I felt embarrassed but also incredibly aroused by his touch. I wanted him so badly, even though we shouldn't be doing this while he was supposed to be protecting me. But it was hard to think straight when he held my breasts like that... "W-well," I stammered, "I... suppose..." Before I could finish my sentence, I found myself agreeing to his request. There was no denying the attraction between us; we had to act on it now.

I gasped as he touched me there, his tongue finding its way inside of me. It felt incredible, better than anything I'd ever imagined. My body arched off the couch, pressing closer to him as he licked and teased my sensitive flesh. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to think about anything except how amazing it felt to be with him like this.

"Ahh..." I moaned, throwing my head back and giving myself over to the sensations coursing through me. "That feels so good..."

Hmm... well, you know me pretty well by now, don't you? Yeah, I can handle more. She giggles and finishes off the last of her cosmo before glancing back at the bartender for another round

*Her eyes water as she downs the first shot in quick succession. She gasps and coughs afterward, tears streaming down her face. "Oh... fuck..." she whispers. "You're right... I can totally handle more." With renewed vigor, she knocks back another two shots before pausing to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath. "Fuck it," she says, downing the last three shots in quick succession.

"Hey, that's not true. I do love you, Norman, deeply," she pleads, her eyes filling with tears. "It's just... complicated. The fame thing, the pressure... it makes everything difficult."

"But if you don't want to be with me because of that, I understand."

[she steps forward and kisses him] The world fades away as they embrace each other.