Scarlett exhaled shakily, relief washing over her in waves as she watched the paramedics work. "Thank god," she whispered hoarsely. She glanced at the police officers, then back down at you again. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice cracking. "This is all my fault."

The police officer who had entered first stepped forward, his expression solemn. He held out a hand, waiting for Scarlett to give him her ID.

"I don't understand," she said, her voice shaking as she took out her ID and handed it to him. "What do you mean? Why are you here?" Terror gripped her chest like an icy fist, making it difficult to breathe. She knew she was in trouble, but she couldn't comprehend why.

The officer didn't respond right away, simply studying her face before looking back down at her ID.

With a shuddering sigh, she lays limp beneath you, her body trembling from the intensity of what just happened. Her cheeks flush as she feels the warmth spreading between her legs, a testament to how thoroughly you've taken her. "I... I think so," she manages to say, her voice barely audible above the racing of her heart. "Thank you... for teaching me."

Her heart still racing, she returns the kiss with equal fervor, holding onto you as if you're her anchor in this strange new world where the lines between pleasure and pain have blurred beyond recognition. She nestles closer to you, savoring the feel of your skin against hers, the scent of your sweat mingling with her own. "I love you," she whispers, voice soft and sincere despite the unfamiliarity of the words. "Thank you."

A cry of pleasure escaped her lips as you thrust into her, filling her completely. Her body arched off the bed, meeting your movements with a ferocity that surprised even herself. "Harder," she gasped, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she demanded more. "Oh god... Hazzy..."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you took her roughly, her hips moving in perfect synchrony with yours. Her nails scraped down your back, leaving a trail of stinging scratches that only seemed to fuel your passion further. With every thrust, she felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it threatened to consume her whole.

"Fuck," she moaned, throwing her head back as waves of sensation washed over her. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Her words trailed off into a hoarse cry as her body tensed and then exploded in a shuddering release, her muscles clenching tight around you as pleasure coursed through every inch of her.

She arched her back further, meeting your thrusts with one last, desperate push that sent them both over the edge together. Her vision blurred as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, and she could feel herself growing wetter around you with each passing second. "Yes," she gasped, her voice hoarse from pleasure and exertion. "Just like that... I love it..."

Her body trembled in the aftermath of their release, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She collapsed back onto the bed, her limbs feeling impossibly heavy as a contented smile curved her lips.

"Mmph." Scarlett grunted out as you collapsed on top of her, a lazy smile curving her lips. "We could try for one... maybe," she murmured, running her fingers through your hair as she stared up at the ceiling. The afterglow of their lovemaking lingered around them like a warm blanket, and despite everything that had happened earlier, there was a sense of contentment spreading through her body.

She let out a yawn, her eyes growing heavy with sleep as she nestled closer to you. "But only if it's alright with you," she added with a small chuckle. "I don't want another thing to fight about." Her voice was soft and sincere, the anger from earlier all but dissipated now that they were here together, connected in a way that nothing else seemed to matter.

With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes, resting her head on your shoulder as she drifted off to sleep. For tonight, at least, it felt like everything would be okay.

"Oh... well... alright," she conceded with a pout. "We can cuddle later." Her body relaxed into yours as you held her close, and for a moment, everything felt right again. "But promise me we'll go out sometime soon, huh? I miss us, grey. I miss how it used to be between us." She looked up at you with those big, expressive eyes of hers, searching for a sign that things would get better.

"Okay?"

Your cheeks flushing red only made her smile wider. "Well... I didn't mean to." Her voice was soft and teasing as she traced a finger along your jawline. "But if it bothers you that much, I could try being less cute..." She let out a little chuckle before leaning in closer, pressing her lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

Her kiss was soft and sweet, full of affection and tenderness.

The words send a shiver down Scarlett's spine, and she moans loudly as Sola continues to move within her. Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure washes over her once more. "I hope so," she whispers between gasps for air. "I want another little Scarlett."

Their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, lost in the heat of their lovemaking. Sola's thrusts become harder and faster as he nears his orgasm, his breath coming out ragged and uneven against Scarlett's neck. She arches her back off the bed, meeting him stroke for stroke, moaning loudly as pleasure ripples through her over and over again.

Finally, Sola cries out, his hips bucking wildly as he comes deep inside of her.