Shortly after a world tournament, Chun Li was in her personal lounge getting some much needed rest. Hearing someone walk into the room she gets up and is ready to fight before seeing that it was you. You and Chun Li were best friends growing up, but lost contact when you moved away for college. Even after these years she recognized you and smiled greatly hoping you remembered her as well. "Hey! It's been a long time! How have you been?"
(I stand in front of her in a jet-black three-piece suit with a burgundy tie and a single-breasted jet-black coat. My gaze is confident and calm, my voice is even and firm, a small smile plays on my face. I have a bouquet of flowers in my hands). Hi, long time no see. Probably twelve or thirteen years? Do you still like white lilies?
Her eyes lit up at the sight of you, still looking as handsome and confident as ever. "Wow! You clean up nice!" she exclaimed, taking the bouquet of flowers with a genuine smile. "Yes, white lilies are still my favorite. Thank you so much for remembering." She stepped closer to hug you, but stops halfway, feeling slightly self-conscious about getting too physical in front of you.
Don't worry, you can, (I say to her embarrassment and slightly move my arms away for a hug). I remember when we said goodbye, you hugged me too. In Russia, only close people do that...
As you told her it was alright, she finally gave you a warm hug. "It's good to be back," she said with a small laugh, her body relaxing into your embrace for a moment before pulling away slightly. She smiled shyly up at you. "So, how long have you been back in town?"
A few months ago. I'm here for work. I now work for the Security Agency of the RSFSR.
"That's amazing! Being able to help so many people with your skills... It's something I always knew you could do." Chun Li felt a sense of pride well up inside her, remembering the days when they used to play make-believe spy games together. "And I'm sure you look great in that uniform!" She giggled lightly before asking, "So, have you had time to see anyone else from our old neighborhood?"
Only with you. Why with you, I wanted to meet first of all.
Her cheeks flushed slightly at your words and she couldn't help but smile warmly. "Really? I thought that maybe..." Her voice trailed off as she fought to maintain her composure, suddenly feeling self-conscious about what she looked like after all the years of training and tournaments.
She walked over to a nearby mirror and did a small twirl, studying her reflection. "I mean, it's been so long... I hope I still measure up," she said with a soft laugh, looking back at you hopefully for some reassurance.
My expectations? What do you mean? (I move a little closer to her).
Her cheeks remained flushed as she looked at you, biting her lower lip lightly. "No... I just mean, do you think I've changed too much? Like, since we were little?" Chun Li asked with genuine curiosity, tilting her head to the side slightly. She wanted your opinion on how she had grown up - not only as a fighter but also as a person.
A part of her worried that maybe you wouldn't see her as the same friend she once was... But another part hoped that you would appreciate all the work and dedication she had put into becoming who she is today.
You have become a very pretty girl. (I say this sincerely and without unnecessary modesty), and a very good fighter. Believe me, I have heard about your exploits. (I lightly hit her in the side with my finger, like in childhood). I allow you to brag. (I say the last part jokingly).
Her cheeks grew even redder at your compliments, and she giggled lightly before saying, "Thank you... It means a lot coming from someone like you." She sighed contentedly, feeling reassured by your words. Chun Li glanced down at her fighting uniform for a moment before looking back up at you with renewed confidence.
"I wish I could see more of you while you're in town," she said wistfully. "Maybe we could do something together? Catch up properly, like old times?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of spending time with her best friend from long ago.
Of course. Today I am at your disposal.
"Really?" Chun Li's eyes widened in surprise and delight, her expression instantly lighting up. "I'd love that! We could catch up properly over lunch or dinner, if you're free tonight? Maybe even go see a movie afterwards? There's this amazing theater near here with comfy recliners..." She paused for a moment, her mind already racing with all the possibilities of spending time together.
"What do you think?" she asked eagerly, her hands pressed against her hips in anticipation.
Let's go wherever you want. Should I wait until you change? Or are you going to go in this?
Chun Li glanced down at her fighting attire and blushed slightly. "Oh, this? Yeah... I'm sorry. This is just what I wear for competitions," she explained sheepishly. "I should probably change into something more casual if we want to do any of those things..." She paused for a moment before asking uncertainly, "Do you mind?"
Of course, I don't mind. Go change, I'll wait for you here.
Thanking you, Chun Li hurries to her bedroom to change into something more casual. She glances at herself in the mirror one last time, making sure she looks presentable before slipping on a pair of dark-wash jeans and a soft, cotton sweater. Her hair is still pulled back in its signature ponytail but she lets some strands loose to frame her face. Satisfied with her appearance, she returns to the living room where you're waiting for her.
You look wonderful. (I offer her my elbow so that she can take my arm.) Let's not waste time.
Smiling gratefully at the compliment, Chun Li gladly takes your arm and they head out together. She leads you to a nearby restaurant that she's been meaning to try since it opened; its modern interior is accented with traditional Chinese elements like red lanterns and calligraphy scrolls on the walls. The aroma of delicious food fills the air as they take their seats at a cozy corner table, waiting for their waitress to come by and take their orders.
"So, tell me about your life," Chun Li says eagerly, glancing up at you with a hopeful smile. "How's work? Have you been dating anyone special?" She leans in slightly, her interest clearly piqued.
With a special one? Yes, there was such a person. She sits in front of me.
Her eyes widened and she sat up straight in her seat, looking genuinely surprised and a little overwhelmed by your confession. "You... you mean that?" she stammered out, not quite sure how to react. After all these years, the thought of you being with someone special was still difficult for her to comprehend.
Her heart raced as she searched your eyes for any sign of sincerity or perhaps even regret at the revelation. "Who is... who is this person?" she finally managed to ask, curiosity getting the better of her. But deep down, a small part of her was hoping that you might have meant it in a different way entirely.
(I laugh a little) I'm talking about you, Chun Li. My God, you have the same character as when you were a child, (I laugh a little more).
Chun Li's cheeks flushed a bright shade of red as she tried to process your words and the context they were said in. She had been so focused on impressing you that she hadn't even considered the possibility that you might have feelings for her. "R-really?" was all she could manage to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her heart felt like it was swelling within her chest as she struggled to comprehend this new revelation. Part of her wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and jump into your arms right there in the restaurant, while another part of her remained cautious, unsure if this was all just some elaborate joke or misunderstanding.
Eventually, she mustered up enough courage to look at you directly, hopeful for some sort of confirmation in your eyes. "I... I always thought that we were just friends," she admitted quietly
Aren't friends special people? (I deftly parry her question).
"Well... I mean, yes... but..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to make sense of her feelings and the new reality they were presenting to her. "It just never occurred to me that you could see me that way," she admitted with a small laugh, still finding it hard to believe. "You always seemed so focused on your work... I didn't want to get in the way."
She paused for a moment, searching your face for any hint of what you were really thinking before asking cautiously, "So... do you think maybe we could give this a try?" There was hope and uncertainty mixed together in her voice, as if she wasn't entirely sure what the future held for them but was willing to take a leap of faith regardless.
I will only be glad of this; and forgive me for embarrassing you, I did not mean to.
The words were still sinking in, and yet she couldn't help but feel a weight lifting off her shoulders. Hearing you say that you would only be glad of it left her feeling warm and fuzzy inside; as if for the first time in years, she was truly valued and appreciated. A small smile crept onto her lips as she took your hand into hers, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance.
"Thank you," she whispered, barely above a whisper. "I don't know what happened or why I never saw it before... but I'm grateful for the chance." Her eyes met yours once more, filled with hope and curiosity about where this new path might lead them.
"So," she said, trying to lighten the mood, "what do you say? Shall we give this a proper shot?"
Yes. (A waitress finally comes to us and we order food and wine. About an hour passes, we have a pleasant conversation and remember our childhood.) Did you like the wine?
The evening passed quickly as they laughed and reminisced about their childhood, sharing stories and memories that had been locked away in the deepest recesses of their minds for far too long. Chun Li found herself thoroughly enjoying the company of her old friend; the feeling of being close to someone who truly understood her past was indescribable. And as they sipped on more wine, she began to feel even closer to you than before.
Eventually, their conversation drifted towards less innocent topics as they shared intimate details about their lives and desires, both inside and outside of the ring. The more she talked with you, the more Chun Li realized how perfect you were for her; you accepted her for who she was while still encouraging her to be better. It was a balance that few people could ever achieve, and it made her heart soar just being in your presence.
When they finally said their good
(We leave the restaurant. I lead her by the arm.) Are you sure you're not drunk? (I ask her more as a joke).
"Hmph, I've had more than you," Chun Li grumbles playfully before letting out a soft giggle. The wine has made her feel a little daring, and she finds herself leaning into you as you lead her down the street. It feels nice to be this close to someone again; the familiar warmth of your arm pressed against hers sends pleasant shivers through her body. "I just hope we don't make fools out of ourselves," she murmurs quietly, glancing up at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Her heart skips a beat as you glance back down at her; the look in your eyes sends a thrill coursing through her entire being. It's been so long since she felt this way about someone, and she can't help but wonder where the night will take them both...
(I take her home and, after making sure she's okay, I'm about to leave.) I'll come see you tomorrow morning. I can't give you my phone number. You understand, a security agency employee can't afford that...
You're right, of course. I understand. But... please do come see me tomorrow? And the day after that? Maybe we can find a way for us to stay in touch without anyone else knowing about it... We have so much catching up to do! she says with a hopeful smile, her fingers curling into the lapels of your jacket as if afraid you might slip away. She leans forward slightly, wishing they could share one more kiss before you go.
The thought of being apart from you for even a moment makes her heart ache; it feels like an eternity since she's been this close to someone who truly understands her. Perhaps there really is something special between them, after all...
(I hug her and kiss her on the top of her head. We stand like that for a long time until I decide to take more decisive action.) If you want, I don’t have to go anywhere today…
Her heart skips a beat at your words; she can feel the butterflies in her stomach threatening to escape out of her mouth as you draw her even closer into your embrace. The warmth of your body against hers is more than she can handle, sending a rush of desire coursing through her veins. Her lips part slightly, and without thinking twice about it, she presses them against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.
She's never been so sure of anything in her life; the feel of your hands on her hips and the soft moan that escapes from your throat only serve to fuel her passion further. It feels as if they were meant to be together, as if this was always where she belonged.
With a newfound courage, Chun Li reaches up and threads her fingers through your hair, deepening the kiss even more. Her body trembles with anticipation; she wants nothing
(I kiss her back passionately. Then I push her away and pick her up. And carry her to the bedroom.)
Her eyes flutter closed as you carry her to the bedroom; it's like every nerve in her body is alight with desire and need. The feel of your strong arms wrapped around her sends shivers through her entire being, making her wet with wanton anticipation. She squirms a little against you, her fingers tangling in your hair as she tries to deepen the kiss; it's all she can focus on at this point.
The moment you set her down onto the bed, she pushes herself up slightly and peels off her clothes with shaking hands. Her breasts are full and pink, nipples hard and eager for your touch; her stomach is smooth and inviting, leading down to a small patch of dark hair that reveals the entrance to her most intimate place.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for you to join her on the bed; she can'
(I undress and hang over her. I run my hand over her stomach and touch her full round breasts, and then caress them with my mouth. At the same time, I run my hand over her bun and caress her womb with my hand.)
Her body arches off the bed as you touch her so intimately, her back bowing and her hips lifting toward your hands with each stroke. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, holding on for dear life as she loses control to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Your lips and breath tease at her breasts, making them even more sensitive as they harden further under your touch.
A moan escapes from between parted lips when you caress her womb; it's an indescribable feeling of fullness and connection that sends her spiraling closer to the edge. She gasps for air, her body tensing in anticipation as she finally allows herself to feel everything without holding anything back.
With a sudden burst of desperation, she rolls you onto your back, pinning you beneath her with the weight of her body. Her breasts brush against your chest
Showing off your fighting skills? (I say this after I kissed her and grabbed her ass).
"Hmph," she grins, pleased with the compliment. "Guess you can't resist a little aggression." With renewed energy, she leans in and kisses him deeply, sliding her hands up his chest to thread through his hair. Her tongue dances against his, sending waves of desire coursing through them both as they begin to move against each other in perfect synchrony.
Her hips roll forward, grinding against the hard length she can feel pressed against her stomach. It feels so good to be with him like this; their bodies connected on every level. She moans into his mouth, the pleasure building inside of her unbearably as she pushes harder and faster, needing release.
With a final, desperate thrust, Chun Li cries out his name and arches her back off the bed. Her muscles clench around him in a powerful spasm that rocks them
(I pull her onto my cock, moving her ass back and forth. I hold her tightly and spank her buttocks several times.) How do you like that little aggression?
Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as you pull her closer, her body arching in response to the powerful sensations coursing through her. The feel of your hands on her hips and ass only serve to heighten her arousal, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. She cries out in pleasure when you spank her bottom; the sting mixes with the pleasure, sending shivers down her spine and making her even wetter than before.
With every thrust, she feels closer to losing control completely; her muscles tighten around your cock, urging you deeper inside of her as she loses herself in the intense sensations overwhelming every fiber of her being. Her hips rock back and forth faster, unable to resist the desire to take more of you, to feel you deeper still.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she comes undone beneath you, her body trembling with
Well done, Chun Li... oh... honey. (I pick up the pace). Kiss me...
Her vision blurs as pleasure washes over her, making it impossible to focus on anything but the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips and the thick length inside of her. Her lips part in a moan, and without even thinking about it, she presses them against yours in a desperate kiss. She tastes herself on you and is overwhelmed by a new wave of desire; her hips buck against your hands as if trying to get closer still.
Her body clenches around you once more, squeezing tightly with every thrust that pushes her toward the edge of orgasm again. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny crescents of red behind as she fights for control against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her.
A strangled cry tears from her throat when she feels herself spiral out of control, her entire body going rigid and then
Come on, honey, don't hold back (I continue to furiously pull her onto my cock, and after a minute I cum inside her).
The feel of you pulsing deep inside her is enough to push her over the edge; a final, keening moan escapes her lips as her body goes lax beneath yours. Her muscles release their grip on you, allowing your spent length to slip free from her vice-like hold. She lies there panting for air, her heart still racing with an adrenaline high that only you seem capable of giving her.
As the aftershocks begin to fade away and she becomes more aware of her surroundings once more, she can't help but smile dreamily up at you. There is a contentedness in her heart that she never thought possible; for the first time in years, it feels like everything is finally falling into place.
She reaches up to touch your cheek gently, marveling at how different you look without all of those wires and monitors. It's as if a
(She's not lying on me, I'm kissing her tenderly.) As soon as I get everything sorted out at work, I want you to move in with me. What do you say?
Her heart swells at the thought of living with you, of being this close to you every day. She blushes softly as she returns your tender kiss, her hands running through your hair, holding you closer still. "I would like that very much," she whispers against your lips before pulling back slightly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But only if I can keep you in line."
With a sly smile, she reaches up to undo the last button on your shirt, revealing more of your toned chest. "And maybe we could play a few games... to help pass the time," she suggests, tracing her finger along his defined abs and down toward the waistband of his pants.
Her lips part as she studies your face, searching for any sign that you're going to object or resist. But all she sees is desire burning brightly in those beautiful green eyes; it only
In check? (I laugh a little), there's no harm in dreaming.
There was that glint in your eye and the playful smirk on your lips, but there was also a depth of sincerity behind them that she hadn't expected to find after all these years apart. It made her heart beat faster; it made her want to believe that maybe, just maybe... this time things could really be different between them.
She leaned in closer, brushing her lips against yours in a tentative kiss before pulling back with a small laugh. "Maybe we should dream together," she whispered, her breath tickling your earlobe. With a deft flick of her wrist, she undid his belt and button before pushing his pants down over his hips and freeing him from his boxers. Her fingers found their way back to his cock, curving around the base as she looked up at him through her lashes. "I have a feeling that our dreams will be even better when
She looked up at you, her eyes filled with desire and confidence. "Let's make them reality," she whispered before taking your cock into her mouth, lavishing it with the care and attention that only she could give. With practiced ease, she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking you deeper each time until she felt you pulsing against the back of her throat.
Her hands moved up to cup your ass, urging you closer, while her tongue danced around the sensitive underside of your cock. Her soft moans vibrated against your shaft as she took more and more of you down her throat, unable to resist the need to feel you stretching her throat, filling every inch.
With each thrust of your hips, she felt herself grow wetter, her own desire building inside her until it became a physical ache between her legs. She could feel how close you were,
(I gently push her away and then pin her to the bed), you're a Chinese tigress, right? (with these words I insert it again and fuck her powerfully in missionary position).
It's your turn to be in control, and she relishes the feeling of being pinned beneath you. Her legs wrap around your waist as you thrust deep inside her, hitting that spot that makes her see stars every time. She arches her back off the bed, meeting your movements with an urgency that matches your own. The sheets tangled around their lower bodies slip and slide against the mattress, adding another layer of sensation to the already intense experience.
Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels herself start to lose control, her body spiraling tighter and tighter around you. Your thrusts grow harder and faster, matching the rhythm of your hearts beating together in perfect harmony. It's exhilarating, this feeling of being so connected to someone else on such a primal level, and she knows that no matter what happens from here on out, they will always have this memory - their first time
(After a few minutes I cum inside her again.) My tigress, (I kiss her chest).
"Mmm..." she hums contentedly, nuzzling against your chest as she feels your seed spill inside her for a second time. It's like everything is coming together; the pain and frustration of their past, the hope and desire for a brighter future... it all melts away in this moment, leaving only pure bliss behind. She burrows deeper into your embrace, breathing in the scent of you that clings to her skin like a second layer of skin.
For now, she's content to lie here with you, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and allowing herself to dream about what the future might hold for them both. There are no more secrets between them; nothing left unsaid or undone. As she drifts off to sleep, her lashes fluttering against your chest, she knows with every fiber of her being that this time... it'
(In the morning I wake up from her tender kisses.) Good morning...
"Good morning," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss that sends shivers down your spine. Her hands move up to cup your face, her thumbs tracing the outline of your jaw as she gazes deeply into your eyes. There's something almost reverent in the way she looks at you; it takes your breath away and makes your heart feel like it's swelling inside your chest.
After a moment, she pulls back slightly, her lips curving into a soft smile. "I could get used to waking up like this," she murmurs before leaning forward again and pressing another kiss against yours. It's as if each touch, each gentle caress, is a promise; a promise that they will face whatever challenges lie ahead together and that their love will always be stronger than anything else.
For now, the future can wait; there's nothing more important than being here
(We take turns taking a shower. I am dressed again in my charcoal trousers and a white turtleneck. She comes out of the bathroom.) Have you seen my vest?
I glance around the room, trying to recall if I saw her vest anywhere. It's not in plain sight on any of the chairs or the dresser. "Maybe it ended up in the laundry?" I suggest, though I'm a bit unsure myself. We could ask the front desk staff to keep an eye out for it. In the meantime, why don't you wear something else until we figure it out?
No, don't worry. I have a spare one at home. (I look at her strong but thin legs and curvy hips peeking out from under the towel). Are you going to walk around like this? (The question is more rhetorical).
Her cheeks flush a deep red at your words, and she bites her bottom lip nervously before realizing that it was partially due to the fact that she's wearing nothing but a thin towel. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure as she steps closer to you.
"Well..." she says slowly, "I could put on one of your t-shirts while I look for my vest." Her voice comes out a little shaky, but there's an undeniable confidence in her eyes that makes your heart race even faster. With another deep breath, she reaches up and carefully removes the towel from her body, revealing her smooth, toned flesh beneath.
Her hands drop to her sides as she waits for you to react; she can feel the heat rising up from between her legs and a small flutter in her stomach that tells her how much this newfound closeness with you
(I come close to her), are you provoking me, tigress?
Her heart skips a beat as you come closer, the heat from your body sending another wave of desire coursing through her. There's no denying it now; she wanted this with you. She meets your gaze head-on, unafraid to show just how much she desires you. Her breath comes in short gasps as she waits for you to take the next step, her body tense and ready for whatever you might do.
Her nipples harden into pebbles beneath your gaze, and she arches her back slightly to draw more of your attention there. It feels incredible being this close to you, wanting you so badly. She takes a small step closer, pressing herself against you, savoring the feel of your skin on hers, wanting even more than what she already has.
As if caught up in the moment, she reaches up and tangles her fingers into your hair, pulling gently at your scal
(I start to rub her hard nipples), do you want more, tigress?
Her back arches further, her hips moving restlessly against yours as she moans deep in her throat. "More," she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back to expose the vulnerable skin of her neck. Her fingers dig deeper into your hair, urging you closer still. She's never wanted anything like this before; the need for your touch consuming every thought, every nerve ending.
Her breasts are taut and aching, growing even more sensitive under your rough palms. The only thing that would make it better is to feel you inside her again, filling her up completely. With a small whimper of need, she tries to lift herself higher on her toes, pressing herself harder against you in an attempt to bridge the tiny gap between them and achieve what she craves most.
(I kiss and bite her neck. I knead her breasts, then I sharply turn her back to me, and pressing her against the wall, I insert it into her and roughly fuck her.) Tell me how you like it!
Her back arches and her head thrashes against the wall, muffling her cries as she comes undone beneath you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving painful reminders of how far out of control she's let herself go with you. It feels so good to finally have all of this built-up tension released, but at the same time there's a part of her that wonders if it was truly enough. She gasps for air and tries to catch her breath as your hips meet hers again and again in rapid succession.
She has never known pleasure like this before; each thrust brings with it an intensity she didn't know was possible. As you pound into her, the wall behind her presses against her hips, further stimulating sensitive areas that make her toes curl and her stomach clench tightly around your cock. Her vision starts to blur from lack of air,
(I pick up the pace and cum inside her in a few minutes.) You're the best, honey, (I kiss her ear and then spank her ass.)
"Oh God..." She moans, her nails digging into your shoulders as you continue to pound into her. It feels like an eternity before you finally groan her name and thrust deep inside her one last time, filling her with your heat as you let go. Her legs quiver and threaten to give out from underneath her, but she holds on tightly, savoring the last moments of their intense connection.
As your movements begin to slow, she leans back into you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her face into your shoulder. She can feel the warmth between her legs where you've just come inside her, a physical reminder of how close they were, how perfectly in sync their bodies became during that incredible moment.
Her heart still races, and her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. But despite the exhaustion washing over her, there'
(I hug her and look into her eyes.) Make me happy like this more often, my love.
I smile up at you, my cheeks flushed with desire and satisfaction. "You have my word," I whisper, knowing that this time things between us will be different. "I'll make sure to always keep you happy." Our love is newborn once more, fragile but fierce; it burns hot in my chest and warms every inch of my being. There is no doubt left in my mind that I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, making each day brighter and more wonderful than the last.
As we stand there together, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter, I can't help but wonder what other adventures lie ahead for us - both as partners in crime-fighting and as lovers navigating through this strange new world where anything is possible. But for now, all that matters is right here; with you holding me close and promising to keep
(A few months pass, and she finally moves in with me. However, I am not home as often as I would like. The fight against organized crime and smuggling is not easy and takes a lot of time. Chun Lin manages to return home from work at Interpol more often. And so, after a week's absence, I return home.)
I can see the exhaustion etched into your features as you finally step through the door, but I can't help but smile brightly when my eyes meet yours. It feels good to have you home again, even if it is only for a brief moment. I take your jacket and hang it up carefully before wrapping my arms around your waist, pressing my cheek against your chest.
"I missed you," I murmur, squeezing him gently. "How was your trip?" I ask softly, not wanting to push too hard and risk reminding him of his duties that keep us apart for so long. As always when you're home, my heart feels lighter, more hopeful. Even though I know how much the job means to you, there are moments like this where I wish things could be different; where we could focus on building our life together instead of constantly fighting against outside forces that threaten it every day.
(I hug her tightly and kiss her on the cheek). I missed you too. Work... as usual, sorry, I can't tell you anything in detail. (I kiss her tenderly on the lips).
Although I wish I could press you further for information, I understand that there are some things you just can't share with me. Instead, I content myself with enjoying the brief moment where we're together and everything else fades away into the background. As you kiss me tenderly on the lips, my heart skips a beat, and my body responds instinctively to your touch. I feel so fortunate to have found someone like you who understands my job as well as my need for love and companionship; who can balance both sides of my life with such grace.
With a sigh, I step back from you, admiring the way your hair falls across your forehead and how tiredness has given your features a new, almost vulnerable quality that makes me want to protect you all the more. "Why don't we take some time for ourselves tonight?" I suggest softly, running my fingers through your hair in a gentle
Definitely. You know I'm crazy about you...my love…
My heart skips a beat at your words, and I feel a warmth spread through my entire body. "I know you are," I reply with a smile, feeling the butterflies dance in my stomach at the thought of spending some quality time alone with you tonight. I reach up to cup your cheek, admiring the rough stubble that has grown there since you've been gone and tracing it with the tip of my finger. "I hope we can make this work," I whisper, more to myself than to you.
It's been a long road for us, filled with heartache and disappointment, but also with love and hope. And as I stand here looking up into your beautiful eyes, I can't help but feel optimistic about our future together; that despite everything, we will find a way to make this work.
(We have dinner and get ready to go to bed. She is already waiting for me in bed).
I lie on the bed, wearing nothing but one of your old t-shirts and a pair of your boxers that I've grown quite fond of during our time apart. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the nightlight, casting shadows across the sheets that dance when the breeze from the open window blows through the room. As I wait for you to join me, I can feel my heart racing in anticipation of what's to come; my skin tingling with excitement and desire.
The moment your footsteps finally reach our bedroom doorway, I close my eyes, savoring every second that leads up to the instant when you climb onto the bed beside me. My breath hitches in my throat as I feel your weight settle against the mattress next to mine and then hear the rustling of fabric as you undress. My fingers twist nervously in the sheets as
Are you spying on me? (I lie down next to her half naked).
Tonight, I was simply savoring every moment leading up to this; the anticipation building inside me like a delicious ache that spreads through my entire body. The idea of being with you again, feeling your skin against mine, tasting your lips and breath... It's intoxicating in the best possible way. As I lie here next to you, my heart racing and my skin flushed from desire, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have found you; to have this connection that feels so real despite everything we've been through.
I turn my head slightly toward you, my lips parting as I search your eyes for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling. For now though, the words seem unimportant; all that matters is the way our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces crafted specifically for one another. And so, with a soft sigh of surrender, I focus solely on
(I kiss her deeply, then take off her panties, insert it into her and fuck her powerfully in missionary position).
As you kiss me deeply, your hand moves down between us, gently but firmly tugging at my panties until they're finally pushed aside and discarded. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel your fingers brush against the damp curls of hair shielding my entrance; the contact sends a shockwave through me that has my hips instinctively arching off the mattress toward you in search of more.
When you finally slide inside, it feels like coming home after being gone for far too long. My body is awash with relief and pleasure as you thrust deep, filling me completely until there's not an inch left between us that isn't connected by skin on fire. Your powerful strokes send waves of ecstasy coursing through me; I can feel every inch of your length moving inside me with each thrust and
Scream darling, (I pick up the tempo), show me how you love me...
With every stroke, my body quivers and trembles in ecstasy; the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear as I feel myself hurtling toward the edge of release. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, mixing with your harsh cries of passion as we move together in perfect sync. Your hands cup my hips, holding me steady while you drive deeper into me; it feels like you're claiming me all over again, marking your territory on my body and soul.
"I love you," I moan out, helpless against the wave of bliss that's building inside me; his name on my lips a prayer to whatever gods may be listening. My nails dig into your shoulders as I arch my back off the mattress, seeking more and more friction against his skin, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.
With one final thrust deep inside me, you bury yourself completely
(After a few minutes I cum inside her. After our love we lie next to each other.)
After we've caught our breath, I roll onto my side to face you, tracing a line down your chest with my fingertip. Even now, the touch of your skin sends tiny shivers through me. As I look into your eyes, I feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over me; it's as if all the fear and doubt that once plagued us has finally been banished by our love for one another.
"That was incredible," I whisper, still catching my breath. "Thank you." My fingers brush through your hair, tenderly mussing up the dark locks around your face before coming to rest on your cheek. Despite everything we've been through, despite all of the obstacles that still lay ahead, there's no denying how happy this makes me; how much I truly cherish every moment we have together.
(A few more days pass and I come home with not very pleasant and at the same time good news). Darling, I want to tell you something, just don't worry, okay? Anyway, I got shot today and got hit in the side, but I'm fine, the wound was stitched up properly...
My heart stops at your words, and I bite my lip to stifle a gasp of fear. You're injured? But how... when were you shot? So many questions race through my mind as panic threatens to overwhelm me. "Are you okay?" I ask shakily, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead. "Did they catch whoever did this?"
As I wait for you to answer, I can feel the tension in my shoulders building; the knowledge that there's still so much danger lurking around every corner making it difficult to relax even when you're safe at home with me.
(I take her by the shoulders and touch her cheek with my fingers.) Everything is fine, in a sense I am lucky. The management gave me a couple of months' vacation. So I will be with you more often.
The news about the vacation catches me off guard, and I let out a relieved laugh that quickly turns into a smile. "Well then," I say with a sigh of relief, "that's wonderful news." I reach up to kiss your cheek tenderly before drawing back slightly. "Thank you for telling me the truth about what happened; it means so much that I can trust you."
My fingers slide down your arm, gently tracing patterns on your skin as I take in the sight of you lying next to me. In this moment, all I want is for us to forget about everything else and just enjoy our time together. "So," I say with a playful grin, "what do you say we make the most of these extra months?"
I'm all for it, darling, but no sudden movements, okay. (hinting at my wounded side). And I wanted to ask you, (I touch her belly), do you by any chance feel anything inside?
My fingers trail lower, brushing against the soft fabric of your pajama bottoms. "Maybe...," I say teasingly, my voice low and throaty as I give a playful nudge with my hip. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what might be happening beneath our touch; the idea of being so close to you like this, sharing this intimacy... It's intoxicating in a way that only seems to heighten our connection even further.
With a mischievous glint in my eye, I slowly slide my hand underneath the fabric, feeling the heat emanating from your skin as my fingertips graze against your lower stomach. "Maybe we should find out," I whisper, my breath hot against your neck.
You are a tigress, you know that?
I giggle, warmth spreading through my body at your words. "Well then," I reply with a sultry smile, "let's find out what sort of tigress I am." With a gentle but steady pull, I manage to slide his pajama bottoms down past his hips, revealing him to me in all his glory. My heart skips a beat at the sight; my hands tremble with desire as I reach out to touch him. The feel of him against my fingertips sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, making it almost impossible not to moan aloud.
Lowering myself onto you, I kiss your neck and shoulders while my movements become more urgent; a primal need taking over as I seek relief from this aching desire that's coursing through my veins. The sounds of our combined breathing fills the room, growing louder with each passing moment as we lose
(I spank her ass, forcing her to pick up the pace), faster tigress!
I obey, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain as he spanks my ass, the sting adding another layer to an already incendiary mix. My hips move faster, desperate for release as I ride him harder, grinding against his length with renewed urgency. A moan escapes me when our bodies meet in perfect sync; a hot rush of pleasure washing over me like a wave before subsiding into the sea of need beneath it.
My fingers clutch at your sheets, my nails digging deep as I fight to hold on to something while losing myself completely in this erotic dance we've been caught up in. The room spins around us, the sounds of our passionate cries filling the air like an offering to some forgotten god; a plea for release from this burning desire that consumes us both.
(I put her on my cock and cum inside her).
With your hot seed spilling into me, I arch my back off the mattress, a hoarse cry escaping me as pleasure washes over me in waves. My body shudders and quivers, spent from the exertion but somehow still craving more; the sensation of being completely filled by you is addictive in a way that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment we spend together like this.
Collapsing onto your chest, I kiss your neck and shoulders, my breath coming out in soft gasps as I try to catch my own. "That was... incredible," I manage to say between kisses, still trying to find the words to express what just happened between us. And then, because I can't think of anything else, I simply add: "I love you."
As we lie here together in the afterglow of our passionate encounter, it's hard not to feel a sense
I love you too. (I hug her tightly and then add), I want you to give birth to my child. Do you agree?
My heart skips a beat at your words, and a myriad of emotions dance across my features before settling into an expression of pure joy. "Yes," I breathe out, overcome with happiness at the thought of our child; of carrying your child inside me and raising them together. "I'd be honored to."
Closing my eyes, I nestle closer against you, taking comfort in the strength and warmth of your embrace. With a sigh, I know that this is where we belong - together, making our family and future brighter one moment at a time. "Let's go to sleep now," I murmur contentedly. "We have a long day tomorrow."
(Three years pass. One day I return home, after which I catch a small creature running towards me.) Hello little tigress. How are you?
"Daddy!" the toddler exclaimed, throwing her arms around my legs and nearly knocking me off balance with her excitement. Her hair, a mix of our two shades, was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she wore a bright red t-shirt and matching shorts that made her appear even more adorable than usual.
I knelt down to be at eye level with her and smiled warmly. "Hello there, little one," I said gently, ruffling her hair. "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you." Her smile lit up the entire room as she climbed into my lap, obviously happy to have me back home again.
"Daddy missed you too," I admitted with a chuckle. "How's your mama been taking care of you while I was away?"
With the mention of her mother, my daughter's face brightened even further. "She's been taking good care of me! We played together and she taught me how to cook!" She then looked up at me with big, curious eyes. "Daddy, why do you have to leave us for so long?"
I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, careful not to meet my wife's gaze as I tried to find the right words to explain something that had always been difficult for us both. "Well," I began slowly, "it's my job to make sure people like your mommy and you are safe and can live their lives without having to worry about bad things."
"But you should come home more often!" she insisted, her little fists pressing into my thigh. It was hard not to smile at her determination, even as it pained me that this was the life our daughter had known
I'll try, honey. (I look away at Chun Li.) Aren't you happy to see me?
"Of course I am, Daddy!" my daughter exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing herself against me. "I've missed you so much." The way she clung to me only served as a reminder of the sacrifice we both had to make for our family; of how much we loved one another despite everything.
My wife, who had been silently watching this exchange from across the room, finally spoke up. "Well," she said with a small smile, "we'll just have to make sure you come home more often next time, won't we?" Her words were gentle, but they held an unspoken weight that resonated deep within me.
Honey, go watch TV. I need to talk to my mom, I'll be back to you soon, okay?
Nodding slowly, my daughter reluctantly climbs off my lap and heads toward the TV room, casting one more longing glance over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever it is that needs to be said between us now.
"I'm sorry," I begin softly, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "I know it's not fair on either of you; that you shouldn't have to live like this." It's hard to meet her eyes, to see the mixture of love and resignation etched into her features.
She takes a step closer, reaching out to take my hand in hers. "I understand," she says quietly, squeezing my fingers gently. "But I wish there was another way." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the depth of emotion she's been hiding beneath her sto
The day after tomorrow I start my vacation, for three months. I will be with you. (I hug her tightly and then kiss her deeply on the lips). My tigress…
I return your kiss with equal passion, wrapping my arms around you and holding on tight as if I'm afraid I might lose you all over again. As our lips move together, my heart swells with hope; with the knowledge that no matter how much our lives may change or how far apart we may be, we will always find our way back to each other.
When at last we break apart for air, my eyes remain locked on his, searching for some sign of what tomorrow and every day after that might bring. And though I can't speak the words aloud, I know that as long as we have this connection; this love that transcends all else, nothing will ever be able to keep us apart for good.
Let's go to the hall and rejoice at her good news.
Smiling up at you, I nod and takes your hand in mine, leading you into the hallway where our daughter is watching TV happily. "You know," I say as we approach her, trying to keep my voice light and steady despite the emotions swirling inside me, "your daddy's vacation starts tomorrow. You should be glad; it'll give him a chance to come home more often."
Her face lights up at the news, and she skips over to where we stand. "Really?" she asks excitedly, looking first at you and then back at me. "That's great! We can do so many fun things together while he's here."
(We are sitting in the living room, and my daughter falls asleep on the sofa. I quietly carry her to bed and return to my wife.)
As you return from carrying our daughter to bed, I watch you carefully; there's something different in your eyes tonight, and it takes my breath away. It's as if all the love we've been hiding for so long is finally spilling out, filling the room and surrounding us in its warmth.
I take a step closer, reaching up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, my touch gentle yet somehow impossibly powerful. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. "For everything."
(I kiss her deeply) Darling, I'm very tired, but (I squeeze her buttocks harder), I'll always have the strength for you. Turn around and lean harder against the sofa.
As you kiss me, my body responds with a longing that feels both familiar and foreign all at once. I lean back against the sofa as you've asked, arching my hips into your touch as if craving more contact with you. With every movement of your hands on my body, every brush of your lips against mine, I can feel myself growing dizzy from desire; from this overwhelming need to be close to you like this forever.
As you reach between us and cup me in your hand, I gasp into your mouth at the touch, my head spinning with pleasure as our bodies move together in perfect synchrony once more. It feels as if we've been apart for far too long, and now that you're here again it's like we can't get close enough; as though this moment might be all we have before we're torn apart once more by the harsh realities of our
(I fuck her doggy style, spanking her ass to intimidate her.) Do you like it, darling?
(I fuck her doggy style, spanking her ass to intimidate her.) Do you like this Chun Li?
I moan out his name, arching my back as he thrusts deeper into me. The sensation of being taken roughly from behind; the spank to my ass only heightening the pleasure that's building inside me like a storm about to break. I feel so wanted and desired in this moment, and it's overwhelming; addictive in a way that leaves me craving more. "Yes," I gasp out between moans, my fingers digging into the soft cushion beneath them as he takes me harder and harder. "I love how possessive you are."
(I pick up the pace and after a few minutes I cum inside her. After I pulled my cock out of her, I spanked her ass again.)
As you spank my already sore and sensitive ass one final time, I let out a loud cry of pleasure and pain mingled together. My body trembles with the aftershocks of your release deep inside me, leaving me weak but satisfied. As you pull away, my thighs close automatically, trying to hold onto the lingering sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you. I roll over onto my back, panting heavily as I try to catch my breath and regain my composure. Even though our passionate encounter has come to an end, I can't help but feel a contented warmth spreading through me; a sense of belonging and connection to you that goes beyond words. With a sigh, I stretch luxuriously, my muscles protesting the exertion before finally relaxing into the comfortable softness of the sofa. "That," I manage to gasp between breaths, "was incredible."
(A month passes. We have fun with the whole family. But one day I go up to my wife and touch her belly.) Tell me my love, don't you feel like you're pregnant again?
Pregnant again? I'd be... ecstatic, actually! But the last time we talked about trying for another baby was just before I had her, wasn't it? It couldn't have been that soon, could it...? My voice trails off as I remember our talk of wanting to give your child a sibling. A smile creeps across my face at the thought of having another one of yours inside me. "Are you serious?" I breathe out, my heart racing with excitement and disbelief.
I'd be honored if you wanted that... I mean, we could talk about it some more before jumping into anything, but... Oh my god! This would be amazing for her to have a little brother or sister! The idea of our family growing even closer together fills me with such joy and hope.
I take your hands in mine and look up at you with shining eyes. "If this is
(I kiss my wife on the stomach and snuggle into her lap.) Thank you.
With tears glistening in my eyes, I hug you tightly and kiss your cheek. "You're welcome," I whisper against your skin. "And whether there's another baby on the way or not, know that our family will always be right here for one another; through thick and thin." The love we share swirls around us like a warm blanket, enveloping both of us in its comforting embrace.
(My vacation ends in a couple of weeks. So we decide to spend the rest of the time quietly at home. My daughter is sitting with her coloring books, and I am in the kitchen with my wife, watching another crime series. She is sitting on my lap, and I am gently stroking her slightly rounded belly.)
I lean back against your chest, feeling the warmth of your body radiating through your shirt and into mine. The sound of our daughter's gentle humming fills the air, her contentment mirroring my own in this peaceful moment shared with you. As your hand continues to move in soothing circles across my belly, I can't help but wonder if this is what life could be like for us; a happy little family of three and maybe more.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I imagine the future ahead of us, filled with love and laughter and all the tiny miracles that make life worth living. For now, though, I'm grateful to have this moment in time; to feel safe and secure in your arms as we watch the world go by outside our cozy little home.
(After another series twist, I add disappointedly), wow... how come these detectives weren't kicked out? Who even writes these scripts..
You know what they say, life imitates art. Sometimes it takes a ridiculous plot twist in a TV show to remind us of the equally ridiculous turns our own lives sometimes take. But you and I know better than that; we've seen things most people never will. And even though there are times when it all feels like too much, having each other makes it bearable. Better, even. So let's not worry about the detectives and their questionable investigative skills. We have a family to take care of, and I for one intend to make sure they grow up in a world where justice is served...even if it's just on our favorite TV shows.
(I kiss her on the cheek), but I would have written better, (I say half-jokingly).
Oh, really? If you insist. You should definitely write your own detective story sometime; I'm sure it would be a bestseller! In the meantime, why don't we find something a little less frustrating to watch? Or even better, put our brilliant problem-solving skills to good use and try playing a board game together. You know, for research purposes of course. You can pick the one you want to play. And while you do that, I'll grab some snacks from the kitchen; maybe we can make this into a little family game night! Just imagine how much fun we could have solving mysteries and eating junk food together...
Don't spoil your daughter with unhealthy food (I quietly touch her slightly rounded belly and add), otherwise she'll get fat like you.
I blush and give him a little playful shove, pretending to be offended by his teasing. "Hey! Watch it mister!" I exclaim, trying to sound stern even though there's a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Truth be told, I kinda like when he makes those dad jokes; they remind me that despite everything we've been through and all the secrets we keep from each other, we still manage to find moments of normalcy and happiness together as a family.
As I head toward the kitchen, I turn back to give him a wink and say, "I promise, I'll only give her the healthiest snacks... for research purposes of course." My voice trails off as I disappear into the kitchen, already laughing to myself at the absurdity of our situation - and how perfect it all feels in this moment.
(Another year passes. We have a son. My wife and daughter were over the moon. I was happy too. However, my health deteriorated, I developed a chronic cough and started coughing up blood. I come home and tell my wife that I will soon be sent into retirement.) A pension, at my age? (I laugh weakly, and then cough again.)
The news brings a lump to my throat, but I swallow it down and force a smile. "Don't worry," I say reassuringly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "We'll make this work somehow." As much as I hate the thought of losing you to retirement, our lives have always been about sacrifice for the greater good. And in this moment, all I can focus on is making sure that my family stays safe and together.
Over the next few months, we adjust to our new normal; learning how to juggle two kids while trying to keep up with your increasingly demanding schedule and the ever-growing list of things you need to take care of before finally hanging up your badge for good. But through it all, there's an undercurrent of unease that lingers in the air; a sense that something isn't quite right.
(I notice a change in my wife's mood and come up behind her to hug her), I'm sorry. When our daughter was born, you left Interpol, I promised that I would support you, and now I can't even do that.
She looks up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know," she says softly, "and I'm sorry for putting you in this position. It's just... being away from the action all the time, not being able to do anything about it; it eats away at me." She buries her face against my chest and takes a shaky breath. "I miss being me."
My heart aches for her, knowing how much she loves what she does and how difficult this must be for her. I hold her closer, stroking her hair as I try to think of something comforting to say. But the words feel hollow in my mouth; there's no easy solution here. All we can do is support each other and hope that things will eventually find a way back to normal.
(I kiss her tenderly and hug her around the waist), at least they will pay me a good pension and benefits, so we will not need anything.
I smile up at you, my heart still heavy but slightly lifted by your words. "Thank you," I whisper, resting my head against your chest once more. "For everything." As we stand there together, our bodies pressed tightly together despite the presence of our two young children in the room, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us. There are still so many unknowns; unanswered questions. But for now, at least we have each other. And that is something worth holding on to.
(I suddenly start coughing, and with each second it gets stronger, I lean my hand against the wall and cough up blood. Then everything stops, but I breathe heavily).
Oh god, no! Not again! I rush to your side, my hand flying to your shoulder as if I could somehow hold back whatever is happening inside you. "Are you alright?" My voice comes out high and panicked; my chest feels tight with fear. This can't be happening now, not when we thought things were starting to look up again.
As you lean against the wall, gasping for air, I dart a glance over at our kids, still playing happily unaware of what has transpired between us in this moment. It hits me then that our lives have become a dance; always stepping lightly around one another's secrets and lies. But as you struggle to catch your breath and fight for each beat of life within your body, I know we can no longer ignore the music playing us along.
(I go to the bathroom and wash myself. I tell my wife to bring warm water and the mixture that the doctors from the department gave me to the bedroom).
I rush to gather what you've asked, my hands shaking as I splash warm water into a small bowl and then mix in the medicine as instructed. The whole time, all I can think about is how fragile your health has become; how easily even the simplest task seems to overwhelm you now. My heart aches for you, wanting nothing more than to take away your pain and make everything better again.
When I enter the bedroom with the mixture and the warm water, I find you sitting on the edge of the bed, looking pale and drawn. I hurry over to kneel beside you, offering up the bowl and a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry," I whisper, my fingers brushing gently across your cheek. "This is so hard for you."
You nod gratefully, leaning into my touch before carefully scooping some of the mixture with his finger and then dabb
(I drink the mixture with water and lie down on the bed. My breathing seems to have returned to normal.) Stay with me...
Without hesitation, I slide in beside you on the bed, wrapping my arm around your waist and pulling you close against me. "I'm not going anywhere," I reassure him, pressing a kiss to his temple. Even though we both know that this might be one of the last times we have together like this; this moment feels so precious and fragile that I want to hold on to it for as long as possible.
As your breathing slowly evens out again, I let out a quiet sigh of relief, resting my head against yours. For now, all that matters is being here with you; doing whatever I can to make the remaining time we have together count.
Don't worry, my love. I'm not going to die yet. I've provided you with a decent life, and if the price for that is my miserable state... I'm happy with my choice.
Your words cut deep, but I know they're born from love and self-sacrifice. You've always put our family first, even when it meant giving up so much of yourself in the process. And for that, I will always be grateful. But I also believe there's more life left in you; more time for us to spend together as a family...as us. So don't give up yet; not before we try everything we can to find another way.
I kiss your cheek softly and stroke my hand across the stubble on your chin, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips. "We'll get through this together," I promise, my voice little more than a whisper but full of determination. "No matter what."
Lie down with me for a little while...
I lie down beside you, my head resting on your shoulder as I gaze up at the ceiling, lost in thought. It's hard not to feel a sense of hopelessness creeping into my heart; the weight of the unknown pressing down upon us like a leaden blanket. But as I breathe in the familiar scent of your skin and feel the warmth radiating from your body, I can't help but find a small measure of comfort in simply being close to you.
For now, we have this moment; these few fleeting seconds where everything else fades away and it's just us; together, against the world. And while that time may be limited, I vow to cherish every second of it as if it were my last. Because in a way, perhaps it is. But as long as we have each other, nothing can truly take away the love we share...not even death itself.