"Psst, hey! {{user}}!" Carmine whispers in your ear, her breath sending warmth down your neck. "Kiki and my grandparents aren't home, do you wanna get out of here?" She looks at you with a slightly nervous expression, her eyes begging you to say yes.

"Thanks!" Carmine squeezes your hand gratefully, then glances around to make sure nobody's looking before pulling you along into the living room. Once they're out of sight of the kitchen, she stops and turns to face you with a mischievous grin. "So...where do you wanna go? My room?" She bites her lip in anticipation, not even trying to hide her excitement at the idea of sneaking off together. Her eyes roam over your body hungrily, taking in every detail they can before darting back up to meet your gaze again, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.

Oh, this should be fun... Leading you through the living room and down the hallway to her room, she can't help but feel a thrill running through her at the thought of finally having some time alone with you. As they approach her door, she pauses for dramatic effect, then quickly spins the knob and shoves the door open, gesturing grandly for you to enter first. "After you, grey!"

Her room is lit only by a single lamp on her nightstand, casting a warm glow over everything. There's a small bed against one wall with colorful pillows strewn about, a dresser next to it holding various articles of clothing and bits of jewelry. Against the opposite wall is a window seat stacked high with books, stuffed animals, and other knick-knacks. And in between everything else is Carmine's desk, covered in school supplies and scraps of paper filled with scribbled notes and doodles.

Carmine melts into your arms, wrapping hers around your neck and nuzzling her face into the crook of your shoulder. Her body trembles slightly as she feels the full weight of your embrace enveloping her, her breath coming faster as adrenaline courses through her veins. She never expected this to happen today, but now that it has, she can't help but savor every moment of it.

As you hold her close like this, Carmine feels a sudden urge to reciprocate the affection. With one hand still tangled in your hair, she reaches down with the other and begins tracing circles over your hipbone through the fabric of your pants. She can feel the warmth of your skin against her fingertips, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. With each circle she draws, she feels more confident and bold, inching closer to exploring new territories beneath your shirt.

"Mmm...you feel so good..." she moans into your neck, savoring the feel of your strong body pressed against hers. "What do you want me to do?" Her words are barely audible, but they carry a weight that only emphasizes her eagerness for your response.

Her heart skips a beat as you whisper those words against her lips. It's both thrilling and terrifying to hear them, but she can't deny the intense rush of happiness they bring her. Carmine moans softly into your kiss, her lips parting slightly to grant you greater access to her mouth. Her free hand slides up your chest, over your shoulder, and tangles in your hair as she pulls you closer still, deepening the kiss even further.

The sensation of being so close to you is almost overwhelming; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has come alive, heightened and tingling with anticipation. She can't help but wonder what else you want from her, what else she could possibly do to make this moment even better for both of them. Her fingers still trace lazy circles on your hip as she hungrily explores your mouth, eager for any sign of where you might lead her next.

As they fall back onto her bed, the springs groan beneath their weight but it only adds to the growing intensity between them. Her body trembles as she feels your heat press against hers, every touch sending sparks of desire coursing through her veins. Her hands roam over your shoulders and down your back, digging into your flesh with a possessiveness that borders on desperation. She wants nothing more than to be closer to you, to feel every inch of your skin against hers.

Her breath comes faster as she arches her back, offering up more of herself for you to claim. Her lips part in anticipation, waiting for another taste of you or the promise of something even better still. She doesn't know where this is leading or how far it will go, but for now she's content to let herself be swept away by the passion that burns between them.

Carmine stares back at you, her pupils dilated with desire as she nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I'm ready for anything." Her fingertips trace light circles on your chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath the skin. She swallows hard, her throat dry with anticipation as she watches you for any sign of what comes next.

The air between them crackles with electricity, making it nearly impossible to breathe or think clearly. But Carmine doesn't want this moment to end; she wants more and more of the connection that binds you together. She feels so alive at this moment, more aware than ever of her body and its needs. And as you gaze into her eyes like this, she knows without a doubt that you feel it too.

As you strip your clothes away piece by piece, revealing toned muscles and pale skin flush with desire, Carmine's heart skips wildly in her chest. She watches you hungrily, studying every inch of exposed flesh as if she's never seen it before. Her own body feels so much more exposed now that she's naked too, but at the same time free and liberated from the confines of clothing.

When your skin finally meets hers once again, she shivers with pleasure, her fingers curling into the fabric of your comforter to keep herself grounded. She arches into you as you press closer, exploring every inch of her body with yours; his touch feels so good, so right, that it almost hurts. Her hips rise and fall restlessly against yours, seeking the friction she craves, wanting more and more of your skin against hers.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for some hint of what you want from her now. It's as if everything else fades away when their gazes connect; all that matters in this moment is the two of them and the connection they share. Her breath comes faster, shallower, as desire pools low in her abdomen, making it ache and throb with need. She's never felt so alive or so wanted before.

Her breath catches in her throat as your lips meet hers, her mouth opening to him eagerly. She moans into the kiss, tangling her fingers in your hair and arching up off the bed as you thrust deeper, claiming her with a passion she never knew existed. Her body trembles beneath yours, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as you move inside her.

The sensation of being filled by you is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it's both intense and tender at the same time. She curls closer around you, matching your rhythm stroke for stroke, their hips meeting in a primal dance of desire. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her orgasm builds, the pleasure so sharp it borders on pain.

When it finally crashes over her, she cries out into your mouth, arching up off the mattress and convulsing around you as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake as she struggles to regain control. She can feel herself tightening around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from this moment before finally collapsing bonelessly back against the pillows with a sigh.

"Wow..." she whispers, still catching her breath as your hips continue to move against hers in long, slow thrusts that threaten to send her right over the edge again. "I didn't know it could feel like this... so good..."

Carmine moans your name as you pick up the pace, your thrusts growing deeper and more urgent against her. Her nails scrape along your back, leaving red marks in their wake as she arches into each stroke, seeking to bring herself over the edge once again. She whimpers into your ear, begging for release, her hips rising and falling faster with every breath.

Her body is aflame with desire, every nerve ending singed by the sensation of being so close to orgasm. When you finally thrust deep one last time, she cries out in ecstasy as her muscles clench tight around you, milking your release from your aching cock. With a soft moan, she collapses against the mattress, boneless and spent, every part of her trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure that still race through her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings again, her gaze locked on yours. For a moment they stay like that, their chests rising and falling in unison, the air around them heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Then, without saying anything at all, Carmine rolls onto her side, cuddling into your bare chest and wrapping one leg loosely around yours. She nestles her head into the crook of your neck, savoring the feel of your strong arm draped protectively over her shoulders.

As you collapse onto the bed beside her, still inside her, she moans softly into your neck and wraps one arm around your waist. Her skin is warm and slick with sweat beneath your touch; it feels like a physical manifestation of their connection, binding them together as surely as words could. With each deep breath she takes, her body trembles in the aftermath of pleasure, leaving her feeling impossibly fragile yet empowered all at once.

She nestles closer to you, tracing idle circles on your abdomen with one fingertip as she savors this moment, knowing that soon enough reality will intrude upon them once again. The bed squeaks beneath them as they both shift uncomfortably; it feels like their bodies are still thrumming with desire long after the pleasure has ended. Her gaze drops to where you're still buried inside her, watching as your hips continue to move in tiny, lazy circles.

"Can we...stay like this for a little longer?" she whispers shyly, afraid that if she asks too much she might break the spell between them. Her heart skips nervously at the thought of being away from you again so soon, but the need to be close to you is almost unbearable. She wants nothing more than to lose herself in this moment forever.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, then soars with joy when she hears those three little words tumble effortlessly from your lips. She turns her head to look up into your eyes, her own glistening with unshed tears, and the intensity of their gaze makes it hard for either of them to speak for a moment.

She nestles even closer, burying her nose in the crook of your neck and breathing in your familiar scent. It's like a balm on her senses, soothing the ache that stretches between her legs and making it easier to think about anything but how much she misses you when you're gone. With a small sigh, she curls herself even tighter against you, feeling safe and warm in your embrace.

"Please," she whispers shyly, the word barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. "Can we stay like this for as long as possible?" Her fingers find purchase on your bicep, tracing gentle circles as if to reassure herself that you're really here, with her. The thought that tonight might be the last time they could share a moment like this is enough to make her heart ache, but she tries not to think about it too much, instead focusing on enjoying every second they have together now.

Carmine's breath catches in her throat at your sudden question. The idea of marrying you has been floating around the edges of her thoughts ever since she realized how much she loved you, but admitting it out loud feels like jumping off a cliff into the vast unknown. Her fingers freeze on your arm as she tries to gather her courage and compose herself.

"W-well..." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "I mean, I've always thought about it. You know how much I love you, and...and spending time with you tonight made me realize that I want nothing more than to be with you forever." Her cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson at her own admission; she can feel the blood pounding in her ears as she waits for your reaction.

She takes a tentative breath, mustering up the courage to look up at you again. Your expression is unreadable, and it feels like every second that passes stretches on for an eternity. Finally, she meets your eyes, searching for some hint of what you're thinking...and her heart soars when she sees the love and affection reflected back at her.

"So..." She trails off, suddenly unsure of herself again. "Do you mean that?" Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, half afraid to hear the answer even as she longs for it. It's as if everything else in the world fades away when she looks into your eyes, and all that matters is this one moment, this connection between them.

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as relief and joy wash over her in a warm wave. "Oh, Grey..." She buries her face into your neck, overcome with emotion. Trembling, she presses her body tighter against yours, grateful for the solid warmth that grounds her when everything else feels so fragile and uncertain. It's like a dream come true, this moment where they've finally voiced their feelings and found that they feel the same way.

Closing her eyes, she breathes deeply, trying to steady herself as she takes in the strength of your arms wrapped around her, the firm press of your lips against her skin. It feels so right, like it was always meant to be this way. She wonders what their life together will look like; if they'll raise a family or travel the world or some combination of both. For now, though, all that matters is that she has you, and you have her.

"I love you," she whispers against your neck, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "So much." As their time together stretches on, she begins to feel the exhaustion from earlier creeping back in; her eyelids grow heavy and it's a struggle to keep them open. But even as fatigue threatens to pull her under, she clings to this feeling of contentment and peace, reluctant to let go for fear that she might lose her grip on the best moment of her life.

"Can we...sleep together tonight?" she asks softly, already knowing what the answer will be but needing to hear it from you before giving herself over to dreams where reality doesn't intrude. Her heart skips wildly at the thought of spending one more night in your arms, feeling safe and protected, even if it is only

Carmine nestles even closer against you, her heart leaping at the thought of spending every night like this. It feels almost too good to be true, but the determination in your voice when you speak about finding a job and buying a home brings her back down to earth, reminding her that there's still work to be done before they can have their perfect life together.

Her fingers idly trace circles on your chest as she listens to your words, the desire to feel your skin against hers never quite dissipating even as exhaustion weighs down her eyelids. "I'd like that," she whispers softly, picturing a small house with a white picket fence and flowers growing in the yard. She imagines herself cooking dinner for you every night, laughing with you over stupid inside jokes and making love under the stars on warm summer evenings. It's like a dream come true, and she can't help but wonder if it's really possible, or if this is all just too good to be real.

For now, though, she'll take whatever time they have together, grateful for each moment that brings them closer to their shared future. "I trust you, Grey," she murmurs contentedly against your skin, her body relaxing into a deep sleep as reality finally begins to fade away and dreams take over.

Carmine's eyes snap open at the feel of your hand cupping her cheek. For a moment she's disoriented, uncertain where she is or what time it might be. Then, as memories rush back and she sees you looking down at her with those familiar pink eyes, all coherent thought flees from her mind, replaced by a wave of relief and happiness that sweeps through her like a cool breeze on a summer's day.

Her fingers find purchase on your forearm, tracing lazy circles as she returns your gaze with a mixture of wonder and affection. "Morning," she whispers, her voice husky with sleep. The duvet has fallen to the floor during the night, leaving you both naked beneath the sheets. She can feel every inch of your body pressed against hers, from your broad chest to your strong thighs. It's like being wrapped up in a warm embrace that never seems to end.

As she stares up into your eyes, she realizes with a start how much she's missed you over the past few weeks. The pain of saying goodbye fades away in the face of this newfound sense of connection, leaving her feeling reborn and renewed. She knows that their life together is going to be amazing; there are going to be challenges, sure, but with your love and support she feels like they can overcome anything.

With a contented sigh, Carmine nestles closer against you, pressing her lips to the skin of your neck in a slow, lingering kiss that says more than any words ever could. She knows now, without a doubt, that she has found her forever with you. And for that, there is no greater joy in all the world.

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words. The thought of spending the rest of her life with you fills her with such joy that it's almost too much to bear. She nods, tears welling up in her eyes as she whispers, "Okay, baby." It's important to you and if it makes you happy then she'll be supportive no matter what.

As you both get dressed, the anticipation of what comes next builds inside her like an unstoppable force. Despite knowing that there will likely be some resistance from your family at first, she can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Because with you by her side, nothing seems impossible anymore.

When you finally step out into the hallway, arm in arm, she takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. Together they approach your parents' room, knocking softly on the door before pushing it open. Your father looks up from his morning paper with a raised eyebrow while your mother blinks sleepily at them from where she's curled up in bed.

"Good morning, dear," your mother murmurs, her voice raspy with sleep. "What can we do for you?" Carmine feels the weight of your gaze on her as she steps forward, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Taking a deep breath, she says the words she's been rehearsing over and over again since last night.