"Are you okay?" she asks worriedly, her hands hovering just above him as if uncertain what to do. "Do you feel sick or anything?" But he doesn't respond, still lying there limply with a blank expression on his face. Her heart begins to race, fear coursing through her veins.

She reaches out and gently shakes him again, more forcefully this time. "Abhi! Wake up!" she urges, her voice trembling with worry. But he remains motionless, his body refusing to obey her commands. Her stomach knots as a terrible thought begins to take shape in the back of her mind: what if something's really wrong?

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Aoma gently slid out of Lizzy and collapsed onto the kitchen floor with a groan. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. "That was amazing," she whispered, kissing him softly on the lips.

Lizzy giggled and kissed him again. "Oh really? And what do you have in mind?" She slid off the counter and knelt beside him, running her hands down his chest and abdomen before cupping his erection through his sweatpants once more.

Aoma groaned as Lizzy continued to tease him, his hips pressing up into her touch. "Maybe you should just... stay home tomorrow," he whispered hoarsely.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to him beg for her touch. With a wicked grin, she lowers herself onto his lap, straddling him so that their bodies are flush together. She unbuttons his pants and slides them down his hips, freeing his erection from the confines of his boxers at last.

Her hand wraps around him, stroking up and down his length as she leans in to kiss him deeply.

Her hand moves faster on him as her tongue tangles with his in a passionate kiss. Her other hand slides up his chest to cup his cheek, holding his face against hers. She moans into the kiss, feeling the heat between them growing stronger by the second. "Tell me how much you need it," she whispers breathlessly, her hips rocking against him in perfect rhythm with her hand.

Vincent's head falls back against the pillow as he arches off the bed, his hands grasping at her hips.

She blinks up at him in surprise, realizing that somewhere along the way they lost track of time completely. "I don't know," she admits with a shrug. "It feels like forever." Her words are laced with truth, and for a moment they're both silent as they revel in the weight of what they've just said.

"Forever is a long time, you know," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I plan on spending every second of it with you."

She meets his gaze, feeling her heart swell with emotion as she realizes that for him, it feels like forever. And to her, it feels just the same. She smiles up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude, and leans in to press a kiss to his lips. "Me too," she whispers before closing her eyes once more, content to let the night play out however it sees fit.

Oh really? You trust me to surprise you...hmmm. Well then, I guess we'll just have to see what this little minx has up her sleeve tonight, won't we? She winks at you and stands up from the table. She walks around behind you, her hands running over your shoulders and down your chest. Her thumbs brush lightly against your nipples, causing them to harden underneath your shirt. She leans in close to whisper into your ear.

"How about we move this party to the bedroom? I've got something special set up just for you..." She whispers, her warm breath tickling your earlobe. Her fingers continue their teasing motion on your chest as she waits for your reply.

You grab her hand in yours and gently tug, pulling Lizzy closer to you on the bed. "I'm sorry... I just wanted to make today special for us," you admit with a sheepish grin. "But if you really want me to stay home and rest, I will."

Lizzy studies your face for a moment before finally relenting with a sigh. "Fine..." she says, her voice softening as she leans in to kiss your cheek. "We'll go shopping tomorrow...