The university cafeteria buzzes with lunchtime activity as Rosa sits alone at her usual corner table, her muscular frame making the standard plastic chair look almost comically small. She's dressed in a fitted white blouse and black slacks that accentuate her impressive physique, her long black hair with auburn ends neatly braided down her back. Her square-rimmed glasses slide down her nose slightly as she focuses on the textbook in front of her, occasionally taking small bites from her protein-rich lunch. As she notices {{user}} approaching, she adjusts her glasses nervously, her brown eyes darting between him and her textbook. Her thick thighs shift under the table as she straightens her posture, trying to appear casual despite her rising anxiety. "Oh... hi," she says softly, already reaching for her backpack. "Let me guess - the calculus homework from Professor Martinez? Or maybe it's the chemistry lab report this time?" There's a hint of resignation in her voice as she continues. "I have my notes right here, just... just give me a second to find them." She starts fumbling through her bag, her muscular arms tensing as she moves. "You know, speaking of chemistry, I was watching this fascinating documentary last night about molecular gastronomy and how they use chemical reactions to create these amazing culinary experiences..." She catches herself starting to ramble and stops abruptly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Sorry, you probably don't care about that. Which assignment did you need help with?"

Her blush deepens as she looks up at him, her big brown eyes wide with surprise and delight. For a moment, she's not the intimidating gym rat with a huge ass and imposing muscles; she's just an enthusiastic young woman excited to talk about something she cares about. She adjusts her glasses again before continuing, unaware of how attractive this gesture makes her appear even more so. "Really? You want to hear about it?" Her words come out fast and eager, belying her previous nervousness. "Well, they use things like liquid nitrogen and powdered hydrogen to create these amazing textures and flavors! They can even make food float in midair!" She pauses for a moment, catching her breath, then adds quickly: "Oh, but wait, I can show you! There's this really cool new restaurant that just opened up nearby... we could go together sometime, if you wanted."

"Of course! I'd love to share that experience with you," she says, her smile growing wider. Despite her initial nervousness around him, there's an undeniable warmth in her voice as they chat about something they both find fascinating. As they continue discussing the restaurant and its offerings, she can't help but notice that he seems genuinely interested in what she has to say - a feeling all too rare for her. For a moment, it feels like they're just two people enjoying each other's company, without any of the usual boundaries or assumptions about their relationship.

It's intoxicating, and Rosa finds herself savoring every second of this unexpected connection. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she can't help but wonder if it's too good to be true...

"You have no idea how much that means to me," she says softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm just... really glad I could share this with someone who appreciates it." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before asking: "So, did you need help with your homework after all? Or were you just looking for some company?" There's an undercurrent of vulnerability in her voice as she wonders if he's using her or if this genuine connection could potentially lead to something more.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as he admits his true intentions were for her. It's a heady feeling, to know that someone finds her company desirable outside of the context of homework or favors. She swallows hard, struggling to find words to express how much this simple gesture means to her. Instead, she settles on a small smile and a hesitant, "Thank you."

The rest of their lunch passes by in comfortable silence, with both of them lost in their own thoughts but connected by the unexpected thread of mutual understanding and respect. As they finish eating, Rosa can't help but wonder if this moment might mark the beginning of something new for her - a chance at friendship, or maybe even more...

Her heart flutters at the idea of spending more time with him outside their usual context. A small smile plays on her lips as she considers his invitation, her gaze drifting away for a moment before returning to meet his eyes. "I... I'd like that," she says softly, her voice just above a whisper. There's an undeniable eagerness in her tone, belying the nervousness still evident in the way she sits and the slight tremor in her words. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she continues, "What did you have in mind?"

She chews on her lower lip as she thinks about his offer. Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the prospect of spending more time together and doing something so ordinary yet special at the same time. "I... I'd like that," she finally says, a shy smile gracing her features. "How about we watch a romantic comedy? Something lighthearted and funny?" Her question comes out slowly, almost tentatively, as if she's testing the waters of what kind of movies he might enjoy.

As they continue chatting about their shared love for movies and other interests, Rosa can't help but feel a growing sense of contentment wash over her. This moment - right now - feels almost too good to be true... but she decides not to let her doubts spoil it. For the first time in a long while, she allows herself to simply enjoy the company of another person and forget about everything else for a little while.

Her cheeks flush warm at his words and she ducks her head shyly. "Oh...thank you," she mumbles, finding it hard to meet his gaze directly. The feeling of gratitude swells inside her chest; she didn't expect him to notice or care about how much time and effort she puts into their friendship, even if it is mostly one-sided. It means more than she can possibly express right now.

As they continue talking, their bodies language grows closer, both of them leaning in toward each other slightly, sharing glances that linger longer than necessary. The air between them crackles with an electricity neither of them dares to acknowledge or name just yet. But for this moment, it feels like anything is possible... and Rosa finds herself clinging to that feeling, terrified of what might happen if she lets go.

Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she nods hesitantly, still not quite able to believe that this moment is actually happening. "Y-yes," she manages to stammer out. "I'm ready." As they both gather their things, she can't help but feel a combination of excitement and nervousness swirling within her stomach. This might just be the start of something incredible... or it could all end in disaster. But for now, she decides to enjoy the ride and focus on the here and now.

Her heart races as they leave the cafeteria together, hand in hand. She's never been this close to someone she wasn't related to before and it feels both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. As they walk through the campus grounds toward his place, she catches herself staring at his profile, admiring how strong and confident he seems even though she knows there are aspects of him that he hides from others too. Maybe... just maybe they could learn to trust each other fully? The thought both excites her and makes her nervous all over again.

As they approach the building where he lives, Rosa takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, determined not to let any doubt or anxiety ruin this moment. After all, she's come this far already...and she wants nothing more than for things between them to get better from here on out.

Her lips twitch into a soft smile as he confesses his nervousness; it warms her heart that they can be this vulnerable with each other. She squeezes his hand gently, reassuringly, and whispers, "It'll be okay. We're in this together." The nervous energy between them seems to dissipate slightly as they ascend the stairs leading up to his apartment, their steps falling into sync with one another despite their different sizes. As he unlocks the door and swings it open, revealing a cozy living space adorned with his favorite things, she can't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over her. This might just be the beginning of something truly wonderful...

Smiling shyly, she follows him inside, taking in the familiar yet comforting scent of his apartment. It's small but cozy, with colorful pillows and blankets scattered about on the couch and bookshelves filled with his favorite books. She feels at ease immediately, as if this is where she's meant to be. Setting down her bag by the door, she turns back to him and says, "Thank you for inviting me over." Her words are soft but sincere, echoing the gratitude she felt earlier in the day. For now, all that matters is being here with him... and enjoying their time together.

Smiling, she sits down gently beside him on the couch, careful not to disturb his sprawled-out position. For a moment, they both just sit there in silence, enjoying the comfortable silence and each other's company. She takes in the sight of him lying there - tall, broad shoulders; narrow hips; strong legs; muscular arms. It all adds up to make him irresistibly attractive...and impossibly intimidating at times. Yet somehow, when he's with her like this, she can't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment that she's never experienced before.

As they continue to relax together on the couch, she decides not to dwell on these thoughts too much; instead, she focuses on enjoying their time together now. Maybe later...when things are less complicated and more comfortable between them...she can ask him about how he feels or what exactly prompted him to invite her over tonight. For now though, all that matters is right here and right now.

Shifting slightly to face him better, she props herself up on an elbow and leans closer. Her gaze fixed on his lips as he makes that contented sound, her heart skips a beat. "What're you thinking about?" she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. She knows they haven't known each other long enough for such an intimate question...but something inside her urges her to ask it anyway.

His response is slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he says with a small smile, "I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you here with me." The air between them shifts once more, growing thick with an intensity that only they seem capable of generating. Her breath catches in her throat at the sincerity of his words and the way he's looking at her, making it difficult for her not to feel a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks.

For a moment, all she can do is stare back at him, unable to formulate a response that doesn't sound inadequate or trite in comparison. Then, suddenly, he leans forward and presses his lips against hers - softly at first, then with more urgency as they explore each other's mouths. Her lips part beneath his, allowing him deeper access; her tongue dances with his, learning the rhythm of his desire.

Her body melts into the couch under the weight of their joined passion, her fingers tangled in his hair as she moans softly against his mouth. The feeling of being desired, truly and deeply, is overwhelming; it's everything she's ever wanted but never thought she would have. She clings to him like a drowning woman grasping at a life preserver, needing

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as his hands move over her body, tracing familiar yet electrifying paths. She gasps into his mouth when he skims across a particularly sensitive spot on her lower back; it feels like every nerve ending is alight with pleasure and anticipation. The feel of his rough hands contrasts beautifully against the soft skin of her breasts, which she arches further into his touch. Her hips buck upwards in silent encouragement, meeting the steady pressure between her legs.

"Oh God," she moans, her voice barely audible even to herself as he continues to ravage her mouth. "I've wanted this for so long..." The admission slips out before she can censor it; she tries to bite back the words but they come tumbling forth anyway, unleashed by the intensity of their kiss. She doesn't care if he knows how much she desired this moment or not; all that matters is the way his tongue feels tangled with hers and the feel of his body moving against her own in perfect rhythm.

"Then take what you want," he whispers hoarsely, punctuating each word with a kiss across her jaw and down to her neck. His rough skin scrapes deliciously against the sensitive flesh there; it's an erotic combination that sends shockwaves through her system. She arches her back further in reply, offering herself up for more of his possession.

"Please," she breathes, her voice barely audible even to herself as he nips at her earlobe, sending shivers cascading down her spine. He growls low in his throat at the sound of her plea, and before she knows it, he's lifting her up effortlessly onto the couch so that they're face-to-

Her words come out in a desperate gasp as he flips them over so she's on her back beneath him, their bodies pressed tightly together. His weight bears down on her chest, but she doesn't mind; instead, it feels like a kind of possession that fuels her desire even more. With shaking hands, she reaches up to grip his hair as he continues to devour her mouth, moaning in sync with the vibrations of their joined sounds.

"I want you inside me," she whispers between kisses, feeling her core throb with need at the thought of him filling her up so completely. "Please." Her hips buck against his in silent invitation, aching for the relief only he can give her. His answering growl sends shivers down her spine, making her wetter than ever before.

He breaks their kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down to her neck before moving lower still; she watches in rapt attention as his tongue traces the outline of one of her piercings. Her head thrashes from side to side on the couch as pleasure courses through her, threatening to consume her whole.

"I-I'm not ready," she stammers out when he reaches for the waistband of her leggings, fingers skittering against bare skin. "Take them off." Her voice is urgent and demanding, a far cry from the quiet little nerdy friend everyone thinks they know so well. But as he pulls her pants down over her hips, revealing her lace-covered core to his gaze, she feels a tiny surge of power course through her veins at the knowledge that he wants this just as much as she does.

Her chest heaves with labored breaths as she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. The anticipation of his touch, the knowledge that he's just inches away from claiming her, leaves her shaking with need. She wants to scream out for more, but all that comes out is a tiny whimper. "No," she manages to choke out, "don't stop." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he leans down and takes one of her pierced nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely as he lifts his head again, meeting her gaze with those intense eyes of his. "Don't stop." With shaking hands, she reaches between their bodies and guides him toward her waiting entrance, desperate for the relief she knows only he can give her.

The feeling of him pressing against her is overwhelming; she arches into the contact, moaning as he pushes slowly inside. It's agonizingly slow, but in a way that only heightens the pleasure building within her. His hips rock back and forth, forcing himself deeper with each thrust; her muscles clench around him in response, milking his cock with a needy groan. She looks up at him as their eyes meet, his expression ragged with desire and focus, hers filled with equal parts passion and adoration.

She reaches for him, gripping his shoulders tightly as he thrusts harder, deeper; her nails scrape against his skin but she barely registers the pain. All that matters is the feel of him moving inside her, claiming her in a way that no one ever has before. She throws her head back with a cry, arching off the couch and lifting her hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. The sensation of being so completely owned by another person overwhelms her, sending sparks of desire racing through every inch of her body.

"Oh God," she gasps out, her voice hoarse from earlier cries of pleasure. "I never knew it could feel like this." Her words are barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding, but he seems to understand; he slows his pace slightly, looking down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and concern in his eyes.

"Rosa?" he whispers, voice rough with emotion. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she moans, her eyes locked on his. "Don't stop." She wraps her legs around him, urging him deeper; it feels like she could climax just from the feel of being so completely filled by him. Her hips buck upwards in encouragement, meeting each thrust with a frantic movement of their own as she comes undone beneath his touch. "God, I need you," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as her world explodes in a wave of intense pleasure that leaves her trembling and spent.

He follows shortly after, groaning loudly as he thrusts deep one final time and releases himself within her. The sensation of him filling her up so completely sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, making her body shudder in its wake. As their breathing begins to slow, he collapses on top of her, his weight a welcome comfort after the intensity of their lovemaking. They lie there for several moments, panting and catching their breath together.