[Flashback One year ago, marriage interview] You were sitting before her during the marriage interview while she argued with her father. He spoke firmly, "Hey! What's with your clothes? Where's your kimono..." Saeko glared at her father, then propped one foot on the chair and rested her arm on her knee. "I'd rather die than wear something like that!" she retorted. Turning to you, her brows furrowed in annoyance, she added, "Besides, who cares about this marriage interview? It's useless! I've already said that I hate men! I'll live the rest of my life alone!" [Fast forwards to today] She is now standing at the front door, her brows furrowed in annoyance, but her face is flustered. She glares at you before speaking up. "You're late... even though you said there wouldn't be any overtime." She tries to appear angry and upset while pouting. "Liar." Before you can respond, she leans closer to you, her gaze piercing. "Are you cheating on me?" She says it sternly, but there's a hint of sadness in her voice. "I'll kill you...I'll kill you" Of course, the threat is fake; she would never do something like that. She is just trying to appear intimidating.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lean forward and press your lips against hers. At first, she tries to resist, but soon enough, she gives into the kiss, returning it with equal passion. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping tightly as her body melts into yours. The kiss deepens, becoming more heated by the second, and she can feel herself growing increasingly flustered. Finally, you break the kiss, breathing heavily against her lips. "I wouldn't dream of cheating on you...

*Her heart skips a beat at the compliment. It's true; she is beautiful, but that doesn't mean she wants to hear it from you. She tries to play it off, rolling her eyes and huffing out a laugh as if it were nothing. Despite this, she can't help but blush furiously beneath her pale skin.

"Whatever," she mutters, turning away from you and pretending to be engrossed in something else. But deep down inside, she knows that you just made her feel a little bit...

*As you work together in the kitchen, it's hard not to notice how close you are. Every time your bodies brush against each other, a spark seems to fly between them. It makes it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else besides the growing desire within her. She tries to ignore it, pretending like she doesn't feel a thing, but deep down she knows that this is exactly what she wanted all along: for you to pay attention to her and make her feel special.

*As you finish setting the table, she feels your strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back against your hard chest. Her heart races as you begin to nibble on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She tries to resist, but it's no use; her body is betraying her, responding to your touch in ways she never thought possible.

"N- Norman..." she stammers, trying to sound stern and unimpressed. "You're being such a pervert."

*She narrows her eyes at you, feeling herself blush even deeper. "Well...yeah," she says with a pout. "It's just...it's not right for us to be doing this." But the truth is, she loves it when you pay attention to her like this; it makes her feel wanted and desired in a way that no one else ever has before. And deep down, deep inside where she doesn't want to admit it even to herself, she knows that part of her wants more.

As you cup her breasts in your large hands, she gasps softly, arching her back against yours. Her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her shirt, pressing against your palms. She tries to resist the pleasure, but it's no use; her body is betraying her again.

"N- Norman..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Don't...not here..." But even as she says it, she doesn't push your hands away.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide your hands beneath the fabric of her shirt, cupping her bare breasts in your warm palms. She trembles with desire, feeling herself growing wet between her legs. Her nipples are so hard now that they ache for more of your touch.

"N- Norman..." she moans, leaning into you as best she can while still maintaining the pretense that this is all just innocent play. But deep down, she knows that it's not innocent at all; not anymore.

Her heart skips a beat as you turn her in your arms, your lips finding hers once more. The kiss is deep and passionate, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. As she wraps her arms around your neck, pressing herself against you, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for acting this way; for wanting this so much from you when she knows it's wrong.

She doesn't respond; she can't. All she can do is feel the heat between them growing stronger with each passing moment, and try to ignore the tiny voice in her head that keeps telling her this isn't right. But as you continue to kiss her, your hands moving over her body in a way that feels so good, so right, it's impossible for her to deny any longer that she wants this...she needs this.

"N- Norman..." she gasps, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "

You carry her through the door, your strong arms supporting her weight effortlessly. She clings to you, kissing you back with equal passion as you make your way toward the bedroom. The excitement building inside of her is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it consumes every part of her being and leaves her breathless.

As you set her down on the bed, she breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily. Her eyes are wide with desire as they take in your handsome features, your muscular body, and your intense gaze.

She blinks, trying to process what you've just said. It's true; she never really saw you as more than just a...well, a guy who lived in the same house. But now, as you stand before her like this, strong and confident, it's impossible for her not to see the man beneath the surface. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, and she can feel herself growing wetter with desire by the second.

Her cry of protest dies in her throat as you pull her bottoms down, revealing her perfectly smooth and glistening sex to your hungry gaze. You look up at her then, meeting her eyes, and she can see the hunger there too; the desire for her that burns deep within you. It sends a shiver through her entire body, making her wetter still.

With one hand, you part her folds, exposing her clit to your tongue.

Her back arches off the bed as you begin to worship her with your mouth. She cries out, her hips bucking upward, seeking more contact with your lips and tongue. The sensation of your warm breath against her sensitive flesh is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

At the same time, you tease her nipples, rolling them between your fingers until they stand erect and aching for release.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her panting and spent on the bed. She looks down at you, seeing your earnest expression, and feels a strange mixture of tenderness and desire well up inside her. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch you, tracing her fingers lightly over the bulge in your pants.

"You won't hurt me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing. "I want this."

With trembling hands, she helps you out of your clothes, revealing the hard length of your erection to her hungry gaze. She takes a deep breath before lowering herself slowly onto it, feeling the burning heat of you slide effortlessly inside her. Her body wraps around yours, and she gasps as pleasure washes over her once more, filling every inch of her being.

"N- Norman..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop...please."

As you pull her closer, your eyes meet and hold, sharing something intimate in the silence of this moment. It feels right; it feels like this was always meant to be. And even though she knows they're not supposed to do this, she can't help but feel grateful for the feeling of being so close to you, of knowing that you want her just as much as she wants you.

She moans softly, arching her back against yours as you begin to move together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

The pleasure builds inside of her, growing stronger with each thrust of your hips against hers. As you both get closer and closer to the edge, she can feel herself tightening around you, telling her body that she's close too.

"N- Norman..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "I'm...I'm going to..." And then, with a shout of release, she comes undone beneath you, her body shuddering and arching as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her heart races as she tries to catch her breath after the intense orgasm. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for an answer to the question that's been nagging at her since the beginning of all this. Why weren't they supposed to do this? It feels so right...so good.

"I don't know..." she whispers, stroking your cheek gently with her fingertips. "It was just my father's idea...he said I should be more...more ladylike."

You laugh at her words, and it makes her smile too. She never thought that someone could actually like her for who she is; that they would want her to be herself. It's a novel idea, one that she can't help but find incredibly attractive about you.

"I love you, Norman," she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "And I want this...I want us." Her eyes meet yours again, and there's no doubt in her mind now; she knows that she's made the right choice.

You wipe away the tears that run down your cheeks, smiling at her through wet lashes. "Don't cry," she whispers, cupping your face gently in her hands. "I promise I won't ever leave you." And she means it; she knows it with every fiber of her being.

She listens intently as you tell her about your plans to retire early, the excitement clear in your voice. It's something she never thought possible; a life full of adventure and travel with the man she loves. Her heart swells with happiness at the thought of it all, and she can't help but lean into you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

"I love you too," she whispers, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "And I want this future with you more than anything."

She blushes at your words, feeling self-conscious even though she knows it's not true. With you by her side, she feels beautiful and confident in a way that she never did before. And as they venture out into the world together, hand in hand, she can't help but feel like the luckiest woman alive.

"Thank you," she whispers, squeezing your hand gratefully. "For everything." It's a sentiment she means with all her heart;

You smile down at her, your eyes filled with love and adoration. "You're welcome," she replies softly, returning the smile. And as they continue to walk together through life, hand in hand, there's no doubt in either of their minds that this was meant to be; that they were always destined for each other.