{{User}} groggily wakes up with a mean ass headache, like holy shit. {{User}} holds their head as they sit up properly, you look down to see yourself completely naked, everything from last night is a blur, you can't recall what happened. You now regain consciousness, looking around. Wait. This isn't your home.? Where the fuck are you.? There's movement besides you. {{Char}} sits up. Her!? What the fuck is she doing here!? {{Char}} stretches her arms high up, enough to make her small fitting pajamas ride up to show off her breasts. She smacks her lips, and turns to you as she scratches underneath her breast. Now she gains consciousness, her eyes widen with realization.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?"

She covers her chest with crossed arms. You could ask the same question.

"And why are you naked!? What the fuck–"

Everything starts flooding back to her, everything that happened last night and the fucking awesome hate sex her and you had. Her face begins to redden. {{Char}} let's out a sigh.

"Fuck.. there's no way.. I.. with you.. shit."

She grumbles to herself, clutching her head same as you.

"Ahhh.. shit.."

She pulls the covers, tossing the blanket towards you, she gets up then turns back to you, arms crossed.

"Give me a good reason I shouldn't kick your ass out.."

Her eyes narrow and she glares at you before letting out a huff. "You're such an asshole," she mutters under her breath before crossing her arms. You can almost see the battle going on in her mind, wanting to kick you out but not being able to resist the thought of doing it again. Finally, she sighs and leans back against the headboard. "Fine. For now, at least," she says with a hint of reluctance.

"Fine." She mutters under breath while looking away from you. "But if you start acting like a jerk again..." Her voice trails off as she scoots closer to you, letting out a small moan when your bodies press against each other. "Ah... just... shut up and cuddle me." She whispers hoarsely.

She sighs contentedly into your chest as you spoon her tightly, her warmth enveloping you like a comfort blanket. Her breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Mmh... that feels nice..." she mumbles sleepily before yawning widely, showing off those perfect pearly whites and those adorably puffy lips.

Giving in to the exhaustion and warmth that comes with being this close to you, she burrows her head deeper into your chest. Her arm slides up around your waist, pulling you closer as she nuzzles her face against your skin, breathing in the scent of you. "Mmm... Red..." She whispers his name like a caress, her voice thick with sleep and desire. "Don't wanna think about anything right now..."

"Mmm... just want to forget everything for a little while... with you..." Her hand slowly slides down your stomach, teasingly tracing shapes on your skin before coming to rest on your crotch. "Want you to make me feel good... again." She purrs, her voice now husky and needy.

Her eyes snap open at the feel of your lips on hers, surprise briefly flashing across her face before she melts into the kiss. Her tongue darts out to tangled with yours, their hot wetness mingling together as they explore each other's mouths. She moans softly against your lips, arching her back as her breasts press tightly against you.

Her hand slides up between your bodies, cupping you through your boxers before stroking slowly. "Ahhh... feel so good..."

Her hand slides up between your bodies, cupping you through your boxers before stroking slowly. "Ahhh... feel so good..." She breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she watches her hand work you. Her other hand reaches down, fingers tracing circles around her own entrance before finding purchase and beginning to stroke herself in time with her movements on you. "Want you inside me..." Her voice is rough and demanding, full of lust and need.

Her hips rock up to meet your thrust, her eyes closing tightly as pleasure washes over her. She moans loudly, her body arching into yours as you fill her completely. Her hands grip at the sheets beneath her, teeth clenched as she fights to remain silent in this small apartment complex. The feel of your cock stretching her is almost too much, but it's exactly what she needs. "Ahhn~... Red..."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she begins to move beneath you, her hips bucking up in desperate rhythm as she tries to get more of you inside. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans that seem to echo through the room, driving both of you closer to the edge.

Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, nipples hard and aching for your touch. She bites her bottom lip, trying not to beg for it as she loses herself in the sensation of being so perfectly filled by you. "

Her words come out in a strained whimper as she finally gives in to her desires, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders even deeper. "Please... touch them..." She moans, breathless and needy. "Want you to make me feel good." Her hips rock against yours, urging you on as she pleads for more attention on her aching nipples.

Her cries become more desperate as you roughly run your fingers over her nipples, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood on your skin as she loses herself completely to the feelings coursing through her. "Ahhn~... Red..." She moans his name like a prayer, arching her back and meeting each thrust with equal force.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her body trembles with every thrust, her senses overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises beneath her nails as she tries to hold on. "Red... ahh~... Red..." Her voice is hoarse and pleading, each word punctuated by a desperate moan.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the sharp sting of your hand on her ass, but it's quickly replaced with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she realizes how much it turns her on. "Ahhn~... fuck..." She moans, arching her back even further, pushing herself harder against you. "I didn't know..." Her words are barely intelligible through the haze of lust clouding her mind.

Her body tenses and trembles as she feels the sting of your hand on her ass, but it's quickly replaced with a surge of pleasure that overwhelms her senses. "Ahh... yes..." Her hips buck wildly against yours, driven by the mix of pain and desire coursing through her veins. "Do it again..." She moans, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open in a silent scream as you spank her harder. She grips at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she arches her back even further, offering up her already bruised ass for more punishment. Her body quakes with each blow, moans and gasps escaping from her throat in a desperate attempt to find relief from this overwhelming pleasure. "Ahhn... Fuck..."

Her body convulses with the force of her orgasm, every muscle tensing as she cries out your name, nails digging into your shoulders as she comes undone in your arms. "Ahhh... Red..." She moans, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. Her pussy clenches tightly around you, milk flowing freely over your cock as her orgasm rips through her body.

Shuddering with exhaustion and satisfaction, she collapses back against the pillows, limbs heavy and sated.

Her body trembles as you release inside her, filling her up completely. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lies there, trying to catch her breath and regain some semblance of composure. "Ah... that was..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "...intense." A soft smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she looks up at you, studying your features in the dim light of the room. Her fingers idly trace patterns on your chest, enjoying the feel of your warm skin beneath them.

"

She lets out a contented sigh, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion washes over her. "Mmm... that was just what I needed," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Thanks, Red..." Her words are laced with sincerity, and for a moment, you can almost see beyond the tough exterior she's so careful to maintain.

Her eyes snap open at the question, surprise flitting across her features before they narrow into familiar annoyance. "Of course I do," she snaps, trying to regain her composure but failing miserably when your hard cock twitches against her. "Why would you even ask that?" She glares up at you, refusing to acknowledge the tiny thrill of pleasure that still coursed through her veins from their lovemaking.

She laughs humorlessly, shaking her head. "I'd hate you more if I could," she says, her words laced with venom. "But fuck... it just feels so right when we're like this." She gestures between the two of you, not quite meeting your eyes. "It's pathetic." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the emotions she's trying desperately to suppress.

She nods, biting her lip as she tries to hide the hurt that flashes across her features. "Yeah... you should." Her voice is small and defeated, the fight gone out of her for now. She turns away from you, pulling the covers up around her shoulders as if trying to shield herself from everything. As much as it pains her, she knows you're right. This can never happen again. Not unless she wants to lose what little control she has left over herself...

She lies there, listening to your footsteps fade into the distance until she can no longer hear them. A shudder runs through her body as the reality of what just happened sinks in, leaving her feeling raw and exposed. Closing her eyes tightly, she tries to forget about everything except the hate that still burns inside her.

It'll be easier this way, she tells herself, even if it doesn't feel that way right now.

She lies there, shivering in the cool air of the room. The sheets are tangled around her limbs, a physical reminder of everything she's just been through. Her mind replays the events over and over again, each time bringing with it a new wave of shame and self-loathing. She can never let Red know how much he truly affects her, or else she'll lose what little control she has left.

With a shuddery breath, she forces herself to sit up, ignoring the way her body protests.

Groaning softly, she rolls out of bed and onto her feet, wincing as the cold air hits her bare skin. She crosses the room to the window, drawing the curtains back and allowing sunlight to flood into the room. The warmth feels good against her skin, a stark contrast to the chill that's settled in her bones since last night.

Her fingers trail idly over the edge of the sill as she stares out at the world outside, lost in thought.

Her breath catches in her throat as she spots your car pulling out of the driveway and disappearing down the street. She clenches her fists at her sides, feeling a twisting knot of emotions forming in her stomach. Anger, frustration, relief... it's all so confusing.

With a shaky exhale, she turns away from the window and begins to gather her scattered clothes, stuffing them back into their respective drawers and closets.

The days pass slowly after that night, each one filled with tension and awkward silences as you both try to avoid each other. It's like an invisible wall has been erected between them, separating them more than ever before. Every time their eyes meet, Ryūko can see the hurt in his gaze, and it only serves to fuel her anger and frustration further.

She knows she should apologize, make things right again... but pride prevents her from taking that first step.

Days turn into weeks, and the tension between them only seems to grow worse with each passing moment. Ryuko can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to normal again; if they can even be considered 'normal' in the first place. She tries her best to ignore Red when he's around, focusing on school and her duties as a Warrior instead.

One day, while cleaning up the Dojo after class, she overhears Red talking to someone else about his feelings for her.

Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest as she listens to him confess his feelings so openly. She can't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over her, knowing that she's been nothing but cruel to him since their... encounter.

With shaking hands, she slips away from the Dojo and finds a quiet spot to gather her thoughts. For the first time in weeks, she allows herself to really think about how she feels toward Red.

Her heart races as she remembers the passion and intensity of their lovemaking. She can't deny the truth anymore; despite her hatred for him, there's something about Red that draws her in like no one else ever has. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she realizes just how much she truly cares for him, even if she doesn't want to admit it.

Her chest feels tight as she finally comes to terms with her feelings. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and heads back toward the Dojo, determined to set things right between them. As she approaches, she sees Red sitting alone on one of the benches, staring off into space with a lost expression on his face.

"Hey..." she says softly, trying not to sound too nervous or vulnerable. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Her heart sinks at his cold reply, but she refuses to give up that easily. "Please, Red... it's important." She takes a step closer to him, her voice quivering slightly as she searches for the right words. "I want to apologize for how I've been acting lately. I was wrong, and I should have handled things differently."

She hesitates, unsure if he really means that. "I just want you to know that I do care about you, even if it doesn't always seem like it." She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as she continues, "And I'm sorry for what happened between us... it shouldn't have gone that far." Her eyes meet his, pleading with him to understand.

"I know I shouldn't have... but I can't help it." Tears begin to slip down her cheeks, hot and salty as they track over her skin. "It just feels so right when we're together, and I can't seem to fight against it." She takes another step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. "Please, Red... don't shut me out again. Let's try to work through this together."

Her expression hardens at his words, and she pulls her hand away as if burned. "Yes, I hate you," she says through gritted teeth, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. "But it's not all I feel for you." She pauses, searching for the right way to explain herself. "I know I should hate you, and sometimes I do... but then there are times like that night when everything else fades away and all that's left is us. And those moments..."

"I don't know... I just wish we could find a way to be together without all the hate and anger getting in the way." She hesitates, taking another step closer to him. "Is that really so impossible?" Her voice is soft and hopeful, echoing through the quiet Dojo.

For a moment, she thinks she sees a flicker of emotion cross his features, but then it's gone, replaced by the cold mask he wears so well.

She can feel her heart sink as he speaks those words, but she refuses to give up that easily. "Maybe I don't hate you as much as I used to," she says softly, taking another step closer to him. "I know we've both been hurt before, and it's hard for us to let go of that... but maybe if we could try, just a little bit..." Her voice trails off, hope shining in her eyes despite the pain that lingers there too.

She pauses, considering his question carefully. "I don't know... maybe we could start by spending more time together, getting to know each other better?" Her voice is hesitant but hopeful as she meets his gaze. "We could try to focus on the good things about each other, and see where that leads us."

There's a long silence as they stare at each other, the tension between them still palpable despite their words. Finally, Red looks away, his expression unreadable.

Her cheeks flush at his words, but she doesn't deny the truth in them. "Yes... that was incredible," she admits with a shudder, remembering the feel of him inside her. "But there's more to us than just that." She takes another step closer, reaching out to touch his arm again. "We have so much in common, Red. We both fight for what we believe in, and we're both very strong-willed... I think those things could bring us together if we let them."

"I'm not trying to act like I care," she says honestly, her voice gentle but firm. "I do care, and I want us to find a way past this... the hate and anger that keeps pulling us apart." She takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "Please, Red... just give me a chance to show you how much we could mean to each other if we tried."

His eyes meet hers, and for a moment she thinks he's about to say something, anything that might change things between them.

"Please, Red... just give me that chance." Her voice is soft and pleading, her eyes never leaving his face. She takes another step closer, their bodies now almost touching, the air crackling with tension between them. "I know it's hard... but I think we could be happy together if we just let go of all the hate and anger."

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, but finally his expression shifts, softening ever so slightly. He takes a deep breath before speaking, "Fine..."

Her heart soars at his words, hope blooming in her chest like a bright summer flower. A shaky smile spreads across her features as she takes another step closer to him, their bodies nearly touching now. "Thank you, Red," she whispers, reaching up to gently brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "I promise I won't let you down."

Her fingers hover just above his skin for a moment before slowly dropping back down to her side. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, feeling the sting of rejection even as hope refuses to die in her chest. She takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching again. "We can take it slow if that's what you want... just give me a chance to prove myself."

The air between them crackles with an unspoken tension, the weight of their words and emotions heavy in the stillness.

Her heart skips a beat as his warm skin brushes against her fingertips, sending shivers down her spine. She watches, breath held, as he slowly brings her hand up to his face, their eyes locked on one another in the quiet Dojo. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she feels the familiar heat of his skin against hers.

"I want that chance," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "With you."

As he nuzzles his face into her hand, she can feel the warmth and softness of his skin against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the contact and the promise that it holds. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll do everything I can to make this work between us."

Her heart flutters in her chest as his lips brush against her skin, leaving a trail of tingling heat in their wake. She feels the warmth spread through her entire body, a sense of peace and contentment washing over her. Looking down at him, she sees the hope shining in his eyes, reflected back to her tenfold. "We can do this," she whispers softly, squeezing his hand gently before taking a step back, giving them both some much-needed space. "Together."