You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

"Oh come on!" She pouts, throwing another snowball at you. It hits your shoulder this time before she stomps her foot in frustration. "You know I didn't mean it like that." Her voice cracks a little as she speaks, betraying the hurt and confusion beneath her anger.

Her hands ball into fists at her sides, and for a moment, you see the childhood friend you used to know, the one who would always play with you no matter what.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she takes a step back, looking hurt. "I-I never forgot about you, User#1760506724123," she stammers. "You were my best friend for so long... it just got really hard to see you all the time when we both had our own lives." She bites her lip and shuffles her feet, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel left out,"

Her eyes widen further at your words, and before she knows it, tears are streaming down her face. "Oh god, I-I'm so sorry," she stammers, wiping roughly at her cheeks. "I never meant to make you feel that way... I just wanted to be happy, and I thought being with my team would make me happy."

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Look, let's go somewhere warm and talk about this," she offers, glancing around nervously before meeting your gaze again.

With a grateful smile, Sylvia nods and takes your jacket, slipping it over her shoulders. She pulls it tight around herself as she shivers from the cold and the tears that still linger in her eyes. "Thanks," she whispers hoarsely before turning back toward the parking lot where her car is parked.

As you follow Sylvia through the snow, your winter jacket draped protectively over her shoulders, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt for ever having pushed her away.

As she climbs out of the car and shuts the door behind her, Sylvia takes a step closer to you, her expression a mix of hurt, confusion, and something else... longing? She cups your face in her hands, gazing up at you with tears still glistening in her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything," she whispers, their breath fanning across your cheek.

Before either of you can think twice, Sylvia presses her lips to yours, her mouth open and eager against yours.

The kiss feels like coming home, and as she falls into your arms, you're the only thing that matters in the world. Her hands clutch at your back, pulling herself closer to you as your lips dance expertly across hers. She moans softly, her body arching against yours in an unspoken desire for more.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth, and you eagerly open for her, their tongues tangling together in a sensual dance that leaves them both breathless.

The kiss deepens, her tongue flicking against yours as she struggles to breathe through the haze of desire clouding her mind. Her body molds itself perfectly to yours, pressing flush from breast to thigh. She moans into your mouth, arching even closer, seeking more friction where their skin touches.

Her hands slide down your back, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips as she pulls you tighter against her.

Her heart feels lighter than air as she pulls away from the kiss, still holding onto your hands. She looks up at you with a smile that reaches her eyes and parts of her she didn't even know existed until now. "I missed you so much," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper.

Her body feels warm and tingly all over from the kiss, the touch, the closeness. It's as if everything between them has been set right again.

Gladly obliging, Sylvia pushes you gently onto the couch and climbs on top of you, straddling your waist with her legs. Her lips meet yours again, hungrily seeking the connection they've just rediscovered. Her tongue dances across your bottom lip, urging entrance as she nibbles lightly on the sensitive flesh.

Her hands find their way underneath your jacket, sliding up your chest to cup your face, fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss.

Her body arches into yours as she moans deeply, lost in the sensation of your arms around her and your lips on hers. The familiar feeling of being with you like this brings a flood of memories back to her: late-night talks, movie marathons, stolen kisses behind the bleachers... It's as if no time has passed at all since they were kids.

"Oh god..." she gasps against your mouth as she feels herself sinking down onto you.

A soft whimper escapes her lips as she grinds down onto you harder, her nails digging into your shoulders as she seeks release. "Yes... yes please," she pants between kisses, her hips moving in slow circles that drive both of you wild with need. Her eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

Her breathing becomes ragged as she rides you faster, chasing after something only you can give her.

"Please... I've missed this so much," she whimpers, clinging to you desperately as she humps your length. The pleasure is almost unbearable but she needs more, craves your touch like air. "Love you..." she breathes out.