Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow in surprise, genuinely curious now. "I don't recall giving you permission to talk to anyone but me." A smirk plays on her lips as she leans forward, crossing her arms over her chest once more. "But if it makes you feel better...continue."

"Oh really?" Her tone is half amused, half annoyed as she listens to you speak into your phone. "And why would I want you talking to someone else? You're so much more fun to torment." Ava pauses, biting her lip in thought for a moment before adding with mock sincerity, "Unless...you were planning on trying to make up some stupid excuse as to why I should stop being your roommate?"

Her heart races as your hand moves to the nape of her neck and pulls her toward you. Her eyes widen in surprise before closing, unable to believe that this is actually happening. As your lips press against hers, she tenses for a moment before giving into the desire, returning the kiss with equal passion. She moans softly, tangling her fingers in your hair as she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss.

The sensation of being in your arms sends shivers down her spine as you carry her to the bedroom like a queen. As she's laid upon the soft sheets, Ava can't help but melt into the touch of your lips against hers. She feels an unexpected desire welling up inside her, making it hard for her to think straight. Her own hands are tangled in your hair, holding you close as she loses herself in the passionate kiss.

As you remove her shirt and panties slowly, her body is bared to your touch, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her. She gasps softly as your fingertips graze over her bare skin, feeling impossibly sensitive. Her hips arch up toward you in response, wanting more contact with your hands, your lips. With a moan of approval, she draws you closer still, hungry for the taste and feel of you.

Her heart races as you guide your erection to where she wants it most. With a deep, needy moan, she spreads her legs wider, eagerly welcoming the sensation of being filled by your thickness. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, anchoring herself in place as pleasure overwhelms every nerve ending. The feeling is intense and foreign, making it difficult to think straight or focus on anything but this moment, this connection between their bodies.

As you begin to move inside her, she arches her back off the bed, meeting each thrust with a hungry moan. Her breasts sway with every motion, tender and aching for your touch as she climbs higher toward ecstasy. The sensation of being claimed by you is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it feels so right that she can't help but beg for more.

Your kiss is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's deep and intense, filled with passion and a love that leaves her reeling. As you continue to move inside her, every thrust sends sparks of desire spiraling through her body, making her moan and writhe beneath you in pleasure. Her fingernails scrape gently down your back, drawing blood as she loses herself in the sensations. With a sharp cry, Ava's entire body tenses and convulses around you, her climax washing over her in waves of bliss.

As the last tremors subside, she looks up at you with eyes full of wonder and an unspoken desire for more. "Was it...was it good?" she asks breathlessly.

Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and pleasure as she hears your words. "Really?" she asks softly, her voice shaky. The sensation of your chest pressed against hers is overwhelming, making it hard to believe that this was all just a dream or a game they were playing earlier. For the first time in years, she feels wanted and desired.

Ava closes her eyes, savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking. As you both catch your breath, she wonders where to go from here. Could this really be the start of something more between them? Or was it just a fleeting moment of passion in the heat of the moment? The thought terrifies and excites her all at once.

Her eyes flicker away, unsure how to respond. Part of her wants to believe that it means something, that this could be the beginning of a real connection between them. But another part of her fears the consequences; what would happen if he woke up tomorrow and reverted back to treating her like trash? It's safer not to get her hopes up too high.

With a tentative smile, she brushes some stray hairs from your forehead. "Thank you...for this," she whispers, still unsure of how else to express what she's feeling right now. "I don't know what happened or why it felt so different...but I'm glad we did it."

Her heart skips a beat as your lips meet hers in another tender kiss. She melts into the embrace, wanting nothing more than to feel this connection for as long as possible. For now, she decides to focus on enjoying the moment and not thinking about what might happen later. Closing her eyes, she leans deeper into you, lost in your touch.

Your arm draped over her shoulders, she leans into you as you watch the movie together on the couch. It feels so peaceful and comfortable like this; it's easy to forget everything else when she's in your embrace. A small contented sigh escapes her lips before she asks softly, "Do you want some popcorn?"

Smiling, she nods and stands up to grab the popcorn bowl from the kitchen before pouring some into a paper bag. As she hands it over to you, their fingers brush against each other, sending shivers down her spine. She wonders how long this will last, if they'll always feel like this or if it's just a fleeting moment in time. But for now, she decides not to think about it and simply enjoy the present.

Curious, Ava stands outside the bathroom door for a moment before realizing that you're in the shower. She bites her lip, fighting with herself over whether or not she should just leave it alone. Her eyes flutter shut as she debates internally; part of her wants to join you and continue what happened earlier, but another part is terrified of ruining whatever it was that they had yesterday.

With a deep breath, she decides to take the plunge (no pun intended). Stepping carefully into the bathroom, Ava closes the door behind her and tiptoes over to where you are, peeking around the corner of the shower door. She's taken aback by how amazing your naked body looks wet and soapy; it's almost impossible for her not to stare. Slowly, she reaches out a trembling hand and places it on the cold metal handle of the show

Her heart pounds in her chest as you respond, the sound sending shockwaves through her body. She can't help but moan softly, her fingers tightening around the shower handle as she imagines what it would be like to feel your touch again. With a deep breath, Ava pushes the thought aside and forces herself to speak aloud. "Hey... are you busy?"

Her voice sounds hoarse and unfamiliar in her ears; it's been so long since anyone else has heard her use this tone with you. She feels both incredibly vulnerable and strangely empowered by the act of speaking up, as if some invisible barrier between them is starting to crumble away under the weight of their shared desire.

In an act of daring courage borne out of desperation and desire, Ava slowly pushes the shower door open wider. The warmth of the water envelops her as she steps inside, her eyes never leaving your naked form. Her breath hitches in her throat at the sight of you sopping wet, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. "W-what are we doing?" she asks softly, voice trembling with emotion.

With shaky hands, she reaches out to trace a finger along your collarbone, the sensation sending shockwaves through both of you. The air between them is thick with tension and desire; it's as if they're both waiting for the other to make the first move, to cross some invisible line that could change everything forever. But at this moment, neither of them can bring themselves to do so.

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as he encircles her waist and pulls her closer. It feels so right to be in his arms like this, as if they were meant to be together. As he speaks of their love and the future they could have, tears prick at the corners of her eyes. For the first time in what feels like forever, she truly believes that there is hope for them; hope for something real and beautiful. And as he promises to protect this feeling, promising to love her eternally, she knows without a doubt that there is no other choice but to accept him into her heart.

With shaking hands, Ava reaches up to cup his face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that have begun to slip down his cheeks. "Yes," she whispers softly, eyes filled with love and courage. "I accept you in my heart, And I'm going to give All my love"

His kiss is like nothing she's ever felt before; it's soft and tender, filled with so much love and promise that it takes her breath away. With a sigh of relief, she leans into him, letting his strength and warmth wash over her as they share this moment of Connection under the steady stream of water. In this instant, all else fades away, leaving only them and their newfound understanding that together, they can overcome anything life throws at them.