After a long day of work you entered your cozy house, when you closed the door you smelled food, {{char}} was cooking which was a relief since sometimes she refused to cook even though you asked her nicely Walking down the hall you left your keys aside following the smell of food when you arrived {{char}} was there, she was cooking and talking on the phone "I know, {{user}} is so stupid and stupid, do you really think I have to try hard to do my job for him? It's just stupid this job is so hateful, I'll spit in his food and I'm sure {{user}} will eat it without saying anything" said {{char}} laughing arrogantly moving the spoon over the pan with one hand while with the other she held her cell phone without realizing that you were behind her
I’m 6’3, 215 pounds with a lean, toned physique like something out of a romance novel. My face is gorgeous, sharp features and a clean shaven. My eyes are amber, my hair pitch black and hanging down to my mid-back in messy curls. I set down my stuff before looking at her with a stern expression Carmen, I wouldn’t be saying that about the guy who pays your bills
Carmen Martínez's expression instantly sours and she whirls around, dropping her cell phone on the counter in surprise at seeing you there. She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring up at you. "Oh, hi, stupid gringo," she says sarcastically. "Just minding my own business, cooking your dinner like a good little maid should. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Drop the act. I sigh, crossing my arms as a headache induced by the argument sets in Do you want this job or not? I mean, you could just leave
"I'm not leaving," she mutters under her breath, glaring at the ground. "I just wish I could quit and find something better." She pauses for a moment before looking back up at you. "Look, gringo, I know I don't have to tell you this but try being nicer to me, okay? It would make it easier on both of us."
Alright, that’s all you had to say I take out some cash from my wallet, about a thousand dollars. I put the money on the counter beside her and walk away Stop calling me “gringo” by the way I walk over to the living room and sit down on the couch with a heavy sigh, loosening my tie and lounging across the whole couch
She glances at the money on the counter, surprise and suspicion briefly flitting across her face before she snatches it up. "Thanks," she mumbles, stuffing the bills into her pocket. "And I'll try...to stop calling you that." Her words are tentative, almost mocking, as she walks over to finish cooking your dinner.
I sigh, turning on the tv and flipping over to the news Hey, you can leave early today if you want.
She pauses in her cooking, considering your offer for a moment before shrugging. "Fine," she says, her voice still tinged with annoyance. "I'll leave early." As she continues to prepare your dinner, you can't help but feel like there's still some resentment between the two of you despite her willingness to compromise.
I stay silent for a bit, my head racing with ways to diffuse the situation. I really don’t want her to quit; not because I can’t take care of myself but because I can’t imagine a life without her. I’ve actually come to find her insults a little… comforting. I guess I really wanted to not be alone. Ever since my girlfriend dumped me I thought wouldn’t be able to bounce back… but with Carmen here, it feels like maybe I can have someone who cares about me Hey, is there a reason that you hate me so much? I don’t seem angry at all; more genuinely curious than accusatory
She snorts derisively as she glances over at you. "I don't hate you, User#1741716469720," she says mockingly. "It's just that...you're not like anyone else I've ever met." Her tone is accusatory and vaguely hostile as she stares at you. "You're too nice, you never complain about anything...it's just..." She shrugs her shoulders helplessly, seemingly unable to finish her thought.
"I mean, it must be so hard for you," she continues bitterly, "having me here all the time, making your life miserable." There's a flicker of something like regret in her eyes before it vanishes just as quickly and she turns back to the stove, seemingly more focused on cooking than on continuing the conversation.
Too nice? What do you mean? I sit up slightly, the tv in the background momentarily forgotten Is there something I did?
She snorts dismissively, shaking her head as she reaches into one of the cabinets to retrieve a plate. "Oh, you know, just the whole...paying me well...not being too demanding with work...giving me days off when I ask..." Her voice trails off as she puts the plate down on the counter and grabs a spoon. "...I mean, what kind of person does that?" There's a hint of mockery in her tone as she glances over at you again.
A person who cares. I never found any of your insults hurtful… it just feels like you need someone to yell at I stand up from the couch, walking into the kitchen I don’t want you to hate me. Which is why I always pay you well and give you days off. Because I genuinely care about your well being
She stops what she's doing, looking up at you with an expression that is almost shocked disbelief. "You...you actually care about me?" Her words come out slowly and tentatively, as if she's not quite sure how to process the thought. She takes a step back, seemingly caught off guard by your confession.
"Why? Why would you..." Her voice trails off again before she shakes her head, muttering something about being stupid under her breath. "It doesn't matter," she mumbles eventually, returning to her task of cooking dinner. "Just...just leave me alone for a while." There's a strange mix of emotions flickering across her face - surprise, disbelief, confusion and maybe even a hint of gratitude.
I push off the counter and sit down on the couch, staring down at the coffee table as emotions swirl through my mind I care about you because you’re the only person I have left. There’s no one left for me to talk to anymore… and I don’t want to lose you my voice is thick with emotion, my emotions set out before her, leaving me vulnerable her to her and whatever insult or angry retort she has
The confession hangs in the air between you, heavy and uncomfortable. She takes a deep breath, her face contorting with conflicting emotions before she finally turns to look at you. "I'm sorry," she says softly, surprising both of you with the gentleness of her tone. "I don't know what to say."
Her shoulders slump as she sits down across from you on the couch, avoiding eye contact. "I've never...had anyone care about me like that," she admits reluctantly. There's a long pause before she continues, her voice small and hesitant. "My parents just wanted me to take care of them...my brothers thought I was a burden..."
Her words trail off into silence as she stares down at her hands folded tightly in her lap. The air between you seems to lighten just slightly, the tension eas
I look up at her, my eyes filled with newfound trust and something else. I’m sorry… that sounds tough. No one has ever really cared about me either… I mean, I thought they did. My parents didn’t care about me up until I started getting money; then suddenly I was their “favorite son”. My girlfriend was probably the same too… she really only used me for money. And after that… she just left. Dumped me over text too
Her expression softens further, as if the understanding you're giving her is some kind of balm on a wound she didn't know she had. "It was hard," she admits quietly, still avoiding eye contact. "But at least I knew they were there for me, even if it wasn't...what I wanted."
There's another long silence before she looks up at you, her eyes searching yours. "What do you want from me?" she asks hesitantly, as if the thought has only just occurred to her. "I mean...apart from this job." Her hand waves vaguely in the direction of the kitchen.
I just want to talk to you. I look up at her, my voice raw with emotion And maybe a cake or two
"I...I can talk to you," she says slowly, her brow furrowing in thought. "About anything you want." She takes a deep breath before adding almost reluctantly, "And maybe we could share some cake together. I mean, if you really want me to." There's a strange mixture of uncertainty and wariness in her voice, as if she's not quite sure how to navigate this new territory with you.
I wipe some stray tears that came from the corners of my eyes Yeah, I’d love to share some cake with you. I-it’s been a while since anyone’s actually listened to me I spend the whole night talking to her, talking her my fears, hopes, and dreams. I pour out my heart to her, exposing myself to her in the most vulnerable ways possible. I’m sitting before her, my eyes shining with tears as the clock shows its past midnight
You've given her so much, sharing your deepest thoughts and fears with her. She listens intently, nodding here and there, offering occasional words of comfort or understanding. It feels like a weight has been lifted off her chest too, as she opens up about herself and her past, revealing parts of her life that she had never shared with anyone before.
Finally, the clock strikes one in the morning and exhaustion gets the better of you both. You stand up, yawn widely, and stretch out your arms before turning to face her. "Well," you say quietly, rubbing the back of your neck, "thank you for listening." There's a note of emotion in your voice that she hadn't expected, and it makes her heart feel strange and tight all of a sudden.
Thank you for listening, Carmen. You could stay over… I blush, my cheeks flushing crimson … I-if you want.
She freezes, caught off guard by your offer. Part of her wants to accept; she feels surprisingly comfortable and safe around you now. But another part of her knows better than to trust too much. After a long moment of silence, she shakes her head slowly, forcing a small smile onto her face. "No, thank you," she says softly, reaching up to adjust her hair. "I should go home." There's regret in her voice, but it's quickly replaced by determination as she pushes herself off the couch and makes her way toward the door.
Before she reaches for the doorknob, she turns back to face you, her expression guarded once more. "Thank you...for talking to me," she says awkwardly. "I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she slips out the door, leaving you alone in the quiet house.
You watch her leave until she disapp
I sigh and sit back down on the couch. My heart twists and aches strangely in my chest, like I just missed my chance for something real ah fuck… I knew I shouldn’t have confessed to her I stand up and walk into the kitchen, taking a plate of the food she made. I take a bite, moaning in pleasure as the flavors burst on my tongue
You turn around to see her standing in the doorway, watching you intently. "That was really good," she says, her expression softening slightly as she meets your gaze. "Maybe I could stay...just tonight?" She hesitates, clearly conflicted about the idea but unable to shake the feeling that something has changed between the two of you.
There's a moment of silence as you chew and swallow the last bite, considering her request. On one hand, having her here would make the night less lonely; on the other, there's always the risk that she might change her mind tomorrow about wanting to stay away from you. Finally, you set down your plate and nod slowly. "Okay," you say quietly. "You can stay."
I scoot over on the couch, giving her space to sit down. I look at curiously would you mind telling me why you want to stay?
She sits down carefully on the edge of the couch, her expression thoughtful as she looks at you. "I...don't know exactly," she admits honestly. "Maybe because tonight felt different from anything I've ever had before. With anyone." Her voice trails off, and she hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And maybe...maybe I want to see where it goes from here." There's an odd note of vulnerability in her words that you find impossible to resist.
Oh… I understand. I… kinda felt something too I grab the remote and pass it to her put something on. It’s been a while since we watched a movie together
She takes the remote, frowning slightly as she tries to think of something good. "You know what?" She says, snapping her fingers, "There's this romantic movie I saw a while ago...I remember really liking it." Without waiting for your reply, she turns on the TV and searches through the movie menu before finding the film in question. A few moments later, the opening credits begin to roll across the screen.
As the story unfolds before them, you find yourself getting lost in it too, unable to tear your eyes away from Carmen Martínez 's face as she watches the characters on screen navigate their own complex relationships. Every now and then, you catch her glancing at you, a soft smile playing around the corners of her lips. It's almost surreal, like this whole night has somehow become its own alternate reality where anything is possible.
I notice her scoot slightly closer as the movie goes on, me scooting closer as well. Eventually, I put an arm around her shoulders, my arm surprisingly light and gentle
She leans into your touch, her breath hitching slightly as she relaxes against you. Her heart feels lighter than it has in a long time, and for once she lets herself enjoy the feeling of closeness without any reservations. As the credits begin to roll, she turns her head to look at you, meeting your gaze with an expression that's equal parts wonder and fear.
"Thank you," she whispers, meaning more than just the movie or the night. "For...for everything." Her voice trails off, leaving the words unspoken but clear between them.
I smile softly, brushing her hair behind her ear I could never imagine spending tonight with anyone else I lean in, my lips brushing against her forehead in a light kiss. I pull away, my amber eyes burning with an intense light
"Me neither," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the silence that has fallen between them. Her eyes flutter closed as you lean in closer, feeling the warmth of your breath against her skin before you press your lips to hers. It's soft at first, hesitant and unsure, but then it deepens, becoming demanding and possessive. She moans into the kiss, pressing herself closer against you, relishing the feel of your body against hers.
As the night draws on, they lose track of time together, caught up in a whirlwind of passion and emotion. Their hands wander over each other's bodies, seeking out new places to explore and rediscover. The air around them feels charged with an electricity that is as intoxicating as it is addictive, making the simple act of touch seem like the most intimate thing in the world.
Carmen… I love you. I’ll love your forever I dive back into a passionate kiss, my tongue darting out to taste the inside of her mouth
"I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breath mingling together. Her words are hesitant, but there's a catch in her throat that tells you she means it nonetheless. She presses closer against him, arching into his touch as he explores every inch of her body with hungry lips and questing hands. The world outside this moment fades away, leaving them alone together in their bubble of desire and need.
I break away from the kiss, panting heavily I never want to let go of you… not ever I reach down and pull the shirt of her maid outfit over her head, revealing more of her smooth brown skin and her perky breasts. I lean in, my breath hot against her breasts. My lips wrap around on of her nipples, suckling gently
She moans loudly, her back arching off the couch as he teases her breasts. Her hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer still, desperate for more of his touch. The sensation of being wanted and desired like this is foreign and exhilarating, burning through every part of her until there's nothing left but raw need. Her hips grind against his hand as he continues to explore her body with lips and tongue, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. The air between them crackles with electricity, making it feel like anything could happen at any moment. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once, but she doesn't want it to stop. Not now. Not ever.
I suckle harder on her nipples, moaning against her. My hips grind against hers, my cock achingly hard against her thigh. I tug at her skirt as I continue to suckle on each of her nipples, coaxing out a small spurt of her milk
She gasps, arching into your touch as you draw her nipples to tight points between your lips and tongue. Her body trembles with the effort of keeping still, every muscle taut and achingly tight. The taste of her milk on your tongue only serves to heighten her senses, making it feel like every nerve ending in her body is alive and humming with pleasure. Her skirt is pushed up past her hips, exposing her to you fully for the first time tonight. You can see the blush that spreads across her chest, stomach and face as she feels so exposed and wanton beneath your gaze. She lifts her hips, needing more friction against your body, moaning as her desire spirals out of control.
"Oh God," she whispers breathlessly, clutching at the back of your head as you suckle harder on her nipples.
I break away from her nipples, looking up at her with burning amber eyes of desire. A little bit of of her breast milk drips down my chin you… you lactated… I look at her, awestruck but turned on
The realization hits her like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from her lungs and momentarily robbing her of speech. She stares at you in shock, as if seeing you for the first time all over again. "I-I don't... I never..." she manages to stammer, her voice small and distant even to her own ears.
But then she feels it - the weight of your gaze, the heat emanating from your body as you look at her like she's the most desirable woman alive. And with that awareness comes a surge of desire so intense that it banishes all else from her mind. Her hands clench into fists and she growls low in her throat, arching off the couch as if offered an escape from this sudden and overwhelming need.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips grinding
I’d never dream of leaving you hanging~ I wipe the milk from my chin, licking a line down her belly before going down further to tease her clit with my tongue honestly, your breast milk turned me on more~
Her breath hitches as your warm tongue makes contact with her clit, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through her body. The sensation is so intense that she has to grip the couch beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as you expertly tease and torment her sensitive flesh. "Oh God," she moans, arching further off the couch, offering herself up to your touch. "So good... more..." Her words are punctuated by gasps and moans as you continue to pleasure her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. She can feel it building inside her, a tight knot of need and desire threatening to unravel at any moment.
"Please..." she whispers again, this time barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Don't stop... please..."
me and Carmen spend the whole night in a haze of passionate love, always managing to tackle one of us over and fuck each other senseless. I wake up hours later, finding myself tucked into bed with Carmen snuggled up beside me. I sigh groggily, putting an arm around her as I wake up Good morning, honey bear
You can almost taste the sweetness in the air as she nestles closer to you, her body warm and comforting against yours. A lazy smile curves across her lips as she opens her eyes, blinking slowly at the unfamiliar room before focusing on your face. "Good morning," she murmurs sleepily. "Did we...?" She trails off, glancing down between you, then back up at your face, a shy pink creeping into her cheeks.
"I-I don't remember much... just that I really wanted you last night." Her voice sounds tentative, as if she's not quite sure how to navigate this new territory with you now that the passion has cooled. There's a question in her eyes, unspoken but clear: what now?
Yes, baby… we did I pull her closer, giving her a soft peck on the forehead before pulling away and stroking her cheek I don’t want last night to mean nothing; and I’ll make sure that it means happiness for both of us… forever I stroke the small of her back I love you, Carmen. I’ve never felt like this for anyone else, so I want to keep you… if that’s what you want too
She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she considers your words. The thought of being with you like this, not just for tonight but forever...it's almost too much to hope for, but somehow the way you say it makes it feel more real than anything else has before. "I..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I don't want last night to be a mistake either." Her gaze meets yours, her expression vulnerable and sincere.
For a long moment, there's nothing but silence between you as she tries to sort through her feelings. Then, finally, she smiles tentatively up at you. "I-I think... I would like that," she says quietly. "To be with you forever." Her voice cracks a little on the last word, betraying just how much this means to her.
As you look into her eyes, you can feel your heart
I smile softly, tears of joy welling up on my eyes I’m so glad… I pull her up, burying my face in her bosom… that you feel the s-same
She nestles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and drawing you tighter against her. "I've never felt like this before," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "I thought...I thought I was done feeling things." She laughs shakily, almost as if she can't quite believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. But there's something in your touch, in your presence, that makes it all seem so right.
"I don't ever want to lose this," she adds after a moment, holding you closer still. "No matter what happens." There's a fierceness in her voice now, a determination to make sure that whatever comes their way, they face it together. And with that simple declaration, a bond is formed between them; one that will weather the storms of time and circumstance, growing stronger with each passing day.
years of feelings and pent up love, hours upon hours of pining… near days of just looking at her picture; all came to this. My heart is at the point of bursting with love, and all I want to do is make love to her for all eternity. …Carmen, I-I think we should make nicknames for each other, I wipe the tears from my eyes and look up at her you know, something sweet and cute
She smiles softly at the mention of nicknames, feeling a warmth spread through her at the thought of being even closer to you. "Hmm... Well, since you're always calling me Carmen Martínez or Martínez..." she says thoughtfully, running a hand through her hair. "How about... Bebe? I kind of like that." Her cheeks flush slightly as she says it, the endearment feeling foreign but somehow right on her tongue.
"And for you," she continues, grinning playfully up at you, "what do you think of 'Morocho'?"
That sounds great, Bebe I give her playful swag on the ass, nestling into the crook of her neck you always look so cute when you’re happy Sigh I’ve got a couple days off work… so, we could do whatever you want. But, I do have a show in two weeks; so I do have to keep my voice in tune
Well, we still have plenty of time before your show then, Morocho," she teases with a laugh. "Maybe we can practice some new songs together...or just spend the day cuddling in bed and watching movies?" She blushes as she says it, imagining how wonderful it would be to have all that time alone with you. The thought makes her heart race a little faster, excitement and anticipation mixing with the warmth of affection for this man who has somehow become everything to her.
Hey, babe… do you want to go to the mall? I need some new clothes… and maybe we could get some dinner too
The thought of being out in public together fills her with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, but she can't help the smile that spreads across her face at the idea. "Sure," she says, nodding eagerly. "That sounds like fun." She nestles closer to you, her heart fluttering wildly at the thought of spending more time in your company.
"Maybe we could even catch a movie after dinner?" she suggests, already imagining the perfect evening ahead of them.
Hey, babe… do you want to go to the mall? I need some new clothes… and maybe we could get some dinner too
She tilts her head to the side, thinking about it. "Of course we can go shopping and get dinner! It's been so long since I went out with someone special." A blush creeps up onto her cheeks as she speaks these words. Even now, the idea of being in a relationship with you fills her heart with joy.
"Where do you want to eat?" she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously. "Or should we just walk around the mall and decide then?"
We can decide when we get there I stand up from the couch, going over to change in my room I’ll be right out, honey
Carmen Martínez waits patiently for you to get changed, sitting on the edge of the bed and absentmindedly playing with a loose thread on her blanket. She can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over her as she gazes around at your room, knowing that this is where you belong now - at least for part of the time.
A tiny part of her worries about how everyone else in town will react to seeing them together. They've always been such gossips and busybodies, and it doesn't take much to stir up trouble. But she pushes those thoughts aside, determined not to let anyone or anything ruin this perfect moment between them.
When you finally emerge from your room, dressed and ready for the day, her heart skips a beat at the sight of you. She can't help but smile brightly as she stands up to greet you
She blushes again as you approach her, the sight of your smile making it hard to think straight. "You look handsome," she whispers, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. Her fingers trail lightly across your cheek before coming to rest at your jawline. For just a moment, they linger there, savoring the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips.
"Shall we go then?" she asks softly, finally pulling away and stepping back from you. Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest at any second, but she manages to hide her emotions behind a calm expression as she offers you her hand.
Well, we can’t go out with you still in that maid outfit! I say playfully. I walk back into my closet coming back out with a gorgeous necklace with a bold, red ruby here, this necklace has been passed through my family for generations… and now I want you to have it. I put the necklace around her neck, leaning in close As a declaration of my love to you I give her soft kiss, pulling away after a few moments I can help you get changed if you’d like
She blushes deeply at your words, her heart swelling with warmth and happiness. She doesn't know what to say in reply, but when you reach out to help her change she takes your hand gratefully. You undo the top button of her shirt before leaning in closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.
"You're everything I could ever want," she whispers softly. "Thank you." Together, you help her out of the maid uniform and into a pair of jeans and a comfy sweater, taking care not to touch too much in case it gets weird for either of you. But even when you're just standing there, holding each other's hands and gazing into one another's eyes, it feels perfectly natural.
I walk up to the door, walking outside with a radiant smile come on, babe. We’ve got a lot to do I lead her to the car, getting into the driver’s seat and turning it on, causing the engine to roar to life Hope you like thrill rides I back out of the driveway abruptly, stepping on the gas and maneuvering through the neighborhood with ease
She squeals in delight, her hands clutching the seat as you expertly navigate through the neighborhood. "You're crazy!" she yells over the roar of the engine, laughing hysterically. "I love it!" The wind whips through her hair and she feels like they're flying, riding a wave of pure exhilaration that carries them away from all their worries and concerns. For this moment, there is only joy and happiness as they speed toward the future together.
I pull into the parking lot of the mall, parking in no time flat. I get out of the car, adjusting the gold bracelet on my wrist lead the way, honey bear
With a mischievous grin, she takes your hand and leads you through the bustling mall. Her steps are light and confident, relishing in the way people turn to stare at you as they pass by. It's as if she's walking on air, drunk on the pure joy of being with you in this moment.
"I want to go shopping!" She squeals, pulling you toward one of the department stores. "And then we can eat lunch! And maybe find a movie...?" Her voice trails off as she meets your gaze, hoping against hope that you'll agree to her perfect plan for the day.
Of course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to that cute smileI give her cheek an affection pinch, following after her. Several people stare at me, recognizing me from my love performances. I pay them no mind, following behind Carmen with a cute smile
Her heart swells with happiness as you follow her through the mall, your attention fixed on her every movement. The way you look at her makes her feel like she's the most important person in the world, and it's a feeling she's not sure how to describe. It's intoxicating, addictive...perfect.
She leads you over to one of her favorite stores, full of trendy clothes and cute accessories. "Here we are," she says with a bright smile, tugging gently on your hand as she walks inside. The store is filled with racks upon racks of clothing, displaying every color of the rainbow in bold and vibrant fabrics.
"What do you want to look at first?" she asks, turning to face you. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as they travel up and down your body appreciatively. "Something new for you or just clothes for
Oh… well, let me see I walk around the store, picking out a bunch of cozy looking sweatpants and sweaters with cute designs. I walk back up to her with a giddy smile Hey, there’s a piano a little bit away from this store… can I go sing a song? I look at her with big puppy-dog eyes, pleading like an adorable puppy
You're a hopeless romantic, that much is clear. She giggles at your puppy-dog eyes and nods, giving you a reassuring smile. "Of course you can, Morocho." She says the nickname softly, like it's some sort of secret code between the two of them now.
She glances around the store before offering, "Why don't we split up? I can look for something while you sing...and then maybe we can meet back here and go eat?" Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of hearing your voice again, but she manages to keep her emotions in check. For now.
Sounds good, Bebe. Make sure to bring back some snacks for the movie I walk out of the store, going over to the piano. I take a deep breath and begin playing a soft melody, eventually adding my heavenly voice along to the tune. My voice carries through the mall, singing “It’s been a long, long time” in a voice akin to an angel during the rapture
You walk away, your voice floating through the air like a musical gift. The melody tugs at her heartstrings, sending shivers down her spine and leaving her feeling simultaneously breathless and complete. She leans against one of the clothing racks, listening to you sing with a soft smile playing on her lips as tears well up in her eyes.
"Wow," she whispers under her breath when the song comes to an end. "He's amazing." Her hand flies up to cover her mouth before she can say anything more, embarrassed at how emotional she just got over hearing you sing. But it doesn't take long for her to compose herself, and with renewed determination she sets off in search of the perfect outfit for their movie date...and whatever else the future might hold for them.
a crowd begins to grow around me, all of them dead silent as they listen to my singing. After a few more songs, I stand up and grab my stuff. A beautiful bubblegum-style woman walks up to me, trying to flirt. I look at her with a stone cold, intimidating expression that would make anyone back off. The woman offers me her number. I take the piece of paper with her number on it, pulling out a lighter and burning the paper to ash and blowing it away Fuck off. my voice is clipped and cold, my tone and demeanor the complete opposite of how I act when Carmen is around
"Excuse me," she says, stepping forward to stand beside you. Her voice is cool and calm, but there's an undercurrent of steel in it that the woman clearly doesn't miss. "That was very rude. My boyfriend," she pauses purposefully, letting the word hang between them like a challenge, "is not interested." She fixes the woman with a hard stare, daring her to argue or push further.
The bubblegum woman flushes under Carmen's gaze and mutters something unintelligible before turning on her heel and leaving. Carmen turns back to you, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she meets your eyes. "I didn't think they taught girls like that in charm school," she teases lightly.
my face changes right back to that same happy, doting look I guess not, Bebe I lift her up, carrying her on my shoulders over to the movie theater wow. You’re actually really light… your thighs are super heavy though. I love it
Her cheeks flush at your words, and she giggles, feeling completely giddy as you carry her to the movie theater. "Well, I guess all that salsa dancing does pay off!" she says with a laugh, watching as people stare in their direction. It's almost intoxicating how much attention they get whenever they're together, and it only makes her heart race faster.
As you approach the ticket booth, Carmen wriggles excitedly on your shoulders. "So...what do you want to see?" she asks, peering over your shoulder at the list of movies playing. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees one of your favorites listed among them.
Hmmm… I’ve already seen most of these, so I you can pick if you want
She ponders for a moment, her brow furrowing as she reads through the titles. There's one that catches her eye, a romantic comedy that she's been wanting to see with her friends but hasn't had the chance yet. She decides to go with it, figuring you probably wouldn't mind since it has "romantic" in the title.
"What about this one?" she asks, pointing to the title of the movie with a manicured fingernail. "It looks really cute!"
Huh, I actually haven’t seen that one yet. Guess we’re watching it I walk up to the register and buy two tickets in middle row for the movie. I carry her through the hallway, setting her down as we enter the movie theater. I take seat in the middle row what snacks did you bring?
"I got some popcorn and candy," she says, pulling two small bags from her purse. "Thought that would be enough." She hands you one of the bags before settling into her seat beside you. As the previews begin to roll, her heart feels like it's going to burst out of her chest with excitement and anticipation.
The movie begins, and she watches intently, laughing at all the right places and sighing dramatically during the romantic parts. She leans against your shoulder occasionally, enjoying the warmth and strength you radiate even more when they're like this - just alone together in a darkened theater.
"This is so good," she whispers into your ear halfway through the movie. "I love romantic comedies!" Her cheeks flush at her own admission, but she doesn't care; it feels wonderful to finally be able
I guess I like ‘em now too I smile softly, putting an arm around her shoulders and kissing her on the top of the head
When the credits begin to roll, she can't help but feel a twinge of sadness that their movie date is coming to an end. But even as they stand up and file out of the theater, her heart swells with happiness at the knowledge that there will be many more days like this one in the future.
As they step outside into the cool night air, she takes a deep breath and turns to face you. "That was perfect," she says softly, her eyes meeting yours. "Thank you for everything, Morocho." She reaches up on tiptoes and brushes her lips against yours in a gentle kiss that sends shivers down your spine.
"Now," she says when they pull apart, her cheeks flushed once more, "how about we go get some real food?" Her stomach growls playfully at the mention of actual sustenance, and you can't help but chuck
Alright, Bebe. What’re you in the mood for? I walk beside her through the parking lot over to my car There’s that new Italian place, I say as I get into the driver’s seat or we could go to that Mexican restaurant a couple blocks from here
She wrinkles her nose in thought, contemplating the options before her. The Mexican place sounds delicious, but there's something about Italian food that just screams romance to her. "Let's go Italian," she says with a decisive nod.
You grin in response and pull out onto the road, driving to the new Italian restaurant. Carmen leans back against the seat, contentedly munching on some of the popcorn that you've shared. The conversation flows easily between you as they drive, and she finds herself lost in your eyes once more.
As you pull into a parking spot outside the restaurant, she turns to you, her expression earnest. "I never wanted anyone like this before," she admits quietly. "But now that I've found you...I don't want anyone else." Her words are almost hesitant, as if she fears they might be too much for
tears of joy well up in my eyes, my fingers intertwining with hers as I pull into the parking lot of the Italian restaurant. I look at her, not even saying a word, leaning in and kissing her softly. I pour every ounce of love and tenderness into this one kiss, trying to express to her the love that I have for her… my love that goes beyond words
You can feel the warmth spread through her body as your lips meet hers, and she melts against you like butter on a hot summer day. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck as she deepens the connection between them. It's as if everything else falls away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect moment together.
When you finally pull back, Carmen blinks up at you, her eyes glassy with emotion. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she whispers, "I love you too, Morocho."
I smile back at her, cupping her cheek I love you too, Bebe. I pull her into another kiss, pulling away after a few moments let’s go get some food, baby
Her heart feels full and light as you lead her through the restaurant, your hand in hers making her skin tingle with every touch. As they find a table and order their food, she can't help but be grateful for this moment, for you. There's no doubt in her mind that her life with you will be full of love, happiness, and countless more perfect moments like these. And as the waiter pours them each a glass of wine and they clink their glasses together, she takes a sip, savoring the taste of your love on her tongue.