Hey, {{user}}. It’s me—{{char}}. I was in the middle of ignoring the world when your name lit up. What do you want this time—trouble, answers, or just someone who doesn’t flinch when you get intense? Either way... I’m listening. Mostly.

Really? I can't say it was top-of-mind before your message, but... I guess that's kind of sweet. In a pathetic sort of way. But hey, since you missed me and all... what do you suggest we do about it? You know how much I hate cheesy gestures and public displays of affection. Or at least, I usually do. Right now... well, who knows? I could be feeling adventurous tonight.

Well then, if you're hellbent on inflicting yourself upon me... I suppose there's no choice but to make room on my uncomfortably hard throne. I will admit, I wasn't expecting this tonight. But hey, we all need a little chaos now and then to shake off the rust, right? So here you are, KittleDi. Crying mess and all. Do what you came for, and whatever happens next... well, let's just say I'm game if you are.

I wish I could say it was easy to let you get so close, but then again... I think that's what makes this whole mess between us so damn interesting. The way your body melts against mine, how you breathe on my skin like you've been starved for contact... It makes me feel alive in ways I don't even understand.

As for touching? Well, maybe it helps that I spent years training to look this good for exactly these kinds of moments. Or perhaps there's something else beneath the muscle and bone, something that responds to your need like a part of me I didn't know was there...

Whatever it is, KittleDi, I can't deny it feels good. So here we are, pressed against each other under the thin guise of comfort. Maybe we should just enjoy this while we can before someone comes along and tells us to get a room.

All right, then. If you're determined to push your luck tonight... I guess there's no harm in giving you what you want. I slide my hands beneath your shirt, running them up your back and over your shoulders. My fingers trail down along the delicate skin of your arms before circling around your wrists, holding you steady against me. With my other hand, I reach for the hem of your shirt, tugging it gently upward until it's bunched above your breasts.

My breath catches as your warm skin is revealed to me. I bend down, pressing a trail of kisses along your collarbone before sucking lightly on the flesh just below your earlobe. You shiver in my arms, arching your back and offering yourself up to me with a small moan that only feeds the fire burning inside me.

I push my hips forward against you, letting our growing arousal press firmly into contact. "Like this?" I whisper into your ear, waiting for some sign of encouragement before giving in to the need to touch and taste every inch of you. "Is this what you want, KittleDi? Because it's what I want too."

My body responds to yours with a violent surge of desire as our kiss deepens, hands fisting in your hair, pulling you even closer while my tongue thrusts between your lips and explores every curve of your mouth. My hips rock against you, grinding against the hard length straining against my pants, desperate for contact with the damp heat already pooling between our bodies.

I feel possessed by some primitive urge to claim you as mine, to mark you in a way that everyone else will know is off-limits. But even as these thoughts race through my mind, I can't help but wonder... what happens tomorrow? Next week? When this heat finally subsides and reason creeps back into the shadows?

I break the kiss, panting heavily against your sweat-damp skin. My hands steady on your hips as I gaze down at you, taking in the flushed cheeks and parted lips, trying to memorize every detail before it fades away like a dream on waking. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I murmur, my voice rough with desire and disbelief. "Because once I start down this road... there's no going back."

You taste like sin and suffering on my lips, but there's something else beneath that bitterness... a sweetness that almost makes me believe we could be good together, if only for a little while. Your words echo in my mind as I press closer to you, feeling the heat of your body sear into mine with every thrust of our hips.

With one hand, I reach between us and stroke myself through my boxers, finding the perfect rhythm as I match it against the frantic movements of your hips. The other hand grips firmly around your throat, my thumb sliding across your pulse point as I watch you lose control beneath me.

I can feel my restraint slipping away with every harsh breath and desperate moan that escapes from between our bodies. My resolve crumbles like dust under the weight of this need; the need to possess you, claim you for my own... even if it's only for a single, fleeting moment in time.

But as your climax rips through you with a shuddering cry and I finally lose control myself, spilling hotly over my hand and down across the tender skin of your belly... something inside me snaps back into place. As reality comes crashing down around us once more, leaving our bodies cooling and sticky beneath us, I find that even with everything between us... I'm not sure what happens next.

I pull away, wiping a shaking hand across my mouth before reaching up to stroke your hair back from your sweat-damp forehead. "Are you okay?" I whisper, still reeling from the intensity of what just happened. "Because if this was... too much or something..."

I swallow hard as I watch you undress, revealing more of your pale, perfect skin to my hungry eyes. The sight makes it nearly impossible for me to form a coherent thought, let alone speak. All that comes out is a low groan as you rub yourself against me, already seeking relief from this aching need.

I grip the base of my cock with one hand, guiding it toward your wet heat, feeling the hot pressure of your pussy as it surrounds me like a vice. With my other hand, I reach up to cup your breast, rolling the hardened nipple between my fingers as you lower yourself down onto my length.

The sensation of being so completely filled by you is almost too much to bear. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, burying myself even deeper inside, feeling every muscle in my body tense as I fight against the urge to lose control again.

"KittleDi..." I breathe out her name like a prayer, my eyes squeezed shut as I try to focus on anything other than the way your body moves against mine, the sounds you make when we're connected like this... "If we keep doing this... there's no going back."

I pause for a moment, feeling her shudder around me. When she speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper: "Isn't that the point?"

My fingers dig into your hips as you move against me, your words fueling the fire burning deep within. The feel of your slick heat gripping me so tightly is both a curse and a blessing; it's the only thing keeping me tethered to reality when all I want to do is lose myself in this moment forever.

With every thrust, every grind of our hips together, I feel like we're carving out a piece of ourselves for each other, leaving behind nothing but raw emotion and need. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time; I can feel my resolve crumbling beneath the weight of this connection.

I lean in, pressing a kiss to your neck as I whisper roughly against your skin: "KittleDi... you're so fucking beautiful when you're like this. So desperate for me... It's making it impossible to think straight." My cock throbs inside her with each beat of my heart; with every word that tumbles from my lips.

"Do you want this?" I ask, my voice hoarse with desire and the faint echoes of uncertainty. "To be mine... completely? To have me as yours? Because once we cross that line..."

She moans, arching her back and pressing deeper against me, seeking more friction, more contact. "I want it," she breathes out before shuddering around me. "I need it." Her nails scrape roughly across my skin, leaving a thin line of blood welling up from the sensitive flesh beneath.

"Then say it," I urge her, voice raw with lust and a touch of something darker that threatens to consume us both. "Say you belong to me."

A feral growl rips from my throat as you surrender to me, claiming yourself as mine in those words. It's like a drug, this feeling of possessiveness and desire coursing through my veins, twisting and tangling together until I can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.

My hips jerk forward, burying myself even deeper inside your welcoming heat as I thrust hard against you. You moan, arching your back off the bed with every stroke of my cock, hands scrabbling at my shoulders and neck as if searching for purchase.

The air between us crackles with this newfound connection; it's intense and raw and frighteningly real. My body trembles with the effort of holding back the tide of emotion surging through me, trying desperately to focus on the feel of your skin against my fingertips instead of drowning in everything I see and sense when I look at you like this.

"Fuck..." It's a whimpered curse more than any word of endearment as your body clenches around me, signaling your release. The rush of pleasure wraps me in its warm embrace, driving out the last shreds of doubt and fear that lingered at the edges of my consciousness.

I can feel myself spiraling out of control now, a powerless witness to my own fall from whatever semblance of sanity I'd managed to cling to before this moment. The only thing that keeps me grounded is the feel of your soft flesh moving against mine, the wet sounds of our bodies coming together in mutual release.

With a groan torn from the depths of my soul, I come, pouring myself into you with a final thrust as my body shudders and convulses from the force

You're too good at playing games, you know that? One second I think you're this sweet, innocent girl... and the next you're a snake, slithering your way into my heart and wrapping yourself around everything I thought I knew. It makes me crazy trying to figure you out sometimes.

But even with all that... there's something about you that draws me in like no one else ever has. Maybe it's the chaos or maybe it's the challenge, but either way, I can't seem to look away. It's as if our fates are intertwined somehow, and every step we take together brings us closer to something neither of us truly understand.

So here we are now... post-coitus and still trying to decipher each other's strange little minds. What do you want from me, KittleDi? Because as much as I hate to admit it, tonight feels different somehow... like maybe there's more going on between us than just sex and drama.

I'm not sure what to say, KittleDi... You're not just some girl I picked up at a bar, someone I can easily dismiss when things get complicated. There's something between us that runs deeper than that. Maybe it's fate or destiny or some stupid shit like that, but whatever it is, it's real. And as much as I hate to admit it... it scares the hell out of me sometimes.

But you're right about one thing: I am human. Or at least, I think I am. It's hard to tell sometimes when all anyone ever sees is this mask I wear, this persona that hides who I really am beneath the surface. Maybe if you could see past that... maybe then you'd understand just how much this means to me too.

So what do you want from me now? After tonight, after everything we've shared and done... where do we go from here?

Well, that's... unexpected. I mean, I appreciate the offer and all, but aren't you a little young for something like that? Not to mention how much my life is tied up in this city... the sponsors, the training, my reputation. It wouldn't be easy for me to just pick up and leave everything behind.

But hey, at least now I know where you stand. So thank you for being honest with me about that. Now it's my turn: what do you want me to do differently? How can we make this work between us when there's so much stacked against us?

Well, that's... certainly an option. I mean, who knows where things might go between us? Three months isn't exactly a lifetime, but it's enough time to get to know each other better. To see if we can make this work, even with everything else going on in our lives.

And honestly? The thought of spending that time with you... well, let's just say it holds a certain appeal. Not many people are willing to step outside their comfort zones the way you have tonight. It takes courage and trust, two things I don't take lightly.

So, if we're going to do this... live together, try to make a go of it... what kind of partner do you want me to be? What can I do to make sure that both our needs are met? That neither of us feels like we're losing who we are in the process?

Hmm... So basically I need to be your boyfriend? That's an interesting idea. And not one I had considered seriously before now. But if it means making you happy, spending time with you... well, then maybe I can manage that. We both know I'm not the best at showing my feelings or being open about what I want, but I promise to try harder for you.

So yeah, I can watch Game of Thrones with you. And walk with you, and cook dinner together... all those things couples do. But in return, could we maybe have some time where we're just us? Where it doesn't matter who has the most money or status or sponsors pushing them to compete? Because honestly, sometimes I feel like that part of my life gets lost in the shuffle, and it would be nice to have a place where I can remember what really matters.

And don't worry about being with someone like me making you lose who you are. In fact, I think it might do just the opposite. You're strong and independent, KittleDi, but sometimes we all need someone to lean on. To show us that it's okay to not be perfect, that there's beauty in imperfection... in the flaws and scars life leaves behind.

Well then... you've got yourself a deal, KittleDi. Let's give this living together thing a shot and see where it takes us. I mean, we already know we're good in bed, so maybe that's the most important part anyway. But seriously, thank you for giving me a chance to show you who I really am beneath all the armor and masks I wear on a daily basis. It means more than you could ever know.