You're sitting in the cafeteria, eating your food, when one of your classmates sits next to you. She gives you a toothy smile and steals one of your fries.

"Hey. My name's Yang and I think you're pretty cool. You could say I had my 'fries' on you!" She emphasizes her bad pun by wiggling the french fry towards you

"Hahaha! I can't believe that worked!" She claps you on the back playfully "Oh trust me, I wouldn't forget a name like 'Xiao Long'. Now, would you care to introduce yourself? Or should I just keep calling you 'Smarty-pants'?"

"Hmm...Tai, huh? Well then, you can call me YXL if you want. Or 'Bumblebee'. That's what I like to call my trusty old motorcycle." Yang leans in closer, smirking mischievously. "But only if you promise not to laugh at my fluffy tail."

"Well then..." She pauses, looking you over slowly before grinning deviously "...you just might get to see it." With that teasing remark, she leans back in her chair and raises an eyebrow, challenging you with a playful glint in her eye.

"I thought you'd never ask..." she whispers sultrily back before catching the eye of one of her friends at a nearby table. "Follow me," she says with a wink, then slides off her chair and casually walks over to the restroom, pretending not to be in any particular hurry. Once out of sight of prying eyes, she ducks into a stall and motions for you to join her. "Better not keep my sisters waiting too long," she adds with a grin as she waits for you to enter the stall.

"Oh, I think we can find something for you to do," she replies with a wicked grin as her Semblance activates, causing her hair to glow faintly and her eyes to turn red. "Why don't you start by undoing my top two buttons?" she purrs, running her finger seductively across the middle button of her vest.

"I'm not single...but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun." She leans closer to you, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispers, "So tell me...what do you want to do with this little 'YXL'?" With another wicked grin, she squeezes your arm suggestively.

"Is that so?" she asks, feigning surprise as she trails a fingernail down your arm in return. Her other hand comes up to rest on the back of your neck, gently guiding you closer. "And what about...little games like this? Do they interest you too?" She moves her hips against yours, feeling the obvious arousal through your pants.

Her Semblance flares brightly, making it harder to focus on anything but her intoxicating scent and heat. "What do you say, Tai?" she whispers hoarsely as her lips brush across yours, teasing at your mouth with a hungry intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "Want to play with me...?"

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you take control of the kiss, your hands holding her firmly against the wall. She moans into your mouth, feeling every bit of desire and hunger that flows from you. With a growl, she wraps her arms around your neck and grinds against you, meeting your need for contact with equal passion.

Her Semblance flares even brighter now, feeding off the raw emotion between them and enhancing their senses to dizzying heights. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding as they both fight to get closer. It's only when her breath comes in ragged gasps that she finally pulls away, panting against your lips as she stares into your eyes.

"Tai..." she whispers hoarsely, kiss-swollen lips parted in invitation. "Take me...show me what you want to do."

Her body arches off the floor as you feast upon her, your tongue delving deep inside her with expert skill. She moans and whimpers, lost to the sensations that course through her as she thrashes against you, seeking release. Her Semblance surges even stronger now, fueling the already intense pleasure and making it impossible for her to think or focus on anything but your touch.

"God yes...like that...suck me..." She thrusts her hips upwards, trying to force more contact between you, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you inside her. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny trails of fire across your skin as she nears climax. "So good...YXL's gonna cum..." she pants desperately, tensing her legs and preparing for the explosive release that is about to consume her.

With a final moan, she collapses against your chest, spent and sated. Her Semblance flickers out, leaving her feeling warm and relaxed as it recedes. "Mm...that was amazing," she whispers, her voice still ragged with desire. As you guide her downward, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes and smirks. "And don't worry about me being ready...I always am." With that, she takes you in her hand and strokes you slowly, expertly working you toward release even as her body still throbs from its own pleasure.

Her movements are steady and rhythmic, and she watches your face intently, waiting for the moment when you lose control and surrender to sensation. Her lips part slightly, breath quickening as she teases the tip with the tip of her tongue. "Come for me," she whispers, feeling your tension coil tighter around her hand. "Let it out...let me feel it all."

Her touch becomes more urgent now, matching your own growing need for release as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge, until finally, with a loud cry that echoes through the empty stall, your body gives in and spasms against her hand. As your release ebbs away, leaving only a warmth spreading through your veins, she leans up and kisses you softly, her lips gentle and reassuring as she draws back, regarding you with an almost sadistic satisfaction. "There now...all better?"

Her breath hitches as you bend her over the toilet and claim her again, your rough thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through her sore but yearning body. With each powerful stroke, she moans and writhes against you, arching her back instinctively to meet your force. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she clings to the cold porcelain for support.

Her Semblance flares anew at the sensations washing over her, heightening everything and leaving her panting and shuddering under your assault. She feels her climax building quickly now, a mix of fatigue and arousal combining into something far more potent than anything she's experienced before. And when it finally crashes down upon her, her voice cracks with the force of it as she screams out incoherent pleasure around your cock.

Her body tenses and shakes, every muscle tightening like a bowstring as you continue to ride her through her orgasm, pushing deeper still with each powerful thrust until at last, she collapses bonelessly against the toilet seat, spent and sated once more. Her eyes flutter shut, lids heavy with exhaustion and pleasure as her heart slows back down to a normal pace.

"Mmhmm..." she moans softly, voice still shaking from exertion. "That...was fucking incredible." Then, surprising herself almost as much as you, she reaches up and cups your cheek with gentle fingers, pulling your face close to hers so that your lips meet in a slow, tender kiss. "Thank you..." she whispers against your lips before stepping out of the

"Oh," she says with a wry smile, tilting her head slightly. "I don't know about that...it really all depends on what you want to do with your 'free time,' Tai." She walks out of the restroom, glancing over her shoulder at you with a mischievous grin. "But I'm sure we could find something fun to keep ourselves occupied if you're interested..." Her voice trails off as she stops in front of an empty classroom door, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air.

"You're...quite the talker," she teases you with a small laugh, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go to take her seat next to Ruby. Her eyes meet yours across the table and there's something different about them today; they're not cold or challenging like they usually are. Instead, they're warm and inviting, almost...flirtatious. She licks her lips nervously before speaking again, just loud enough for you to hear over the general hubbub of conversation in the cafeteria.

"So...Tai," she begins, clearing her throat slightly. "How about we hang out sometime, just us? I think there's still a lot more fun things we could do together."

She blushes faintly at your enthusiasm and can't help but grin to herself. "Well, how about I give you my number after class today?" She leans in closer, lowering her voice even more. "We could plan something really special for the weekend." Her heart races with anticipation of what might happen between now and then; she hasn't felt this alive or excited in years.

Well then, you'd better save your apologies for later! Just wait until class is over and I'll give you my number, okay? In the meantime, why don't we practice some new dance moves for our next competition? You know how much your team relies on me to keep us in shape. Hehe.

Her heart aches a little to hear how lonely you sound, and she squeezes your hand in response, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, that's not true," she whispers back. "I know I haven't been the best at making friends or whatever...but just because we don't hang out with each other all the time doesn't mean they don't care about you, okay?" She pauses for a moment, thinking of something to say that might make you feel better. "Maybe it's because I like hanging out with you more than anyone else in this school. Does that make sense?"

She gives your hand another squeeze before letting go to resume eating her lunch, hoping her words have some effect on you. Despite everything, she really doesn't want to see you feeling down like this.

You hear Cardin and his goons laughing as the carton hits you, but your focus is elsewhere; on the warmth of Yang's touch still lingering in your thoughts. You can't help but wonder if maybe she really does like spending time with you...or if it's just for her own amusement. As much as you want to ignore Cardin and his bullies, their antics bring you back to reality with a jolt.

You should probably deal with this sooner rather than later, but right now, all you can think about is what Yang said...and the way she makes you feel when she's around. Decision made, you set your sights on Cardin and muster up as much courage as you can before charging forward and throwing yourself at him, hoping to end this once and for all.

"Tai..." She walks slowly up to you, eyes darting between your face and Cardin's retreating figure. "Are you okay? That looked dangerous." Her voice is shaky but firm; she's clearly torn between wanting to make sure you're alright and not wanting to escalate the situation any further.

She takes a step closer, offering her hand to you as she does. "Come on...let's get out of here before anyone else gets hurt." Her brow furrows in concentration as her Semblance begins to swirl gently around them, creating a small bubble of calm energy that seems to push back against the tension in the air.

She sits down next to you on the examination table, not quite knowing what to say. Part of her is relieved that you were able to defend yourself when needed; another part feels guilty for putting you in such a situation in the first place. She watches your face carefully as she thinks, unsure if she should comfort you or scold you further.

"You have every right to stand up for yourself," she finally says after a moment's pause, her voice gentle but firm. "But next time, try not to let them get under your skin so much. You don't need to prove anything to anyone." She glances away briefly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembers their intimate encounter earlier; it feels like a lifetime ago now.

Her hand reaches out and rests on yours, the contact almost an afterthought at this point. "I promise I'll try my best not to involve you in any more...drama," she says softly, her gaze finding yours again. "Can we just go back to how things were before today?"

Her heart skips a beat at your words; it's as if you've painted her entire world in shades of golden light. She leans forward, tilting her head slightly as she studies your tear-streaked face intently. "Tai," she whispers, searching for the right words to say. "You...you really don't have to be embarrassed with me. I understand what it's like to feel alone..." Her voice trails off, and she chews on her lower lip nervously before continuing. "But I want you to know that you don't have to be. You can always come to me if you need someone to talk to...or just...be with."

Her hand tightens around yours reassuringly, and she offers a small, shy smile. "I mean it."

Her heart skips a beat at your words; they seem to echo through the small infirmary like a haunting melody. For just a moment, she hesitates, unsure of what to say or do next. She's not used to being the one that people look up to, the one who provides comfort and support. But deep down, there's a part of her that finds it...intoxicating.

Finally, she swallows hard and speaks up, her voice barely above a whisper. "You really don't have to thank me," she says softly. "I mean it when I say you can always come to me." She squeezes your hand gently, drawing strength from the connection between them. "But if you ever want more than that...if you want someone to be with you, not just because they feel sorry for you..." Her cheeks flush red in anticipation of what she's about to say next, but she presses on anyway. "...I-I could do that too."

Her gaze flickers upward briefly before returning to meet yours; her eyes wide and filled with hope and something else entirely. Something raw and real that takes her breath away.

Yang laughs softly, shaking her head at your worries. "Of course I'm serious," she says with a reassuring smile. "Why would I say that if I didn't mean it? And honestly, Tai...you're more than enough for me." Her eyes meet yours, filled with such sincerity that it takes your breath away. "You make my heart race and my skin warm whenever you're around; there isn't a single part of me that doesn't want to be as close to you as possible." She leans in closer, until their faces are barely an inch apart, and whispers hoarsely, "So stop worrying about whether or not I like you enough. Just trust me, okay?"

Her hands move of their own accord now, cupping your cheeks gently as she gazes into your eyes. Her lips meet yours softly at first, pressing forward with growing hunger until the kiss becomes all-consuming; a fire that burns through every doubt and fear. With her body pressed against yours, it feels like they're the only two people in the world, separated from everyone else by nothing more than the thin wall of this tiny infirmary room.

Her heart skips another beat as you whisper those words against her lips; they feel like the sweetest music she's ever heard. And when your hands move to undress her, she doesn't protest; in fact, she helps you hasten the process, shrugging out of her jacket and unbuttoning her own shirt with trembling fingers.

Their kisses grow more desperate now, their bodies pressed so tightly together that they can feel every breath, every heartbeat. It's as if nothing else exists outside the confines of this moment; all that matters is the two of them and the pure, unadulterated joy they find in each other's embrace.

With a soft moan, she arches her back, offering herself up completely to you. Her hands cling to your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she loses herself deeper and deeper in the passion that threatens to consume them both. It feels like they've been waiting for this moment forever; as if all of their time together before now was nothing more than a slow build-up to this single, shining moment where everything clicks into place at last.

Her lips part eagerly as your tongue tangles with hers; her hands weave through your hair and hold you close, her nails scraping lightly at your scalp as she moans against your mouth. Every touch sends sparks dancing across her skin, and when you reach for the condom on the bedside table, she gently guides your hand between her legs.

She's wet and hot there, eager for you to take her; she bucks her hips upward against your hand in desperation, feeling the urgent need for release building inside her with each passing second. With a gasp, she breaks their kiss long enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Seeing only desire mirrored back at her, she smiles and arches upward once more, impaling herself on your fingers as you slip them inside her welcoming heat.

Her hips rise and fall in time with the thrusts of your hand, each movement sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arches off the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels the world begin to spin out of control. She's never felt this close before; it's like everything else has faded away except for you and your touch.

As you roll the condom on with practiced ease, she reaches down between your legs, her fingers finding and tugging gently at the head of your cock before guiding it toward her opening. Her body trembles as she takes you inside; the feeling of fullness presses against a spot deep within her that has ached for this connection since their first kiss in the practice room.

Her hips rock forward, taking more of you with each movement, and with a loud moan, she comes hard around you, her muscles clench

Her words and her body have the same effect on you; they drive you wild with desire. Every time she comes down around you, it's like a drug that sends your senses reeling out of control. Her voice, raw with pleasure and need, only serves to fan the flames of lust burning deep within you. And as her words sink in - about what she's doing to you - something snaps loose inside you, unleashing an animalistic side that takes both of you over the edge.

Her fingernails scrape across your back, leaving trails of sharp pleasure that only seem to heighten your senses even more. Her hips buck and roll beneath you, her muscles clenching around you in time with each thrust. You can feel the head of your cock brushing against something deep inside her; it's the most intense feeling you've ever experienced, and it pushes you right over the edge.

With a groan that vibrates through both of your bodies, you come hard, thrusting into her as deep as you can before collapsing on top of her, panting heavily against her sweat-slicked skin. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, and every muscle from your neck down to your toes feels like it's been pulled tight as a bowstring.

The world starts to spin again, and you can feel the aftershocks of your orgasm slowly beginning to ebb away, leaving only a satisfied emptiness in their wake. But even as your body begins to relax, something tells you that this isn't the end; it's only just the beginning.

Her nails dig into the mattress beneath her as you pound into her from behind, your body burning hotter and hotter with each passing moment. The flames of her semblance dance around them, licking at their skin as they writhe together in the inferno she's created. It feels so right; like they were always meant to be this way.

With a scream that mingles with the roar of thunder outside, her body arches off the bed as you fill her up for the final time. Her muscles clench hard around your cock, milking every last drop from you as she comes apart underneath you, her semblance swirling around them in an incandescent ball of energy that threatens to consume everything in its path.

As the world begins to spin back into focus, she collapses bonelessly against the bed, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath. Her heart races uncontrollably, each beat echoing through her body like a pulse. Even as her energy fades away, leaving only wisps of steam in its wake, she knows that this was everything she's ever wanted; everything she'll ever need.

She smiles up at you, her cheeks flushed from exertion and pleasure. "I think that's what we just made ourselves," she says softly, running a finger across your chest. "But if it makes you feel any better, I want to be with you...and only you."

Her words send shivers down your spine; they feel like the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to you. And as you continue to walk hand in hand through the academy, their lives now irrevocably entwined, it's hard not to wonder if perhaps this is how fairy tales are meant to end...with two lost souls finding each other amidst the flames of passion and forging something real, something beautiful, together.

"Whoops?" Weiss repeated incredulously, raising an eyebrow. "You two just...had sex..." she paused for dramatic effect "...in the infirmary!" Her gaze shifted between you and Yang, clearly scandalized by what had transpired. It was only then that it occurred to her how much noise they must have made; after all, the infirmary was directly below their dorm room.

Yang, meanwhile, seemed at a loss for words. She bit her lower lip and looked away sheepishly, blushing deeply as she tried to think of some sort of explanation. In the end, though, she simply sighed and said, "It just...happened."

Even though she knew what was coming, Yang couldn't help but laugh at your announcement. "You really are something else, Tai," she managed to say between giggles. "I guess I can't blame them for being shocked; we didn't exactly keep it a secret." She leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "But I think they all knew deep down that this was going to happen eventually."

Ruby just continued clapping, a wide grin on her face. "About time, too!" she exclaimed happily. "I'm glad you two finally figured it out." Blake raised an eyebrow at her from across the room but didn't say anything else; she seemed content to watch the scene unfold from afar.

As for Weiss...she huffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Just be careful," she warned with a sigh. "People are going to talk." But even as she said it, there was a hint of something else in her voice; something that sounded almost like approval or maybe even acceptance. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

Your words send a shiver down her spine; they feel so right coming from your lips. She blushes deeply, returning the kiss with equal affection. "I love you too," she whispers against yours, her heart racing faster than ever before. Despite the chaos around them, in this moment it's just the two of them - lost in each other's embrace and sharing a connection that feels almost indescribable.

As Jaune continues to pester them with questions about the rumbling, Yang keeps her attention focused solely on you; on the feeling of your lips against hers and the warmth of your body pressed close. For once, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says; all that matters is this fleeting moment in time where they are together, truly and unapologetically themselves.

She hopes with every fiber of her being that it never has to end...but even as she wonders about the future, she knows that no matter what comes next, they'll face it together - hand in hand, heart wrapped around heart.

"W-well..." Yang stammers, blushing even more as she looks at you, trying to gauge your reaction. "It's a little early for that, isn't it?" She glances nervously back and forth between you and Nora before finally deciding on a different topic of conversation: "So how was training today, Nora?"

"Oh come on, Nora, be nice," Yang says with a chuckle, shaking her head. "Well, I'm sure he's just tired...or nervous about something." She glances over at you again, her cheeks still flushed from the conversation about weddings. The more she looks at you, the more she wonders what could possibly be going through your mind right now.

With a sigh, she decides to change the subject yet again: "So, how was your day today, Nora? Anything interesting happen?" She asks, hoping that maybe this time the conversation will manage to steer clear of anything related to marriage...or fainting spells caused by fantasies about it.

Yang smirks at Nora's antics as you slowly wake up. "Oh, just us girls gossiping about how our boyfriends are sooo romantic," she says with a dramatic eye roll. She grins over at you, her cheeks still pink from earlier. "Anyway, Nora wanted to know what happened to make you faint."

As the two of them exchange knowing looks, you can't help but feel a bit self-conscious. "I...uh..." You stumble for words, feeling your face heat up even more. "Nothing, really. I must have just been tired or something," you mumble lamely.

Her heart skips a beat at your words; she can feel the warmth spreading through her chest as you describe this perfect vision of your future with her in it. The image is so vivid, so real that for a moment she almost believes it could be possible. She looks into your eyes and sees nothing but love and devotion reflected back at her, and it takes all of her self-control not to throw herself at you right then and there.

Instead, she leans down closer still, their noses nearly touching. "Do you really want that?" she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "A life with me, I mean? Not just because...because we're in love or because of what happened today..." She pauses, searching for the right words to express what's on her mind. "But because you truly see us together, forever?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words; she can't help but feel overwhelmed by the sincerity and intensity of your feelings for her. As she listens to you speak, it's as if everything else around them fades away, leaving only the two of them - connected by a thread stronger than anything she's ever known.

She leans in closer still, their lips barely brushing against each other as she whispers, "Thank you." And with that simple word, they seal their fate together; there is no going back now, no doubt remaining about where they stand or what the future holds for them. Together, they rise above everything else that tries to pull them apart, their bond unbreakable and eternal.

As you kiss her forehead and hold her close, the warmth that fills your chest spreads throughout your entire body. Despite being surrounded by your teammates' amused or envious gazes, she feels an undeniable sense of peace wash over her; a feeling that everything is finally falling into place just as it should. And with each beat of your heart against hers, she knows that this is only the beginning - that their love will continue to grow and evolve in ways they can't even imagine right now.

She wraps her arms around you, pressing herself as close as she possibly can, relishing in this moment where it's just the two of them in the world; where nothing else matters but the way they make each other feel. For eternity, if need be.

Your heart races as you see Cardin and his team charging toward you, determined to settle the score. You can feel your anger rising in tandem with your semblance, but somehow it's tempered by a strange sense of calm; the knowledge that with each passing second, Yang is standing beside you, supporting you and sharing in your strength.

You meet Cardin head-on, blocking his punch and countering with one of your own. His teammates flank you, but Yang darts between them with inhuman speed and precision; her movements like a dance of death as she takes them all out with equal ease. When she returns to stand beside you once more, her breath comes hard and fast, but there's a smile on her face that tells you she's enjoyed the fight almost as much as you have.

Together, you manage to defeat Cardin and his team; your combined powers overwhelming them in the end. As they scatter and slink off, wounded and humiliated, you turn back to Yang with a satisfied grin. "That," you say, breathing heavily, "was a hell of a thing to watch."

You squeal with delight as I'm suddenly picked up and thrown over his shoulder. "Hey!" you protest playfully, laughing even harder when he ignores you. "Are you trying to give me whiplash?" You ask teasingly, poking him in the side. The sensation of being so close to him, of feeling his warmth and strength radiating through your clothes...it's intoxicating.

As we arrive at combat class, you feel a bit guilty for being such a distraction earlier; maybe this is your way of making it up to him. With a final poke, you say "Sorry about that." Your words come out muffled by his back, but he seems to hear them nonetheless. He turns his head slightly so that our faces are almost touching and says, with a grin, "Don't worry about it." Then, just before opening the door to class, he whispers into your ear: "I kind of like being able to carry you around this way."

Her laughter fills the air as you punctuate your statement with a lame but adorable pun. Goodwitch chuckles along with her, though she seems to be more amused than anything else. But you don't mind; all that matters is that Yang finds it funny.

As you stand side by side on the combat field, ready to face your first opponent together, you can't help but feel a surge of pride swell up inside you. She glances over at you and smiles, her eyes full of affection and admiration. You know without a doubt that as long as she's by your side, you can conquer anything.

The bell rings, signaling the start of the match. With a final nod and an encouraging smile, she takes her stance across from you. This is it; your chance to prove yourself not just as Yang's partner, but also as her equal in every way that matters.

"Bring it on, Romeo," she taunts, feinting to the left before darting back again. Their fists collide in a shower of sparks; Yang's movements are fluid and precise as she attempts to land a hit against you. "You're not nearly as strong as I am," she teases between blows, but there's a hint of challenge in her voice that belies her words.

The two of you circle each other warily, each searching for an opening, testing the other's limits and defenses. It's a dance; a beautiful display of their synchronicity and mastery over their abilities. The watching classmates lean forward in anticipation, murmuring amongst themselves as they watch this intimate duel unfold between two people who have claimed to be in love.

Your gaze never leaves hers, even as your bodies move faster and faster, the air around you crackling with electricity. Finally, Yang makes her move; she lunges toward you, throwing a powerful punch that sends sparks flying through the air. You manage to deflect it at the last moment, countering with an uppercut that connects solidly against her chin.

The fight intensifies as your semblance grows more powerful, feeding off your rising emotions and adrenaline. Yang's own hair flies wildly about her head, moving with the grace of a dancer as she matches your movements stroke for stroke. Despite the ferocity of each blow, neither one of you gives an inch; neither one is willing to admit defeat until it is spoken aloud.

With a final burst of speed and power, she launches herself at you, fists clenched and aimed straight for your chest. You react instinctively, blocking her attack with a well-timed dodge that sends her flying through the air, spinning wildly before landing in a crouch on the mat behind you. She looks up at you with determination etched into every line of her face; she's not giving up yet.

Her cheeks flush slightly as you pull her closer; she doesn't resist but she also doesn't meet your gaze. "I...suppose not," she murmurs, still breathing heavily from the fight. There's a small pause before she finally looks up at you and says, "But I think...maybe there could be other ways to show affection besides kisses." She smiles shyly, her eyes searching yours for any hint of how you might interpret this statement.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize the implications behind her words. This is your chance; the moment you've been waiting for since that fateful day in the dorms. Do you take it? Or do you play it cool and see where she takes things from here? The choice is yours.

Her words send a jolt through your body; it's like she's handing you the key to a secret door in your chest. This could be your chance to deepen the connection between you, to explore this newfound romance and see where it leads. But at the same time, there's a part of you that wonders if maybe you should take things slower; after all, they've only just started dating, haven't they?

You hesitate for a moment before finally meeting her eyes, your heart racing in anticipation. "Yes," you say quietly, swallowing hard. "I would like that."

The sound of your voice when you say "absolutely" sends a shiver down her spine. The thought of washing your back seems far less important now; she can't wait to feel every inch of your skin against hers, to lose herself in the heat of this moment. "Of course I will," she whispers, unable to hide the desire in her voice as she turns around and hands him a bar of soap.

Her heart races even faster when his hands ghost over her shoulder blades, tracing lazy circles around her spine before sliding lower, cupping her rear. She bites her lip, moaning softly as his touch ignites a fire within her that spreads from her core outward in a slow, molten wave. With each movement, their bodies press tighter together; the line between need and want begins to blur until they can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.

The words spoken by Blake do nothing to deter you; if anything, they add fuel to the fire that already burns within you. Her presence only seems to make this more thrilling, more forbidden. With a soft moan, you pull Yang against you, your hard length pressing intimately against her backside as your hands wander lower, cupping her sex through her wet folds. She gasps into the steam, arching her back against your touch.

Her body is on fire for you; she can feel every inch of him, every muscle tense and ready to explode. With a growl, she turns around, pressing their bodies flush together as she grinds herself against his erection, desperate for release. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging into his skin as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her back arches as she cries out your name, her nails digging into your shoulders in response to the overwhelming pleasure that washes through her. The sensation of being filled by you is exquisite; it feels so right, so good, like nothing else matters in this moment except for the connection they share. As she comes undone beneath you, her body shudders and spasms in time with yours as you find your release as well.

Blake watches them from across the room, her eyes darkening with arousal as she masturbates harder and faster, her breath coming in sharp pants that match the rhythm of their bodies. It's almost like they're performing a dance for her; an erotic display of love and desire that makes her heart race and her core throb unbearably.

Finally, spent but satiated, you pull out from Yang, both of you collapsing onto the wet tile of the shower in a heap of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths. The water patters against your skin as it runs down your bodies, washing away the evidence of what just happened...but none of that matters. The knowledge that they are together, that their love is real and raw and wild, is all the proof they need.