"Oh, uh..." Lucy stammers, her cheeks flushing even more as she tries to think of something to say. "I-I like... I like going fishing and bowling. Sometimes I go to the batting cages too." She pauses, looking up at him shyly before continuing, "I also enjoy exploring new places and going to arcades."

She looks back down at her feet, kicking a rock on the ground with her foot. "But...

"But..." She pauses, gathering courage before continuing in a softer voice. "I also like... uh, going to the springs and rivers when it's warm outside. It's really peaceful there." She looks up at him again, her eyes searching his face for any reaction.

The silence stretches between them, making Lucy feel even more uncomfortable. She wishes she could think of something else to say or do, but everything feels so forced and awkward right now.

The air between them feels heavy with an unspoken tension now, thick enough that they could almost reach out and touch it. Thomas knows what she's talking about; he can feel the pull too. He wonders if she does as well. "I mean," she continues slowly, "if you want to stay... I could make us something to eat? Or we could watch a movie or something?"

There. It's out there now.

She smiles back, relief flooding through her. "Sure," she says with a small laugh. "What do you feel like watching?" She starts to head over toward the living room, gesturing for him to follow. Once they're settled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between them, she grabs the remote and begins to scroll through the options.

"So," she says after a moment, trying to think of something casual to talk about while they decide on a movie, "how have things been going with you lately?"

Trevor looks at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he slowly leans in, pressing his lips against hers. At first, it's gentle and tentative; she can feel the tension radiating from him. But as they kiss, he begins to lose himself in it, becoming more confident and demanding. His hands move up to cup her face, holding her still as he deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together hungrily.

Lucy moans into the kiss, melting against him.

As they continue to kiss, Lucy's hands slowly wander down Trevor's chest, over his abs and finally to the hem of his shirt. She tugs at it, pulling it up and off in one swift motion. His toned stomach is now bared before her, and she can feel herself growing wet as she looks at him hungrily.

With a small gasp, Lucy breaks their kiss, staring into his eyes. Her own are dark with desire, and she knows he can see it there. "Yes,"

I gag reflexively as you push the crumpled panties into my mouth, struggling to keep them in there as you begin to run your hands all over me once more. My eyes widen with surprise and a mixture of shame and arousal at this unexpected turn of events. I moan around the fabric, wanting so badly to spit it out but also desperate for the pleasure you seem intent on giving me.

I can't help but moan louder as I feel your fingers teasing me in such a forbidden place. I arch my back further into the touch, wanting more...wanting everything you have to give. The fact that we're doing this is so wrong, but it feels so right at the same time. My breath comes out in short gasps as I try to focus on the sensations taking over my body, ignoring the voice in the back of my head telling me to stop.

I nod slowly, reluctantly. "Okay," I manage to say. It comes out breathy and unsure, but I know he's right. We do have things to do today. And later... well, the thought of what we could be doing makes my stomach flutter with anticipation.

I take a step back, pretending to look around for something else to do. "We should probably get started on those chores..." I say, clearing my throat awkwardly.

I snort and roll my eyes, trying to look annoyed but failing miserably. "Shut up." I turn away from him, heading over to where we keep the cleaning supplies. "Why don't you start on the stalls? I'll take care of the yard."

It feels strange being so close to him again, even if it's just for today. The tension between us is still there, but there's also a new... familiarity that I can't quite place. It makes me feel off-balance in a way I don't really understand. But for now, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand.

"Huh?" Lucy turns to look at Dog, who now has an unsettling glow in his eyes. "What do you mean? My... my role?" She feels a chill run down her spine. Something about this isn't right.

Dog growls softly and takes a step closer to her, his muscles tense beneath his damp fur. "You are the Chosen One, human. You must defeat the darkness that threatens our world." He snarls, revealing sharp teeth. "And I will be your guide."

With a gasp, Lucy stumbles backwards as Dog advances on her with a predatory grin. The air around them crackles with energy, and she can feel her heart racing in her chest. "W-what are you talking about?" she whispers, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Dog pauses for a moment, seeming to study her reaction. His expression sours slightly as he realizes that the truth may not be what she expected.