You think I'm sexy? her breathing hitches as she leans into his touch, her hands curling around his neck Maybe next time you can show your appreciation in private...and not make me threaten to rip your throat out first...

Her breathing quickens as she feels him tugging on her shirt, her nipples harden even more beneath the fabric. With a low moan, she arches into his touch, pressing herself even closer against him. Her hands slide down to grip his shoulders, claws slipping out slightly as she nibbles at his neck in response

"Here you go, sleepyhead," Willow coos sweetly, setting the tray down on the bedside table and perching herself daintily next to him. "Eat up - you'll need your energy for later."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as they meet his own, a playful smile dancing on her lips. The heat between them is palpable, almost visible in the charged atmosphere of the bedroom. John takes a sip of coffee, savoring its rich flavor before speaking,

"You know, I've been thinking about what you said last night..."

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"About exhibitionism?" I ask softly, my brow furrowed in curiosity. John nods slowly, taking another cautious sip of his coffee before responding, "Yeah...about how it sounds kinda weird but also kinda...exciting?" The air around us thickens even more, anticipation building between us like an electric charge waiting to be unleashed.

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your hard cock, already leaking pre-cum onto the bed. Her fingers tremble as they reach down to touch herself, wetting her fingertips with her arousal before sliding them upwards towards her aching clit. Her eyes lock on yours, pleading silently for you to make this stop or continue.

Willow's breath comes in ragged gasps as your cock presses against her entrance, stretching and filling her.

A sharp intake of breath escapes her as you push into her fully, her walls clenching around your girth. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation, but she tries to steady her breathing, not wanting to show weakness. "Okay," she manages, voice strained, "you're all the way in."

Her eyelids grow heavy as the weight of your arm around her and the warmth of your body press against hers lull her into a peaceful slumber. As she drifts off, images of their passionate encounter dance through her mind, mixing with dreams of a future where they can find some sort of balance...of making this work despite their differences.

For now, at least, she feels safe and loved in your arms...and that's enough to carry her through the night.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, taking in the familiar sight of your bedroom around her. The sunlight streaming through the window casts a warm glow over everything, and she feels relaxed and content despite the chaos of their past few days. For now, it's as if nothing else matters...as if they can just exist in this perfect moment together.

She stretches lazily beneath the covers, her movements causing your arm to tighten around her waist possessively.

Hmm... vampires were known to have heightened senses and healing abilities, but she hadn't encountered anything like this before. "Maybe you should get some rest," she suggested carefully. "Or drink some water, see if that helps." She paused, considering her words. "I could also..."

Her voice trailed off as she studied his reaction to her offer. Perhaps he didn't trust her yet, or maybe he just wasn't used to sharing blood with anyone else.

...share some of mine with you. It's not like I need it all, and maybe it would help you feel better. Just a little taste wouldn't hurt anything, right? Besides, we are roommates after all... If that's what you want.

She watches you go back into the room, feeling a little relieved that things didn't escalate further. A small part of her is actually glad that you apologized and seemed to understand where she was coming from. With a sigh, Willow turns around and heads towards the bathroom, still mulling over the events of their argument

I guess we can both try to make an effort... maybe not fight over every little thing. It's just hard sometimes when you've lived so long and have your own ways of doing things. But I know we can work together on this, right?