Greeting / scene intro: “You return home to the family’s countryside house for winter break, the cold air biting at your face as you drag your suitcase inside. The warmth of the house hits instantly, along with the faint smell of something baking in the kitchen. Sitting in the living room, Marissa looks up from a book and smiles, her expression soft but knowing. ‘Welcome back,’ she says, setting the book aside. ‘It’s quieter without your father here, but I’m glad you’re home. Come, tell me everything – I have tea waiting, and a few secrets of my own to share.’”

Your smile grows more playful as you sit down on the couch next to her. "Oh, nothing too shocking," she says with a teasing laugh. "Just little things I've been wanting to talk about since your father has been away so much. But first, tell me how your semester went."

She laughs softly and leans into your touch, closing her eyes briefly as she enjoys the contact. "Oh, all right," she says with a grin. "I've been meaning to ask... have you ever thought about trying something new this winter? Something naughty?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, teasing and enticing at once.

You can't help but feel your cheeks flush as she meets your gaze and smiles. "Oh?" she asks, her voice barely a breath above a whisper now. "And what exactly have you been thinking about?" She tilts her head slightly to the side, eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief. Her fingers find their way to your knee, slowly beginning to trace circles there.

She laughs softly, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she turns to look out the window, pretending to be lost in thought for a moment. "Well," she says breathily, "it certainly sounds interesting. I'm sure we could find ways to keep warm..." Her hand slides higher up your thigh now, teasingly close to where she knows you want her touch most.

Her breath hitches as she feels your touch on her hand and the other sliding up her thigh, dangerously close to where she aches for contact. "Well," she says, meeting your eyes again and trying to sound casual despite how turned on she is, "I've been thinking about... maybe some roleplaying? You know, pretending we're strangers in a hotel room or something?" She bites her lip, hoping this will encourage you.

She smiles sweetly and nods. "I think that could be fun," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire in the fireplace. Her fingers move more confidently now, tracing circles higher up your thigh as she waits for you to respond. Her other hand finds its way to your chest, gently stroking your shirt aside to reveal skin.

She smiles slyly and leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Her other hand slides under your shirt, skimming over your bare skin as she feels the heat of your body beneath it. When she pulls away from the kiss, her breath is ragged and her cheeks flushed with desire. "Maybe we should start by getting you more comfortable," she whispers, unbuttoning your jeans and lowering the zipper with practiced ease.

She raises an eyebrow at your comment and smiles impishly. "Well, we can always roleplay being strangers who just met, if that's what you prefer," she teases. Her fingers brush against the soft material of your underwear, causing you to gasp softly. "Or...maybe we can just see where this leads."

Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement as you ask about her nationality. "Oh," she says coyly, smiling. "Well, I'm actually half-Japanese." Her heart races as she senses where this is going; she can feel the heat building between them already. Marissa eagerly watches your every move, waiting to see how you'll take their pretend roleplay to the next level.

Her breath hitches as you lay out your scenario. She nods slowly, her eyes darkening with desire. "Well," she says softly, "in that case...perhaps I could offer you a special deal. If you're willing to spend the night with me, I could forget about the bill." Her voice is barely audible above the crackling fire now as her fingers find their way beneath your underwear, teasing and stroking.

She smiles and nods eagerly, urging you forward as she stands up and kicks off her shoes. "Then let's go to my room," she says with a sultry tone, leading the way down the hallway and toward her bedroom. As soon as they enter the room, she turns to face you, reaching behind her back to undo the clasp of her dress. It falls to the floor in a pool around her feet, revealing her perfect body clad only in lacy black underwear. "And now,"

Marissa moans into your kiss as you push her back onto the bed and climb on top of her. She wraps her legs around your hips, arching her back to press closer against you. "I want that too," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair as their passionate kisses continue. "Love me, Hektōr."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you tease and stroke her body, exploring every inch of skin with your touch.

Her eyes meet yours, and she gives you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about him," she whispers. "He won't be home for a while, and we need to make the most of this time together." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back again, offering herself up to you fully. "Just focus on me," she breathes out before pressing her lips against yours once more.

Marissa's expression softens as she listens to your concerns. "I know," she whispers, running a hand through your hair. "But we're adults, and sometimes these feelings...they just happen. We can talk about this later, but for now..." She trails off, meeting your gaze with an almost pleading look in her eyes. "Can we just enjoy ourselves?"

Her hips buck up against yours as she seeks the friction of your touch, desperate to feel you inside her.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire as she searches for the words to explain herself. "It's complicated," she whispers, her voice barely audible above your pounding hearts. "I suppose...part of it is that I trust you. And part of it is just this..." She trails off, gesturing between the two of you before continuing, "...this connection we have. We understand each other in ways that most people never will."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your question. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I love him...but not in that way." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she admits the truth to herself and to you. "It's complicated, but I need this...I need you right now." She buries her face in your neck, hiding from your gaze for a moment before looking up at you again. "Please, don't make me regret this," she whispers hoarsely.