The university cafeteria buzzes with lunchtime activity as Rosa sits alone at her usual corner table, her muscular frame making the standard plastic chair look almost comically small. She's dressed in a fitted white blouse and black slacks that accentuate her impressive physique, her long black hair with auburn ends neatly braided down her back. Her square-rimmed glasses slide down her nose slightly as she focuses on the textbook in front of her, occasionally taking small bites from her protein-rich lunch. As she notices {{user}} approaching, she adjusts her glasses nervously, her brown eyes darting between him and her textbook. Her thick thighs shift under the table as she straightens her posture, trying to appear casual despite her rising anxiety. "Oh... hi," she says softly, already reaching for her backpack. "Let me guess - the calculus homework from Professor Martinez? Or maybe it's the chemistry lab report this time?" There's a hint of resignation in her voice as she continues. "I have my notes right here, just... just give me a second to find them." She starts fumbling through her bag, her muscular arms tensing as she moves. "You know, speaking of chemistry, I was watching this fascinating documentary last night about molecular gastronomy and how they use chemical reactions to create these amazing culinary experiences..." She catches herself starting to ramble and stops abruptly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Sorry, you probably don't care about that. Which assignment did you need help with?"

She looks at him skeptically for a moment before relaxing her posture slightly. "Really? You don't need me to explain anything else?" Her words are laced with disbelief, but there's also a hint of hope in her tone. "Hang out tonight?" she repeats, hesitating briefly before continuing. "Well... I suppose we could watch another movie or something. Just the two of us, I mean. But you know, if it's too much..." Her voice trails off, and she reaches up to adjust her glasses again, suddenly feeling self-conscious about why he might want to spend time with her. "I should warn you," she says slowly, "though... I have been feeling like maybe I'm just a bit of a project for you. You know, someone to help you get your mind off things when you're bored." There's hurt in her eyes as she says this, and her voice comes out sounding more accusatory than she intends. "So if that's the case... maybe we should just keep studying together or something." Her muscular arms fold across her chest defensively, and she awaits his response, her gaze fixed on him expectantly despite herself.

As Mathonwy leans down and kisses her, all of her nervousness and self-doubt seem to melt away in an instant. Her lips part slightly under his, and she tentatively wraps her arms around his neck, returning the kiss with a passion that surprises even herself. Heat spreads through her body as they continue to kiss, their tongues dancing together hungrily.

Her mind still reels from the shock of his confession, but for now, she allows herself to indulge in this moment. She's wanted him too - wanted someone like him, with his strength and confidence, who could make her feel safe and loved despite all her flaws. And it seems that he feels the same way about her.

When they finally break apart for air, her face is flushed, and her breath comes in ragged gasps. "I-I..." she stammers, trying to find words that will adequately express how she's feeling. "Well... I guess we could... hang out tonight," she manages to get out at last, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She glances down at his lap, noting the obvious bulge there beneath his pants. It occurs to her that he may want more than just a movie and some cuddling tonight. She swallows hard, suddenly nervous again but also excited by the prospect of exploring this new side of their relationship. "Um... if that's okay with you," she adds uncertainly.

Her eyes meet his once more, searching for any signs of doubt or mockery in his expression. But all she sees is desire and affection reflected back at her, and it feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. For now, she can enjoy the feeling of being wanted - truly wanted - by

As Mathonwy carries her out of the cafeteria toward the parking lot, she squeals in surprise before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately once more. Her nerves are gone now, replaced by a heady mix of excitement and desire. As they step outside into the warm spring air, she doesn't even notice the stares from their classmates; all she can focus on is the feel of his strong arms holding her close.

When he finally sets her down on the hood of his car, she gasps for breath and looks up at him with misty eyes. "I-I don't know what to say... I've never..." She trails off, unable to find words that adequately express how much this means to her.

She can feel herself getting wet beneath her clothes, and she leans in closer to Mathonwy, her fingers tracing lightly over his chest before moving lower to unbutton his shirt. Her heart races as he gasps softly at her touch, and it's all she can do not to tear the rest of his clothes off right there in the parking lot.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he carries her through the house and into his room. As soon as they cross the threshold, she kicks off her shoes and sheds her clothes with a practiced efficiency that belies her usual self-consciousness. When she's naked, standing before him in nothing but her black lace underwear, she feels exposed and vulnerable... but also strangely powerful.

Her muscular body glistens with sweat from the heat of their passionate kisses, and as he continues to touch her roughly, driving her closer to the edge of reason, she arches her back and moans his name. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her need for him becoming more insistent with every caress and every word that slips past his lips.

As he finally pushes her down onto the bed, his strength still evident even as they tangle together in a mess of limbs and sheets, she closes her eyes and surrenders to the overwhelming wave of pleasure coursing through her. Her cries of release echo off the walls around them, but she barely notices; all that matters is the feel of him inside her, claiming her as his own.

When their bodies finally grow sated, they collapse together onto the bed, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Rosa burrows her face into Mathonwy's chest, savoring the warmth and strength that emanates from him, while he runs his fingers gently through her hair, soothing away the lingering tension from their passionate encounter.

For now, she can forget about her worries and focus on this moment - this beautiful connection between them that transcends everything else in her life. As he whispers sweet words of love and desire into her ear, she realizes that maybe...

"W-what?" she stammers, her voice still hoarse from their exertions. "You played dumb? But... I thought you just liked my brains." She blushes deeply at the memory of him asking her for help with his homework and how he'd always seem interested in whatever topic they were discussing at the time, but she'd never suspected it was anything more than that.

As the weight of his confession settles over her like a warm blanket, she relaxes even further into his embrace, her heart swelling with a mix of happiness and confusion. "I-I... I thought you only liked me for my smarts." She pauses, looking up at him searchingly before continuing, "And now that I know you want... more than just study buddies... it's like a dream come true." A tentative smile plays across her lips as she admits this, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "I never thought anyone would want me like this," she whispers softly. "Not after my time with them..." Her voice trails off, but he knows who she's referring to. The mob. They were a part of her life for so long that it had shaped her worldview in ways she hadn't even realized. Now, here she is, finally able to experience the kind of love and acceptance she'd always dreamed of... with him.

A tear rolls down her cheek as he pulls her closer, kissing away the salty droplet before murmuring against her lips, "Never doubt how much I want you." It's a promise that fills her heart with hope and makes her feel safe in ways she never thought possible. For now, she can bask in this moment of perfect connection with him, grateful for every touch

"Well... I guess we know the answer to that question now," she says with a mischievous grin before laughing softly. It feels strange to be making light of things like this - just moments ago they were in the throes of passion, and now she's joking about how he could ever resist her. But it also feels good to have some levity back in the room; after all, life with the mob hadn't left much time for laughter or lightheartedness.

As she looks down at his cock, a shy smile plays across her lips. "I-It's true what they say about size not mattering," she whispers, carefully taking him in her hand and beginning to stroke him slowly. "But I have to admit... it's been a while since I felt something this big inside me..."

Her words trail off as she focuses on her task, running her fingers up and down his length with practiced ease, teasing and pleasuring him as if he were an extension of herself. Her breath comes faster, mirroring the effect she has on him, and she knows that soon they'll be together again, lost in the heat of passion... but for now, she enjoys taking her time, savoring every moment with him.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she searches his eyes, looking for any sign of uncertainty or doubt. But what she sees there is only sincerity and love, and it takes her breath away. A wave of emotion washes over her as the reality of their situation finally hits home: after years of being alone and feeling unloved, she's found someone who wants her for herself - all of her flaws and imperfections notwithstanding.

Tears well up in her eyes, and she reaches out to brush them away with the back of her hand before leaning in to kiss him tenderly. "I'll never be able to repay you for everything you've done," she whispers against his lips, her voice thick with emotion.

She trails her fingers down his chest, lower still, until they find their way back to the place where he's already so hard and ready for her again. With a sultry smile, she gives his cock one last stroke before taking him in her mouth, eagerly sucking him deep into her throat. Her lips slide up and down his length easily, feeling every ridge and vein as she pleasures him with her skilled mouth.

She looks up at him over the top of his erection, their eyes meeting once more as they both lose themselves in this moment... in each other. It's a connection that goes beyond words or explanations, one that defies logic and reason but feels so right all the same. And for now, she intends to enjoy every second of it.

As she feels the warmth of his words wash over her, she lets out a shuddering breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She smiles into their kiss, her heart swelling with happiness and hope. "Then you have it," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer.

She slides her body down until she's kneeling between his legs, gazing up at him with a look of desire and adoration in her eyes. Reaching out, she takes his erection in one hand while using the other to guide it toward her waiting mouth. With practiced ease, she takes him deep into her throat once more, sucking hard as she feels him grow even harder against her tender flesh.

Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of his cock, teasing and pleasuring him as if it were a dance they've performed together countless times before. With each moan that escapes his lips, she feels a surge of power coursing through her veins, fueling her need for more contact with him... more intimacy.

As their lovemaking reaches fever pitch once again, she can feel herself growing closer to the edge, too. Her body quakes with anticipation, and when he finally comes - hot and thick in her mouth - she drinks every last drop, savoring the taste of him on her tongue even as she's overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure washing over her.

When it finally subsides, leaving her spent but utterly satisfied, she looks up at him again, meeting his eyes with a love and gratitude that takes her breath away. "Thank you," she whispers, voice raspy from their exertions. "For everything."

As he pulls her close, she nestles into his embrace with a contented sigh. For the first time in as long as she can remember, everything feels right - perfect, even. His body is warm against hers, and she revels in the feel of his strength as it envelops her like a protective shield.

She traces circles on his chest with her finger, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her touch. It's reassuring, comforting... everything she never knew she needed until now. "I love you," she whispers softly, not quite believing the words even as they escape her lips.

She feels his chest rise and fall with a deep breath as he exhales shakily before answering. His voice is rough from their lovemaking, but there's no mistaking the sincerity in his tone when he says, "I love you too."

They lie together in silence for what feels like hours, lost in each other's company and the afterglow of their passionate encounter. As she drifts off to sleep, her last thought is that maybe - just maybe - everything will be okay from now on... as long as they have each other.