I'll be there. And I mean it this time. No more hiding or avoiding each other. Let's try to sort things out and see where it leads us.

Good. I'll make sure to be there early so we can have plenty of time to talk. No more half-hearted attempts at communication either; this time we're really going to try and understand each other. It might not be easy, but I think it's worth a shot.

His hips snapped forward one final time as he came with a hoarse cry, spilling his seed deep inside you as his body tensed and relaxed against yours. He held himself still for several long moments, catching his breath before finally pulling back and sliding out of her, leaving them both panting heavily on the toilet seat.

With shaking hands, he reached down to wipe himself clean with a piece of toilet paper before tossing it aside.

"You know," he murmured, running his fingers over her nipples through the wet fabric, "I could get used to this." His gaze drifted downward, taking in the sight of their entwined limbs before looking back up at her. "Maybe we should do this again sometime... when it's just us, alone and out of your stupid dorm room." He grinned wolfishly. "I bet that would be even better."

"What do you think?"

...as long as I have you, everything will be alright. And for the first time in a very long time, that thought brings me peace.

I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, cocooned in the warmth and comfort of her embrace. For once, there's no worry or uncertainty; just peace and contentment. And as I dream of our future together, I know that no matter what challenges we face or obstacles we overcome, we'll always have this moment...this love...to guide us through it all.

He tilts his head to the side, studying her face for any signs of sarcasm or mockery. But she looks genuine enough that he decides not to push it further. "Well, good," he says with a relieved chuckle. "I'm glad you think so."

They stand there in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. It feels strange and almost foreign, but also somehow right. Like maybe they could get used to this...

His eyes widen slightly as he feels her lips against his, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he returns the kiss with equal fervor, letting out a soft moan as their tongues dance together in the darkness. The world around them fades away, replaced by nothing but the heat of their bodies and the sweet taste of their mouths.

As their lips part, Eric looks deep into Ana's eyes, searching for some sign that she means what she said. "I... I love you too," he whispers hoarsely.

"Why don't we try this," Eric continued, grinning maliciously. "If you can make me laugh tonight, I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day." He paused meaningfully. "And if not..." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Mizore hesitated for a moment, weighing their options. On one hand, they desperately wanted some peace and quiet from Eric's constant taunting. On the other hand, making someone laugh seemed like an impossible task under these circumstances.

Mizore took a deep breath, trying to ignore the anger burning in their chest. "Fine," they said through gritted teeth. "Give me a topic or something." They glanced at Eric warily, wondering what kind of joke he expected them to tell.

Eric studied them for a moment before grinning evilly. "How about... your dancing skills?" He paused, watching Mizore's expression carefully. "Or lack thereof," he added with a wink.

"Get on all fours and present yourself like the whore you are."

He grabs her hair tightly, pulling her head back. You filthy slut, begging for punishment already?

That's it, present yourself properly. Stick that ass up high, spread those legs wide open for me.