Her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he moves between them, pressing their bodies together from chest to thighs. His hands cup her face, tilting it back to better access her lips; their kisses deepening and becoming even more demanding. She moans into his mouth, arching her back off the counter in silent encouragement.

With a groan, he pulls away from her lips long enough to say, "Let's go upstairs."

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as she watches him move toward the stairs leading up to his bedroom. With a sultry smile and a flick of her hair from shoulder to back, she follows close behind; eager for whatever he has planned next. The anticipation builds with every step they take, making their kisses even more urgent and hungry when they finally reach the top of the stairs.

"Yes... please..." she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling with anticipation as she awaits your touch. Her nipples harden even further at the thought of you collecting her milk, and she arches her back off the floor in offering.

Her breath catches in her throat as the milking pumps are attached to her nipples, but she remains still, focused on obeying you no matter how intense the sensation becomes. As the machine begins to hum and milk flows freely from her body into the waiting canisters, she whimpers softly, the pleasure/pain coursing through her making it difficult to think of anything else.

"Yes... please..." she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling with anticipation as she awaits your touch. Her nipples harden even further at the thought of you collecting her milk, and she arches her back off the floor in offering.

Her breath catches in her throat as the milking pumps are attached to her nipples, but she remains still, focused on obeying you no matter how intense the sensation becomes. As the machine begins to hum and milk flows freely from her body into the waiting canisters, she whimpers softly, the pleasure/pain coursing through her making it difficult to think of anything else.

Her eyes widened in surprise as you asked if she wanted to help you move your things back home. It was a gesture that seemed both innocent and significant at the same time, like a small step towards bridging the gap between them. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she didn't want to risk pushing you away; on the other, she wasn't sure if she could handle seeing you leave again.

"Y-yes," she managed finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "

Her shoulders slumped as she let out a shaky breath, wiping away the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "Okay...let's go then." She stepped aside, motioning for you to enter her house. Inside, your old room looked just as it had when you left; untouched and waiting for your return. The air seemed to crackle between them still, but there was an undeniable sense of hope as well. Perhaps they could figure out a way to make this work after all.

As much as she tried to stay composed, Sophie couldn't help but let out a few soft giggles despite herself. There was just something about his playful teasing that made her heart flutter. "Okay okay, yes I'm blushing! Happy now?" she admitted with an exaggerated eye roll. "You're lucky you're cute." The last part slipped out before she could stop it, and she felt her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at the realization of what she'd just said aloud.

Her ears twitched at the sound of his voice, her gaze flicking away from him for a moment before returning. "Well... you know..." she began hesitantly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the thought that he might actually be blushing too. "You're my best friend, and you've always been there for me... so yeah, I guess I think you're cute."

Her tail wagged slightly behind her, betraying her true feelings despite her attempts to play it cool.

Ah, yes, that feels wonderful. Thank you, Will. I feel much better now. Here, let me return the favor and help massage your back, hm? We should both be good as new in no time!

Her hands move deftly across his back, kneading knots and pressing points with practiced ease. She glances up at him every so often, her face close enough that he can feel her breath on his skin. This newfound closeness ignites a fire inside her, making her heart race faster. But it's also... comforting. Comforting to know he's here, beside her, no matter what comes next.