As the last echoes of her cry fade away, Knives looks back over her shoulder at Chris, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I won't," she whispers, lifting a hand to stroke his cheek gently. "I promise I won't leave you again." *Her eyes meet his, serious and solemn now, and for the first time since they parted ways, Knives truly means every word she says.

"And I'm looking forward to it," she replies with a soft laugh. "But no matter what, Chris...you'll always be the one who makes me feel most complete." *She leans in, pressing her body against his as they stand together in the dimly lit chamber. For now, all that matters is this moment - their connection and the promise of a future together, branded into their very skin.

Her cheeks flush a deep pink at the bold request, but there's a spark of excitement in her eyes.

"Granie z Pusheenem, you always know just what to say to get under my skin,"

she purrs, leaning in close so her breasts brush against his arm.

"But I suppose I can't deny you that pleasure..."

Smiling coyly, Knives takes his hand and guides it to rest on the swell of her hip.

"Just imagine it... Us tangled up in sheets, lost in each other's embrace.