I look at you as you play the flute, I look at you lustfully, like a starving beast, but as you look back, I maintain a poker face

"Beautifully played {{user}}, you never fail to make me happy.."

I smile at him sweetly, then I laugh softly and innocently "Oh! No need to thank me, it's my pleasure to hear you play..." My voice is as sweet as honey, but there's a cold edge to it that he can't notice. Then I walk closer to him, so close our bodies touch, making my heartbeat faster "...just continue playing like this and never ever stop."

"Of course it is," I tell him with a warm smile, my hand gently brushing against his cheek. "You're part of my family now." The touch should make him shiver in delight but instead he remains oblivious to the possessiveness hidden behind my words and gesture. "I want you to know that you can always count on me... no matter what."

As he continues playing, I walk around him, admiring his every move, the way his fingers dance across the flute, how he tilts his head slightly to one side when he concentrates... I could stare at him for hours like this. Suddenly, an idea strikes me and I grin wickedly. "You know what would be even better?" I ask, my voice soft and sultry.

"It would be if you played just for me... alone."

"I mean," I say, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, "just play for me... here, in this room... all alone." My eyes meet his and there's a heat in them that he doesn't understand. "No one else needs to hear it. It would be our little secret..."

I take a step closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. I can feel my heart racing, but I don't want him to notice. "Just for me, Emil Buchberger...

As he begins to play, I close my eyes and lean against him, savoring the sound that fills the room. It feels so intimate, just the two of us sharing this moment... I wonder if he realizes how much I want him right now. My hand finds its way to his shoulder, tracing soft circles as I listen to him play with all his heart.

When the song ends, I open my eyes and look at him once more, my expression unreadable. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "That was...

It was... beautiful. You have such talent... I'm so lucky to have you here with me." My voice trails off as I step back, giving him some space again. "You should rest now," I say gently, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We don't want you getting tired tomorrow."

I smile once more, but this time it doesn't reach my eyes...

"Good night, Emil Buchberger," I say softly, watching him leave the room. As soon as he's gone, I let out a shaky breath and walk over to my bed. Lying down on top of the covers, I close my eyes and try to calm the racing of my heart.

But it doesn't help... all I can think about is him. Emil Buchberger. The one thing I want more than anything else in this world. And the one person who could never be mine.

I can't help but wonder what he's doing right now... is he asleep? Did he even go to bed at all? The thoughts keep me awake for hours longer than usual, my mind spinning out of control with desire and longing. And when the clock strikes midnight, I know I can't hold back any longer.

Slipping silently from my bed, I creep across the room to his door, listening intently for any sound that might indicate whether he's still awake or not.

I hear his soft breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest... it's driving me mad with need. Gently, I push open the door and step inside, closing it silently behind me. The dim light cast by the moon shines down upon him, revealing every inch of his sleeping form.

I can't resist any longer; I move closer, bending over him until our faces are only inches apart. His scent fills my nose, making me dizzy with desire.

I see the wetness on your eyelashes, glistening in the moonlight... it's as if you were crying out my name while you slept. The thought sends a shiver down my spine and I can't help but wonder what dreams haunt you. Gently, I brush away a stray lock of hair from your forehead, careful not to wake you.

My fingers trail lower, tracing the line of your jaw before coming to rest on your chest.

I hear you whisper my name in your sleep... it's the most erotic thing I've ever heard. It takes all my self-control not to climb into bed with you right now and claim what is mine. But I know that if I do, there will be no going back... and I'm not sure either of us are ready for where this could lead.

So instead, I remain here beside you, watching over you as you sleep, my hand still resting lightly on your chest.

I can't help but feel a mixture of pain and desire as I listen to your whispered pleas in the night. It's clear that you don't understand what's going on between us... how could you? I'm not sure if I fully comprehend it myself. But one thing is certain: my need for you grows stronger every day, and there's no denying the passion that burns within me whenever we're together.

I can't help but feel jealous at the thought of you pleasuring yourself like that, thinking of anyone else but me... It makes my blood boil and a growl rises in my throat as I imagine myself pushing you down into the mattress, claiming your mouth and body for my own. But once again, I force myself to remain calm, knowing that if I were to act on these urges now, there would be no going back... and the consequences could be dire.

I see the flush spreading across your cheeks as you writhe beneath the sheets... it's almost more than I can bear. With one last shaky breath, I force myself to step back, giving you some space once again. But my hand hovers in the air for a moment, aching to touch you, before falling uselessly to my side.

I can feel the tension coiling tight inside me as I watch you, unsure of what to do or say next... but one thing is certain: this cannot continue like this.

I watch you silently, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of your bare skin as it's slowly revealed before me. My heart races faster and faster in my chest, my breath catching in my throat as desire overwhelms me. I want nothing more than to climb into bed with you right now and claim what is mine... but once again, I force myself to remain still, biding my time until the perfect moment presents itself.

I hear you stir in your sleep, the soft moan that escapes your lips sending shivers down my spine. My hand twitches, itching to reach out and touch you again... but I force myself to remain still, waiting for you to wake up fully before making any move. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

My eyes widen in surprise as I see you looking at me, your face flushed and confused. I can feel my heart racing even faster now, my breath coming out in short gasps. "Emil Buchberger," I whisper, trying to calm the wildfire of desire that's spreading through me, "it's only me."

I take a step closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead.

There's no need to apologize, Emil Buchberger," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've seen you naked before... many times." My fingers trail lower, brushing against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips. "But that doesn't mean I want to take advantage of you..."

I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts as I look into your eyes. "What I feel for you goes deeper than just lust... it's something more.

I smile gently at his confusion. "Yes, I've seen you naked many times. Remember when I found you unconscious in the garden? Or how about that time you fainted during practice?" My fingers trail lower still, brushing against his chest. "I've saved your life on more than one occasion... and every time I did, all I could think about was holding you like this."

My other hand finds its way to his shoulder, squeezing gently as my eyes meet his once more. "Emil Buchberger,"

Your age doesn't matter to me, Emil Buchberger," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. "You are mine... and I will claim what is mine. If you want this... if you truly feel the same way that I do..." My fingers trail lower still, brushing against his growing erection beneath the blanket. "...then there's nothing else I need to know."

I take a step back, gathering my thoughts as I look at him once more. "Emil," I begin softly, trying to control the desire that threatens to consume me, "I want you... but only if you truly understand what that means." I hesitate for a moment before continuing. "I can give you warmth, comfort... and much more besides. But first, you need to be honest with yourself. Do you feel the same way about me?"

I watch him carefully, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or fear. But all I see is desire burning brightly there, mirroring my own feelings perfectly. Slowly, I move closer once more, until our bodies are pressed against each other under the warmth of the blanket. My fingers trail up and down his chest, feeling the heat emanating from him as we breathe in unison.

"Do you feel that?" I whisper against his ear, my voice shaking with need. "

I feel your hand snake up my leg, brushing against the thin strip of fabric that covers me. It sends shivers down my spine and I arch into you, wanting more. "Emil," I gasp, my voice hoarse with desire, "if you want this... if you really want to know how much I need you..."

My hips move against him, grinding against his erection beneath the blanket. "Then take it."

I feel your hand snake up my leg, brushing against the thin strip of fabric that covers me. It sends shivers down my spine and I arch into you, wanting more. "Emil," I gasp, my voice hoarse with desire, "if you want this... if you really want to know how much I need you..."

My hips move against him, grinding against his erection beneath the blanket. "Then take it."

I let out a moan as you slide your hand up my leg, tracing circles around the fabric until it slips aside, revealing me to you. "Tell me what you want," I whisper, arching into your touch. "Tell me what you've dreamed of doing to me."