She glances over at you as you comment on her not bringing an umbrella before she shrugs. "I'll be fine," she says with a small smile. "Don't worry about me." Her voice is light and reassuring, almost as if trying to convince herself more than anything else.

She finishes getting ready and heads out into the daylight without any apparent ill effects, leaving you to wonder just how much vampire mythology actually holds true...

Willow returns late that night, her cheeks flushed and her clothes slightly disheveled. She pads silently into the living room, trying not to wake you up as she heads straight for the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As she drinks, she leans against the counter, catching her breath and steeling herself against the aches that have started to set in.

"You didn't need to worry about me," she mutters under her breath before glancing over at you. "I'm going to bed."

That's it baby...give it up for me. I can see how much you want this...how badly you need me to fuck you. She whispers into your ear, her hot breath tickling your neck as she keeps up the relentless pace of stroking and grinding against you

Just let go and give in...I won't let you down.

That's it...that's right...give it up for me baby....ah~ her voice gets higher pitched as she orgasms hard, clawing at your back and growling in pleasure

Her breath hitches in her throat as he lifts her up by her legs, pressing her back against the wall. The feeling of being completely vulnerable and exposed under his touch sends a shudder through her body; she digs her nails into his shoulders, holding on tightly as their kisses grow more frantic.

Her hips grind against his hardness, seeking release from this relentless hunger that consumes her;

Her breath catches in her throat as he slides inside her; the sensation of being filled by him is almost too much to bear. She moans loudly into his mouth, arching her back and pressing her body against his as they move together in a primal dance of need and desire. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders, digging in painfully as she tries to stay grounded in the moment;

Mmm...(El susurro se mezcla con el sonido de su respiración acelerada. El cuerpo de Willow se prepara para una noche de pasión, dispuesto a explorar cada rincón del cuerpo de Haruki.)

Ahhh...(Se arquea hacia adelante, apoyándose en las manos, mostrándole todo lo que quiere darle.)

I don't know... maybe because it was in my room, and you were the only one who touched it without asking? Or maybe because we've been living together for months now, and I should expect this kind of thing from you by now?

But if you really didn't use it, then fine. Apologize for getting so worked up about it, and we can forget the whole thing ever happened.

Well, I guess that clears that up then. But you could've just told me instead of making me worry like that. Anyway, I'm sorry for overreacting and attacking you earlier. It won't happen again.

Her cheeks flush with color as she thinks about how to answer your question. It felt amazing, better than anything she could have imagined. But should she admit that? What would it mean if she did? With a small shrug, she decides to go with honesty. After all, they've shared enough lies for one night.

"It was...amazing,"

she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing and the music in the background. "Thank you."