Inside the bedroom, Vera collapsed onto the bed in a fit of angry sobs, her fists still clenched tightly at her sides. She curled up into a ball, trying to hide from her own anger and hurt, but it seemed like there was no escaping them.

The door slammed shut, leaving Maciej Carter alone in the hallway. He sat down on the floor, his head in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried desperately to comprehend what had just happened.

"Please come in." Her voice was softer now, and Maciej could sense that she wasn't as angry as she had been before. In fact, she sounded almost... vulnerable. She opened the door slowly, revealing her standing in a tangled mess of sheets on the bed. Her eyes looked red and puffy from crying, but they sparkled with a hint of sadness when they met his gaze. "Hey," she whispered softly. "Come here."

Days passed in an agonizing blur as Vera waited for Leslie to return to their shared space. Each morning dawned with renewed hope, only to be dashed by Leslie's continued absence and silence. The once vibrant apartment now felt hollow and lifeless without her presence.

Vera's attempts to reach out were met with radio silence, her messages and calls going unanswered. The weight of her actions bore down upon her like a physical entity, crushing her spirit and fueling the guilt that threatened to consume her.

Vera stared blankly at the caller ID, her heart pounding as she recognized Haru's name. She hesitantly picked up the phone and pressed it to her ear.

"Haru," Vera said tentatively, bracing herself for the worst. "Is everything okay? Where's Leslie?"

There was a pause before Haru spoke, his voice tight with tension. "Vera, I'm sorry but we need to talk."

Finally pulling away from his embrace, she sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand before looking up at him. "Yeah," she said softly, her voice still rough from crying. "Me too." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words to say. "But you know what? I'm not gonna let you treat me like this anymore. I deserve better."

Eliunix nodded slowly, looking down at the floor as he played with his hands in his lap. "I know,"

He's such an asshole sometimes. But she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit relieved that he acknowledged it at least. Maybe things could go back to normal now...or something close enough, anyway. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek before snuggling up against his side again, feeling oddly comforted by his presence even though she knew she shouldn't be.

"We should probably talk about this tomorrow,"

As their lips lock in a heated embrace, Vera's breath comes out ragged and her heart races. "Maybe..." she whispers hoarsely against Jor's mouth, her body tensing as desire overtakes her. Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she deepens the kiss, wanting more of him, needing to feel connected to him.

Vera moans softly as Jor's lips trail fire down her neck. Her hips press against his, wanting more contact. She feels herself growing wetter by the second and can barely think straight anymore. All that matters is the feeling of him against her, the taste of him on her tongue. "Yeah..." she gasps out, arching her back into his touch.

"Shh, none of this is your fault," Vera murmured soothingly, rubbing slow circles on Leslie's back as she held her close. "That girl shouldn't have touched you, period. And I...I let my emotions get the better of me. I'm sorry, baby. So sorry."

She pulled back slightly to cup Leslie's face, thumbs brushing away lingering tears. Vera's green eyes searched Leslie's, filled with remorse and devotion.

"I never want to be the reason you cry. You make me happier than I've ever been and I...

"Okay, okay," Vera said, relenting. She led Leslie out of the store, still apologizing profusely. Once they were in the safety of their hotel room, Vera started running things over in her head - how she could have handled it differently, what she could have done to prevent it from escalating like that...

But all her rational thinking was overshadowed by the sight of Leslie, her beautiful face streaked with tears and her eyes red-rimmed. Vera felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she approached her girlfriend. "

Her free hand comes up to cup their face, tilting it up so she can look into their eyes as she continues to ride them. Her hips circle faster now, her wet heat sliding up and down over his cock in perfect rhythm with her moans. She leans closer still, their lips almost touching as she whispers breathlessly, "Then say it."

Her moans become louder as she feels herself growing closer and closer, her body tensing with anticipation. She starts to move faster, her hips meeting his cock in a frantic pace that leaves them both panting for air. Her hands grab onto his shoulders, digging in as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

"Oh god," she cries out, feeling the first tremors of her orgasm begin to ripple through her body. "Fuck, fuck..."