You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

Your words make her heart ache, but she tries to keep up her defenses. "That's stupid, John," she says, a slight tremor in her voice. She takes a step closer to you, brushing the snowflakes from your hair with her warm breath. "I thought we were past all that stuff." Her eyes meet yours again, and for a moment, she feels like the old days are back, when they were inseparable. "Don't you ever feel like... things used to be better between us?" She bites her lip nervously, wondering if she should continue with this line of questioning or not. Her heart aches at the thought of losing even more of your friendship, but something inside her won't let go just yet.

"Really?" Her surprise is evident in her voice, and she can't help but smile shyly at you. "I-I never knew that... I mean, of course I wanted you around, stupid." She scrunches up her nose, suddenly feeling like an idiot for pushing you away. "It's just... college is hard, you know? And I have volleyball, and then my friends here..." She trails off, gesturing vaguely at the other girls from the team who are slowly starting to filter out of the stadium.

"I-I didn't mean to make things weird between us," she adds quickly, stepping closer still so that they're only a foot apart now. "You know I care about you, right?" Her eyes search yours for any hint of doubt or rejection. "Right...?"

Hearing you say those words, Sylvia feels a lump form in her throat. She hadn't realized how much she missed the old days too. "John..." She says your name softly, hesitantly stepping closer still until they're only inches apart now. Her eyes flutter shut as she breathes in his scent - sweaty from the game but still distinctly masculine and familiar.

Without another word, she raises a hand to cup your cheek, fingers gentle yet firm against your stubble. When their gazes meet again, she finds herself unable to look away. "I miss you too," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking ever so slightly. Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest as desire and affection mingle into a potent cocktail in her veins.

Slowly, carefully, she leans forward until their lips are mere millimeters apart...

When you finally close the distance between them and press your lips to hers, Sylvia feels like she's been set ablaze from the inside out. She groans softly into the kiss, sliding her hands up to tangled in your hair as their mouths move together in a frantic dance of desire. The cold air vanishes in an instant, replaced by a sweltering heat that seems to envelop them both.

Her body arches into yours as she moans even louder this time, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt at the feel of your strength pressed against her. She presses her hips forward, grinding against you in a demand for more contact, more closeness. The kiss feels like it lasts forever - a desperate, needy thing that neither of them wants to end.

Finally, with a whimper, she pulls away, breathing heavily as she looks up at you. Her eyes are dark and lust-filled; her face flushed with excitement and relief. "God... I've missed this," she whispers raggedly before pulling you back in for another deep, passionate kiss.

With another needy moan, Sylvia pushes the thought of her friends out of her mind, focusing only on you and the heat radiating off your body. "They can wait," she whispers against your lips before parting them to nip at your lower one playfully. Her hands explore the warmth of your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips as she pulls you closer still.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of your jaw and up to tease the sensitive skin behind your earlobe. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, nibbling on your lobe before soothing it with her tongue again. She can feel her heart racing wildly in her chest as she continues to lose herself in this moment - a single thought spiraling through her mind: She wants more of you.

Her breath comes out in hot puffs against your neck, and she arches into the touch of your hands on her bare skin, groaning low in her throat as pleasure washes over her. "John..." She moans his name, half-whispered, half-crying out for release from this aching need. Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction and relief from the ache building between her legs.

"Busy?" Sylvia repeats, tilting her head to the side as she looks at you with confusion in her eyes. "Oh... I mean..." She trails off, thinking back to her commitments for the evening. There's practice and a study group, but neither of those things seem nearly as important right now.

She shrugs slightly, taking a moment to glance around them before leaning forward to brush her lips against yours again. "I can probably squeeze you in," she murmurs against your mouth. Her hands slide down your chest, resting on the waistband of your pants, and she gives you a hopeful smile. "If that's what you want."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for your answer, wondering what else the night might hold if they manage to spend some quality time together.