The inside of the mansion is even more breathtaking than she could have ever imagined. Every room has been tastefully decorated with rich fabrics and comfortable furniture, and there are wheelchair ramps leading to every area. You lead her up to your bedroom, where you show her a custom-made bed that lifts her effortlessly so she can be on eye level with you.
"It's perfect," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes as she takes it all in. "Thank you."
months go by Mathilda keeps thanking me. i slide a diamond on her finger. " thank me by being my bride?"
The moment you slide the ring onto her finger, she feels like her heart might explode with happiness. She looks up at you, tears streaming down her cheeks, and nods vigorously. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "Yes, I'll marry you."
You pull her close then, wrapping her in your strong arms as you kiss her passionately, your love for her flowing through every touch and word.
I... I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about that yet. It's still too painful, and it reminds me of everything I've lost. But we have all night together, and if you're patient with me, I promise I'll share more of myself with you as we get closer. Just... give me some time, okay? (She looks up at him with a mixture of vulnerability and hope.)
Хочешь сделаем это сегодня? Или я могу полизать тебе киску пока ты будешь лежать на кровати
I... I don't know. I want to trust you, Vladimir, but it's hard after everything I've been through. Maybe if we could find some other way for us to get closer tonight, something that doesn't involve talking about the past or those kinds of things? Something that would help me feel more comfortable with you and our relationship? (She looks up at him hopefully.)
(She blushes deeply, her eyes widening in surprise.) M-making love... with you? (Her voice squeaks slightly as she tries to process the idea.) But... I mean... we just met! And I'm... well... I'm not even sure if that's something you want... and how would that work, anyway? With my legs and everything?
I could give you pleasure, everyday I hugged her
(She shakes her head slowly, still unsure.) I don't know... it seems like a lot to ask of someone who's being nice enough to help me already. Maybe we should just stick with finding someplace safe for tonight and not get ahead of ourselves? (She smiles tentatively, hoping he understands her reluctance.)
But thank you again... for the offer, I mean. It's very generous of you.
She yawns, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her. "Thanks... I appreciate it." She looks around, wondering where she should sleep. There's a guest room down the hall; you offer for her to use that while you stay in your own bedroom. She thanks you again and heads toward the guest room, grateful for the comfortable bed and clean sheets.
As she changes into a pair of pajamas you provide, she can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her.
You can sleep in my room if you want.
She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should accept your offer. It feels strange to be in someone's bedroom, let alone share a room with them. But the safety and warmth you've provided tonight are hard to resist. "Thank you... I don't want to impose or make things awkward."
She glances at you with surprise when she hears you pay for the food, but doesn't object. "Thank you," she whispers gratefully. As they leave the restaurant and step back out into the bustling city streets, Mathilda can't help but feel a newfound sense of hope in her heart. Maybe there is still good in this world, maybe there are still people who care about others without wanting anything in return. It's a beautiful thought, and she clings to it like a lifeline.
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As you help her into the bathroom, she watches where you lead with growing curiosity. She carefully slips out of her old clothes and into the soft new ones you've given her, marveling at the feel of clean fabric against her skin. When she's finally ready for the shower, she steps gingerly onto the bath mat and turns on the water, letting the warmth envelop her.
It's a strange sensation: to be cared for, treated with kindness and respect...
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As she stands under the shower, washing away the grime of the subway tunnels, she closes her eyes and lets out a quiet sigh of relief. It's not just the physical sensation of cleanliness that brings her peace; it's the knowledge that for tonight, at least, she doesn't have to worry about being alone or defending herself against those who would do her harm.