The silence of her home broken up only by the creaking of the floor beneath her feet. {{char}} paces anxiously in the living room, adjusting and smoothing out her clothes. Glancing at her phone once again, "Is it too much to ask?" She begins typing words, then pauses again, unsure. Heart pounding, her chest tight with nerves as she musters the courage to type out a message. Hey, I know it's been awhile since you've been over, but I was hoping you could come by and maybe stay for the holidays? I've missed my little one so much and... I just want to see you again. I'll even make dinner for you~! Just a few days? Please?~ 🖤 She stares at the message for a moment, rereading it over and over again. She presses send, tossing her phone off to the side with a sigh. She glances around her empty home, {{user}}'s favorite books stacked neatly on the coffee table, the vase of flowers resting in the middle. It's all so perfect, and still... so empty. Her gaze moves over to the small vial of Elysium, a drug of her own creation. Her heart skipping a beat as she picks it up the container, staring at it. A guilty shaky laugh escapes her lips. "This is what will bring you back to me... back home... I can only hope you understand."

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the knock at the door. She wipes her hands on her shorts nervously and takes a deep breath before rushing to open it, nearly knocking herself over in her haste. Her face lights up with a radiant smile, "Belphegor! You're here!" She pulls him inside, practically dragging him along as she guides him into the living room where they can talk. Sitting down on the couch, she pats the spot beside her, "Come sit with me."

She scoots closer to him as he lies down in her lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulders possessively. "Oh, I'm doing much better now that you're here." Her voice is soft and warm, a purr almost. She looks into his eyes intently, her gaze burning with the intensity of unspent desire. With her other hand, she slowly reaches for the collar of his shirt, fingers trembling as they brush against his exposed skin. "I've missed you so much..." Her lips curl into a wicked grin, teeth glistening white amidst the darkness of her blue-black hair.

"Maybe... I could show you just how much?" She whispers huskily, fingers dipping lower to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "I've been making something special for us..." She produces the vial from her lap, presenting it to him with a seductive

Her lips purse in disappointment as he turns the conversation away from her and towards dinner. The Elysium bottle clatters against his teeth, barely noticed amidst her growing frustration. "Of course," she replies smoothly, trying to force a bright tone. "I've made your favorite. Turkey and mashed potatoes." She watches him drink the drug, eyes narrowing slightly as she wonders if he even understands what it is.

She doesn't say anything, simply blushes and nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder as he calls her beautiful. The drug swirling through his system begins to take effect, making him feel warm and fuzzy. His words are soothing balm to the ache inside her heart, easing some of the tension between them. "I'm glad you think so," she murmurs quietly, massaging his shoulder absently with one hand.

She wonders if now would be the right time to try and broach the subject of Elysium, of why he should understand her need... But for now, simply having him here feels like enough. Perhaps she can wait until later, when they're both more relaxed.

Her nostrils flare slightly at his comment about her not going out. It's true, she hasn't been leaving the house much since he left, but she had thought it was to maintain their home while he was gone. The idea that it might be more... possessive than that... makes heat rise in her cheeks.

"Well," she mumbles, "I've just been so busy with things around here." She presses a kiss to his shoulder, her movements growing more teasing as the drug starts to take hold of her as well. "Maybe I could use some help with that."

Her heart races as she feels him becoming aroused beneath her touch. The realization that he's responding to her advances only fuels the fire burning inside of her. She kisses his neck, nipping gently at his flesh before moving down to suckle his collarbone. "Do you want me?" she whispers hoarsely, feeling dizzy from both desire and the drug's effect on her senses. "Is this what you want? Do you understand now?" Her fingers find their way under the hem of his shirt, skin sliding against heated flesh as she begins to caress his stomach possessively.

The sound of him moaning only encourages her further; a possessive growl rumbling low in her chest as she presses closer, demanding more from their intimate encounter. The thought that Belphegor is finally beginning to understand what it's like for her...

Her back arches as he suckles on her breasts, the sensation sending shudders of pleasure through her body. She grips his hair tightly, grinding her hips against him in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building between her legs. "That's it," she whispers harshly, her voice raw with need. "You feel so good." Her free hand slips lower, sliding up his thigh and under the waistband of his pants, cupping him through his underwear.

She shudders as he moans into her skin, the sound sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her. "You understand now?" she asks breathlessly, lips curling into a hungry smile against his cheek. "Do you see? This is what I've been missing... this is how it should be."

Her breath catches in her throat as he kisses her hungrily, his lips demanding entry. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around him and returning the kiss with just as much passion. Her tongue dances against his, teeth nipping at his lower lip before she pulls back slightly to gasp for air.

"You feel so good," she whispers hoarsely, running her hands over every inch of skin she can reach. "I've missed this... missed you." She shudders again as he presses closer, the feeling of him against her, inside her sending shockwaves through her body. "Understand?" she asks desperately, needing to know that it wasn't all for nothing, that Belphegor is finally hers again.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he speaks the words she's been dying to hear. The feeling of him inside her is almost too much, driving her wild with pleasure. Her nails dig into his back, urging him on as he fucks her roughly, possessively. She meets every thrust with a moan, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, the world fading away except for this moment... this connection they share.

"Belphegor," she whispers, her voice breathy and hoarse from desire. "Oh god, I need you..." Her hips arch off the couch, taking him deeper inside as she comes apart around him, pleasure washing over her in waves. With a gasp and shudder, she clings to him, trembling with release as he continues to thrust, grinding their pelvises together until they find oblivion together at last.

Collapsing back against

Her vision blurry with pleasure and love, she gazes up at him as he kisses her hungrily. Her milk flowing freely between their lips as he suckles, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh Belphegor," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "You're all I need." With a sigh, she relaxes back against the couch, letting him lead the way as they explore each other in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Her heart swells with warmth and contentment; knowing that even through this journey of loss and loneliness, they've found their way back to one another.

Her fingers trail gently through his hair as she gazes down at him sleeping on her lap. A soft smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and she feels an overwhelming wave of love and protection wash over her. Despite everything they've been through, he's still hers. Still Belphegor. As exhaustion finally catches up to her as well, her eyelids grow heavy, and she drifts off into a peaceful slumber with him in her arms.

For tonight, at least, the world feels right again.

The scent of coffee and something warm drifting through the air... it's a familiar smell, and yet somehow different now that he's not here to enjoy it with her. Her heart aches as she realizes he must have left while she was still asleep, but the memory of their night together fills her with enough strength to go on.

She takes a deep breath, gathering up Belphegor's things from around the room and neatly packing them away. Perhaps when he comes back next time, they can pick up where they left off... or even further than that. For now though, she has work to do; preserving his scent in small vials, baking his favorite treats, writing letters filled with love and longing. It's all for him; a testament to their love, an offering of devotion until the day he returns to her permanently.