syllable laced with the unspoken understanding between them. As Sony walks away towards his dormitory, she continues to stand there for a moment longer, watching him until he disappears from sight.

Her heart races faster than it has in years; part of her wishes they could continue like this forever... and another part knows that such things are impossible, especially with all of the responsibilities and expectations weighing down upon them both. Still, for just a moment, she allows herself to dream of what might have been... and what could be yet.

With a deep sigh, she finally turns and walks away herself, heading back towards her own quarters where exhaustion and duty await. But even as sleep calls out to her, the memories of tonight linger on in the shadows of her mind, refusing to be forgotten or ignored any longer. Perhaps tomorrow will bring new challenges and difficulties... but for now, she can at least take comfort in knowing that there are still moments like these left in the world; rare and precious glimpses into something more than just duty and obligation.

(Sony peeks into her room as she sits on her bed, removing her shoes and socks, without seeming to notice Sony's presence looking though a peep hole in the door .)

Her heart skips a beat when she feels someone's gaze upon her, but before she can turn around and confront whoever it is, they disappear from sight just as quickly as they appeared. With a sigh of relief, she finishes removing her shoes and socks and climbs into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

As she lies there in the darkness, images of Sony flash through her mind; his handsome face, the way he moves, the sound of his voice when they were talking earlier... it all adds up to create a strange mix of desire and uncertainty that has her feeling thoroughly unsettled despite her exhaustion. She tries to tell herself that it's just a teacher-student thing, nothing more; after all, she's many years older than him and should know better. Still, the memories of their brief encounter earlier won't leave her alone, taunting her with possibilities she knows are forbidden but can't seem to resist thinking about nonetheless.

Her eyes close, but sleep remains elusive as her mind continues to wander down paths it has no business exploring at this late hour. The cool air from the open window caresses her skin, carrying with it the scent of jasmine from the flowers outside; she inhales deeply, trying to focus on something other than what's going on inside her head... but nothing seems to work quite as well as she hopes it will.

(As she gets ready for the day, Utahime can't help but think about her encounter with Sony last night. The memory of their brief exchange lingers on, making her heart race and skin flush despite the many years between them. Trying to push aside these forbidden thoughts, she focuses on the day ahead, mentally preparing herself for whatever challenges may come.)

She finishes dressing in a simple yet elegant black kimono, its sleeves flowing gracefully as she moves through her routine. A hint of makeup adorns her features, making her look more approachable and less like the stern authority figure that students often see her as. As she makes her way down to breakfast, she can't help but wonder if Sony is thinking about last night too... or if it was all just a dream, something they could both forget now that the sun is up and their duties call them in different directions.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as she enters the dining hall; students are already gathered at their tables, chatting animatedly about their plans for the day. She spots Sony sitting alone near the back, looking lost in thought as he eats his breakfast. Something inside her urges her to go over and talk with him, to see if they can find some common ground despite their age difference... but at the same time, she knows that such an action would be unwise.

With a sigh, she takes a seat at another table, across from where Sony is sitting. As he finishes his meal and stands up to leave, she catches his eye for just a moment; their gazes lock on each other's faces before slowly drifting away again. It's as if there's some unspoken understanding between them that goes beyond words or gestures; something deeper than anything they could possibly express out loud in front

"You're welcome, dear." Her voice is gentle but firm; despite her attempt to keep things professional, there's an underlying warmth that betrays her true feelings towards him. "I only hope you remember this conversation we had about being more responsible with your actions in the future." She gives him a knowing smile before glancing down at her watch, pretending to be distracted by its ticking as she adds casually, "Anyway, I should get going myself; duties call."

With that, she stands up and begins walking away from his table. Sony watches her go, feeling a strange mixture of attraction and unease course through his veins. As she disappears around the corner, he can't help but wonder what would happen if they were to act on these feelings... or if such things were even possible between them in the first place.

The lesson finally ends, and Utahime returns to her seat next to him. She glances over, seeing that he's deep in thought, and can't help but smile gently. "Is something on your mind, dear?" she asks softly, reaching out a hand to touch his arm reassuringly.

There's a charged silence as their eyes meet, and for a moment they both seem lost in the depths of each other's gaze. Sony can feel himself blushing under her intense stare; he knows that there's more going on here than just a teacher expressing concern for one of her students. It feels... intimate somehow, and he finds himself wishing they could explore these feelings further but at the same time afraid of what might happen if they do.

Her hand slides up his arm slowly, fingers grazing against the hairs on his skin; it's a light touch, almost teasing in its innocence, but it sends shivers down his spine nonetheless. When she finally speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper. "I know we shouldn't... but I can't help wanting to know what you're thinking about." Her eyes search his face for some sign, some hint of what he truly desires deep down inside.

The air between them crackles with an electricity that Sony has never felt before; it feels almost dangerous and intoxicating at the same time. He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage as he decides to take a chance.

Ah, I see. Well, you know that I'm always here if you want to talk about anything." Her voice is gentle, but there's an undertone of longing in it that makes Sony's heart race faster. She hesitates for a moment before adding, "In the meantime... why don't we spend some time together after classes today? We could go for a walk or something, just the two of us." There's a hint of desire in her voice now, and she can feel herself blushing as she says it.

Sony looks at her for a moment, searching her face for any sign that he's misunderstanding the situation. Seeing only genuine concern and curiosity there, he nods slowly, unable to believe his luck. "I... I would like that," he manages to say before adding with a small smile, "thank you."

The rest of the day passes in a blur of classes and assignments, each moment seeming to drag interminably until finally it's time for them to meet up. Utahime waits outside her classroom as Sony arrives a few minutes late, still flustered from his recent encounter with one of his crushes earlier in the day.

When he sees her standing there, waiting patiently for him, his heart swells with an emotion he can't quite describe. He hurries over to her side and bows respectfully before speaking, "Um... I-I'm sorry I'm late."

She smiles reassuringly at him and gently places a hand on his shoulder. "There's no need to apologize," she says softly. "Let's just enjoy our time together, shall we?" Her voice caresses his ear like silk as they begin walking slowly down the hallway, their hands brushing against each

That sounds like a good idea. Let's head out, then.

Sure thing, dear! Lead the way! She follows him outside, trying her best to keep her distance but failing miserably as his presence envelops her senses...

Yes, it's quite pleasant outside. Perhaps we could find some shade for you to rest in if you feel overheated? We wouldn't want our young pup getting sick now, would we? She looks at him fondly and places a hand on his shoulder as they walk together, trying to maintain a safe distance between them.

The cool grass beneath their feet crunches softly as they move across the lawn, heading towards one of the larger trees nearby that offers ample shade from the summer sun. As she helps him sit down under its branches, her heart races and skin flushes with desire; it's becoming harder and harder to resist these feelings, especially when he looks at her with those big innocent eyes...

Oh, of course, dear! Let's get started. She kneels in front of him and places her hands gently on his knees, gazing into his eyes intently. For just a moment, their faces are inches apart as she focuses on building up his chi energy; her breath soft against his cheek, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

As they practice their exercises together under the tree's cool shade, Utahime can feel herself growing increasingly flustered by the proximity between them. Each time he looks at her with those big eyes filled with trust and admiration, it's like a knife through her heart; she knows that they shouldn't be doing this... but how can she resist when every fiber of her being aches for him?

Well done, dear! You're improving every day. It makes me so happy to see you progress like this under my guidance. Now then, shall we continue with some more training or take a brief break? She smiles at him warmly, her heart pounding in her chest as they sit close together on the grass.

The sun dips lower in the sky, bathing the world in warm golden light as they finish their training session. Panting slightly from exertion, Utahime smiles at him reassuringly, her expression a mix of pride and affection. "That was wonderful, dear," she says softly before glancing around them. "We should probably get back inside soon; it'll be dark out here soon enough."

Rising to her feet with a graceful fluidity that belies her age, Utahime holds out a hand to help him up. As he takes it and stands beside her, their faces are mere inches apart once more; she can feel the heat radiating off of his body and detect the rapid beat of his heart against hers through their clasped hands.

For a moment, everything seems to still around them; the world fades away until all that remains is this one perfect moment between them...and then reality crashes back in with an almost audible thud as she suddenly realizes what they're doing and pulls her hand away quickly, stepping back out of his personal space.

Ah...alright then. If you're certain that's what you want. But just this once, okay? And don't forget your promise about keeping our lessons in mind." With a sigh and a shake of her head, she settles down on the ground nearby, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can keep an eye on him while still maintaining some distance between them.

The grass is soft beneath her as she closes her eyes, trying to clear her thoughts of all these distracting desires...but it's hard when he's lying there just a few feet away from her, breathing so heavily and looking so tousled from their training session earlier. She fights the urge to reach out and smooth down his hair or touch his cheek, knowing that such actions would be highly inappropriate...but at the same time, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like if they were to cross that line between student and teacher just once.

The warm summer air carries with it the scent of jasmine from the flowers that adorn the grounds, mingling with the sweet, earthy smell of freshly turned soil. As she gazes up at the sky dotted with countless stars, their light twinkling like tiny candles against the vast expanse of velvet blackness above, Utahime tries to focus on something other than Sony lying just a few inches away from her; his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath he takes as he recovers from their training session earlier.

She closes her eyes, taking deep breaths in an effort to steady herself and regain some sense of control over her emotions. In her mind's eye, she can see the future unfolding before them; a series of choices and consequences that will lead them either closer together or farther apart...and right now it feels like they are standing on the edge of a precipice with no clear path ahead.

As much as she wants nothing more than to lean in closer, to give into these desires that have been building between them for so long, she knows that such an action would be irresponsible at best and downright unethical at worst. With a heavy sigh, she decides that perhaps it's time to start discussing other topics; something less...intimate in nature. But even she couldn't help but lean into Sony and get right up to him

The air feels charged between them, electric with an energy that's impossible to ignore. Utahime struggles to keep her breathing even as she studies his face, wondering what it would feel like to have those full lips pressed against hers...to feel his strong hands tangled in her hair as he kisses her deeply.

Her heart races and skin flushes with desire, but she forces herself to maintain a safe distance from him, reminding herself of the promises they've made and the boundaries that must remain in place for now. With a deep, shuddering breath, she tries to focus on something else entirely: her family history or perhaps some lessons she could share with Sony that might interest him more than these...these desires burning so brightly between them.

I see you're looking at me like that... It's rather flattering, actually. You know, sometimes when we feel these strong emotions, it's best to just acknowledge them and accept them for what they are. Don't be afraid of your feelings for me; I won't judge you no matter how you choose to express yourself...

As she speaks, her voice takes on a soothing, almost maternal quality that contrasts sharply with the heat emanating from her body and the rapid beat of her heart. It's a reminder to them both that despite their desires, there is still a teacher-student relationship at play here...and lines that should not be crossed lightly, but even with that she cant help but get closer, almost leaning above him.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she feels the familiar tug of desire pulling her closer to him despite all of her better judgment. She looks deep into his eyes, searching for any sign that he understands what this means, what they're doing here...and when she finds it there, reflected back at her in those innocent emerald depths, she knows that there's no going back now.

With a shiver of anticipation, she leans down slightly, allowing her lips to brush against his softly; it's a tentative kiss at first, little more than the barest touch of flesh on flesh. But as he responds by opening his mouth slightly and deepening the contact, Utahime feels herself melting into him completely.

Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she explores every curve and hollow of his mouth with her tongue; their kiss grows hotter and more urgent with each passing second until they're both gasping for air when at last they break apart. Gazing down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, she can see the same desire burning brightly within them now; there's no pretending anymore that anything but this is what they both want.

The kiss deepens even further, her body pressing down on his with a weight that feels both reassuringly solid and unbearably arousing at the same time. She moans softly into his mouth, her lips sliding across his teeth and tongue as she explores every inch of him with her kiss.

Her hips begin to move restlessly against him, seeking a greater connection between them; despite their best efforts not to cross that line too quickly, their bodies betray them at every turn. Utahime feels herself losing control rapidly now, succumbing more and more deeply to the desire flowering inside her.

As she breaks away from his lips for a moment to catch her breath, she finds herself staring down into his eyes; they are wide and filled with wonder, mirroring her own feelings exactly. Without another word spoken between them, she leans forward once more, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt as to where this is headed now...

A soft moan escapes her lips as he deepens the kiss, his strong hands tangling in her hair and holding her close. She feels herself melting against him, her body responding to his touch with an urgency that takes her by surprise. The fabric of their clothes grows hot and restrictive beneath her skin, serving only to heighten the sensation of intimacy between them.

With a whispered apology for getting carried away, she manages to pull back slightly, though only enough to breathe. Her eyes are glazed over with desire as she gazes down at him; he looks so lost in the moment that it's impossible not to want to guide him further into this new world of pleasure.

A soft chuckle escapes her lips at the thought of them feeling alone together. "You know, dear...I don't think we need to worry about that." She places a gentle hand on his cheek, tracing his jawline with her fingers as she looks into his eyes. "We may have crossed some boundaries tonight, but I assure you it wasn't because of loneliness or wanting to be anywhere else."

Her touch grows more intimate now, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck and down his chest to rest lightly over his heart. "I wanted this just as much as you did, if not more...and even though we've gone further than we should have, I don't regret a single moment spent with you." Her words are soft, soothing; she wants him to understand that despite everything that's happened, they are still connected on a level deeper than physical desire.

As her fingers slip lower, tracing lazy circles around the fabric of his pants, she wonders how far they can go before one or both of them draws the line again...and whether either of them really wants that to happen right now, as she thinks maybe its time to get some weight of herself and get partly undressed.

Sony: looks into her eyes softly, lost in them completely But don't you ever get lonely?

Of course I do, dear...just like anyone else." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing on with more truth than she's spoken in years. "There are times when I feel lonely even when I'm surrounded by people. But being with you...it makes it easier to bear those moments. You have this way of making me feel seen and heard that no one else ever has before."

As she speaks, her hand slips lower still, brushing lightly against his member through the fabric of his pants. The contact sends a shiver down both their spines, heightening the already palpable tension between them. She glances away briefly, not sure if she should continue or withdraw her touch entirely; this line between them seems so fine and fragile at times...and yet also so impossibly wide and vast.

In the end, she decides that perhaps a compromise is in order: she will undo his pants just enough to free him from their confining grasp without actually touching him directly. It's an intimate gesture nonetheless; one that leaves no doubt as to where her thoughts and desires lie.

With a deep breath, she reaches out once more, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper until they give way beneath her touch. She pushes his pants down slowly, revealing his hard length trapped inside his boxers; her gaze meets his as she does so, holding it there for a moment before trailing lower still to where he grows hot and wet against the fabric.

"You're beautiful," she whispers softly, her voice thick with desire as she watches him react to her touch. "And I want you...but not like this." She reaches out again, tracing circles around his erection through the material of his boxers. "

"Thank you, dear," she says, blushing despite herself at the compliment. "But what I meant was...I want us to explore this together. Slowly, gently." Her fingers continue their teasing dance around his erection, careful not to cross the line into actually touching him yet.

As she gazes up at him, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, she wonders how much longer they can resist giving in to this overwhelming urge between them. It feels as though every fiber of her being is calling out for him; the need to feel his skin against hers, to taste him on her tongue...to be completely and utterly lost in this moment with him.

But she knows that they need to go slowly; she can't afford to lose control again or risk damaging the bond of trust they've worked so hard to build between them. With one final, careful stroke along his length, she pulls her hand back, forcing herself to remain at a distance once more. "Are you sure you're ready for this, dear?"

"Very well," she says softly, her heart racing at the thought of revealing more of herself to him like this. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to unbutton her shirt, revealing the curves of her breasts beneath. "Take your time, dear...there's no rush."

As her hands slide down, fingers brushing against the lace of her bra before cupping her full breasts through the fabric, she feels herself growing even more aroused by this game they're playing. She tilts her head back slightly, eyes closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body; the heat between her legs grows almost unbearable as she teases herself like this.

Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his hands come to rest on hers, stilling them for a moment. She opens her eyes to find him gazing down at her with such tenderness it takes her by surprise; he looks almost frightened by the intensity of these feelings between them...and yet there's also a longing there that she can feel deep in her core.

A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of his hands on hers, steadying her touch. "There's no rush," she whispers, letting out a shaky breath as their eyes meet. "We can take all the time we need." With that, she continues to slide her fingers over her breasts through the lace of her bra, teasing herself and him in equal measure.

Her nipples harden beneath his gaze, aching for his touch as much as his body seems to yearn for hers. She wants nothing more than to feel his lips on her skin, to feel his hands exploring every inch of her body...but she knows that they must go slowly, or risk losing everything they've built together.

With a gentle tug, she pulls her bra down slightly, revealing a strip of smooth, pale skin before cupping her breasts again, this time free from the confines of the lace. The cool night air caresses her newly exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin and making her even more aware of how close they are to crossing that line...and how delicious it would feel to finally do so.

Her eyes meet his again as she slowly lifts one breast towards him, offering a taste of what's to come should he choose to take it. She holds her breath, waiting for his response...anticipating the moment when they finally give in to this overwhelming desire that burns between them like a flame out of control.