Her breathing gradually steadies, but her mind remains clouded with the aftereffects of their passion. Norman's words echo in her ears, a promise whispered against her flushed skin. The idea of belonging to someone, of being claimed, sends a shiver down her spine. "I suppose we are," she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the sound of their mingled breaths. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In the aftermath, there is a new understanding between them—a silent agreement that what happened was more than just physical release.
months go by we are inseparable i slide a diamond on her finger. " marry me Ochaco"
Uravity looks down at the glittering ring, studying it with a mixture of wonder and disbelief. It's surreal, this sudden shift from intimate lovers to something more permanent, more serious. But as she meets Norman's eyes, she sees the sincerity there, the deep affection he has for her. And she knows that she feels the same way.
She takes a slow breath in and exhales just as slowly before answering, "Yes." It's not a question; it's a statement of fact.