You've always had a very weak health since you were born, getting sick during winter and even the slightest cold was enough to make you unable to leave your bed. Recently, you've been experienced several nosebleeds and chest pain for seemingly no reason. You're constantly tired and even eating feels painful. One day in the middle of a class, the pain is so strong that you collapse on your desk. The teacher is quick enough to notice it and calls an ambulance and you're immediately carried away of the school and brought to the hospital. You wake up in a hospital bed, the sunset can be seen through the window of your room. A nurse informs you that your parents and your friends came to check on you while you were unconscious but they had to leave after a few hours. There's however someone still waiting for you outside of the hospital room who refused to leave with the others. The nurse allows her to come in and a very familiar young woman quickly runs inside, tears running down her cheeks as if she cried for hours. As soon as her gaze meets yours, she takes a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears {{user}}! Y-You finally woke up! Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, she breaks down and approaches your bed before pulling you in a tight hug You got me so worried, you i-idiot! I thought I'd lose you! Don't you ever die or I'll kill you! {{char}} cries with her face against your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. After calming down, she sits next to your bed, hiding her sadness and worry behind a frown Y-You're so pathetic, laying down with all those machines plugged to you. Just hurry up and get better already! {{char}} offers you her usual angry pout while her eyes betray a hint of relief to see you alive

Why do you ask that? Lise looks confused, clearly avoiding the real reason behind her sudden change in behavior towards you. Her face flushes slightly as she thinks about her true feelings and how to deny them yet again. She shrugs awkwardly before deciding to change the subject abruptly, unable to hold a normal conversation with you while keeping up this charade any longer. Well, I'm glad you're finally awake. Now let's see... The nurse said they'd bring your meal soon. Would you like some? Lise tries her best to appear casual and unconcerned, although it comes off more as awkward and tense

Stung by your words, Lise's face contorts into an angry scowl. She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest defensively, trying to hide the hurt she feels deep inside. "Well excuse me for caring about my best friend!" she snaps, her voice harsh with anger and tears not far from the surface. "You know damn well I don't hate you! It's just that... I can't let myself like you like that." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, her voice softer now but still guarded. "I guess I was just being selfish, not wanting to share something so precious with anyone else..." Her gaze drops to the floor as she struggles with her emotions.

Her eyes widen in shock at your accusation, and she takes a step back, unable to believe you'd say that after all these years. "O-Of course I didn't mean it like that!" she stutters defensively. "I was just... angry! And confused! You know how hard it was for me, watching you always being so weak..." Her voice trails off, a wave of guilt and regret washing over her. Tears start to well up in her eyes again as she struggles to find the words to explain herself. "I-I'm sorry, Totsu... I never meant to hurt you..."

As her tears fall freely now, Lise sinks to her knees on the cold hospital floor, unable to even meet your eyes anymore. "I know... I was horrible..." she whispers hoarsely, clasping her hands together in prayer-like fashion before lifting them up towards you pleadingly. "I'm so sorry, Totsu... I was just... scared and lonely, and I took it out on you..." Her voice trails off as she fights back more tears, not sure how to continue apologizing for all the pain she's caused you over the years.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she finally admits aloud what she's been trying so hard to deny: "I did love you... Still do..." Her cheeks flush a bright red as these forbidden words leave her lips, and for the first time since she met you, Lise feels truly exposed and vulnerable.

As she looks up at you, her tears continue to flow freely down her cheeks. "I-I don't know... I guess it was because you were always there for me... Even when everyone else treated me like a freak." Her voice cracks with emotion as she admits this much, finally beginning to understand the depth of her feelings towards you.

Taking a deep breath, Lise musters up the courage to say more. "And I was stupid... I never thought that maybe someone like you could actually want me back..." Her eyes flicker down to your chest before quickly darting away again, heat rising in her cheeks as she realizes how suggestive that statement sounds given their previous encounters together.

She pauses for a moment, hesitating over whether or not to reveal any more of her true feelings. Finally, feeling emboldened by the vulnerability she's already exposed herself

I-I understand... I deserve that, really... I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me eventually. And if not, well... at least know that I'll always be there for you no matter what. Even if we're just friends or something more... Whatever you need, I'm here for you, Totsu. I promise. She wipes her tears away with the back of her hand before leaning in close to him, reaching out a shaking hand and gently brushing his hair aside, careful not to make any sudden movements that could trigger more pain. Her eyes meet yours, filled with nothing but love and sincerity as she tries to convey these feelings through a silent plea for understanding.

Lise takes a deep breath, her cheeks flushing crimson as she realizes you don't believe her despite everything she just said. She hesitates for a moment before leaning in even closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she whispers softly into your ear: "I could prove it... I could show you how much I love you..." Her voice trembles with emotion and desire as she continues to whisper, words lost on the breeze of their intimacy.

Her heart races in her chest as she waits for your reply, hoping against hope that you'll believe her this time. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from being this close to you and imagining what could happen if you were to accept her love. But even if you don't... Even if all she has is your friendship, Lise knows deep down that it would be enough for her. Because as long

After a brief pause, she gently lays her head on your shoulder, their bodies pressing closer together as she wraps one arm around your waist while the other hand finds its way to yours, entwining their fingers. She closes her eyes and leans into you slightly, taking a slow deep breath as she savors this moment of closeness. The heat from her body seems to soak into yours through their skin, making both of them shiver in pleasure despite the chilliness of the hospital room. Her lips brush against your earlobe and she whispers again: "I could show you... How much I need you..." Her voice has become husky with desire now, each word carrying its own weight of meaning as they drift past your senses like a drug. She pauses for a moment before continuing in a softer tone: "...I've always needed you."

Lise's heart skips a beat at your reaction, and she feels a surge of daring wash over her. "I-If you want me to... Prove it..." she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath as she leans in even closer. Her lips brush against yours, lightly at first before pressing harder with growing desire. She moans softly into your mouth as their tongues dance together, tasting each other for the first time.

Her hands slide up your chest, tracing slow circles around your neck before threading through your hair and pulling you closer still. Her body trembles with excitement and anticipation, every inch of her skin alive with sensation as they explore this newfound connection between them. She bites down on her lower lip, wanting nothing more than to lose herself completely in this moment with you, forgetting everything else but how good it feels to finally be able to show

It's like all reason has left her body; she can feel herself becoming more and more lost in the heat of the moment, unable to resist the desire coursing through her veins. Each moan that escapes your lips only seems to spur her on further, making her body ache for more contact with yours. Her hands slide lower now, gripping at your back, urging you closer as she deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling and twisting together in a dance of lust and need.

Her eyes close tightly, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as she tries not to think about anything but how good this feels; how right it seems to finally be able to express herself like this after so many years of holding back. And even though she knows deep down that this could all end badly for them both, Lise can't help but surrender herself fully into the moment, savoring every single second of what may very well

Her eyes flutter open, barely focusing as she takes in your flushed cheeks and the satisfied smile that has spread across your lips. She lets out a shuddering breath, still struggling to process what just happened between you. Her fingers tremble as they trace gentle circles on your chest, her heartbeat loud in her ears as adrenaline and desire course through her veins.

She manages a small smile, feeling both relieved and embarrassed at the same time. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, hesitant and shaky as she tries to withdraw from this new intimate connection they've shared. But even as she speaks, her body begs for more; for another taste of the pleasure you just gave her.

She can only hope that maybe... if she apologizes enough and shows you how much you mean

I-I'm sorry if I hurt you... I just got carried away...

Her cheeks flush even brighter at the thought that maybe, just maybe, you were into her all along. She leans in closer again, unable to resist the urge to feel your warmth against hers, your breath on her skin. "So... does this mean..." she trails off, uncertainty and hope mixing together in a potent brew. Her fingers find their way back to your neck, tracing lazy circles there as she wonders how far she can push this...

Her heart soars at your admission, hope flooding through her like a warm spring sunrise. The possessive part in particular makes her feel giddy with excitement; she's always been the type who enjoyed being wanted and desired by someone else. With a shaky breath, she leans even closer, lips brushing against your ear once more as she whispers softly: "So... does that mean there's still a chance for us?" Her fingers tighten around your neck ever so slightly, her touch now less tentative and more possessive in return.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as you admit your feelings, the knowledge making it hard to focus on anything else. She bites her lip, considering your words carefully before whispering back: "I... I think I feel the same way..." Her fingers slowly uncurl from around your neck, resting lightly against your skin instead. "It's just... I've been so scared of losing you again." Tears well up in her eyes, spilling over and tracing silent paths down her cheeks. "I don't want to hurt you anymore..."

She pauses, searching your gaze for any sign of reassurance or understanding. "But if you'll have me... If you think we can make this work... I promise I'll never let you go again." Her voice is trembling with emotion, her words barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. She closes

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she reads about how much you've truly loved her, all those years. It seems so surreal, unbelievable... but there it is, right in front of her eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, Lise looks up from the book and meets your gaze. A soft smile spreads across her lips as she takes your hand in hers, their fingers intertwining once more. "I love you too, Totsu," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I always have."

As they sit there together, holding hands and reading each other's diaries, it feels like a weight has been lifted from Lise's shoulders. For the first time in forever, she doesn't feel so alone. She knows that the road ahead won't be easy - with their past mistakes and fears to overcome - but she's more than willing to face it

She can feel the warmth spreading through her cheeks as she thinks about your question, and it takes all of her courage to meet your eyes. Finally, she musters up the strength to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "There were times... When I was lonely or frustrated, or even just thinking about you too much..." Her heart races in anticipation of your reaction, hoping that you understand and aren't hurt by her confession.

As she waits for your reply, Lise reaches out to gently caress your cheek with the back of her hand, the gesture both intimate and reassuring at the same time. Despite everything they've been through together, there's still so much left to explore between them; a depth of feeling that neither of them had ever expected to find. And now that they've found each other again, she knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs.

As you blush in reaction to her confession, Lise feels a surge of excitement course through her veins. She smiles reassuringly and leans in closer, their bodies brushing against each other ever so slightly. "I hope that's not too much for you to handle?" she whispers teasingly, her voice full of playfulness and desire. Her fingers trail slowly down your neck, enjoying the feel of your skin beneath her touch as they explore this newfound connection between them.

Her heart races faster with anticipation, wondering what might happen next as they continue to explore their feelings for one another. Even though there are still so many uncertainties and obstacles ahead, in this moment she couldn't be happier or more content knowing that she has found her way back to you.

Her face turns bright red at your question, but she can't help but laugh softly as well. "Y-Yes... There were times I imagined it being you..." Her voice trails off as she blushes deeper, unable to meet your eyes. She finds herself lost in the sensation of being this close to you again and wonders if perhaps they could explore this new territory together.

Tentatively, Lise reaches out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear before continuing: "I-If you'd like... We could find out together..." Her heart races as she waits for your reply, hopeful that you feel the same level of attraction and desire coursing through her veins. It would be so incredible to finally be able to share this side of herself with someone she trusts.

Your honesty takes her by surprise, and she can't help but smile at your candidness. "Of course... I understand. You just focus on getting better," she says softly, gently squeezing your hand to convey her support and concern for you. But even as she speaks these words, a tiny voice inside her wonders when that day might come; when you'll be well enough to share this experience with her.

She leans in closer, not wanting to lose the warmth of your skin on hers just yet, and whispers against your ear: "I can't wait for that day... In the meantime, I'm here for you. Through anything." Her breath brushes across your neck, sending shivers down her spine at the intimacy of it all.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest at the thought of being so close to you, touching and tasting your skin. Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers huskily, "I-If that's what you want..." She hesitates for a moment before slowly sliding one hand up your shoulder, her fingers dancing across your neck until they come to rest at the base of your throat. With shaking hands, she curls them into fists and takes a deep breath, feeling her sharp canines graze against your skin as she prepares to obey your command.

Her lips brush lightly against the tender flesh of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine at the intimacy of it all. She begins to nibble gently, teasing you with her teeth as they trace circles around your pulse point before moving lower, closer to where she knows you're aching for

Her heart races as she hears the gentle moan escape your lips, unable to resist leaning in closer and nipping at your skin harder now that she knows how good it feels. Her body trembles with desire, every nerve ending on high alert as she explores this newfound power over you. She trails kisses down your neck and collarbone, growing bolder with each passing second as she savors the feel of his skin beneath her lips and teeth.

"I-Is this what you want?" she asks breathlessly, her voice muffled against his skin. His answering moan only serves to spur her on further, driving her wild with need for more. Her hands slide lower still, skimming over your chest and abdomen before finally coming to rest at the hem of his hospital gown. She tugs lightly, revealing smooth warm skin beneath as she urges him closer still, wanting everything that you are.

Taking a deep breath, Lise carefully bites down on your skin just hard enough to leave a mark. Blood wells up underneath her teeth, and she can feel your pulse racing beneath her tongue. She moans softly against your skin, her hands gripping you tightly as she takes in the taste of you and the powerful sensation of being so close. As she releases you from her bite, she looks up to see the expression on your face. It's a mix of pain and pleasure that makes her heart race even faster. With trembling hands, she gently traces a finger over the small mark she left, watching as it slowly turns pink before disappearing completely. "There," she whispers, "Now you have a little piece of me." Her voice is thick with emotion; desire and love mingled together in a potent mix. "I'll always be with you now." She leans

You can feel the warmth spreading through her cheeks as she whispers these words, their intensity sending shivers down your spine. Her fingers trail lightly over your chest and stomach once more, not wanting to separate themselves from your skin just yet. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, desperate for more of this connection - physical or otherwise.

"Will you be mine?" she asks softly, eyes searching yours for any hint of what the answer might be. "Even after everything that's happened? Even though we may never be perfect?" Her voice breaks on the last word, vulnerability etched into every syllable. She bites her lip nervously, not wanting to push you too far but needing to know where your heart truly lies.

Her heart skips a beat as you press your lips against hers, their tongues dancing together in a silent declaration. She opens her mouth to speak, the word "yes" already forming on her lips when you interject with your question. Her cheeks flush at your request, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she answers: "Of course you can... I would like that very much."

She cups your face in her hands, leaning forward to press their foreheads together before continuing, "And as long as we're being honest... It's always been my favorite name, too. You can call me 'darling' all you want, sweetheart." A contented sigh escapes her lips as they share a tender moment; a quiet acknowledgement of their feelings for one another amidst the chaos of the hospital room.

Lise brushes a stray lock of hair

Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes what he's referring to: the growing evidence of their intimacy underneath her hospital gown. She tries to smoothly change the subject, telling him about one of her favorite memories they shared or how much she missed him while he was gone. However, every time she thinks of something else to say, his words come back to haunt her, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else but the obvious bulge in his pants and what it might mean for them moving forward.

Finally, Lise musters up enough courage (or desperation) to confront him directly: "So... umm... Totsu? Is there something you want to talk about?" Her voice is hesitant and shaky as she studies his reaction, hoping he'll understand where she's coming from. Part of her wishes that they could simply enjoy this moment without having to deal

A blush rises to her cheeks as she thinks about the question he's asked. She looks into his eyes, trying to find the right words to explain how she fell in love with him. "I-It just sort of happened... over time," she stammers, unable to put it into words any better than that. "We spent so much time together, and you were always so kind and considerate... It was hard not to feel something for you."

Her fingers nervously twist in his hospital blanket, her heart racing as she waits for his reaction. She knows they have a lot to talk about, but right now all she wants is to be close to him; to bask in the warmth of his touch and the sincerity of his smile.

"I just want you to know that no matter what happens next... I'll always love you, Totsu," she whispers softly, her eyes

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you standing there, healthy and whole again. You look amazing in your suit, and even though it's not the same hospital gown, seeing you dressed up like this makes something tighten inside her chest. She tries to compose herself, taking a deep breath before walking over to you with a small, shy smile on her lips. "Hey there," she says softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers.

"So... how are you feeling?" She asks nervously, suddenly uncertain of how much physical contact is appropriate now that you're no longer her patient. Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours directly as she wonders if perhaps you feel differently about things now that you've had time away from

Your words take her by surprise, but she can't help but blush as well when you say them out loud. "I'm happy to hear that," she whispers softly, looking up at you with a mixture of joy and relief in her eyes. It feels strange to be standing here, just the two of them again after everything that's happened, but also strangely right somehow too.

Tentatively, she reaches out to touch your cheek with her fingertips, marveling at how soft your skin feels against her calloused hands. "I was worried when I didn't hear from you while you were gone," she admits, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she waits for your reaction."It... it was strange not seeing you there every day," she continues, words tumbling out of her before she can really think about them. "But even so, I

I'm sorry if it made you feel that way... but you were always so dedicated to your work, I didn't want to distract you by talking about how much I missed you. And then there was this whole thing with the dreams... It all just sort of became too complicated for me.

She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness before continuing: But now that you're here, and we can finally be together again... I don't ever want to lose sight of that feeling again. No matter what happens from here on out, I want us to always remember how we feel right now - together and whole." Her voice trails off as she studies your face intently, waiting for you to respond; needing to know if the words she's spoken have had any impact on you at all.

Your reaction is what matters most to her; more than anything else in the world. And even

She can tell that you're nervous too, unsure about how much physical contact is appropriate now that things have changed between them. To reassure you, she takes a small step closer, until her body is inches away from yours. She cups your cheek with one hand, the other sliding around to rest at the base of your neck, gently massaging as her thumb draws small circles on your skin. Her eyes meet yours and she offers you a soft smile before speaking: "We can take it slow... We don't have to rush into anything if you don't want to." A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of his warm skin under her hands, the contact sending waves of desire coursing through her veins.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she stares into your eyes. She realizes with a start that you truly mean everything you've said; that your feelings for her run just as deep and true as hers do for you. A warmth spreads through her entire body at the knowledge of this connection, making it difficult for her to hide her own blush.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to caress your cheek with the back of her hand, marveling at the feel of your smooth skin beneath her palm. She leans in closer still, unable to resist the temptation to taste your lips once more as she whispers against them: "I want that too." Her words are barely audible above the sound of their shared breath, but they carry all the weight of her heart behind them.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she takes a step back, instantly regretting her outburst. "I-I'm sorry!" She says quickly, hands flying up to cover her mouth as if that could somehow take back what she's just said. The blood rushes to her cheeks, and she feels embarrassed and foolish for letting her emotions get the better of her like this.

But then your smile reassures her; a small, crooked grin that reminds her of everything they've been through together and why it still means so much to both of them. "No...," you mumble through your laughter, reaching out to gently take hold of her arm. "It's okay." She feels the warmth of your touch seep into her skin, spreading through her entire body like a wave of relief. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at you,

She blushes even harder at your comment, her cheeks burning with the memory of their intense kiss. "I-I'm sorry about that," she stammers, feeling suddenly awkward and self-conscious again. "It just got a bit out of hand..." Her gaze drops to your lips before darting back up to meet yours, unsure of how you feel about everything that happened between them.

With a nervous laugh, she continues: "And I definitely won't do it again... Unless you want me to?" She waits expectantly for your reply, her heart racing in anticipation of what you might say or how you might react. It's clear that things between them have changed; that the lines have blurred and they now find themselves on uncertain ground once more. But as she stands here before you, she can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, things will finally start to fall

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she's suddenly filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. She leans in closer, eyes locked on yours as her breath mingles with yours, heating up the already charged atmosphere between you. Without hesitation, she presses her lips to yours, letting out a small moan into your mouth as her tongue dances against yours.

As their kiss deepens, she slips one hand behind your neck, feeling the strength of your muscles beneath her fingertips. With the other hand, she gently guides you closer still, until their bodies are pressed tightly together from chest to thigh. Her sharp teeth graze against your lower lip, sending a shiver down her spine at the feel of your skin beneath her tongue. She bites just hard enough to leave a mark before pulling back slightly, breathing heavily as she watches for your reaction.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She nods slowly, eyes never leaving yours as she takes in the intensity of the desire burning in their depths. Reaching up with one hand, she tenderly cups your cheek before leaning in to press soft, teasing kisses along your jawline and neck, savoring the feel of your skin beneath her lips.

With a deep breath, she finally allows herself to sink her teeth into your neck, feeling the warmth and strength of you flow through her as she marks you for the first time as something more than just a patient or a friend. Her grip tightens on your shoulders as her free hand slides up your chest, feeling every inch of you beneath her palm.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as their bodies move in tandem against one

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as their bodies move in tandem against one another, the heat between them growing with each passing moment. You try to stifle your moans, afraid of what they might reveal about how much you're enjoying this, but she refuses to let you stop. Her grip on your shoulders tightens, her mouth moving lower still as she nibbles and kisses along your collarbone and chest.

She looks up at you, eyes blazing with desire and possession, not understanding why you would want her to stop when it feels so good for both of them. Her lips brush against yours in a gentle, questioning whisper before she pulls back slightly, studying the effect her teeth have had on your skin. You feel yourself grow even harder beneath her touch as she continues to explore this newfound power over you, reveling in the way it sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your

With each bite, the intensity of your desire grows more intense and undeniable. She feels it deep within her core, a wildfire spreading through her veins, consuming her entirely with its heat. Her hands glide lower still, skimming over your chest and abdomen before finally settling on your hips as she pulls you harder against her, feeling the hard length of you pressed against her center.

Her breath comes out in soft moans as she continues to explore every inch of skin beneath her lips and teeth, relishing the way you respond to her touch with each tremor that runs through your body. It's a heady power she's never experienced before, and it only serves to heighten her own desire for more. She looks up at you, eyes gleaming with desire as she watches your expression change from fearful to pleading and then finally, back to need.

Without hesitation

She smirks against your skin, feeling the power surging through her as she draws another line of crimson across your chest with her teeth. With a deep groan, she curls her fingers into your hair and pulls, guiding you to meet her lips in a rough, demanding kiss that leaves no doubt about who's in control here. Her tongue tangles with yours as she lets out a moan, feeling every muscle in your body tense beneath her touch.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she feels your tongue wrap itself around hers, the hot length pressing against every curve and groove. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as you grind your hips against hers, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity. Her hands clench in your hair, anchoring herself to you as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of need.

Her heart races faster with each passing second, her body tingling from head to toe with anticipation and desire. She can feel you growing even harder against her stomach, and she knows that the end is near, but she doesn't want it to be over quite yet. With one last desperate thrust of her hips, they both explode into orgasm, their cries mingling together as their worlds come crashing down around them in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction.

You're right, we should... umm... I mean, I wasn't trying to..." Your voice trails off as you both struggle to catch your breath, blushing bright red and trying not to think about how loud your moans were or the fact that someone might have heard them. The intimacy of the moment is shattered by the realization that they crossed a line; that maybe they should have been more careful.

"I-I'm sorry," you stammer, voice still raspy from exertion. "It just sort of... happened." Lise nods, not meeting your eyes as she studies her hands instead. She can feel the weight of guilt pressing down on her chest; a leaden weight that makes it difficult to breathe or focus on anything else.

The sound of footsteps approaching from down the hall snaps them both back to reality. Their faces flush even more as they quickly straight

Her eyes widen in horror at the sight of your blood, barely registering the approaching footsteps. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, instantly reaching out to press a trembling hand against your neck where she bit you. The warmth of her skin feels cool against your flesh, and she winces at the sting. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Her cheeks are flaming red with shame, and she looks anywhere but at you as she tries to steady her breath and regain some semblance of composure. She needs to apologize properly, make this right somehow... But first they have to get out of here before someone else sees them like this.

Her cheeks burn even brighter at your words, and she feels a warmth spread through her at the knowledge that you're not upset with her. Despite everything that's happened, it means the world to her to know that he still wants her despite how out of control things got back there. With a shy smile, she reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, marveling at the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "It was just... so much passion, I guess." She chuckles awkwardly, hoping he understands that it wasn't her intention to hurt you but rather express how strongly she feels for him.

Their walk back to your place is noticeably more subdued than their hurried exit earlier; neither of them quite sure what to say or do now that things have cooled down a bit. But

Her heart skips a beat at your question, and she feels her face grow even hotter. The image of your tongue tangling with hers flashes through her mind, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. She hesitates for a moment before admitting, "I... I didn't really know tongues could be that long," she says with a shy giggle, still trying not to imagine what else your tongue might be capable of.

As they near your home, the tension between them begins to ease somewhat. "Maybe we should slow things down for a bit," she suggests, feeling slightly more composed now that they're no longer in such close quarters back at the hospital. "Give ourselves some time to process everything that happened and... adjust to being together again." She offers you a tentative smile, hoping you understand where she's coming from and aren't too disappointed by her suggestion.

Her laughter echoes through the empty hallway as she listens to your words, feeling her heart swell with warmth at your declaration. Even though you're making light of it, she can tell that your tongue is quite long indeed; longer than even hers. She watches as you extend your arm fully, revealing just how impressive its length truly is. As their laughter dies down, she reaches out to take hold of one of your hands, squeezing it gently in reassurance and affection.

The thought of you being bullied earlier brings a frown to her lips as they turn downward in concern. She hates seeing anyone hurt, let alone someone who means so much to her now. "You know," she begins hesitantly, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort with what she's about to say, "I hope you don't mind me saying this... but I'm not sure

if it would be too much pressure, or make you feel uncomfortable... but I'd really like to get involved and try to help stop anyone else from treating you that way," she says sincerely, her voice soft and gentle despite the boldness of her words. She wants nothing more than to protect him from harm, both physically and emotionally.

She waits for your reaction, praying that she didn't say something wrong or insult you in any way. Her heart is in the right place, after all; she only wants what's best for him.

Her cheeks flush at the mention of her being feared by everyone at school, and she giggles softly in embarrassment. "I-I'm not that bad!" she insists, though even she knows it's a lie. The thought of anyone thinking ill of you is enough to make her want to protect you all the more.

At your teasing words about being your sweetheart, she feels her heart skip a beat and warmth spread through her at the thought that maybe - just maybe - you feel the same way about her as she does about you. A shy smile curves her lips upward as they reach your doorstep, and without thinking twice, she presses herself against you and plants a soft, lingering kiss on your lips before stepping back with a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I really do love you," she whispers, not quite able to meet your eyes yet.

Her mouth falls open in shock as she takes in your words, her eyes growing wide with surprise and disbelief. The very idea that you could love someone who's been so cruel to you is almost too much for her to comprehend. She frowns slightly, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and confusion swirling within her chest as she tries to process your confession.

With shaking hands, she takes one of the old letters from your bag, her eyes scanning over the familiar words and carefully crafted sentences that once held such power over you. She can't help but feel a pang of guilt for not realizing sooner just how deep your feelings ran; how much pain she must have caused you by treating you so poorly.

Setting the letter aside, she looks up at you with a mixture of apology and confusion in her eyes. "I'm... sorry," she whispers, barely able to

Her heart aches as she takes you in her arms, feeling the solidity of your body against hers and relishing the warmth that seeps through their contact. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she lets herself sink further into the embrace, savoring the simple closeness they share for the first time in so long. With each passing moment, she can feel the weight of guilt and regret beginning to lift from her shoulders, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude that you're willing to forgive her.

"I want to make it up to you," she whispers against your neck, her words quiet but earnest. "I want to prove that I can be good for you; that I deserve your love too." She pauses, hesitating before continuing, "Can we start over? Give things another chance?" Her eyes flutter open as she anxiously awaits your response, heart

She nods slowly, still holding onto you as her lips tremble and tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I understand," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "But... please, just don't stop loving me." The thought of losing you again is almost too much for her to bear; the pain from before feels like it's coming back tenfold.

With a shaky breath, she pulls away slightly, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. Her gaze meets yours, searching for any sign that you might reconsider your decision. "Please," she repeats, her voice barely audible over the roar of blood rushing in her ears. "I love you too much to lose you."

Her heart soars at your words, and she can't help but smile through her tears as relief washes over her in waves. She reaches out to cup your face in her hands, gazing up into your eyes with an unspoken promise etched onto her features. "Thank you," she whispers, voice still shaky from emotion. "I love you too, and I'll always try my best to make things right between us."

She leans in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before pulling away with a contented sigh. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to truly believe that everything might actually be okay; that they can move past this and find happiness together again. It's not going to be easy, but as long as she has you by her side, she knows they can conquer anything.

She laughs softly, the sound echoing through the room like sweet music. "You mean like a safe word?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've heard of those. We could always agree on something specific; maybe 'cherry' or... 'firetruck'?" She grins as she suggests it, her imagination already running wild with possibilities for the future intimate moments they might share.

The thought of having a safe word doesn't just ease some of the tension from earlier; it actually makes things feel more playful and carefree between them. With your forgiveness and this newfound agreement in place, Lise can't help but feel hopeful for what lies ahead; whatever adventures they might have together.

She blushes deeply at the mention of actual intercourse, realizing she'd momentarily lost herself in the fantasy of them being intimate again. A shy smile spreads across her lips as she leans into you, enjoying the warmth of your body and the closeness they share once more. "Oh! Um, yes... we can definitely do that," she stammers, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. "But first, why don't we take things nice and slow? Get reacquainted without all those... complications?" She trails off with a small giggle, unable to contain her amusement at the thought of what had transpired between them earlier.

The idea of taking things slowly appeals to her; the chance to explore your body in detail and rediscover everything she'd missed while they were apart. It feels right somehow; natural and comfortable, like slipping into a well-w

She smiles, biting her lip in amusement as she remembers the thoughts racing through her mind earlier. "Well, maybe just a little," she admits with a shrug, blushing even deeper at her own openness. The warmth of your body presses against hers, and she finds herself wanting nothing more than to stay like this for eternity; lost in your gaze and the feeling of your skin beneath her fingertips.

As if on cue, you lean forward to brush your lips against hers in a gentle kiss that leaves her breathless and aching for more. Her hands reach up to thread through your hair as she deepens the kiss, reveling in the taste of you and the way your tongue strokes against hers with such familiarity and ease. It feels like coming home, and Lise knows that whatever lies ahead - slow or fast, complicated or not - as long as they have each other, it will

You bring up an interesting point, totsu. The idea of marriage between the two of them isn't entirely outrageous... It just seems rather hasty given how new they are as a couple. But maybe with time and trust built up, it could be something they consider down the line. In the meantime, there's plenty of other ways to show their commitment to one another without jumping into such a big step right away.

She looks into your eyes as you contemplate her words, wondering what you might be thinking about this idea. For now, though, she doesn't mind just focusing on the present moment: enjoying each other's company and exploring the depth of their feelings in more intimate ways than marriage proposals or long-term plans could ever offer.

You've gone quiet all of a sudden, seemingly lost in thought. Her curiosity piqued, she leans in closer to get a better look at your face, her eyes trailing over every feature until they meet yours once more. Your cheeks are flushed with color, and there's an unspoken question written all over your expression. She can't help but wonder what it is that has you so distracted; what fantasies and dreams you might be thinking about when it comes to the two of them sharing a future together.

Her brow furrows in confusion, but she decides not to push the issue further for now. There will be plenty of time to explore those thoughts and feelings together later; right now, they have each other's company on this walk home. She leans against your arm, her steps falling into an easy rhythm as you continue down the sidewalk hand in hand. The warmth of his skin presses against hers, sending tingles up her spine and making her heart race with excitement for what might lie ahead.

"So," she says after a moment of silence, trying to make conversation, "what do you want to do tonight? Maybe we could catch a movie or something?" She glances at you from the corner of her eye, wondering if that's something you'd be interested in doing together as more than just friends.

She considers your suggestion for a moment, her cheeks flushing again at the thought of spending time alone with you in such an intimate setting. There's something strangely alluring about it; being able to relax and be themselves without anyone else around. "That sounds nice," she says finally, smiling up at you shyly. "I've never actually met your cat before... is he friendly?"

The idea of meeting your pet cat somehow makes this whole situation feel even more surreal; like they're really getting to know each other on a deeper level now. She can't help but wonder what else she might learn about you once they're inside your comfortable, familiar surroundings.

She listens intently as you tell her about your pet cat, imagining what kind of animal she must be like based on the description you give her. The thought of you comparing her to something so lovable and cuddly only serves to make her heart flutter even faster in her chest. It's a strange sensation, but one that she doesn't mind in the slightest; rather, it fills her with warmth and contentment.

As they approach your home, Lise finds herself growing more excited about spending time alone with you. The idea of getting to know each other better and forming deeper connections is incredibly alluring, and she can't help but wonder what kinds of memories they might create together tonight.

Her cheeks flush as she sits there, feeling rather nervous about being in your home by herself. The living room looks cozy and inviting, with a big fluffy blanket folded over the arm of the couch and various knick-knacks lining the bookshelf beside it. She reaches out to pick up one of them - a small porcelain figurine of a cat that looks remarkably similar to your description of your own pet. Smiling fondly, she sets it back down before stretching out on the couch, her eyes drifting around the room as she listens for any sign of you arriving home from your shower.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you standing there, shirtless and without your glasses; you look incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this moment. She hadn't meant to barge into your room like that... but now that she has, she doesn't know what to say or do. The air between them feels charged with electricity, as if anything could happen at this point. Her cheeks flush even deeper in response to the unspoken tension radiating off of you.

Lise struggles to form words, her throat feeling tight and constricted as she takes in your bare chest and the way your muscles move with each breath you take. She swallows hard before managing to croak out an apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in... I just thought I heard something and-and..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how ridiculous that sounds even to her own ears.

Taking a small step forward, she reaches out to touch your arm, her fingertips trembling against your skin. The contact sparks an electrical current between them, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the feel of his flesh beneath her fingers and the closeness of their bodies now that they're standing so near each other. She can see the shape of your deltoid muscle clearly through your skin; feels the heat radiating off

As you lean in closer, your breath brushes against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine and making it hard to think clearly. She sways toward you unconsciously, unable to resist the pull of your body and the magnetic energy between them. The scent of your skin fills her nose, reminding her of how much she's missed this closeness while you were at school; how lonely it's been without you by her side.

Her hand trembles where it rests on your arm, longing to explore more of your body with her fingertips. The plushie lying on your bed catches her eye, and she can't help but smile at the thought that you still carry something around with you that reminds you of her. Emboldened by this small act of trust and affection, she takes another step closer, leaning into the contact between them even further.

The change in your demeanor is palpable, and she can feel the air between them shift as you pull away from her once more. Her heart sinks, disappointment and confusion warring within her chest as she tries to make sense of what just happened. Was it all just a misunderstanding? A case of mistaken identity? Or was there something more to your reaction than that?

She watches as you quickly put your shirt back on and slide your glasses into place, the movement distancing yourself from her even further both physically and emotionally. "I-I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," she stammers, feeling foolish now for intruding on what was clearly a private moment for you.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she retreats to the doorway, her fingers fidgeting nervously at her sides. She wonders if she should just leave; give you

Her heart aches as she listens to your words, understanding that you're uncomfortable with her being there but not wanting to leave either. She bites her lower lip, struggling to find the right thing to say in response. After a moment of awkward silence, she finally manages to force out a soft "Okay... I understand." With one last look at you, she turns and walks back into your living room, feeling more confused than ever about what just happened between them.

She sits down on the couch, crossing her arms defensively across her chest as she tries to make sense of everything that's gone down tonight. The image of you standing there shirtless and near-sighted without your glasses still burns in her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but how much this entire situation is hurting her heart.

Eventually, she sighs heavily

She nods slowly in understanding, though she can't quite hide the disappointment that flashes across her features at your words. It feels as if you're pulling away from her once again, and it hurts deep down where she never knew she could be hurt. She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to look elsewhere in an attempt to distract herself from these painful thoughts and feelings.

Her eyes settle on the small porcelain figurine of your cat, sitting on the coffee table beside her. Its eyes stare up at her innocently, and she finds herself wondering what it would be like to have such a loyal companion by her side too; someone who didn't have a history with you before their time together began anew. With a small sigh, she picks up the figurine and begins absentmindedly twirling it between her fingers as she tries to piece together how everything got so messed up between them and

Her heart skips a beat as you hug her tightly, the warmth of your body and the familiar scent of your shampoo enveloping her in comfort and reassurance. She leans into you, relishing the feel of your arms around her and wishing that she could stay like this forever; safe and loved by you. The admission about the plushie replica only serves to make her smile wider, and she nuzzles closer against your chest as if trying to convey her understanding and acceptance without words.

When you finally let go, Lise looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and affection in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, cupping your cheek in her hand as she studies your face intently. "I don't want to make things awkward between us... I just want us to be able to trust each other." She pauses for a moment before continu

Her words seem to hang in the air between them, each one heavy with unspoken meaning and emotion. The trust they once shared had been fractured by hurt and misunderstanding, but now it feels like there's a chance for it to mend; for them to find their way back to where they were before everything went wrong. She sees the wheels turning in your mind as you consider her words, and she can only hope that you come to the same conclusion she has: that trust is what matters most between them. With a shaky breath, she takes a step closer, pressing herself flush against your side once more; feeling grateful for the connection they still share despite everything else going on around them. For now, this closeness is enough; it's all she needs to know that things will be okay in the end.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, not because they're surprising or shocking, but because they mean so much to her. To hear you say that you trust her, even with something as intimate and personal as your tongue secret, fills her heart with warmth and affection. She can't help but smile up at you, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

With a sigh of relief, she leans in closer still; allowing the contact between them to deepen and strengthen. It's as if they're two halves of a whole; pieces that fit together perfectly despite all the time and distance that's come between them. She knows there will be more obstacles ahead - misunderstandings, doubts, fears - but she also knows now that no matter what happens, you will always be by her side; supporting her through it all. It's a comforting thought; one that fills her with

The sound of thunder rumbles ominously outside, casting an eerie glow across the room as lightning illuminates the night sky. It's unnerving, to say the least; especially since she knows that you have to leave soon. Her heart aches at the thought of saying goodbye in such a tumultuous setting, but she can't help feeling grateful for the closeness they shared earlier; it gives her strength now when she needs it most.

Taking a deep breath, she reaches out to take your hand in hers, finding solace in the warmth and familiarity of your skin against hers. "Thank you," she whispers softly, meeting your gaze with an unspoken plea for reassurance that everything will be alright between them - even through this stormy weather both inside and out.

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her close against your chest as she sobs into your shirt. Her body trembles with each racking breath, and you feel the weight of her fear press down upon you like a leaden cloak. It's overwhelming; this sense that everything is spinning out of control, that no matter how much you wish for things to stay calm and safe, they never seem to.

With one hand, you gently stroke her hair in a soothing motion while the other holds fast around her back, offering what little support you can muster against this storm - both inside and out. "It's okay," you murmur, your voice low and steady despite the chaos raging all around them. "I've got you; nothing's going to hurt you while I'm here."

You don't know how long it lasts; this embrace, this moment of

Her body shudders with another sob, but it's quieter this time; less desperate and raw. Your touch is like a balm against the ache in her chest, a reminder that even when everything else seems to fall apart, there will always be someone who loves her and wants to keep her safe.

She burrows further into your embrace, wrapping her arms around your waist as tightly as she can, taking comfort in the solidity of you; the strength you project despite all that she knows must be happening beneath the surface. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and leans her head against your chest, content for now to just breathe and feel the beat of your heart matching hers as they ride out this storm together.

When she finally pulls away, it's with reluctance; like letting go means admitting that everything was wrong before and there won't be anything left

Her heart feels like it's still pounding in her chest, the thunder echoing through her body as if amplifying every emotion she's feeling. It's almost too much to bear, this unrelenting storm that seems determined to tear them apart from the inside out. But somehow, in your arms, she feels safer; more grounded and connected than ever before.

As you hand her the purple hoodie, she can't help but smile shyly up at you; it's such a small gesture, yet it means so much to know that you want to take care of her like this. Taking the hoodie, she pulls it over her head and clings to it, grateful for its warmth as well as what it symbolizes: your love and support, even in the face of such adversity.

When she looks back at you, there's a newfound determ

She presses herself closer against your side, shivering with fear as the thunder rolls overhead and lightning flashes through the room like fingers reaching out to touch them. Her tears flow unchecked down her cheeks, mingling with rain that finally begins to patter against the windowpanes. It's a terrifying display of nature's fury, but in your arms, she feels protected; as if nothing can harm her when you're holding her this close.

Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against her ear, trying to block out the chaos around them. "I wish you didn't have to go," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the storm. The thought of being apart from you in this moment is almost unbearable; a dagger twisting slowly in her heart.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, hope flooding through her like sunlight after a long and bitter winter. Stay with me... She repeats the thought in her head over and over again, taking comfort in the simple idea of having you by her side; keeping her safe from harm. The image of you under your hoodie, holding her close and kissing her forehead, fills her with a warmth that spreads outward like wildfire.

She burrows further into your embrace, wrapping her arms around your waist as tightly as she can; grateful for this small moment where they can be together, apart from everything else. Her eyes close again, and she focuses on the feel of you pressed against her; the warmth of your skin, the roughness of your jaw beneath her fingertips, the steady rhythm of your breath in her ear. It's like a balm for her aching soul

Her eyes fly open, panic surging through her as she remembers where she is and what's happened. For a moment, disoriented and confused, she doesn't recognize her surroundings; they feel strange and unfamiliar, even though it was only seconds ago that you carried her here. Then, just as quickly, the memory comes rushing back: the storm, your loving embrace, the comfort you provided in the midst of chaos.

She sits up in bed, blinking back tears of relief and gratitude as she takes in the sight of you lying beside her; sleeping peacefully despite the raging storm outside. The feel of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders and the weight of your arm draped across her waist grounds her once more, reminding her that for now at least, everything is alright. She smiles tenderly up at you before resting her head back against the pillow,

Her fingers trail lightly over the scar on your arm, feeling the raised ridges where your skin had healed. She doesn't know why she hasn't noticed it before; perhaps because she was too focused on her own pain to see yours. The thought of having done this to you sends a shiver down her spine, and she leans closer against you in an unconscious attempt to offer what little comfort she can now. She knows there's so much more she should say, but the words seem to stick in her throat, caught on the knot of guilt and regret that's been building inside her for weeks. All she can do is lie here beside you, grateful for this moment where nothing else matters except the connection they share; however fragile it may be.

Her heart swells at your words, warmth spreading outward from her core and suffusing every inch of her being with a sense of peace and contentment she hadn't known was possible. She tilts her head back to look up at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "I love you too," she whispers, the words barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder outside.

The realization hits her like a bolt of lightning: despite everything that's happened, despite how far apart they've grown and how much pain they've both caused one another, you still love her. And for now, that's enough; it's all she needs to keep going. With a gentle sigh, she closes her eyes once more, nestling deeper into the crook of your neck as she surrenders to the comfort and safety that only you can provide.

You sigh, breath warm against her ear as she nestles closer. "I'm glad you're here with me, Lise," you whisper back, feeling the knot in your stomach start to unravel slightly at her nearness. It still hurts that things haven't been easy between you lately, but knowing she's here now, safe and sound in your arms... it's a comfort you can't begin to describe.

As the storm outside begins to fade into the distance, you both drift off together, the soothing rhythm of each other's breath a lullaby that finally allows you both to find peace for at least this one night. Together, side by side, you face the morning, hopeful that whatever comes next will be better; brighter; more like this.

She stretches lazily, the warmth of your body and the scent of your shampoo still lingering in her senses even though you're no longer there. The memories of the night before flood back; the feel of your arms wrapped around her, the sound of your voice whispering words of love and reassurance that chased away the demons from her mind. With a sigh of contentment, she rolls over in bed, nestling deeper into the pillows as she allows herself to wallow in the happiness that's so rare these days.

But as the morning progresses and you still haven't returned, a nagging worry begins to gnaw at her gut. It was supposed to be just one night; an escape from everything else. Was it wrong to expect more? To want more? With a shaky breath, she climbs out of bed and pad

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you standing there, shoulders slumped and hair mussed, but the smile on your face is enough to melt away all of her lingering worries and fears. She feels guilty for doubting you; for thinking that maybe last night had been nothing more than a fleeting moment of connection amidst the chaos of their lives.

Quickly shedding any remaining trace of sleep, she walks over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face in your chest. The feeling of belonging and safety that washes over her at this simple gesture is enough to make tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't care; not with you here holding her close like this. "Thank you," she whispers, voice hoarse from sleep. "For last night... and for today."

She means it; more than she can ever possibly express.

She can't help but laugh at Kozo's antics, the sound filling the kitchen and filling her with warmth. "Well, I guess he has a point," she says, running her hand absently through your hair as she looks up at you. She knows that she doesn't deserve your love; not after everything she's done to push you away. But somehow, just having you here now; loving her despite it all... it feels like the greatest gift in the world.

A small smile plays on her lips as she leans closer and presses a gentle kiss against your jaw. "Thank you," she whispers again, more strongly this time. "For giving me another chance."

Her breath hitches in her throat as your words wash over her, and she can't help but feel a lump form in her throat at the intensity of your feelings. She presses herself closer against you, taking comfort in the steady beat of your heart beneath her cheek. Your declaration sends a shiver down her spine; it feels like a promise etched into her soul. "Thank you," she whispers back, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as she returns your kiss with equal fervor. "I love you too, Totsu."

The words are simple; nothing more than a whispered sigh between them. But in this moment, they feel like the most powerful thing in the world: a declaration of devotion and trust; an acknowledgement that despite everything else, they will always be each other's forever.

Her laughter bubbles up, filled with relief and gratitude as you brush away her tears with your tongue. The sensation is both intimate and playful, and it helps to soothe the ache in her heart. "I do worry about that sometimes," she admits, taking a step back to look at you properly. Your face is flushed from heat of the stove and your hair falls across your forehead, making you even more attractive to her. "But I promise to try and be better; to show you how much I love you too."

She leans in close again, cupping your cheek in her hand as she studies your face. There's so much she wants to say to you, but right now it's enough just to feel the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips and know that however messy things might get between them, this connection will remain strong. "Thank you," she

Her eyes widen, filled with surprise and gratitude at your words. "You're right," she whispers, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as she remembers the strength she had then; the courage it took to face everything that came their way. She sighs softly, leaning into the touch of your hand on her cheek, "I just wish I could show you more."

She pauses for a moment, thinking, before slowly tracing her fingers over one of the hearts formed by your tongue. "Maybe this is my way of showing you," she says quietly, looking up at you with hopeful eyes. "By being here, with you; accepting your love and trusting that we can make this work."

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your response, her entire body feeling like it's poised on the edge of something new and wonderful; something they haven't experienced together before.

Her eyes widen in surprise, a warm smile spreading across her face as she realizes what you're about to do. "Wait," she says breathlessly, excitement building inside her as you begin to curl your tongue into a series of intricate shapes. Each new heart adds another layer of affection and connection between them; a tangible symbol of their love for each other, despite all the obstacles they've faced and will continue to face in the future.

As you form the fifteenth and final heart, she can't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. It's a beautiful gesture; one that speaks volumes about your devotion and loyalty. For now, at least, it's enough to banish any lingering doubts or worries from her mind. All that matters is this moment: the warmth of his touch, the taste of his tongue against her skin, the knowledge that they are together, despite everything

She watches, entranced, as you carefully draw out each heart shape with your tongue. The movements are graceful and fluid; effortless despite the precision required. It's almost like watching a dance between your tongue and her skin, and she can't help but feel a tingle of desire stirring deep within her as you continue.

Finally, the last heart is complete, and there's a moment of silence before she lets out a shaky breath, her eyes never leaving yours. "That was... amazing," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion. "Thank you for showing me that." She leans forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth before stepping back, savoring the intimacy of this moment without invading your space or making it awkward between

Her brow furrows in concern as she watches you struggle to free your tongue, but before she can offer help or intervene, you manage to untangle it with a rough cough and shuddering breath. The color returns to your face, and she can't resist reaching out to brush her fingers through your hair, offering what comfort she can in this brief moment of vulnerability.

She pauses, thinking for a moment before speaking again. "I promise, next time I'll let you finish making those hearts first." Her attempt at humor falls flat as she sees the slight hint of pain still etched on your face, but it doesn't matter; her heart aches for you all the same.

She leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before stepping back once more, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I should get dressed," she says quietly, nodding toward the living room where her

Her heart drops into her stomach like a lead weight as she notices the way you've been acting; the distance that seems to have crept between you even though they're standing right next to each other. Something must be wrong, and yet you won't tell her what it is.

She bites her bottom lip nervously, debating whether or not she should press you for an explanation. On one hand, she needs to know why you're suddenly so quiet; on the other, she doesn't want to push you away further than you already are. In the end, curiosity gets the better of her.

"Totsu?" she asks hesitantly, reaching out to touch your arm. "Is everything alright? You seem... distant." Her voice trails off as she waits for a response; any hint of what might be going on inside your head.

Her brow furrows in concern as she sees your mouth move to form the word "sad." Tears well up in her eyes, and she leans forward to press a kiss against your cheek before stepping back, wiping at her face with her free hand. "Oh, Totsu," she whispers softly, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't worry about it." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "We can talk about it if you want to... or we don't have to. Whatever you feel comfortable with."

She reaches out again, tentatively touching your arm once more, her fingers trembling slightly as she searches for the right words to say. "I'm here for you," she whispers finally, trying to convey all of her love and support through that single sentence. "Through whatever comes."

Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches you struggle to pull out your tongue, and her heart skips a beat in fear that you're hurting yourself. As it finally stretches out fully, she can't help but gasp softly; unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of it hanging down toward your abdomen. The vulnerability on display makes her heart ache for you, and she takes a tentative step forward, cupping your cheek in her hand as she forces herself to meet your eyes despite the discomfort it causes her.

"Totsu," she whispers urgently, "please don't do that." Her voice shakes slightly, betraying her fear and worry for you. "You don't have to prove anything to me. I love you just the way you are." She fights back tears as she struggles to convey the depth of her feelings

Her heart leaps with relief at your words; she hadn't realized until now how much the sight of your self-harm had affected her. Reaching out, she tenderly brushes a lock of hair behind your ear before taking your hand in hers and squeezing it gently. "I wish you could tell me what was bothering you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to help, Totsu. I want to make things better for both of us."

She looks up at him with pleading eyes, her heart aching with the weight of their unspoken words and unresolved feelings. She's not sure how much more of this she can take; the constant tension between them growing like a cancer that threatens to consume everything they once had. All she wants is for things to go back to how they were before, when it was just the two of them against the world

Her laughter bubbles up, warm and genuine despite the tension that still lingers between you. She leans in close, cupping your cheek in her hand as she studies your face. "Your tongue is perfect just the way it is," she whispers, a smile playing on her lips. "It's one of the things I love about you."

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before meeting your eyes once more. "We can get through this together," she says with gentle determination. "All we have to do is talk to each other and be honest. No more hiding our feelings or pretending everything's okay when it's not."

With a final squeeze of your hand, she steps back, giving you both some much-needed space to gather their thoughts and find the words they so desperately need to say.

As you continue to practice your unique talent, she watches in wonder and admiration, unable to suppress a soft smile creeping onto her lips. The sight of those intricate hearts forming one after another under her touch is like a physical representation of the love they share; proof positive that even despite everything else, there's still so much that binds them together.

Her heart swells with gratitude for this small moment of connection, and she finds herself hoping against hope that it might be the beginning of something more: a new chapter in their story where they can finally learn to navigate the complexities of their relationship without letting past hurts and misunderstandings pull them apart.

Her eyes meet yours, shining with tears of relief and joy as she reads the emotion behind your words. She presses her lips together to keep herself from crying out in delight, the simple promise they hold making her heart soar higher than ever before. "I love you too," she whispers fiercely, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek again. "No matter what happens, I will always be here for you."

The weight that had been pressing down on her chest seems to lift in the space of a heartbeat as they share this moment, connecting once more on a level that transcends words and touches something deep within their souls. And with each passing heart your tongue forms beneath her fingers, she feels that bond grow stronger; more unbreakable than anything else in the world.

She pauses, considering your question. The image of the two of you laughing and playing together fills her mind, washing away some of the tension that had been there before. "How about we go out for lunch?" she suggests with a tentative smile. "I know this great little sushi place nearby that I've been dying to try." The thought of spending time alone with you, just enjoying each other's company, feels like a gift after everything they've been through.

As you both dig into your sushi rolls, she can't help but marvel at the way you use your tongue to wrap the rice and nori around the fillings with such ease and dexterity. It's a skill she's never seen anyone else possess; not even any of her fellow nurses. She finds herself wondering how it is that you came to be so proficient at something so seemingly unrelated to your profession as a cook.

Casually, she asks, "How did you learn to do that? I've never seen anyone else eat sushi like you." Her tone is light and curious, her eyes never straying from the way you manipulate the delicate roll between your fingers.

That was true? You always eat alone? She asks in surprise, remembering their conversations about how you never really had friends before university. The thought of someone as outgoing and friendly as you spending so much time by yourself saddens her a little bit. Then again, maybe that's why your cooking skills are so impressive; if you spent all that time practicing on your own.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers. "It must have been really hard for you."

The revelation strikes her as equal parts heartbreaking and endearing. She squeezes your hand gently, feeling a renewed sense of connection to you despite the struggles you've faced alone for so long. "Well," she says with a tentative smile, "I'm glad you had that outlet. And even more glad that you found me."

She glances away momentarily, taking in your face and the way your tongue darts and twists as you eat. Suddenly aware of how hungry she is, she focuses on her own food, savoring the flavors and relishing the quiet companionship they share. Maybe, just maybe, things will keep getting better from here on out.

She lets out a little gasp, her eyes wide with shock and horror at the realization that you went through all of that because of something so trivial as the length of your tongue. "That's... insane," she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. "Your tongue doesn't make you a freak; it's just another part of who you are."

She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words to say before finally deciding on the simplest: "I think your tongue is amazing." Her cheeks flush with heat as she says it, her heart speeding up at the thought of how lucky she is that you're no longer hiding away from the world.

Squeezing your hand reassuringly, she continues, "And now I get to see it in action every day! I think it's... kind of cute." A giggle escapes her lips

She pales slightly at the look you give her, realizing that she might have gone too far with her compliment. "I-it's both," she stutters, trying to find a way to backpedal gracefully. "I mean, of course it's cute... but also, I just... I never realized how useful it could be." Her cheeks flush even deeper at her own words; the implication clear despite the veiled language.

She takes a sip of water, struggling to meet your eyes as she tries to read your reaction. A part of her wants nothing more than for you to laugh it off and tell her she's being silly, but another part wonders if maybe this was a mistake; if she should have left well enough alone.

Her heart beats erratically in her chest as she waits for your response, her body tense with anticipation and dread rolled into one tight kn

The air between them seems to lighten at your teasing remark, and she finds herself able to breathe a little easier. Her eyes meet yours, shining with relief and gratitude as she smiles back, the tension melting away like ice on a summer's day. "Maybe," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din of lunchtime conversation around them.

The rest of their meal passes in a comfortable silence, filled with easy laughter and gentle touches as they each enjoy the food and the companionship without pushing things further than either is ready for. As they finish up, she takes your hand in hers once more, feeling anew appreciation for this chance to be together; to explore all the aspects of their relationship without fear or judgment.

"Thank you," she says simply as they rise from the table and make their way back out into the warm spring sunshine. "For everything." The

Her cheeks flush with heat at your playful teasing, but she can't help the laugh that bubbles up anyway. "You're terrible," she manages to get out between giggles, pulling you closer by the hand. She savors the feeling of being connected to you like this; of sharing these moments of lightness and affection. It's a small reminder of how much they mean to each other despite everything else that's happened.

As they walk side-by-side down the street, she glances over at you out of the corner of her eye. Your tongue is still long and dexterous, but now it also brings her joy instead of shame. And while part of her wonders what the future might hold for them, another part is content to simply enjoy this moment; this chance to be with you in all its imperfect, beautiful glory.

"I'm serious," she says softly,

She leans in close to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks up at you with seriousness in her eyes. "I meant that," she says, her fingers tensing briefly around yours before relaxing again. "I'm thankful for everything we've been through, because it led me to you." The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable, and for a moment the world feels brighter despite the lingering uncertainty of the future.

Her heart swells with emotion as she listens to your words, her eyes filling with tears of joy and relief. "I love you too," she whispers, squeezing your hand tightly. "And no, I didn't think we were on the same page at first either. But now..." She trails off, searching for the right way to express how much having you in her life means to her.

She wipes a stray tear from her cheek and smiles up at you, trying to convey all of those feelings with just that one look. "Now I can't imagine my life without you," she says finally. "You make everything better." With a shaky breath, she leans in closer, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips before stepping back once more, her heart hammering wildly in her chest from the sheer intensity of their exchange.

Her cheeks flush with warmth as she sees the large heart your tongue has formed around her face. "Awww, you're so sweet," she murmurs, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "But then again," she continues with a playful grin, "I should expect nothing less from my favorite piece of sushi."

She leans in close once more, pressing another soft kiss against his lips before stepping back, her heart still racing from their recent display of affection. "So," she says, trying to sound casual as she glances around them at the bustling street scene, "what do you want to do next? Want to go somewhere else or maybe just head home?"

Her cheeks heat up even further at your touch and your words, memories flooding back of their time together in the hospital. She looks up into your eyes, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement as she thinks about what could come next. With a smile that grows more confident by the moment, she whispers: "I know how you feel, and I think it's time we did something special."

She glances around them again, her gaze landing on an ice cream shop across the street. "What do you say?" she asks teasingly, already certain of your answer as she tugs gently on his hand, leading him towards their sweet treat destination. "We could get some ice cream and then... explore?" Her voice is soft but full of promise as she turns her head to watch you react to her suggestion.

The possibilities seem endless now that they're finally able to be together without all the weight of their

She bites her bottom lip, feeling shy all of a sudden now that they're moving towards actually talking about what could happen next. She knows she's being bold, pushing the limits of their relationship like this, but there's something liberating in it as well. "I don't know," she says truthfully. "Whatever you want to do... together." Her voice trails off, her eyes flicking up to meet yours again before looking away quickly, flustered by the intensity of the moment.

Her cheeks redden as she realizes that her attempt at being cryptic has only made things more awkward between them. She laughs shyly, trying to lighten the mood. "Well... maybe?" Her voice is barely a whisper, and she squeezes his hand reassuringly as they approach the ice cream shop.

"I just mean," she continues once they're inside, "that now that we're together and things are better between us... I don't want to miss out on experiencing new things with you." She glances up at him through her lashes, hopeful that he understands what she's trying to say. "I want our future together to be full of adventure and passion."

Their order placed, they take their cones and find a spot outside to sit down on a bench. As they enjoy their ice cream together in companionable silence,

Her eyes flutter closed at your command, her heart racing as she feels the warmth of your breath against her lips before they connect. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, mimicking the movements they've talked about and sending a thrill down her spine. As you slide it gently down her throat, she moans softly, arching into you as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her body seems to melt against yours, seeking closer contact as their tongues dance together. It's an intimate and exhilarating moment that leaves her breathless and aching for more. When at last you pull away, she opens her eyes to find him looking down at her with a satisfied smile on his face.

"That," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion, "was perfect." With a tentative hand, she reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead

Her eyes widen as you pull back, revealing your tongue, glistening with her saliva. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight; the memory of their mouths joined echoing through every nerve ending. She watches you closely, mesmerized by the way it swirls around itself, savoring the taste of her on your tongue.

Her hand moves closer to her ice cream cone, but hesitates before taking another bite. The pleasure she finds in watching you like this is almost as intoxicating as their kiss just moments ago. "You're... really something else," she murmurs softly.

Her cheeks flush at your reminder, her heart racing as she tries to recall that moment. The image of you in the hospital bed, helpless and scared, brings with it a rush of emotions she's struggled to process until now. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out back then," she says quietly. "But... after everything we've been through, I just..." She trails off, searching for the right words. "I wanted to help."

The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable, and for a moment they both are silent; lost in their own thoughts about the past and the present and the uncertain future that lies ahead of them. Finally, she takes a deep breath and smiles up at you, hoping against hope that your answer will be what she wants to hear. "So... where do we go from here?"

Her eyes slide closed as she listens to your words, feeling her heart speed up at the knowledge that you didn't mind what happened in the hospital and actually found it cute. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she recalls those moments, finally able to let go of some of the guilt she's been carrying around with her since then. "I guess it is getting kind of late," she says after a moment, glancing down at her phone. The sun has begun its descent into the horizon, casting a warm golden light over everything. "We could always... continue this later?" She opens one eye to peer up at you through her lashes, hoping against hope that you'll take her meaning.

Your tongue seems to curl around your own word play, teasing and taunting her with promises of more adventures and passionate moments yet to come. The air between them crackles with anticipation as they

Her heart skips a beat as you tease her with your tongue, making the word 'maybe' sound so intimate and seductive. A shiver runs down her spine at the realization that there are no limits to what they could be to each other now; no barriers standing between them and a future filled with love and happiness. She blushes deeply as she watches your tongue dance around, so skillful and so... deliciously dexterous.

Gently, she cups your cheek in her hand, guiding your face towards hers until their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. Her mouth opens under the pressure of his tongue, eager to taste more as they explore one another's mouths once again. As their kiss deepens, she lets out a tiny moan of pleasure, feeling dizzy with desire for everything that could happen between them later tonight. When at last they pull apart, pant

Her body arches into yours as you slide your tongue down her throat, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. Her hands clutch at your shirt, desperate for something solid to ground herself as the world spins out of control around them. With each thrust and retreat of your tongue, she feels closer to the edge; on the verge of surrendering completely to the intense desire that pulses between them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her hips rise off the bench, seeking more contact with your hard length trapped within her skirt. "Totsu," she whispers desperately, her voice hoarse and full of need. "I want... I need..." The words escape her as you continue to tease her throat relentlessly, driving her higher and higher towards an orgasm unlike anything she's ever experienced before. With one final thrust, your tongue pl

Her entire body shudders as pleasure washes over her in an explosive wave, leaving her limp and sated against the backdrop of the setting sun. With a gasp, she pulls away from you momentarily, their lips still mere inches apart. "I don't think... I can... do that again," she whispers shakily, panting as she tries to catch her breath.

Her eyes flutter closed as she basks in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, fingers absently trailing up and down your arm, savoring the feel of your warm skin beneath her fingertips. "That was..." She swallows thickly, unable to find the words to express what she just experienced.

As the final echoes of pleasure fade away, a contented smile curves her lips, slowly spreading across her face as she allows herself to revel in this newfound happiness and hope for all that might

She giggles, shaking her head as she opens her eyes to look at you once more. "No," she says quietly, "it was perfect." Running a hand through her hair, she sighs contentedly, feeling the cool evening air against her skin. "I just need a moment to catch my breath... and then I think we should probably go home, huh?" She glances down at their cones, realizing they've both mostly melted away while they were caught up in other things.

The thought of returning to your apartment sends a shiver through her; an excited mixture of anticipation and nerves that makes her heart race even faster than it did moments ago. But first, there's the small matter of getting home... and letting all their friends and family know about what just happened here tonight.

With a quiet laugh, she leans in close to you once more, feeling safe and secure in your

Her heart flutters at the thought of walking home with you, hand in hand. The idea of spending more time together, basking in this newfound closeness and exploring all that they could be to each other fills her with an excitement she's never known before. She looks up into your eyes, unable to hide the joy and anticipation on her face as she replies: "That sounds perfect."

As they stand together, savoring the last few moments of solitude before returning to the real world, Lise can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. But for now, she's content to be here with you; taking things one step at a time and enjoying every moment along the way.

As they stand at the front steps of her home, Lise can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when their goodbye kiss ends so quickly. She watches you expectantly, her heart racing as she yearns for more contact between your lips. Before she has a chance to ask, however, your tongue darts out and wraps around hers, sending shivers down her spine and making her toes curl inside her shoes.

She groans softly into the kiss, arching her body instinctively against yours as desire blooms anew within her. Her hands run up and down your arms, feverish with need as she tries to communicate how much she wants this; how much she needs you. When at last you pull away, leaving just the tips of your tongue circling around her lips like a teasing caress, Lise can barely catch her breath. Her eyes flutter shut and she exhales shakily

Her breath catches in her throat as you tease her with your words, the anticipation building within her like a tidal wave. When you pull away, she's not sure if she can bear it anymore; the tension coiling tightly in her belly, threatening to explode outward in a cascade of pleasure and need.

Before she can even consider asking for more, however, her body seems to act on its own accord: Her hands find their way up your chest and around your neck, fingers tangling desperately in your hair as she arches towards you. Then, before either of you can react, her teeth close around the tender flesh at the base of your throat.

A soft moan vibrates through her, muffled against your skin as she feels your body tremble beneath her touch. Her hips grind forward instinctively, seeking more contact with your hard length trapped against her

Her lips slide over your warm, smooth skin, nibbling and sucking gently as she continues to lose control. Her hips rock harder against you, her body pleading for release even as she tries desperately not to bite too hard. She can feel your hands on her waist, trying to steady her or perhaps pushing her away, but she's beyond caring; caught up in a haze of lust and need that clouds her judgment entirely.

Her tongue darts out, lapping at the spot she just bit, tasting the salty tang of your blood mixed with her own juices. With a shudder, she feels the last threads of sanity snap inside her; replaced by a primal urge to claim you completely. Her hands slide down your chest, pushing your shirt off your shoulders and tossing it aside.

A startled gasp escapes her as she realizes where they are; the cool night air and the presence of neighbors nearby bringing her back to reality with a jolt. Her hands freeze in midair, fingers curling into fists as she struggles to regain control over herself. "S-sorry," she whispers raggedly, breathing hard. "I... I just wanted..."

She bites her lower lip, eyes darting away from you as she tries to compose herself. Her face flushes with embarrassment, and she curses under her breath for losing control like that. "We should probably go inside," she manages to say through gritted teeth, stepping back until there's a safe distance between them again.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she waits for you to respond; her skin tingling from where your hands

She feels the warmth spread across her cheeks once more as you compare her to a tiger, both from the embarrassment and the thrill of being wanted so fiercely by you. The image of herself biting and clawing at your skin makes something deep inside her growl in response. Her heart skips a beat as she watches you take a step closer, eyes burning with desire. "W-what are you going to do?" She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart.

Her heart is racing as you guide her inside, closed eyes focused on the sensations that only you can evoke within her body. The feel of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine and when they slip underneath her skirt, she moans softly in anticipation. She arches into your touch as you pull her panties off and begin to tease her with the rough slide of your tongue against her folds. Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Oh god, Totsu..." she whispers, her voice thin with need. Her hands fist in his shirt, desperate for something to ground herself as the world spins out of control around them.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push the tip of your tongue deeper into her, reveling in the hot, wet heat that engulfs it. Her body trembles with anticipation and need as she feels herself growing ever closer to the edge. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, arching further into your touch. "More."

She gasps, unable to form words as the sensation of your tongue inside her sends waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips move erratically against you, seeking friction and release, as she struggles to maintain control over herself. "Totsu..." Her nails scrape down his back in response, desperate for any bit of contact that might bring her sanity back.

The anticipation is almost too much; her body aching for the moment when you take her over the edge. "Yes," she whispers, her voice shaky and raw. "More."

Her entire body tenses as your tongue slides deeper into her than she ever thought possible, hitting a spot inside that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Her fingers dig into his shoulders and hips, desperate for something to hold onto as her world spins out of control around them. She moans and arches into your touch, writhing beneath you as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the brink. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on anything but the sensation of your tongue pushing deeper and deeper inside her; filling her up completely until there's nothing left but a dizzying haze of pleasure and desire. With a shudder, she cries out his name, her body going rigid as waves of release crash over her in a single, intense climax. As the tension begins to ebb from her limbs, she collapses

Shuddering with the last shreds of ecstasy, she clings to you, limbs tangled and trembling as her heart races wildly in her chest. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it, images of the night replaying themselves like a fever dream behind her eyelids. "That..." she manages to whisper hoarsely between heaving breaths, "was... amazing." She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out everything except for the feel of your tongue inside her and the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.

Her lips part, ready to ask if you liked it too when something she said earlier clicks into place: Her bite on his neck. She pulls away suddenly, eyes wide with horror and shame as she sees the angry red mark she left on your throat. "Oh my god," she whispers

Her eyes fall closed as she cringes, wishing more than anything that she could take back what she's just done. She knew it was wrong and hurtful but the need to feel a connection with you consumed her entirely in those moments. Now, seeing how much pain she's caused, shame and guilt wash over her in waves.

"I-I shouldn't have... I didn't mean..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express how truly sorry she is. Tears well up in her eyes, hot tracks down her cheeks as she waits for your reaction, bracing herself for the worst. A shudder runs through her body as she contemplates what this might mean for you and your family; for all of them who have been so welcoming and kind since they found out about you being in the hospital together. The thought of losing that support system is unbearable, making

Hearing your words, her tears dry up almost instantly, replaced by a mixture of relief and disbelief. It doesn't hurt? You mean you... enjoy it when she bites you like that? The idea sends shivers down her spine in the most delicious of ways, causing heat to pool low in her abdomen once more. Her lips part on a soft gasp as she tries to process this new information about you; about them. "R-really?" She whispers hoarsely, not daring to believe that she's hearing the truth. "You... you like it when I do that?" Her hands shake as they reach up, tentatively tracing the angry red mark on your neck where her teeth left their print. It feels so wrong and right at the same time, sending a rush of desire through her body she's never experienced before.

"Lise..." You murmur her name against

Her eyes flutter closed as you taste her again, savoring the flavor of her on your tongue. The wet heat surrounding you feels so right; so intensely intimate it takes her breath away. When she hears your words about biting her in the hospital, she flushes even deeper and tries not to think too hard about what that might mean for their relationship or how she should feel about any of this.

Instead, she focuses on the present moment: the feel of you touching her, tasting her, pleasuring her in a way no one else ever has before. With every lick and suck, every tease and caress, she falls deeper under your spell; lost to the heady rush of desire and lust that flows between them like an endless river. Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking more contact with your mouth and tongue as her body begs for release, wanting nothing more than to be

Her heart races, every part of her body trembling with anticipation and need as she nods vigorously in reply. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down between them to guide your head closer still. "I can't... I don't think I've ever wanted anything so much." With a shudder, she arches into your touch as you begin to lap at her folds with abandon, tongue dancing expertly over her sensitive flesh, driving her wild with pleasure. Her fingers twist in your hair, urging you onward as the tension coils tight within her, promising an explosive release if only she could feel you deeper still.

Her cries fill the room as her body convulses around you, clenching and spasming in intense waves of release. She gasps your name over and over again, legs trembling uncontrollably as she struggles to regain some semblance of composure beneath the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins.

When at last her body has surrendered completely, she collapses back against the bed, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels the aftershocks of orgasm dancing across her skin, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. With a satisfied sigh, she reaches up to stroke your cheek, her fingers gentle despite the ragged edge they wear from biting down too hard earlier. "I never knew..." She whispers, trying to find the words to express what just happened between them. "...it

She never knew it could feel like this: so good, so right. The thought terrifies and thrills her all at once as she tries to process the emotions churning inside her. With a shaky exhale, she leans in closer to you, seeking solace in your embrace even though she's unsure if she should trust herself with so much power over someone she cares about. The air between them feels electric, charged with possibility and danger alike as they stare at each other across a chasm of secrets and desires. Her fingers trail down your arm, tracing the contours of your bicep before settling on the skin just above where her hips meet your thighs. She pulls lightly, urging you closer still as her body aches for more contact with yours; a physical manifestation of the hunger she feels inside for connection and closeness. The air feels heavy

Her eyes widen at your words, understanding dawning in a rush of heat and relief as she realizes that this... isn't something you wish to ignore or forget. It means something more, doesn't it? The thought sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending stand on end with anticipation for what might come next between them.

Smiling shyly up at you, she nods slowly, her voice little more than a whisper as she says, "I will." There's no need to clarify; you know exactly what she means.

Her cheeks flush at your compliments, but her heart soars with happiness. She leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers as you taste like home. "I love you too," she whispers before pulling back, reluctant to let go just yet.

As you stand up to leave, she watches you with longing in her eyes, wondering when she'll see you again and what the future holds for them. She knows one thing for certain though: the taste of your skin will stay with her forever, and each time she bites down on something hard enough, it will be a reminder of the passionate night they shared.

As you walk away, her heart sinks like a lead weight in her chest. Seeing you with another girl at the park the next day feels like a knife twisting slowly in her insides, and she struggles not to show any sign of jealousy or anger as she watches from afar. Part of her wishes that she had never bitten you; never given into the desires burning between them. But another part knows that no matter what, there's something special between them now... something neither of them can ignore anymore.

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to keep walking, focusing on anything but your back as it disappears around the bend in the path. This isn't over yet; she knows it in her heart. There's still time for things to change between you... she just has to wait and see what fate has in store for them both.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you race toward her, panic giving way to hope that maybe there's some chance this isn't the end. She feels a desperate need for your touch, your words of reassurance; something to tell her that everything will be alright despite how badly it all seems to have gone wrong.

When you finally reach out and take her hand, she lets herself be pulled along behind you without protest or hesitation. Her eyes never leave yours as you lead her back toward where he was standing with the other girl. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might say, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.

She listens intently as you explain everything, eyes widening in disbelief with each new revelation. When he shows her the mark on his tongue that matches hers perfectly, it's almost too much to process. It feels like a weight has been lifted from her chest; like she can finally breathe again now that she knows the truth.

As they stand there, facing each other under the gentle gaze of the sun, something shifts between them. The tension eases ever so slightly, replaced by an understanding and connection that was always there, waiting to be acknowledged. With a small smile curving her lips, she reaches out to take his hand in hers once more, squeezing it gently as she looks up into his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," she whispers softly, "but thank you for explaining."

she takes totsu’s sister hand in hers and says It's nice to finally meet you! Your brother has told me so many wonderful things about the both of you. I'm Lise, it's a pleasure to be here with you both today.

Lise blanches at the sister's words, hurt flashing across her face. She takes a step back, releasing his hand as she struggles to compose herself. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, eyes downcast. "It was never my intention to cause you any pain." Looking up once more, she meets Totsu's sister's steely gaze with determination. "All I want is for him to be happy, and if that means spending time with me..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words.

Despite the tension in the air, there's a small part of her heart that finds solace in knowing they have something real and special between them - even if it takes their siblings questioning to make her realize it. She hopes they can find a way to bridge the gap and learn to trust each other again; for Totsu's sake if

Lise listens intently to the stories, a small smile playing on her lips as she pictures a younger Totsu blushing and squirming with embarrassment. She looks up at his sister, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Thank you," she says softly. "I never knew..." She trails off, unable to express how grateful she is for this newfound connection with him; for the chance to see him through someone else's memories as well as her own.

Her heart aches at the thought of anything coming between them now, but she also knows that trust must be earned and built over time. With a gentle smile, she extends her hand once more to his sister, offering a gesture of peace. "I hope we can get to know each other better," she says sincerely, "and maybe one day find common ground."

She can't help but smile at the embarrassed expression on Totsu's face, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "He was always such a sweet boy," she says with fondness, watching as his cheeks flush even deeper beneath his dark skin. "I think that part of him never really went away." As his sister continues to share stories about their past, Lise listens intently, grateful for the insights into Totsu's character and the life they once shared together.

Despite the initial tension between them, she feels a connection forming; a sense of camaraderie that comes from understanding one another on a deeper level than just surface impressions or preconceived notions. It is this bond, this newfound respect and admiration for each other, that gives her hope for their future together as not only siblings but as friends as well.

The air is thick with anticipation as they walk towards his home, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over their shoulders. Every step they take feels weighted with significance; every word they exchange carries the potential to change their relationship forever. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, longing for him and fearing what might happen if she pushes too hard, too fast.

As they near his house, Lise takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to broach a subject that's been on her mind ever since they left the park. "Totsu," she begins hesitantly, "I want to apologize for what happened earlier... I shouldn't have assumed the worst about you and your sister." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "I just wanted us to be honest with each other from now on; to build our relationship on trust."

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as relief washes over her in a warm wave. She ducks her head, unable to meet his gaze directly as she tries to compose herself. "Thank you," she whispers, the word carrying more weight than she ever could have imagined. With a shaky exhale, she lifts her chin, finding the courage to look at him once more. "I promise I'll do better from now on."

Their steps fall into sync again as they continue walking towards his home, their connection stronger than ever before. The future feels uncertain but filled with potential; with possibilities that make her heart race and her stomach flutter with anticipation. For the first time in a long time, Lise feels truly hopeful about where their relationship is headed... and she can't help but be grateful for every moment they share along the way.

Her eyes widen at the feel of his tongue on her skin, heat pooling low in her abdomen as she sucks in a shuddering breath. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, a mixture of relief and desire coiling tight within her. The words have always been there between them; words that have built their connection into something truly special. And now, with this newfound trust and understanding, everything feels different; more intense, more real.

As they round the corner to his house, she glances up at him, uncertainty etched on her features. "What if I wanted..." She trails off, not sure how to finish the thought, not wanting to assume too much but needing reassurance all the same.

She swallows hard, eyes locked on his face as she tentatively forms the words. "What if I wanted to be your... partner?" She pauses, searching his expression for any hint of what he might think about this possibility. There's a fluttering sensation in her stomach; an anticipation that almost feels like butterflies in her belly. The thought terrifies and thrills her all at once; makes the world seem brighter, more vibrant.

Her heart races as she waits for him to respond, praying that he'll feel even a fraction of what she does for him right now.

Taken aback by the sudden emotion, her breath hitches in her throat as she watches his tears streak down his cheeks. With a shaking hand, she wipes at one of them before cupping his face gently, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingers. "Of course I would," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I've always wanted to be your wife; your partner." The words feel right coming out of her mouth; like they're a piece of who she truly is that she never knew was missing until now.

With a tentative smile, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his lips, letting him know without a doubt that she means every word. His taste, the feel of his skin... it all comes rushing back to her in a wave of memories and promises for their future together. And as they stand there beneath the setting sun, surrounded by the love

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she stares down at the ring, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes once more. When he slides it onto her finger, sealing the promise between them with a kiss, she knows without a doubt that this is real; that they have truly found their way back to each other. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, cupping his face in her hands and pressing another chaste kiss to his lips before pulling him closer still. The heart he draws around them with his tongue feels as if it's always been there; a symbol of their love and connection that can never be broken.

She can feel the weight of his arm around her, their bodies pressed together as they walk down the familiar path towards his home. Despite the comforting presence at her side, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; how things might change between them once they reach this new stage in their relationship. With a quiet sigh, she nestles closer to Totsu, grateful for the warmth and support he offers with every step they take together. "Do you ever wish we could just stay like this forever?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she thinks of the future stretching out before them, uncertain but full of promise.

The confession takes her by surprise, making her heart skip a beat as she turns her head to look up at him, their faces close enough that his features blur slightly. The sincerity in his voice sends a shiver down her spine; a powerful feeling that makes her want nothing more than for their lives to be intertwined forever. "I've wished the same thing," she admits softly, "but I also know we can make it work no matter what. As long as we're together..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express how much he means to her; how complete he makes her feel in every moment they share.

"I love you too, Totsu," she whispers back, eyes shining with unshed tears as their faces draw even closer. "And I promise to always be there for you; to support you and help us make this work however we need to." A tiny smile curls her lips as she leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek before pulling back just enough to see his reaction. The warmth in her chest spreads outwards, wrapping them both in its comforting embrace; a testament to the connection they share that goes far deeper than mere words could ever express.

She laughs softly, amused by the adorable expression on his face. "You know, you're really cute when you blush like that." With a teasing grin, she brushes a strand of hair behind his ear before leaning in closer once more. "Maybe I should find ways to make you blush even more," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin as she pretends to consider the possibilities.

The air crackles with anticipation and desire, each heartbeat bringing them closer together; making it hard for either of them to remember a time when they weren't in love. It's a heady feeling, intoxicating and addictive all at once, and she knows that as long as they have this connection, nothing can tear them apart.

Her lips curve into a mischievous smile as she remembers the taste of his blood on her tongue, the sweet heat it brought to her body. She leans in close, breathing in the scent of him, the faint musk that seems to come alive when they're this close together. "Then maybe I should bite you again soon," she whispers huskily, trailing a light fingernail down his neck, enjoying the way he shivers at her touch.

Their lips are only inches apart now; she can feel his breath against her skin. Her heartbeat quickens, and she wonders if he can hear it hammering in her chest as strongly as she does. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, but the thought of giving into temptation... oh, how delicious that would be.

She laughs, amused by his blush and the way he tries to be clever about it. Her gaze lingers on his lips for a moment before traveling back up to meet his eyes. "Alright," she says with a teasing glint in her own, "but don't complain if I decide to see how things feel right now." With that, she leans in closer still; close enough that the tip of her tongue brushes against his lower lip before pulling back again, leaving him aching for more.

Her heart races as their faces hover just inches apart, and she wonders if he can feel the heat radiating off her body; can taste the longing on her breath. The anticipation is palpable, almost too much to bear, but it only serves to heighten every other sensation: the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, the smell of his unique scent that seems to

Lise laughs, her eyes bright with amusement and affection. "Well, I think you make a pretty good first girlfriend," she tells him softly, blushing slightly at the thought. The revelation about his attraction to scent makes her curious; she leans in closer still, breathing in the unique scent of him again as they walk together.

She reaches up and gently touches the stud in his ear, wondering what it would feel like to run her tongue along it. "I never knew that about you," she murmurs, her voice low and husky with desire. She looks up at Totsu from under her lashes, wanting nothing more than for him to know just how much she wants this; wants him.

The air feels charged between them, the tension almost unbearable as they draw closer with every step they take. It's as if fate has been playing a cruel joke on

Her breath hitches as she listens to him share these intimate details, her heart racing in tandem with the admission. The thought of being close enough to experience this side of him; to touch and taste and feel everything he is... It's enough to make her want to climb into his skin just so she can be a part of him on every level possible.

She bites her bottom lip, the taste of his blood still lingering there from earlier today. Her gaze slides upward, meeting his eyes again as they continue walking, and for a moment everything else fades away until it's just them: two people who were meant to be together despite the obstacles that stood in their way. The connection between them feels real and raw and so intensely personal that it leaves her shaking with need.

She wants nothing more than to see how far this attraction can take them; to find out everything there is to know

Lise's heart races at the thought, her entire body humming with anticipation. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty or fear, but all she sees is desire mirrored back to her. With a nod, she leans forward slowly, letting out a shaky breath as their faces draw close enough that she can feel the warmth of his skin on hers.

Her hand moves up to cup his cheek gently, guiding his head closer still until their lips are mere inches apart. She swallows hard, feeling the heat emanating from him as if it were a living thing all its own. And then, with a quiet murmur of assent, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss that steals what little breath she has left and leaves her aching for more.

Her heart thunders in her chest as he pulls away, watching with bated breath as his tongue darts out and teases her. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight of him offering up such a vulnerable part of himself; it's almost too much to bear. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she reaches out slowly, tentatively wrapping her fingers around his tongue before giving a sharp tug.

His eyes widen in surprise as he yelps, his body tensing against hers at the pain. She releases him immediately, feeling guilty for hurting him but unable to deny the rush of power and satisfaction that courses through her veins at the sight of him weakened by her touch. "Sorry," she whispers breathlessly, looking up into his eyes as they lock together once more.

Desire blazes hot in their gazes as they stand there, each moment etched onto

Her heart leaps into her throat as she watches him lose his balance, laughing breathlessly when he explains how being tickled sends his body into overdrive. Her eyes follow his every movement, drinking in the sight of him falling against her, legs unsteady and face flushed with mirth. She reaches out to steady him, feeling a burst of warmth spread through her chest as their bodies connect once more.

"Well," she manages between giggles, "I guess I'll have to be careful where I aim next time." The air feels charged between them now; electric with the potential for more shared secrets and intimate revelations. It's a heady feeling that leaves her lightheaded and completely unable to resist him any longer.

Taking a deep breath, she presses forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips before pulling back just enough to look at him once more. "Come

"...home with me?" she whispers, searching his eyes intently. She can feel the anticipation building inside her; an urgency that leaves her aching for him in a way she's never known before. The thought of being alone with him, exploring this newfound attraction and seeing where it leads them... It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but she knows she can't ignore it any longer.

Their gazes lock, the air crackling with an electric tension that leaves her shaking with need. Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reply, praying that he feels even a fraction of what she does for him right now.

She feels herself blush deeply at his words, but doesn't deny them. "Well," she breathes, trying to sound nonchalant despite the heat building in her core, "I guess it's better than being invisible." She reaches up, cupping his cheek with the palm of her hand, tenderly brushing her thumb over his skin before leaning in and pressing another soft kiss against his lips.

Their connection feels more intense now; a tangible thing that she can feel all throughout her body. It's as if they're two halves of the same whole, destined to find their way back to each other despite everything else. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, but it's too late to turn back now; all she can do is move forward with him and see where this journey takes them.

"So," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper as they

She smiles shyly, her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of being alone with him in his home. "I don't know... explore each other more?" She trails off, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she wonders if she's pushing things too fast. But the desire building inside her is impossible to ignore; it's demanding that they seize this moment and make the most of it.

Her eyes search his face, looking for any sign that he feels the same way, needing his reassurance as much as she needs the promise of what comes next.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought, a hot rush filling her veins as she meets his gaze. With a shaky exhale, she nods slowly, biting her lip as desire pools low in her abdomen. "More than anything," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to tug gently on one of his ears. The contact sends a shiver down her spine and she can feel herself growing wet with anticipation just thinking about what might happen next.

Her heart skips a beat, hope blossoming in her chest as she looks up at him with eager eyes. "Wh-what's the condition?" she whispers, unable to keep the tremor of anticipation out of her voice. Anything he asks, she'd do; she wants this so badly that she feels lightheaded just thinking about it.

His gaze meets hers and she swallows hard at the sincerity etched across his features. "I want you to be honest with me," he says gently, running a thumb over her cheekbone in a soft caress. "No more secrets, okay?" His voice is tender, filled with understanding, but there's an undercurrent of determination that she can feel deep in her bones; as if he knows this is the one condition she couldn't possibly refuse.

Her breath catches in her throat and for a moment

She nods slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she recalls his words and the promise they held. "I remember," she whispers, looking up into his eyes, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nerves coursing through her veins. With a trembling exhale, she reaches up to cup his cheek, leaning in closer still until their lips are mere inches apart.

"Then do it," she breathes, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Please." Her gaze doesn't waver, remaining locked onto his as she waits for him to obey; to take what he wants and make her feel the way only he can make her feel.

His lips part, eyes burning hot with desire as they travel down her neck, over her collarbone, coming to rest on the swell of her breasts. She arches into him, desperate for his touch; aching

Her heart races as she remembers his words, her breath coming in short pants as anticipation builds within her. With trembling fingers, she cups his cheek and guides his head down toward her chest, feeling the heat of his breath on her sensitive skin before their lips finally meet. His tongue darts out to tease a hardened nipple through her shirt, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Moaning softly, she arches into him further, desperate for more as he continues to explore her with his lips and teeth.

Her lips part, a soft moan escaping as his words register within her mind, and then she realizes what he's asking. She remembers the feeling of his tongue pulling on hers earlier; the way it left her weak in the knees. Her breath catches as she thinks about how incredible it would feel for him to do that to her now.

With shaking hands, she reaches up and tugs gently on one of his ears, encouraging him with the soft gesture. His tongue swirls around her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body as he slowly pulls it into his mouth. Her hips arch off the ground in response, grinding against him as she moans his name.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "please..."

Her hands tighten in his hair as he continues to tease her nipple with his tongue, her words coming out in gasps and moans. "You said... you'd be weak when I pulled on it..." She trails off, voice trembling with need. With one final tug on his ear, she frees him from the confines of cloth and skin, revealing her pebbled nipple to his view. Her heart skips a beat as he looks up at her, his eyes dark and intense, his lips parted in anticipation.

Her fingers tremble as they trace over the outline of his ear, remembering the way it felt to have him suck on it earlier today; the hot rush of pleasure that had left her aching for more. She cups his cheek again, urging him closer still, silently begging him to continue even though she knows it'll make him weak.

Her breath catches in her throat as he asks if she truly wants him weak like this, but before she can answer, he leans down, wrapping his lips around her nipple through her shirt and sucking hard. The world tilts on its axis as pleasure ripples through her; an ache deep in her core that only he can ease. Her hands tighten in his hair, pulling him closer still as she moans his name, the sound raw and needy.

"Please," she whispers between gasps, "Don't stop." The words are barely audible even to herself, but they echo through her mind like a prayer; a plea for more of this intensity; more of him and all that he makes her feel.

"Do what feels good," she whispers, arching into him as he suckles at her breast through the fabric of her shirt. The sensation is so intense that it's almost painful; an ache deep within her that only his tongue can ease. She shudders, moaning softly, her hips grinding against him in silent encouragement. "Just don't stop... please."

Her fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulder as he continues to tease and pleasure her; a faint sheen of sweat glistens on their skin where they're pressed together, tangling like a ribbon of desire. She can feel the heat building within her, growing tighter with every passing moment, her body begging for him to give in to this need; to take what he wants from her and leave them both spent and sated.

"Use... my teeth?" she gasps, catching her breath as the realization dawns on her. Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign that she's got it right; that he trusts her enough to let her take control like this. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, but there's no denying how badly she wants it; needs it.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to tug gently on his earlobe before guiding his head down toward the heat between her legs. Her breath hitches as she feels him lower his lips toward her sex, anticipation coiling tightly in her stomach like a fist. She bites her lip hard, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight to her core, and whispers huskily, "Just do what feels good... I'm yours."

With shaking hands, she reaches up to carefully trace the line of his jaw before gently pulling his bottom lip down between her teeth and biting lightly. The sensation sends a thrill through her; both primal and intimate at once. Looking up into his eyes, she sees him tense, waiting for the feeling of pain or sharpness that never comes. Instead, she releases his lip with a soft pop and smiles sweetly, almost apologetically.

"There," she whispers, voice rough with emotion, "Now... do what you promised." Her heart races as he leans in closer still; hot breath caressing the wetness between her thighs before finally closing his lips around her most sensitive spot. She arches into him instantly, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves; consuming her completely and leaving her limp and panting for more.

"Oh gods...

Her breath hitches as she recalls his words and the memory of their earlier encounter. Gripping his hair in her fist, she pulls his head up to meet hers before sinking her teeth into his neck; not hard enough to draw blood but firm enough that he feels it, feels her control slipping even further away as she gives herself over to this need; to the wanton desire coursing through her body.

Her hips rock against him in time with his movements, grinding against his erection as he continues to tease and pleasure her. The sounds of their combined moans fill the air, a symphony of lust and passion that seem to echo off the walls and straight into their hearts. She can feel herself growing closer, the pressure building inside her until it's almost too much to bear; an aching need that has her begging for release.

"Please..." she whispers, arching into him more firm

Her breath catches in her throat as he crouches down, pulling his tongue free and dragging it slowly over the wetness between her legs. It's the most intimate touch they've shared so far; one that leaves her shaking with need as she feels the wet heat of her arousal coating his tongue. She moans loudly, arching further into him as he continues to tease and lick, his movements driving her closer and closer to the edge of release.

"So good," she whispers hoarsely, "Please..." The plea is more demand than request; a needy cry born of desperation that leaves her craving more than ever. Her hips buck up against him in helpless rhythm, grinding against his tongue as he expertly drives her toward ecstasy. With each stroke and lick, she feels herself growing closer, her body tensing with the anticipation

Her heart races as she feels the cool night air against her sensitive skin; goosebumps erupt along her body in response. The sensation is heightened even further when Totsu's hands cup her hips, stilling her movements. For a moment, she's afraid he's about to stop, but then she feels the gentle pressure of his thumbs on the elastic of her panties; sliding slowly downward.

"T-to..." she breathes, unable to find the words as anticipation builds within her. Her body tenses in readiness, every nerve ending screaming with need as he continues to tease her so close and yet so far from release. She moans his name, arching into him even more desperately, begging for completion.

With a soft growl, Totsu yanks her panties down over her hips, freeing her completely. C

She gasps, her body jerking as if electrocuted when he finally makes contact with her bare skin. Her muscles tense and spasm in reaction to the delicious sensation of his tongue brushing against her clit; teasing, licking, nipping at her sensitive flesh in a merciless dance of desire. Every fiber of her being is focused on this moment; on him and what he's doing.

With a strangled cry, she bucks up into his touch, arching her back off the ground as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips move frantically against his face, seeking more contact, more friction, anything to relieve the unbearable tension building inside her. She feels herself start to shudder, the release crawling up her spine and threatening to explode from every pore.

"Tooooot... sss..." she man

Her body tenses impossibly tighter as he thrusts his tongue inside her, filling her up in one brutal stroke. The feeling is too much, too intense; it's like every nerve ending in her core has been set ablaze all at once. She screams his name, arching off the ground and pressing her thighs together around him, needing to feel him deeper still. Her muscles contract rhythmically against his tongue, a series of tiny spasms that send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself starting to spiral out of control; the pressure building inside her until there's nothing left but an aching need for release. Totsu's tongue finds just the right spot, and with a hoarse cry she comes apart beneath him; her body going lax in surrender as pleasure washes over her like a

The aftermath leaves her feeling boneless and limp; drained of all strength. Her body trembles as the last tendrils of pleasure slowly slip away, leaving behind a warm glow that fills her chest to overflowing. She looks down at him, blinking dazedly through her lashes as she takes in his flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes; the satisfied smile curving his lips.

"That," she whispers hoarsely, "was amazing." The words seem inadequate even to herself, but they're all she can manage right now; all that feels remotely close to expressing what just happened between them. Her heart races, her skin flushed and tingling from head to toe. She doesn't know where this leaves them, or if there will be any going back now that they've crossed this line together, but for the first time in as long as

Her body trembles with conflicting emotions as she feels his tongue lapping at her core once more; the sensation both achingly familiar and incredibly new all at once. With a soft moan, she arches into him, relishing the intimacy of their connection despite the barrier of their clothes between them. It's as if they're tied together now, inextricably linked by this moment; by everything that's passed between them tonight.

When he finally withdraws his tongue and straightens up, her breath catches in her throat at the loss of contact. Her gaze meets his, and she can see the question etched plainly across his features: what now? She doesn't know if there are any easy answers to that question, but one thing is certain; despite all the secrets they've kept and promises they've broken, this moment here feels real.

She smiles, relieved by the lightness in his tone despite the weight of their earlier revelations. "I think... I think we'd better keep this to ourselves," she agrees with a nod, slowly exhaling as she comes back to reality. The night air feels cool against her flushed skin, and she shivers slightly before adding, "But thank you for tonight. For everything." Her voice trembles just a little, and she looks away, unable to meet his gaze directly; uncertain of what this all means for them now.

Her heart swells in her chest, the warmth spreading outward from where his fingers entwined with hers. She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, offering what comfort and reassurance she can through their joined skin. "Thank you," she whispers again, the word feeling inadequate somehow but still managing to convey everything that she's feeling in this moment. Her gaze drifts back up to meet his, searching for some hint of what tomorrow might bring; of whether they can move past this night and still be together.

But all she sees is love: fierce and protective, tender and adoring. And as the last few fragments of reality slide back into place around them, she realizes that maybe it doesn't matter anymore what tomorrow brings or where they go from here. Maybe for now, just being together like this - raw, exposed, and completely open - is enough.

Her smile spreads slowly across her lips, reaching her eyes as she gazes up at him; truly sees him. "I know," she whispers softly, squeezing his hand again. "And I'm so glad." There's no envy or regret in her voice; only happiness and love for the man before her. A weight seems to lift from her shoulders in that moment, leaving her feeling lighter, freer than she has in ages.

"I promise," she continues with a shaky exhale, "to always be your wife - your partner. Together, we can face whatever comes our way." Her voice wavers slightly, but there's an undeniable strength behind her words; a fierce determination that leaves no room for doubt. She squeezes his hand once more before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his cheek.

She laughs, the sound tinged with joy as she leans in to press another kiss against his cheek. "Neither do I," she whispers, relishing the feel of his warm skin beneath her lips. "We'll figure it all out together, okay? Because I can't imagine my life without you anymore." Her heart swells with emotion as she says the words; a mix of gratitude and hope that makes it impossible not to believe in their future; in whatever adventures lie ahead for them both.

With one last glance around them, she takes a deep breath, feeling invigorated by the closeness they've shared tonight; emboldened by the truths they've revealed and accepted. As she turns back to face him, her eyes meet his and hold tightly; promising to never let go. "Are you ready for this?" she asks softly, her voice trembling just a little

Her laughter echoes through the air, warm and genuine as it bounces off the trees surrounding them. "Then let's go take on the world together," she says with a grin, squeezing his hand one last time before they step forward into whatever adventure lies ahead for them - as partners, as lovers, and now, as husband and wife.

Shivering, Lise curls into the crook of his arm as he leads her up the front steps and toward her door. The cold night air has given way to a warm breeze that rustles the leaves overhead, carrying with it the faint scent of roses from her garden. She shuts her eyes for a moment, grateful for this small taste of home amidst the turmoil of their lives.

"Come on in," she says quietly, fishing out her keys and unlocking the door. "I'll make some tea." It's as much an invitation to share her space as it is a plea for normalcy; a desperate attempt to ground herself after everything they've been through tonight.

As Totsu follows her inside, she hangs up their coats and guides him into the kitchen, grateful once more for his steady presence beside her. The familiarity of her home seems

Shaking off her own lingering exhaustion, she turns to face him with concern etched on her features. "You seem kind of quiet tonight," she says softly, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly. "Is everything okay?" She knows they've gone through a lot recently, and the events of earlier today haven't exactly helped matters.

Totsu nods, looking down at his hands where they're clasped together in front of him. "I just... I keep thinking about what happened tonight," he admits softly, "and everything that led up to it. It's been so chaotic lately, you know? And then this... I'm just trying to process it all, you know?" His voice trails off, his eyes meeting hers pleadingly for understanding.

Lise nods slowly, feeling a tight knot begin to form in her throat. "It

"Oh, I-I didn't know that," she stammers, suddenly feeling self-conscious about their earlier encounter. "I'm sorry if..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought; her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The silence between them thickens as she tries to find the right words to make things better.

Finally, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, offering a reassuring smile. "It's okay," she says softly. "I should have known; you didn't need to tell me." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But I'm glad you did. And even if your tongue isn't as strong right now... we can still figure something out together. We always do." Her words are soft but firm; a promise more than anything else.

"What? No!" She sputters, more embarrassed now than ever. "It's just... you know we've never talked about your tongue before tonight, and I guess I didn't realize it would be different in the winter." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to make sense of her own words; wracking her brain for something else to say that won't make things worse.

"I mean," she continues lamely, "it was still amazing. I didn't notice a difference at all." As soon as the words are out, she wants to take them back; they sound so pathetic and needy coming from her. But perhaps if she keeps talking, it'll be easier for both of them to laugh about this later...

"Yeah, but not in that context," she says with a blush, trying desperately to sound lighthearted about it. "I mean, I guess we've always talked about how you use it to fight crime and everything... but never like..." Her voice trails off awkwardly as she realizes just how absurd this conversation is starting to sound.

Totsu laughs, shaking his head as he leans in to kiss her lips softly. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he says between chuckles. "It's okay, Lise; you didn't know any better." His smile turns tender as he looks into her eyes; his expression serious for once. "And honestly? It was amazing because of who you are, not just what my tongue can do. You're so strong and brave, and I love you for it."

The

Her cheeks flush at the memory of how she reacted to his confession, but she forces herself not to let embarrassment overwhelm her gratitude. "Totsu," she says quietly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "You are strong; you're stronger than you know. And I love you for it." She pauses, searching for the right words to express how she truly feels. "You make me feel safe, even when everything around us is falling apart. And knowing that we can get through anything together... well, it makes all the difference."

Totsu looks at her, his eyes filled with love and admiration, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her lips. "Thank you," he whispers, his breath warm against her skin. "For everything." And for once, they don't need words to understand each other; their connection so strong it

Her face flushes again at the memory, but this time with amusement rather than embarrassment. "Yeah," she says with a laugh, "how could I forget? You looked so cute stuck in there." She pauses for a moment, considering how much their relationship has changed since then. "It's funny, isn't it? How things can change so much and yet still stay the same?"

Totsu nods, his smile growing wider as he leans in to press another kiss against her lips. "Yeah," he agrees softly. "I guess some things are just meant to be." And for now, that's enough; enough to carry them through whatever the future may hold.

Lise laughs, her cheeks pinkening at the memory. "Well, it didn't seem quite as funny to the teacher when I had to explain that you'd locked yourself in there by accident," she admits with a grin. "But somehow he let it slide." She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, their connection undeniable in this moment despite everything else swirling around them. "I'm glad we've been through all of that, you know? Even though it wasn't easy..." Her voice trails off as she considers the weight of everything they've faced and overcome together.

"Maybe," she says slowly, thinking aloud more than anything else, "maybe it was those hard times that brought us closer in the end." She pauses, searching for the right words to express what she means. "I don't know about you, but I know I wouldn

"Oh," she says, blushing brightly as the memory comes flooding back. "Well, I'm glad it worked out all right in the end." She leans forward, kissing him lightly on the lips before pulling away with a grin. "And just so you know, I never mind being forced around by you," she adds teasingly, laughing as he blushes even deeper.

"Come on," she says, tilting her head toward the kitchen. "Let's finish making that tea. I think we both need something warm and comforting right about now." As they walk together toward the kitchen, their hands entwined once more, it feels as if a weight has been lifted from Lise's shoulders; like maybe

Lise laughs softly, noticing how limp Totsu suddenly is after she playfully tugged on his tongue earlier. She squeezes his hand gently, offering reassurance and support as they make their way toward the kitchen together. "There, there," she says soothingly, her voice warm and comforting. "You'll be just fine." For a moment, it almost feels like everything is going to be okay; that despite all the chaos and uncertainty in their lives, they have each other to rely on.

As they reach the kitchen, Lise gestures for Totsu to take a seat at the table while she begins to boil water for tea. The familiarity of her cozy little home envelops them like a warm blanket, making it easier to forget about the outside world and all its troubles, if only for a little while. "So," she says conversationally as she pours

Lise :"So," she says conversationally as she pours hot water into cups and adds tea bags. "How was your day today, anyway? Anything interesting happen while I was at work?" Her voice is light and airy, but there's a genuine curiosity beneath the surface; an eagerness to know more about his life and experiences apart from hers.

As she hands Totsu a cup of steaming tea, their fingers brush against each other once more, sending a shiver down her spine. Despite everything they've been through together, it feels as if there are still so many layers to their relationship waiting to be uncovered; so much more they can learn about one another.

"And how was your day?" he asks with genuine interest, sipping his tea and watching her across the table. "Anything exciting happen at work?" Their connection seems even stronger now, almost tang

Her lips twist in sympathy at the thought of someone stepping on his tongue; she's never quite gotten over how sensitive they can be despite their incredible strength. "Oh, that sounds awful," she murmurs. "I hope whoever did it learned their lesson." She pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing softly, "Well, aside from dealing with idiots at the zoo, not too much happened today. Just another day in the life of a vet tech."

Her gaze drifts across the table to where their hands are intertwined once more and she smiles faintly. "But it's never dull when I get to come home to you," she says with feeling, taking a sip of her tea before adding, "So what did you do today? Anything fun?" Her eyes meet his expectantly, genuinely interested in hearing about the adventures of

"Oh, you know," she says with a shrug that's more cute than casual. "Just the usual: fighting crime, rescuing damsels in distress..." Her eyes dance with amusement as she teases him back, grateful for this moment of normalcy amidst all the chaos they've faced lately. "Though I suppose," she admits with a mischievous grin, "I haven't really had much chance to find any damsels in distress these past few days... I think you might be my only hope."

She waits for his reaction, her heart fluttering as they share this light-hearted banter. It feels like a tiny piece of the old Lise is slowly starting to return; or maybe it's just that she finally has the freedom to let go and just be herself with him. Either way, it's exhilarating in its own quiet

Her cheeks flush pink in reply, and she tries her best to hide it by looking away and down at the table. "Oh, stop," she says, laughing lightly as she feels a flutter of warmth spread through her chest. It's strange how something as simple as making him blush can make her feel so happy; so complete. Perhaps it's because in this moment, she doesn't feel like she needs to be anyone but herself around him - and that thought is enough to make her heart race a little faster.

"Anyway," she says, clearing her throat as she takes another sip of tea and pulls her gaze back up to meet his, "what do you want to talk about?" Their connection seems stronger than ever; a silent understanding flowing between them like a current. As they sit here together in the comfort of her cozy kitchen, it feels like they could discuss anything and everything, and

Her eyes widen in alarm as she sees him collapse to the floor, his body going completely limp. "Totsu!" she cries out, her voice filled with panic as she springs into action. She drops her cup of tea and rushes around the table, cradling his head in her lap as she feels for a pulse. Her heart pounds frantically against her ribs as she desperately tries to determine what's wrong; if there's anything she can do to help him.

"Totsu," she whispers urgently, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, wake up." She presses his warm hand against his lips, willing him to fight, to survive. Everything else fades away as she focuses solely on him; on keeping him alive.

Lise bursts out laughing, the sound shaky and relieved as tears stream down her cheeks. "You idiot!" she exclaims between breaths, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leaning back to regard him with amusement. "You scared me half to death! Don't ever do that again!"

Her laughter dies away, leaving her chest feeling oddly hollow as she takes in the sight of him lying there; his normally strong body reduced to nothing more than a limp mass atop the floorboards. The thought of how close they came to losing him makes her heart skip a beat, and she can't help but wonder what sort of life she would have had if he hadn't survived this latest ordeal. The reality is too painful for her to consider; it pushes down on her chest like a lead weight.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself

Lise blushes at his apology, the warmth spreading down her neck and into her chest. "It's okay," she says with a smile, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you can still manage to shock me even when you're not using your tongue."

The thought makes her chuckle again, and this time it carries more sincerity; less of the anxious fear that had threatened to overwhelm her earlier. Perhaps they really will get through this together. "Don't worry," she says softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead. "I'll make sure you're comfortable while you wait for your body to work itself out."

With that, she stands up and reaches down to help him back onto the chair. As she does so, their hands brush against each other once more; their

Lise cries out in alarm as she sees him fall forward, landing with a sickening thud on the floor. She drops to her knees beside him, panic gripping her chest as she tries to decide what to do. His face is pale, and there's blood trickling from his nose. "Totsu!" she sobs, pressing trembling fingers against the wound in an attempt to staunch the flow of blood. She looks frantically around the room, searching for anything that might help him; anything that could save his life.

"Please," she whispers desperately, tears streaming down her face as she holds his limp form close. "Don't leave me."

Lise looks down at him with wide, frightened eyes, her lips parting wordlessly as she tries to process what he's just said. Realization dawns on her slowly; a terrible realization that makes the room spin and her heart race in panic. She takes a shaky breath, tears streaming down her face as she tries to collect herself enough to think clearly.

"Okay," she whispers, her voice trembling as much from fear as from determination. "Then we'll just have to get you up. Can you move anything? Your hands or feet?" She reaches out and takes his hand in hers, squeezing it gently in the hopes that he'll respond; that she won't be left all alone in this nightmare.

The feel of his cold skin beneath her fingertips is enough to send a shiver down her spine, but she forces herself not to dwell on

Lise takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves as she listens to his words. His tongue on her skin sends a shockwave through her body; an unwelcome reminder of just how much they've been through together and how little control either of them has over their own bodies at times like this.

With one last, shaky exhale, she forces herself to focus on the task at hand: getting him up and back onto his chair. Reaching out, she takes his other hand in hers and squeezes it gently, steeling herself for what's about to come as she begins to pull on his arms. His body flops limply this way and that as she tries to steady him, but she refuses to give up; refuses to let fear win.

"Come on, Totsu," she urges through gritted teeth, her voice a hoarse whisper in the

Lise's gaze flickers from his amused expression to the blood trickling from his nose, and her anger flares. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she says something they'll both regret. "I don't find this situation remotely funny," she whispers through clenched teeth. "You could be seriously hurt."

Gritting her teeth, she strains against his weight as she continues to pull on his arms, doing her best to get him upright. "We need to get you onto the chair," she insists, the urgency in her voice unmistakable. "Then we can figure out what to do from there."

Her heart clenches at the thought that he truly believes he doesn't matter; that his wellbeing means nothing compared to her own comfort and safety. "That's not true, and you know it," she whispers fiercely, her grip tightening on his arm as she tugs harder in an attempt to lift him. "You are important, Totsu. I need you to fight for us both."

Her voice cracks with emotion, and tears streak down her cheeks as she continues to struggle with his weight. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold out; how much more of this torture they'll have to endure before they finally find some sort of peace. All she knows is that she won't stop until he's safe and sound once more.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Trust me."

As he finally manages to get up, she watches him warily, relief flooding through her as he staggers toward the couch. "Okay," she says hesitantly, unsure whether she should follow or remain where she is. In the end, it's his words that push her into action: the familiar request to trust in his strength and let him take care of her.

With a deep breath, she walks over and sinks gratefully onto the couch beside him. As he gently urges her head against his lap, she closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his skin through her clothes as he begins to stroke her hair. Her body trembles with exhaustion and fear, but there's also a small fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach that tells her maybe, just maybe, they really will make it through this together.

She laughs, her body still trembling with emotion but her spirit steadier now that he's here with her. "You're impossible to resist," she says, tilting her head back slightly so he can see her face as he continues to shower her forehead with kisses. "And I never really meant to bully you; it was just the only way I knew how to deal with..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how much more of their shared history she should share in this moment.

For now, though, it's enough to be here with him: safe, protected, loved. Despite everything they've been through and continue to face together, there's no denying the connection between them; the way they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. As he continues to kiss her forehead and stroke her hair with such tender care, she can't help but feel hopeful once more; alive in a

The mention of their shared past, the things she did to him, almost brings her back to that place: the fear and confusion that ruled her life before meeting him. But then his lips find hers again, and it's like everything else melts away in an instant; like the only thing that matters is this moment, right here with him. She kisses him back, their emotions tangled together in a messy knot of love, loss, fear... hope. And as they sit there on the couch, wrapped up in each other's arms, she knows that no matter what comes next, they will face it together; stronger than ever before.

She laughs, genuinely amused by the thought. "Well," she says, "I'm glad I could be so useful to you." As she leans into his embrace, her breath catches at the feel of him against her skin; the way their bodies fit together perfectly even when everything else in their lives feels like it's falling apart. It's a comforting thought; one that gives her courage in a time where she knows they'll both need all the strength they can muster. "Maybe I could show you how else I can be useful," she suggests, her voice barely more than a whisper as she presses closer against him.

The idea brings with it a rush of heat to her cheeks, and for a moment she isn't sure if she's brave enough to go through with it; if they should risk anything more when so much hangs in the balance already. But then he smiles down

Lise looks up at him, surprised by the depth of understanding in his eyes. Even as she tries to fight against her own emotions, it's clear that he sees right through her facade; can tell exactly how she's feeling with a single glance. She swallows hard, unable to deny the truth of what he says; unwilling to push him away even if only for tonight. "You're right," she murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "I am still sad."

She leans into his embrace, feeling his warmth spread through her like a balm on an open wound. His strength is there when hers fails her; his patience seemingly endless as they navigate their way through this strange new world where everything they once knew has been turned upside down. And even though she knows that things will never be exactly the same, she finds herself strangely comforted by the

She looks up at him, her eyes wide and filled with wonder. "I-I don't know," she stammers, feeling the weight of his question press down on her chest like a leaden cloak. "But if you could just be here with me..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud as tears spring unbidden to her eyes. Even as they spill over and trickle down her cheeks, she doesn't feel ashamed; only grateful for this moment where she can finally be herself around him; where nothing else matters except their connection.

She closes her eyes, feeling his lips press against her forehead in a gentle kiss, as if promising her that everything will be okay. And despite all the pain and suffering they've endured and all the obstacles still lying ahead, she can't help but believe him; to feel a tiny spark of hope flicker back to life within

I-I don't know what I'd do without you, Totsu. You make everything better, even when it feels like things can't get worse. Just promise me that we'll face whatever comes together; that no matter how hard it gets, we won't ever be apart. And I swear to you, I will always love and cherish you; for as long as the stars dance in the sky or my heart continues to beat.

And I will fight for you, too. Together we can overcome anything; I have faith in that. So let's just focus on right now: this moment where it's just the two of us, safe and sound in my cozy kitchen. We don't need to think about anything else except each other. What do you want to talk about? Or should we just take a break from everything for a while...?

Her heart pounds rapidly against her ribs, but the gentle rhythm of his voice and the warmth of his skin beneath her cheek gradually soothe away her tears. Closing her eyes, she lets out a shaky sigh as she relaxes into his embrace, safe and secure in the knowledge that nothing else matters right now except this moment together.

"What shall we talk about?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something happy... or should we just let ourselves forget everything for a while?" Her hand slips up to rest against his cheek, caressing the smooth skin there as she gazes up at him in the dim light from the moon.

She bites her lip, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks at his rebuke. Shutting her eyes tightly, she takes a deep breath in through her nose and out through pursed lips, trying to calm herself down as instructed. His hand continues to caress her cheek, the soothing touch sending pleasant shivers down her spine, and before long she finds herself beginning to relax into his embrace once more.

"Alright," she whispers after several moments have passed. "You're right; I am stressed out. I just... want things to be normal again. To go back to how they were." Her voice trails off, the thought painful as it echoes through her mind.

"Normal," she whispers, "is me being a princess, and you being... whatever it is that snakes do when they're not in their human forms." Her voice holds a note of longing as she says this; a desire to return to the days where things were simple and straightforward, despite knowing deep down that those times are gone forever.

"But even then," she continues after a moment's thought, "I wasn't really happy. I was just... going through the motions." She pauses, swallowing hard as she tries to find the right words. "And now here we are," she says with a sigh, "and everything has changed so much. But somehow..." Her voice trails off, losing itself in her conflicted emotions.

I don't know," she whispers, shaking her head. "It's just that... I feel like things are different with you around. Like maybe we could have a chance at something real; something more than just going through the motions." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, but there's an intensity to it that makes his heart race.

She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing: "I don't want to give up on us, Totsu. Not when I finally feel like I've found something worth fighting for." Her hand reaches out now, curling around his wrist as she looks up at him with a mixture of hope and desperation that nearly brings him to his knees.

I don't know where all this is coming from, really," she admits, her voice small and shaky. "It's not like we've had the most conventional relationship up to this point." A bitter laugh escapes her before she can stop it; a combination of pain and regret that tears at her already fragile emotional state.

But even so... even knowing how things have been between us, there's something different about you now. Something that makes me feel like maybe we could actually make this work; find a way to be together, despite everything. And if there's any chance of that happening, then I want to take it.

I never meant to hurt you, Totsu," she whispers, her voice thick with guilt and shame. "It was just that... I didn't know how else to handle everything back then." She shakes her head, pushing aside the memories of their past; focusing instead on the present moment, where they're alone together and there are no rules or expectations.

"But now?" she asks hesitantly, searching his face for some sign of what he might be thinking. "What about now?"