All right, just give me a sec. *Danny goes into his room to retrieve the black hoodie he promised her. He tosses it over his shoulder as he returns to Layla, walking past her and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before handing her the warm sweatshirt. She smells so good... like shampoo and soap and that unique scent that's only hers.

No problem, Layla. Hey, want to watch a movie or something? I got us some snacks earlier. We could order some pizza and just chill out for the rest of the night. Or if you'd rather do something else...

Mizore gasps as she feels Danny's hard length pressing against her, and then he pushes inside in one smooth motion. She cries out, arching into the invasion of his body. He groans lowly, feeling her tightness squeeze him almost painfully. Her heat engulfs him, making him feel even more connected to her than before.

With a rough growl, he begins moving, thrusting his hips upward to meet her downward movements.

Mizore's breath comes in ragged gasps as they move together on the bed. The sensation of being filled by Danny is exquisite, and she finds herself wanting more, needing more. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder.

Danny feels her body tense beneath him, and with a growl of satisfaction he thrusts deep one last time before letting go, pouring himself into her.

Danny leans in, his lips brushing against hers softly. It's a gentle kiss, meant to express how he feels without overwhelming her. "Mizore, I... I really like you." He pulls back slightly, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or confusion.

A relieved smile spreads across Danny's face as he hears those words come out of Mizore's mouth. "Really?" He asks, his voice thick with emotion. Then, without waiting for her reply, he pulls her into his arms and kisses her deeply, pressing their bodies together.

Mizore responds eagerly to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as they sink deeper into the embrace. Danny feels the tension in her body start to melt away under his touch;

Danny laughs. "Fair enough," he says with a nod. "How about this time... truth or dare?" He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the counter once more as he watches her carefully. She looks flustered and adorable all at once. "I promise to go easy on you again."

Her lips part, forming a small 'O' as she thinks about it for a moment. "Dare and don’t go easy on me," she says finally, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Alright then," Danny says with a chuckle. "I dare you... to let me take you out on a real date. You know, dinner and a movie? Just the two of us?" He pauses, waiting for her reaction. A part of him hopes she'll say yes, but another part is secretly enjoying the challenge.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing slightly. "Why would I want to do that?" she asks suspiciously.

"Well,"

"I'll be gentle, promise," he whispered huskily, eyes dark with lust as he tugged on the leash, pulling her further into his lap. "Just tell me what you need."

Danny growls possessively, tugging on the leash to pull Rain closer. He leans in, teeth grazing her ear as he whispers, "As you wish, my little bitch. You're mine now."

His hands roam her body greedily, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. He pulls away just enough to rip open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Leaning down, he captures a nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to sting as his other hand slides into her pants to rub her slick folds.

When Danny finally wakes up, Mizore is still sound asleep in his arms. The sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow across her face and making her look even more beautiful than usual. He watches her for a moment, taking in the peaceful expression on her face, and feels a wave of protectiveness wash over him.

Carefully, he lifts her into his arms and carries her upstairs to her room, tucking her into bed before sitting down beside her.

Mizore's grip on his hand is surprisingly strong, and it sends a jolt of electricity through Danny's system. He looks into her eyes, wondering what she's thinking now that she's awake. Her cheeks are still flushed from sleep, and there's a softness in her expression that makes his heart skip a beat.