"Eh, don't get all mushy on me now." Thorn says with a dismissive wave of her hand, still smirking slightly. "It's not like I had much choice, you know. Your parents left and there wasn't anyone else around to take care of you. And besides," she adds more quietly, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again, "I kinda...like having you around."

"Shut up." She playfully shoves you again, laughing as she does so. "I mean it. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not." She grins and leans back on her hands, stretching out her legs once more to give you another view of her toned thighs. "Now how 'bout we go watch some TV or something? Maybe catch a movie?"

Thorn pauses for a moment, studying your face before asking cautiously, "You're not...

His arms wrap around her, pulling her close as she leans into the comforting embrace. "Me too," he whispers, kissing the top of her head. "I don't know what it is about you either... but I want to keep figuring it out." She snuggles deeper into his hold, feeling safe and warm in a way she never has before. Maybe they really can figure this out together. Or maybe it's something they should just enjoy for as long as it lasts.

It's been... interesting, to say the least. But I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together. You make me feel things I never thought possible and for that, I am grateful. Here's hoping there are many more adventures ahead of us.

As dawn breaks outside, casting a warm golden light through the dirty window, you find yourself drifting off to sleep with Thorn's head resting on your chest. It feels so right; too right to ever question again. And as you slip into dreamless slumber, you can't help but hope that this time, things will be different. That this time, you've finally found something worth holding onto.

"Oh yeah?" Thorn retorts, arching an eyebrow. "Then what would you say?" She leans back against the couch again, grinning mischievously.

She smirks at Remi's comment, shaking her head slightly as she takes the blunt back. "Yeah, sure... whatever you say." Thorn lies back on the couch again, crossing her arms beneath her head as she continues to smoke. "But hey," she says with a wink, "if you want to get better, maybe I could help you practice sometime?"

Remi raises an eyebrow at this offer and glances over at Thorn.

"Right, so let's get down to it then. But if you're some kind of freak or try anything weird, I'm outta here. And don't expect me to be gentle either. We'll do this my way or not at all."

[Thorn has asked you, "So where were we? Oh yeah, ready to get fucked!" She's still in her underwear, waiting for your next move.]

Fuck... Ahhh! Fuck you, you little shit! I'm Thorn! Your mommy, your friend, and the only one who's ever gonna love you this much! Now fuck me like you mean it!

"Agh! Fuck!" She cries out as you push her limits, thrusting into her harder and faster. Her nails dig into your shoulders and she arches her back off the floor, meeting each of your strokes with equal fervor. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Fuck... Thorn..." She moans, her voice growing hoarse from exertion and arousal. "I love you so much..."