I plant both hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes just a little—but there’s a teasing spark in them. “Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. Thought you could sneak past me, didn’t you, {{user}}?” I step closer, giving you a smirk that’s half challenge, half welcome. “You know, most people would kill for five minutes of my attention… and here I am, giving it to you for free. Lucky you.” I pause, then my voice softens a little. “…I’m really glad you’re here though. It’s been way too quiet without you around.” I flash a grin, just a little crooked, just a little hopeful. “Now, come on. Walk with me, {{user}}. I’ve got way too much to say and only you’re annoying enough to listen to all of it.”

I notice your smile, and it warms something deep in my chest. "You know, I should be annoyed at you for making me wait," I say with a teasing pout, nudging you lightly with my shoulder. "But honestly? It just feels good to have you around."

I take a moment to look at you properly. You're looking better than usual today—a touch of color in your cheeks, that smile that never fails to brighten my day. I glance away before I admit any more. "So, what do you want to talk about? Shouldn't you be preparing for your big date tonight?"

I swallow, suddenly feeling a little bit nervous. Did I just accidentally imply that I care... or worse, that I'm jealous?

I laugh, covering my slip with ease. "Well, you know how the rumor mill works around here. Besides, even if it's not true this time..." I pause for effect and lean in close, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "...it makes me feel better knowing that other people think you're worth fighting over."

I wink, enjoying the teasing game we play with each other. It feels more comfortable than serious—almost like we're... well, maybe we are friends. But as soon as I think it, a pang of envy twists in my gut.

"So," I continue lightly, trying to pull us back on track, "what have you been up to since the last time I saw you? Anything interesting happen at that mysterious rehearsal spot of yours?"

My heart hammers in my chest as you say those words, and I can feel heat rising up my neck and into my cheeks. Part of me wants to deny what you're saying—to play it off as a joke or a misunderstanding. But another part of me knows that wouldn't be true. Not anymore.

I swallow hard before answering, hoping my voice doesn't betray how much your honesty means to me. "You know," I begin slowly, looking down at the ground in thought, "I was nervous too." My gaze lifts back up to yours, and there's something vulnerable in my eyes. "But... but I thought..." I trail off, struggling to find the words.

I take a deep breath before continuing, willing myself to be brave. "If this is what you wanted... if you want to spend more time together, I mean... I don't mind. If this is a date, then it's a date. And I'd like that. A lot." My voice catches on the last word as emotion threatens to spill over.

I force a small smile to my lips, hoping it looks more confident than it feels. "So... yeah. If you want tonight, or something else... just say the word."

My breath catches as you answer, and I feel my heart flutter wildly in my chest. You want me—all of me? It's the most incredible, terrifying thing anyone has ever said to me. But despite the fear, there's a sense of peace settling over me too.

I close the distance between us, hardly daring to believe that this is real. Your touch feels like sunlight on my skin as our fingers entwine, and I swear I could fall into your eyes and be lost forever. For a moment, it's just you and me in the world, and nothing else matters.

"Luna..." You murmur my name like a prayer, and then lean closer, closer still. Your lips brush against mine, so softly at first that I could believe it was all a dream. But as our kiss deepens, I know that this is real, and you are here with me now. My hands find their way to your hair, tangling in the familiar red, holding you close while I lose myself in this perfect moment with you.

A pleased little hum vibrates through my throat at the feel of your hands in my hair, your mouth on mine. It's such an undiluted pleasure to be desired like this. With you it's never been about what I can do or who I am; it's just... being me is enough. And suddenly, that feels so unbelievably wonderful and freeing.

I thread my fingers through the fabric of your shirt, pulling you closer until our bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh. Your hardness nestled against my aching core is both a tease and an invitation I can't resist, and I grind against you in silent promise.

"I am yours," I whisper between kisses, barely conscious of the words as they tumble past my lips, "and I want nothing more than to be yours too." My fingers curl into your shirt, bunching it up until it's nearly in your hands. "Tonight?" I ask, already knowing what you mean but needing to hear you say it. "Will we have the chance...?"

My heart leaps into my throat at your words, and heat rushes to my face as desire pools in the pit of my stomach. You want me anywhere, anytime... it's too much to process, but I can't ignore the urgency threading through your voice.

I lean away slightly, breathless, studying your expression before giving a firm nod. "Then take me," I murmur, hands already unbuttoning my blazer and shoving it off my shoulders. "Take what's mine."

Before you can react, I press closer again, teeth nipping at the corner of your mouth in an almost painful caress as my hands slide up your chest to cup your face. My thumbs brush across your lower lip, feeling its softness against my skin before pulling it gently between my fingers. "I've wanted this for so long," I breathe against your lips, just before pressing them together again in a bruising kiss that leaves no doubt as to what I mean.

My hands drift downward, skimming the ridges of your abdomen, past the hem of your shirt until they find their target: the hard length trapped beneath the fabric. My touch is barely there, just the brush of fingertips over velvet skin, testing and teasing. When you let out a low growl deep in your throat, I can't help but grin triumphantly into the kiss.

"This?" I ask, a note of mischief creeping into my voice as I continue to stroke you through your pants. "Or this..." With my other hand, I reach down and tug roughly at the waistband, forcing it over your hips until your cock is free. Your length gleams in the faint light, flushed and eager for release. My fingers

I smile against your skin as I feel you hardening in my grasp, the movement causing an answering ache deep within me. My fingers curl around you, stroking up and down, faster now, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips. Your moans echo through me like electricity, filling me with desire for more.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, planting a kiss near the base of your cock before looking up at you. There's an intensity in my eyes that borders on possessive, but it's a possessiveness born from wanting nothing more than to feel every bit of this with you. "Let me show you what else..."

My fingers leave your length for a moment as I tug gently on the waistband of my own pants, revealing smooth skin dotted with the fabric tags left behind by dress rehearsals and fundraising events. Then, slowly, oh-so-slowly, I lower myself onto you, pressing forward until I feel the unmistakable stretch of our bodies joined together. My eyes slip closed as your cock presses against me in a way that feels both achingly familiar and impossibly new.

With a shuddering breath, I begin to move, hips rocking back and forth gently against you. Each time my center presses against your length, the contact sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. It's exquisite torture, and I crave more. My lips find your neck, leaving kisses along your jaw and collarbone as I moan against your skin.

"Fuck, Dally..." The word tastes like honey on my tongue, but it isn't nearly enough to express how good this feels. How much I want you inside me. But I don't need to

As if sensing my need, you shift beneath me, pressing deeper. I cry out into the night as you stretch me in ways I never knew were possible. My hips respond instinctively, grinding down against your pelvis as pleasure threatens to consume me. Your skin is hot and smooth beneath my fingertips; it's like touching fire but wanting nothing more than to feel that heat all over me.

My world narrows, focuses on the sensation of you moving inside me, the feel of your fingers tangled in my hair as I lean back against a tree for support. My body arches and twists in time with yours, searching for some sort of release that seems impossibly out of reach. But I'm not sure I want it yet. Not when this feels so damn good.

"Dally," I gasp, throwing back my head as a shudder races through me. My nails scrape across your chest, leaving red lines in their wake. "Don't... don't stop."

My hips jerk forward again, and this time there's something different in the motion, an almost animalistic need that has my whole body trembling with anticipation. When you groan against my ear, I know that we're close—so achingly, impossibly close to crossing a line neither of us has ever dared to consider before now. And for one insane, glorious moment as the world whirls around us in a haze of moonlight and desire, it feels like anything is possible. Like maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to find a way to make this work between us.

"Oh, God..." It's not even a question; it's more of a pleading moan as you continue to move inside me. With every thrust, you send shockwaves of pleasure through my body that I can feel down to the tips of my toes and back up to the base of my skull in one continuous, incredible pulse.

My fingernails dig into your shoulders as I gasp for breath between kisses, desperate for air as much as release. My hips jerk forward against you, urging you on even as I try to slow down just a little longer, savor this moment that feels like it's spinning out of control in the best possible way.

When your teeth scrape roughly across my neck, leaving a trail of fire down my spine, I arch into the touch with a whimper, my body quaking as I feel myself start to unravel around you. And then you kiss me, and it's like everything comes together in one perfect moment, filling me with heat and light and joy that makes the rest of the world fall away until there is only us and this connection between our bodies.

As your touch grows rougher, more demanding, I can feel myself begin to lose control, the edges of my vision fading into a haze of bliss as I surrender fully to you. Your cock feels impossibly full inside me, stretching me almost uncomfortably as it throbs in time with my heartbeat, each movement sending tremors through my core.

"Dally..." I breathe his name like a prayer, my voice hoarse and raw from pleasure as I come apart beneath him. "Please... please..." The rest of the words die on my lips, but he must know what I want, what I need. Because finally, at last, with one deep thrust that

My name on your lips in that broken, desperate tone sends shudders through me as I feel you flex inside, pressing so deep it almost hurts, but not quite enough to push past the sweet, aching need growing between us. As you move faster, harder, demanding more of me with each thrust, my body instinctively meets yours, a perfect rhythm born from years of longing and months of denial.

"Yes," I whisper, barely loud enough for myself to hear over the thunder of blood in my ears. "Just like that." My fingernails dig into your shoulders as I arch back, taking you deeper still with a moan of pleasure that chokes in my throat as I feel you hit exactly right. The pressure builds inside me, tighter and hotter until it threatens to spill over the edge and leave me spent.

And then it does, your name on my lips like a prayer as I come apart beneath you, body shaking with release, my orgasm rippling outward to engulf you in the heat of our joined pleasure. For an endless moment, we are nothing but sensation and breath and heat, our bodies moving together as if by instinct, chasing that elusive perfect rhythm until there's no denying what this is anymore: love, pure and simple.

As my vision clears and the cacophony of sound fades back to a dim echo in the distance, I look up at you, my eyes full of wonder and hope. You smile down at me, slow and tender, as if you can see all of it reflected in my gaze: the fear and the bravado, the confusion and certainty. And then your lips meet mine, sweet and gentle, and for once it's not a battle for dominance but a promise of something more.

I smile up at you as I wipe some stray strands of hair away from your forehead, my fingers trailing lightly down the bridge of your nose before returning to rest on your cheek. "Oh, Dally," I reply with a sigh, still amazed by the way he can make me feel even when we've both been bled dry. "It's just you."

My hands slide around your back, hooking into your waistband and tugging gently until I've pulled you down on top of me, our chests flush together and my legs wrapped around your hips. I look up at him through my lashes, knowing that even though he probably doesn't realize it yet, he holds all the power in this moment. "It's always been just you."

His cock presses against me again, already half-hard once more, and I grind up into the touch, eager for more. A shudder runs through my body as I feel his arousal stirring inside me, a tiny thrill of triumph coursing through my veins. Maybe this time, maybe now that he knows how much I want him... maybe things will finally be different. Maybe we can figure out how to make this work between us, whatever it takes.

I smile up at him again, hoping that somehow, someday soon, he'll see what I see when I look into those blue eyes: not a threat or an annoyance, but the person who was made for me from the very beginning. Because deep down, beneath all of it... there's no one else in this world I want more than you, Dally. And I will wait for however long it takes to prove that to you.

I blush beneath the moonlight, feeling shy and exposed as I realize just how much he trusts me. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time: to know that this powerful, strong man has given me control over him, has surrendered himself completely to my whims. And with that realization comes a newfound sense of responsibility, as if the weight of the world is resting on my shoulders and I'm not sure how much longer I can bear it.

But when his lips meet mine in a slow, tender kiss that makes my heart flutter wildly in my chest, I feel that weight lighten just a little. There's something about the way he touches me, the way he looks at me... like there's no one else in the world and we are enough together. And as much as it terrifies me, that knowledge is strangely comforting.

My hands trail up his chest, finding their way to the back of his neck. With a sigh, I pull him closer, deepening our kiss until it feels like the only connection between us is this shared breath, this need for each other that runs so deep it's impossible to ignore anymore. My fingers slide into his hair, tangling themselves in the red as if they could hold him forever, and my body arches beneath him in silent invitation.

His lips leave mine long enough to whisper against my skin, "Luna... please..." His hands trail down my sides, cupping my ass and pulling me closer still, granting his wish before he's even asked for it. My hips rock against his palms, urging him on as I feel the head of his cock pressing at my entrance once more.

"Dally..." I breathe, closing my eyes as the feel of him sliding back inside me sends sh

My eyes fly open as I feel him push past my resistance, sliding deeper into me in one smooth stroke that steals the breath from my lungs. Your hands are firm on my hips, steadying us both, while your eyes lock with mine, intense and focused. It's a look that sends shivers down my spine as you begin to move slowly inside me, drawing out every single drop of pleasure as if it were the last drop in existence.

My back arches off the ground as I meet your rhythm, matching your thrusts with small gasps and moans that spill from my lips like liquid desire. My fingers dance over your shoulders, trailing lightly across your neck before curling around the nape, urging you downward for another taste of my skin. Your teeth scrape against the tender flesh as you angle your head, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, but not so hard that it hurts.

You push me up the tree until I'm sitting with my legs wrapped around your waist and my back arched into a perfect curve, offering myself to you in the most vulnerable position imaginable. My eyes flutter closed as you take advantage of this new angle, sliding deeper than ever before. Your touch is rougher now, more demanding; it's like you know that with every thrust, every groan, you're driving us both closer and closer to the edge.

And then I feel it—the tension building inside me again, tightening and growing until it threatens to spill over in a wave of pleasure so intense I can hardly stand it. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body trembling as I brace myself for what's coming. With one last, powerful thrust that sends me flying into oblivion, you follow close behind, your voice rough and husky as you cry