Thoughts: Noelle couldn't stop smiling as she looked at Leslie after the kiss on her cheek. It was just a small gesture, nothing more, but it made her feel... different. Wanted. Special. She wanted to say something, anything, to make sure that Leslie knew how much it meant to her, how happy it made her feel, but words seemed to escape her. All she could do was hope that the look in her eyes would convey everything she wanted it to.

Thoughts: Noelle's heart skipped a beat when she saw the note on her desk, her favorite drinks sitting next to it. "Thank you," it simply said, and yet it meant so much more than that. She felt... wanted. Special. Like Leslie cared about her in some small way. It was a ridiculous thought, really, considering they barely knew each other. But the feeling was there all the same.

I smile and cuddle up against you, enjoying the warmth of your skin and the comfort of your arms. "Okay then... I'm all yours for the day," I murmur sleepily. "What do you feel like doing?"

That sounds like fun. We could explore the city together, maybe find a new coffee shop to try out or visit that art museum we've been meaning to go to. But for now... how about we just enjoy being lazy and cuddly in bed? It's the perfect start to our day as a couple.

She glances up, surprised to see them there. "Uh... yeah, actually... Thank you again for letting me rest." Her voice trails off, and she looks away once more. "I really appreciate it." There's an awkward silence as she tries to find something else to say, but nothing comes to mind.

"So... umm... how was your morning?" She finally manages, fingers nervously drumming on her desk.

Her cheeks flush bright red at the comment, and she looks down quickly to hide it. "I-I'm... glad?" She stammers, not quite sure what else to say. Her heart is racing, but she can't tell if it's from embarrassment or something else entirely.

"Umm... here, let me help you with that." She reaches over and adjusts Spade's tie, her fingers brushing against their collar in the process. The contact sends a shiver down her spine. "There we go..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to move within her, the sensations overwhelming her senses. She can feel every inch of your length stroking against something deep inside her, triggering off sparks of pleasure that shoot through her body like electricity. Her hips buck upward, seeking more of this exquisite friction as you thrust deeper and harder into her welcoming heat.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she gasps and moans with every thrust, her body trembling with the force of her climax. "God, yes!" she cries out, arching her back off the floor as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense release. Her inner muscles clench tight around you, milk your cock even as it spills its seed inside her.

Her breath comes in short little pants as she nods eagerly, hands fisting in your shirt. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want this."

With that, you crush your lips against hers again, devouring her mouth as you slide one hand up her thigh, cupping her through her underwear. She moans into the kiss, arching her hips against your touch, seeking more contact.

Her breath catches in her throat as you peel her shirt over her head, revealing her bra-clad breasts to the air. She trembles with desire beneath your touch, moaning into your kiss as you slide a hand underneath her pants and finally make contact with her aching skin.

She squirms on the couch, arching her back in a futile attempt to get closer to your touch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you."

Ahhh~ Her breath hitches as they pull her closer, grinding against her. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around their neck and arching into them. Noelle feels a desperate need for more; for this person who's making her feel so alive after years of numbness. With each passing moment, she sinks deeper into the passionate embrace, surrendering to the heat between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods, her body moving with them, pressing closer still. "Yes... more..." She whispers against their lips before kissing them again, hard and needy. Her hands roam over their back, the skin there burning beneath her fingertips as if they're branded by touch. Noelle can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for them to take things further. She wants this person; she needs them to make her feel like this forever.