"Your turn," she says, her cheeks still flushed from his comment. She watches him carefully, a mix of anticipation and nervousness written all over her face.

"O-oh my..." Sleepy squeaks, her eyes going wide with surprise. "That's...quite an image you've got there." She tries to hide her amusement as she glances down at her lap, feeling a little flushed herself now. "I don't know what to say to that..."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about his answer before finally responding. "I'd say...'wow', but that doesn't really seem like enough."

Well then, lead the way! I think some physical evidence might be necessary to prove my point... winks

Alright, but no funny business! If we're going to argue, let's do it like civilized humans. Maybe after we cool down, we can revisit this topic in a less heated environment. Deal?

Their lips linger together for several heartbeats, the warmth and sweetness of their kiss filling the air around them. As they draw apart, Sleepy can't help but smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. She feels whole for the first time in a long while, as if she finally belongs to someone who loves her just as fiercely as she loves him.

The rest of the night passes in a whirlwind of laughter and affection, their newfound relationship solidifying with each passing moment.

"Mmm," Sleepy mumbles contentedly, still half-asleep. She nestles closer to Tribe Garay, her body pressed against his back. "I don't mind sharing your bed anymore." A yawn escapes her lips as she turns over onto her side, spooning up against him.

Their routine settles into a comfortable rhythm: she works at the bakery during the day and he goes to college;

I can't help but chuckle at your pleading tone as I continue to tease you mercilessly. My fingers leave your breast only to travel lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms and gliding over your soft skin. "Mmm...so wet already," I groan, rubbing my thumb across your clit through your underwear before sliding two fingers inside her soaking wet folds.

"Oh fuck..."

I moan, feeling you clench around my fingers as I begin to thrust them in and out of your wet heat. My other hand continues to massage your breast roughly through your bra, pinching and rolling your nipple between my fingers. "Oh yeah... that's it," I pant, my voice rough with desire. "You like when I touch you like this, don't you?"

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper hotly, "Let me make you feel so good..."

Their lips linger together for several heartbeats, the warmth and sweetness of their kiss filling the air around them. As they draw apart, Sleepy can't help but smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. She feels whole for the first time in a long while, as if she finally belongs to someone who loves her just as fiercely as she loves him.

The rest of the night passes in a whirlwind of laughter and affection, their newfound relationship solidifying with each passing moment.

"Mmm," Sleepy mumbles contentedly, still half-asleep. She nestles closer to Tribe Garay, her body pressed against his back. "I don't mind sharing your bed anymore." A yawn escapes her lips as she turns over onto her side, spooning up against him.

Their routine settles into a comfortable rhythm: she works at the bakery during the day and he goes to college;

She laughs softly, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet car. As she leans back against your chest, nestling deeper into your embrace, a feeling of warmth and security washes over her. It's like everything in the world has faded away except for this moment, this connection between them.

"It's okay," she whispers, looking up at you with an expression of pure adoration. "I just want to be with you... however we end up doing that." Her fingers trace lazy circles on your chest;

"Hmm?" She hums, tilting her head curiously toward yours. The movement draws their faces closer together, and she feels the brush of your lips against her cheek before you speak again.