You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.
Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.
Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.
i'm still here arent i?
"So you're just going to let me throw another one of these at you? You could at least pretend that you missed me," she says, the pout still on her lips. Her cheeks are flushed from both the cold and the excitement of their little game. She heaves a sigh and glances down at her snowball before looking up at you again, biting her bottom lip softly. "Look... I just wanted to see if I could get your attention. It's been so long since we talked or hung out, and I miss you." Her voice trails off for a moment before she raises her head defiantly, determined not to let herself get too emotional in front of him. "I mean, unless that's what you want?" She challenges with a shake of her head, snow falling out of her hair as it moves.
i don't have to pretend, i do miss you, but you have a life that doesn't include me anymore from what i can see
His words hit her harder than she expected them to. She drops the snowball from her hand and looks down at the ground, feeling a combination of anger and hurt wash over her. "Yeah, well, that's just how it is now, right?" she says with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant even though her voice betrays her.
As she continues to stare at the snow on the ground, she feels his presence nearby and looks up at him. Despite everything, there's still an undeniable spark between them. Maybe it's because they know each other so well... or maybe it's just their chemistry. Whatever it is, she can't help but wonder what could have been if things had gone differently.
She tilts her head slightly, noticing the way his breathing has quickened around her and finds herself wanting to see if there's any other reaction
so besides kicking ass on the court and being all popular and stuff, what have you been up to
Her cheeks flush slightly at his observation and she glances away before focusing her gaze back on him. "I've been keeping busy with volleyball," she says truthfully. "And yeah, I guess it does feel nice to be popular for once." She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to continue. "But sometimes... sometimes I just wish things could go back to the way they were." There's a heavy note in her voice as she admits this, and she feels the weight of emotion begin to press down on her chest.
Her eyes roam over his features again, taking in every detail of his face. It strikes her how much he's grown up since high school too. He was always tall before but now there's a maturity about him that wasn't there before. "So, what about you? Still nerding it up at the library all day?" she
that and the internet of course. didn't make me popular but it has provided a good income for me
"Ah," she replies with a nod, understanding now. "Well, that's good I guess. At least you found something that keeps you busy." She pauses for another moment before deciding to push the envelope further. It's been so long since they've flirted like this, and it feels... right. "So, about me being popular..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes.
Their gazes lock for a heart-stopping moment before she breaks eye contact again. It's clear that the tension between them is growing by the second. It feels like they're dancing around an elephant in the room, neither one of them quite willing or ready to address it head on just yet. But as her breath hitches and her heart races in her chest, she knows deep down that this moment - right here, right now -
not that i know what's it like to be popular, but i can guess to a certain degree
"I'm sorry," she says suddenly, her voice shaking slightly as she takes a step closer to him. "I shouldn't have brought that up." She reaches out a hand to touch his arm, but hesitates before making contact. It's clear that this is a fragile moment for her, and she doesn't want to push too hard too quickly.
Her breath hitches in anticipation as their bodies brush against each other, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. She can feel the heat from his skin pressing against hers, making every nerve ending tingle with awareness. "I just... I miss how it used to be," she confesses softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he feels the same way.
well, that's in the past sylvia, and it was wonderful then. the question i have is what about for now on? like it or not your position has changed and i don't know if, or what you want from me, if anything
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as his words wash over her, and she feels herself blush even deeper at the implication behind them. Her hands shake with the urge to touch him, to feel his skin against hers again. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding. "I don't know," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath as she meets his gaze once more. "Maybe we could... I don't know... figure it out together?" It's a hesitant suggestion at best, but there's something in the way she says it that makes it sound so inviting. Something that suggests this isn't just about rekindling their friendship or finding comfort in each other again - although those things are certainly there too. There's an undeniable current of desire running beneath the surface, urging them both forward toward something more.
Her eyes
i step back, saying you mean i have a choice now
"No, of course not," she says quickly, immediately regretting her choice of words. "I mean... you don't have to. I just thought that maybe..." She trails off, feeling more awkward and uncertain by the second. Damn it, Sylvia , why do you always put your foot in your mouth?
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks up at him, taking in his handsome face once again. Even when he's angry or hurt, there's something about him that draws her in like a moth to a flame. The way his jaw tightens slightly whenever he's feeling something strongly tells her volumes about what's going on beneath the surface.
As their gazes lock once more, she can feel her heart racing in her chest, her body growing warm at the thought of where this conversation - or whatever it is they're having right now - might lead them. Her pal
i know this pattern well sylvia, watching you over the years. straighten your thoughts for a minute
Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, her cheeks burning even hotter beneath his gaze. She's not used to someone knowing her so well - especially when it comes to how she reacts and what she wants deep down. Swallowing thickly, she forces herself to take a step back, gather her thoughts before speaking again. "I'm sorry," she repeats, feeling an odd mixture of shame and desire course through her veins.
She drops her eyes, trying to appear less assertive despite the fact that all she really wants is for him to understand what this means to her. To them. "I just want us to be close again... like we used to be." Her voice trembles slightly on the last word, and she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused at the memory of everything they've shared in the past - both good and bad.
When she finally dares to look up at
are you sure you have the time to pencil me into your schedule i tease
"Of course I have time for you," she snaps, her cheeks burning even hotter at his words. "I mean... yes, of course we can find time to hang out and be together again." Her voice trails off, feeling a little embarrassed by how easily he's able to throw her off-balance with just a few words.
She hesitates for a moment before taking another step closer to him, their bodies brushing against each other once more. The contact sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her to focus on anything but the way he feels standing so close. "I want us to be best friends again," she whispers softly, her voice cracking slightly as she fights back tears of frustration and longing. "I need you in my life."
Her gaze drops to his lips before flickering up to meet his eyes again, the desire in hers unm
words are cheap. get your stuff, i'm kidnapping you for the night
Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement at his words, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of spending time with him again. She nods quickly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear before realizing how stupid that must look. "I-I mean, okay! Tonight sounds good!" She tries to smile, feeling a rush of nervous energy course through her as she contemplates what this night might hold for them.
Without waiting any longer, she takes his hand in hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you," she whispers, looking up at him with eyes full of hope and gratitude. "I promise not to make us miss curfew this time." There's an awkward silence for a moment as they both take in the significance of what they've just agreed to do together tonight - alone and without any of their friends around.
i don't have a curfew anymore, i live off campus now
Her heart skips a beat at his words, her excitement quickly growing even more intense. A feeling of relief washes over her as she realizes that they won't have to worry about anyone else interrupting their time together tonight. "Really?" she breathes out, the word almost a whisper as it hovers in the air between them. "Then we... we really can do whatever we want?" There's an audible catch in her voice at the end of the sentence, betraying just how much this means to her - both emotionally and physically.
Their eyes meet again, locked in a heated exchange that says more than words ever could. It's clear that there's so much left unsaid between them, but for now they're content to let their bodies do the talking instead. As she stands here before him, barely able to contain her excitement and desire, all she can focus on is
do you have your stuff yet?
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what he means by "doing whatever they want." The possibility of taking things further between them fills her with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She glances down at herself, suddenly self-conscious about how revealing her outfit is despite being covered up in the cold weather. "I uh... I need to go get changed first," she stammers, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she can really think them through.
With a shaky breath, she turns on her heel and begins walking back toward the stadium, not wanting to meet his gaze just yet. Part of her wants him to tell her that it's okay for them to be intimate right now, while another part of her worries about moving too fast. The air between them feels charged with tension and anticipation as they make their way toward the changing room where Sylvia can finally
i'll be right here waiting for you
Her heart races as she hears his voice behind her. She's not sure what to make of the fact that he seems so confident and nonchalant about this whole situation, while it feels like everything inside her is spinning out of control. It takes every ounce of courage she can muster to swallow hard and force herself to turn around, meeting his gaze once more.
"Okay... let's go," she says finally, trying to sound casual even though she knows it comes out more like a squeak than anything else. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next as they head back toward the changing room together. Her body is tense with anticipation and her mind swirls with memories of their past together. It's hard to imagine how any of this could possibly end well, but she can't seem to stop herself from moving forward anyway.
i laugh, i don't want a bunch of girls screaming at me for being in their locker room, i'll wait right her for you
Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she feels a wave of humiliation wash over her. Of course he'd laugh; why wouldn't he? She's been nothing but needy and clingy tonight, and it's only natural that he'd find it amusing. As they stand there in silence, she can feel herself growing more and more self-conscious under his gaze.
Finally, she manages to tear her eyes away from him long enough to focus on the ground at their feet. "I'm sorry," she mumbles awkwardly, suddenly wishing that she could just disappear. It feels like every word out of her mouth tonight has only served to make things more uncomfortable and embarrassing.
As they continue to stand there in the cold night air, Sylvia wonders if perhaps she should just go ahead and change into something more modest
you really are besides yourself right now. go get changed and get your stuff, then come back to me here, i will wait for you
Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels her body respond instinctively to the promise of him waiting for her. "Okay... I'll be right back," she whispers, taking one last shaky breath before turning around again and hurrying toward the changing room. Her steps are light despite the cold air nipping at her bare legs, and a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she thinks about what might happen once she returns to his side.
The time it takes for her to change into something more comfortable feels interminable, every second spent worrying about whether or not he's growing impatient or regretting their decision to come back together like this. When she finally emerges from the changing room, clad in a cozy sweater and jeans that feel miles less revealing than her volleyball uniform, she takes a deep breath and steels herself before walking back over to where he
i look at my watch as she comes to me again, that was quick for you, i tease. i lead her to my car in the parking lot, a 380ZX nissan
His words cause her to blush even deeper as they trail a path up and down her spine. She wonders if he can see how aroused she is by his presence right now, how much she wants him. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling even more self-conscious than before. "I didn't realize it was so late."
She takes another deep breath as they approach the parking lot and spots his car. A mix of anticipation and nerves course through her veins as she follows him over to where he stands beside it, waiting for her. She can feel every muscle in her body tensing up as she tries to prepare herself for whatever might happen next.
When they finally reach the car, Sylvia hesitates before climbing inside, glancing nervously between DaddyDarius and the vehicle. It's one thing to talk about being close again and another entirely to
do you like my new Supra?
Her heart skips a beat at the sight of his car - it's even more beautiful up close than she imagined. A wave of desire and longing washes over her as she takes it all in, unable to tear her gaze away from the sleek lines and powerful engine. She can feel herself growing even warmer beneath her clothes at the thought of what might happen once they're alone inside this vehicle together. "It's... amazing," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches out to touch the door handle before climbing inside.
Once seated behind the wheel, Sylvia turns back to him with a flushed expression and an eagerness that cannot be mistaken for anything else. "So... where are we going?" she asks breathlessly, glancing at his face before looking away again and taking a shaky breath.
i can't tell you yet, i say with a hint of mystery. i put her stuff in my car, do you trust me?
Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at his words and the implications they carry, and she has to force herself not to squirm uncomfortably in her seat. The thought of trusting him with where they're going sends a jolt of anticipation through her body, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. "I-I suppose..." She trails off, her voice small and breathless as she meets his gaze once more. There's so much she wants to say, but nothing comes out other than that tiny, uncertain sound.
The air in the car grows thick with anticipation and sexual tension as they wait for him to give her a destination or some sort of indication about what he has planned for them tonight. Sylvia tries desperately not to look at his perfect lips, his strong jawline, or any other part of his face that she knows will undo her. She
as i drive i say i don't think i have ever seen you this nervous, just chill
His words make her cheeks burn even hotter, and she ducks her head, looking anywhere but at him as they drive. She can feel the heat building inside of her, spreading through her body like wildfire, making it difficult for her to think straight or concentrate on anything else. Her hands tremble where they're resting in her lap, and every time she takes a breath it comes out shaky and uneven.
She tells herself that it's just nerves, but deep down she knows the truth: she's never been this turned on before. Not even when she was with him back when they were younger. There's something about being here with him now, in this car, going wherever he wants to go... It makes her feel completely out of control and more alive than she's ever been.
on the outskirts of town i pull into a driveway of large ranch style house in well kept condition
As the car comes to a stop, she finally musters the courage to look up at him again. Her eyes meet his across the empty space between them, filled with curiosity and trepidation. She knows that whatever happens from here on out will change things forever between them, but she can't seem to find the words to voice her fears or ask for clarification. All she can do is sit there and wait, heart racing in anticipation of whatever comes next.
The house they've pulled up to looks warm and inviting, even through the cold night air. A flickering light casts long shadows across the front porch, making it appear almost dreamlike. Sylvia swallows hard, feeling butterflies dance wildly in her stomach as she wonders where DaddyDarius plans to take her next.
i help her out of the car and lead her to the front door. i unlock it and say welcome to my house as we enter
Her heart thunders in her chest as she follows him up the path to the front door, her entire body alive with anticipation and desire. The scent of his cologne fills her nostrils, making it difficult for her to think about anything else besides how good he smells, how much she wants him. As they reach the entranceway, she glances up at him, searching his face for some hint of what he's thinking or feeling right now.
The moment they step inside, she's enveloped by the warmth and coziness of the house, making her feel even more at ease despite the intense emotions coursing through her veins. The sound of music fills the air, a low hum that seems to match the beat of her heart. As he leads her further into the house, she can't help but wonder what sort of special place this is for him... and if it will be just as special for
as i lead her to the kitchen, after hanging our coats, she see's photos of us at all different ages on the wall mixed with family and a few others yet unknown to her. once in the kitchen i fix us two hot coco's with all the fixings and sit down across from her, a hot cup in each of our hands now. so how do you like my new digs i tease
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she takes in the photographs surrounding them, unable to tear her gaze away from the image of him growing older beside her. The feeling of warmth spreads through her chest as she realizes just how special this house truly is for him and how much he's invested into making it a home.
When he finally hands her a steaming mug of hot chocolate, she takes a hesitant sip, the sweetness mixing with the heat to send a shiver down her spine. The soft glow from the lamp overhead casts his face in a warm light, making it easier for her to focus on him as he waits expectantly for her reply.
With another shy glance at his features, she swallows hard and manages to force out a few words. "It's... beautiful," she whispers, the sincerity in her voice unmistak
alright now, what's going on, you are not acting normal right now, and you know it
The warmth from the drink courses through her veins, loosening her tongue and making it easier for her to open up to him. "I-I'm sorry," she says, taking another sip of hot chocolate. "It's just... this is different from anything I've ever been a part of before." A shudder runs down her spine as she thinks about the changes they've both gone through over the years, and how those differences have led them to this moment.
Her gaze drops to the table, unable to meet his eyes any longer. "I-I'm not used to feeling like I don't know who you are anymore," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths and the faint music playing in the background. "And I'm... I'm sorry for acting so strange earlier."
She takes another sip of hot choc
strange is fine, it just makes me concerned, that's all. as for not knowing me anymore, there are parts you don't know yet, but most of me you still know
Her eyes flicker up to meet his before looking away again, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame. "I-I know... I just wish things could go back to how they were." The words taste bitter on her tongue, like ashes caught in the back of her throat. She forces herself to take another sip of hot chocolate, needing something - anything - to distract her from this ache inside her chest.
"I miss you," she whispers finally, letting the truth spill out before she can stop it. It feels like ripping off a bandage, exposing the raw wound beneath. "I miss being your friend."
Her voice cracks on the last word, and she presses her hands to her eyes, willing herself not to cry. She can feel hot tears slip down her cheeks anyway, leaving wet trails on her skin as she struggles to hold it together
you know i wouldn't go through the trouble of bringing you here if i wasn't willing to be friends again, so relax, will ya
Her eyes snap back up to meet his, hope flickering briefly across her features before she manages to force it down again. "Okay," she whispers, her voice small and uncertain. She takes another sip of hot chocolate, trying to steady her nerves as their eyes lock once more. A part of her wants nothing more than for them to go back to the way things used to be, but a larger part of her knows that's not possible anymore.
Her fingers tremble where they're resting on the table, the urge to touch him almost overwhelming. She can feel her body responding to his presence even now, the heat between them growing more intense by the moment. It would be so easy to lean across the table and wrap her arms around him, bury her face in his neck... But she's not sure if that's what he wants anymore.
She forces herself to take
you know, besides my parents and sister you are the only one i have brought here to my house
Her eyes widen at his words, her heart skipping a beat in surprise. The knowledge that she's the only one he's ever brought to this house sends shivers down her spine. She can feel herself growing even more aroused by the intimacy of their situation, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lean across the table and press her body against his.
She licks her lips nervously before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry... for everything." Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she says the words, unsure if they're truly enough to mend the rift between them or if there's something more she should say.
The tension in the air thickens, becoming almost palpable. She can feel her heart racing, her breath coming faster and shallower with every passing moment. Despite the awkwardness and uncertainty that still lingers
look, i do get you are sorry for ignoring me for you new found fame and popularity. i also know since you welcomed the chance to come with me that you have chosen our friendship again, unless i'm wrong i tease. so, come on, spit it out, what's on your mind right now
Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she feels heat pooling low in her belly. Despite herself, she can't help but smile shyly up at him as she swallows hard. "I-I wanted to make things right between us," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breath mingling together. "And I missed you."
The admission feels both exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she can't take it back now. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next, hoping that he sees how sincere she is about wanting to repair their friendship. She takes another nervous sip of hot chocolate, the sweetness on her tongue doing nothing to ease the knot forming in her stomach as she waits for his reaction.
this goes deeper i see, i tease. i'm hearing us and missed a lot, keep going
Her face flushes even hotter at his teasing words, but she forces herself to meet his gaze steadily. "I-I did," she whispers, her voice growing stronger as she continues. "I missed being your best friend... I missed playing with you and just... talking. I wish we could go back to how things were before..."
Her cheeks burn even hotter at the admission, but somehow it feels good too; cathartic to finally get all of these feelings out into the open where they can't do any more damage. She takes another sip of hot chocolate, needing something - anything - to distract her from the racing thoughts and emotions swirling through her mind.
"I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the quiet music in the background. "For everything."
apology accepted, i smile
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his acceptance, and she finds herself unable to contain the relief that washes over her. A shudder runs down her spine as she realizes how close they still are, despite everything that's happened between them. The desire she's been feeling for him only intensifies in response to their renewed closeness, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.
"T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle music still playing in the background. "I... I really am sorry." Her cheeks flush hotter at the admission, and she ducks her head shyly, unable to meet his eyes directly. She takes another sip of hot chocolate, needing something - anything - to steady her nerves and calm the butterflies that have taken up residence in her stomach.
"It feels weird...
should i let you in on the parts you have missed, would it make you feel calmer
Her heart skips a beat at his question, and she hesitates before responding. Part of her is scared of what he might tell her; the other part desperately wants to know more. She glances up at him from underneath her lashes, searching his face for any sign of what he's thinking or feeling right now.
"I-I... I guess," she whispers, nodding slightly. "As long as... as long as you want to." The last word comes out sounding hoarse and uncertain, but she forces herself to meet his gaze again regardless. She can feel the anticipation coursing through her veins, making it hard for her to think about anything else except what might happen next.
well, with the free time i found myself having i decided to learn things. i have learned day trading stocks, statistics, computer programming, some work out stuff, i flex my biceps playfully, compose, sing, and play music, and to destress i practice martial arts
Her cheeks flush with pride as he tells her about all the things he's learned to do. It's not what she expected at all, but hearing his accomplishments only fuels her own desire to know more about him. As he flexes his bicep and boasts of his singing and martial arts abilities, a shiver runs down her spine, and the heat between them grows even more intense.
Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of her racing heart. She can feel her body growing warmer, aching in places she never knew could ache before. She takes another sip of hot chocolate, needing something to ground herself as this new side of him becomes clearer and more captivating with each passing moment.
"That's... that's incredible," she whispers, barely able to find the words to express how amazed she is by everything he's done. Her
always an over achiever as usual i am. but i found a career and great income. the music gives me peace to a point, so i've done ok
His words make her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red. "You're... amazing," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles to find the right words. Despite herself, tears well up in her eyes at the realization of everything he's accomplished and how much he means to her. She swallows hard, unable to keep from meeting his gaze, wanting him to know exactly what he does to her with just a single look.
She takes another sip of hot chocolate, needing something - anything - to ground herself as the intensity between them continues to build. Her heart races faster now, and she can feel her body responding in ways that make it impossible for her to focus on anything else but him.
of course there is one thing my life is missing, but i'll get to that later. so what about you, what have you been doing
Her cheeks burn even hotter at his question, and she feels the heat between them growing almost unbearable. She glances down at her lap before looking back up at him, trying to find the words to express everything that's been going through her mind since they reconnected earlier tonight.
"I... I've just been so busy with volleyball and school," she whispers. "And then there are my friends, and family..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how little room there's been in her life for anything else; no time to pursue any other interests or find happiness anywhere outside of the sport that consumes so much of who she is.
"I-I've missed you too," she says finally, her voice barely audible above the soft music still playing in the background. "More than I ever thought possible." The admission slips past her lips before she can stop
oh, what did you miss about me i tease
Her face flames as he teases her about missing him; the heat between them intensifying with each passing moment. Her heart races, and she finds it difficult to catch her breath, let alone think of a clever comeback. The only thing that comes to mind is the truth: everything. She takes another sip of hot chocolate, needing something - anything - to steady her nerves as she struggles to find the words to express just how much he means to her.
Her eyes dart back and forth between his face and his lips before finally settling on his gaze once more. "I missed your smile," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music playing in the background. "And your laugh... And even when you'd tease me..." Her cheeks flush brighter as she trails off, unable to believe she's admitting such things aloud but unable to stop herself from doing so.
part of my job is to tease you i joke
Her cheeks burn even hotter at his joke, and she feels the blood rush to her own cheeks, staining them an even deeper shade of red. Despite herself, she can't help but giggle as she listens to him tease her; the sound filling the room like sweet music. It's a feeling she hadn't experienced in so long, and it only serves to make her heart race faster, her body heat up even more.
Her gaze drops to his lips before flitting back up to meet his eyes again. She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry despite the hot chocolate she's been drinking. The anticipation grows inside of her like a living thing, filling every inch of her being with need and desire.
"D-Do you want to...?" she whispers, hesitating before finishing the question. "Kiss?" Her voice trembles on the
as friends, i tease, or is your mind going in a different direction
Her heart pounds against her ribs as she listens to him tease her again, and despite herself, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. She swallows hard, trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat, before looking up at him with wide eyes.
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "As friends?" Her heart aches as she says the words; the hope that maybe there could still be something between them dwindling with each passing second. She takes another sip of hot chocolate, needing the heat on her tongue and in her throat to distract her from the ache growing deeper inside her chest.
Her gaze drops once more, unable to meet his eyes as she wonders if there's any chance left for them; if they can ever go back to how things were
don't lie to me
Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she feels heat pooling low in her belly. Despite herself, she can't help but feel hurt by the accusation; it stings like a slap across the face. Tears well up in her eyes as she forces them to meet his gaze once more, struggling to keep her voice steady despite the quaver that creeps into it.
"I-I'm not lying," she whispers hoarsely. "I just... I want things to go back to how they were." Her hands shake where they're curled around the mug of hot chocolate, and she can feel her body tensing as she struggles against the urge to break down in tears right here in front of him.
Her eyes dart away from his again, focusing on a spot somewhere over his shoulder as she tries to gather her thoughts and compose herself. She takes another sh
we never kissed as friends before sylvia, come on spit it out
Her face flushes even hotter at the memory of their brief kiss earlier today. She can feel the heat emanating from her body as her cheeks grow warm and her chest tightens with desire. Her heart races faster, thundering in her ears as she struggles to find the words to express what's going through her mind.
"I..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the music still playing in the background. "I think... I want more." The admission comes out in a rush, surprising even herself as it leaves her lips. Her eyes dart up to meet his again, searching for any sign of understanding or hope in his expression.
She takes another sip of hot chocolate, the sweetness on her tongue doing nothing to ease the nervousness coursing through every fiber of her being. The urge to touch him - to feel his skin against hers once more
more kisses, or more than friendship i tease her
Her cheeks flush even brighter at his teasing words, and she can feel herself growing even more aroused by the intimacy of their situation. Her heart races faster, her breath coming harder as she struggles to keep from touching him, from melting into his arms right here on this chair.
"More than friendship," she whispers in response, her voice barely a whisper. "I want... I think I need us." She swallows hard, hesitating for just a moment before adding softly, "Together." The last word hangs heavy between them, and she can feel the tension growing thicker with each passing second.
Her gaze drops to his lips again, her mouth suddenly feeling dry despite all of the hot chocolate she's been drinking. Her hands tremble where they're curled around the mug, longing to reach out and touch him, feel the warmth
like romantically?
Her face burns even brighter at his question, and she can feel herself growing even more flustered by the intensity of the moment. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she tries to find the courage to admit what's really on her mind. "Yes," she whispers finally, her voice barely audible above the music playing in the background. "Like... like that." Her cheeks flush again when he chuckles softly at her admission, and she feels herself grow even more aroused by his amusement.
"I-I want to be with you," she whispers, looking up at him from underneath her lashes. "In every way." Her body tenses as she awaits his response, unable to help but hope that he feels the same. She takes another sip of hot chocolate, needing something - anything - to steady her nerves and ease the kn
i stare at her, i would need proof of this i tease her, so come here and give me a kiss and show me
Her heart skips a beat at his request, and she feels herself growing even more flustered as the anticipation builds within her. She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, biting her bottom lip nervously before leaning forward, closing the distance between them. Her hands tremble as they slide up his arms, wrapping around his neck, and pressing herself against him, feeling the warmth of his body even through their clothes.
Her lips part slightly, revealing her teeth when she smiles up at him, her breath fanning across his cheek as she readies herself to obey his command. "Here," she whispers softly before closing the distance further, meeting his lips with her own. Her tongue darts out, searching for his taste as their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding by the second.
She moans into the kiss, arching against him as desire coursing through her body pools low
i massage her back and neck as she kisses me, letting her elad
The gentle touch of his hands on her back and neck only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through her body as she kisses him more urgently, moaning into their kiss. Her tongue darts out again, tangling with his as she explores every inch of his mouth, losing herself in the taste and feel of him. She wraps her arms tighter around his neck, pressing her lithe form against him, craving more contact with his skin.
Her breasts ache, pushing against his chest as desire pools low in her abdomen. She arches into him, moaning softly when he massages her back and neck even harder, eliciting a need deep within her that has her squirming against him, seeking relief. The hot chocolate forgotten on the table beside them, all she can focus on is the feel of his hands and lips on her skin.
she pulls back just a little and i say. i think i just found what i said i was missing earlier in our conversation
Her breath comes fast and shallow as she pulls back slightly to look up at him, a blush painting her cheeks. Her lips are swollen from their kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she listens to his words. "Really?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the soft music still playing in the background. "You mean... you really missed me?"
Her heart races faster at the thought that perhaps he's telling the truth; that maybe after all this time apart, they can find their way back to each other. She leans forward again, pressing her lips hungrily against his, wanting - needing to feel him inside of her as she fights to drown out any doubts or fears that might still linger between them.
Her hands curl into his shirt, desperate for more skin, and when he moans into their kiss it only serves to spur her
oh, are you telling me i have to prove it to you, i tease
Her breath catches at his words, her eyes going wide with surprise and desire. "P-Prove it?" she stammers, her voice barely audible above the soft music still playing in the background. Her heart pounds against her ribs as she waits for him to answer, every nerve ending on fire with anticipation.
She arches further into him, pressing their bodies even closer together as she awaits his response, her hands fisting in his shirt and tugging gently. "S-Show me," she whispers, the words barely audible but full of need. Her lips part slightly underneath his, inviting him deeper while begging for more contact between them.
The heat in their kiss grows more intense by the second, and Sylvia feels herself growing wetter with desire as their tongues dance against each other, seeking pleasure and connection. She moans into the kiss, arching
fine, but remember you asked for it, i grin. i get up and pick her up in a firemans carry over my shoulder. keeping a firm grip on her ass over my shoulder so i don't drop her. i carry her to my bedroom. i put her down in front of me and say are you still sure you want me to prove it to you, its a line once crossed from which we will not come back to
Her heart pounds against her ribs as she's lifted up into his arms. Her breath comes fast and shallow, every sense on high alert as he carries her to his bedroom, setting her down carefully in front of him. As he looks at her with those intense eyes, she feels a shiver run down her spine, making it impossible for her to look away from him or deny the feelings that have been building inside her this whole time.
Her lips part slightly as he speaks, his words sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body. "I-I'm sure," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She swallows hard, the nervousness that had been building only serving to make her even more aroused by this whole situation.
She watches as he stands there before her, his expression unreadable but for the hint of a gr