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huta for naive. (2023)

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Maram al-Massri, from A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor (trans. Khaled Mattawa) [ID'd]

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He kissed her with a longing that matched the tenderness in her touch. When he finally pulled back, his lips curled into a smile as their eyes met. "You're still shy, even after all we've done?" he teased, noticing the contrast between the hesitation of her words and the boldness of her actions. Leaning back slightly, he gave her space, allowing her delicate strokes to fully erect him.

When she released him, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, laced with both amusement and affection. "You're done with it? But I'm not done with you," Han teased, clearly aiming to provoke her timidness. Her words, though explicit, still carried a hint of shyness that he found endearing. With a mischievous smile, he shifted further onto the bed, making it clear he wanted her to join him.

Lying back against the mattress, Han grasped her hips, digging his fingers into her skin while guiding her to sit on his lap, signalling his desire for her to take the lead. His cock twitched underneath her, rubbing against her lower lips, coating him with her excitement. Her lust towards him could not be hidden any longer.

With her breasts hovering over his face, lips lightly brushed against her nipples until one of them was entrapped in-between. His hands slid over her ass, spreading her open with his fingers, each time nearing closer to her sphincter, teasing it lightly.

Her eyes went up, when he stopped her to touch him further, a move she had not expected from him. At his question though, a smile began to form, leaning further towards him, freeing her hand before grabbing his face to properly kiss him. "A little," she seemed to tease, but also she was guilty of liking it a bit more relaxing. Even his light touches could be so dangerous, eliciting so much pleasure at once, that she could barely handle it.

She began to blush, when his hand moved to her chest, where she would place hers on top, welcoming him. "I just want you," she began, becoming just a bit shy again. "Just a bit closer..." Reaching down again, his robe barely offering any cover as she began to stroke him again, albeit just a bit awkwardly, as she could not tell at all, what felt nice or even better to him. Even when soft, he felt so nice in her palm, before he began to harden, which made her let go, as if she had just done something forbidden, she should not have done. "Just a bit more," she added, still having a hard time to speak in a naughtier way. It felt uncalled, especially since she wanted to love him, but just a bit more. She had to completely hide her head below his own, her words almost barely audible. "I want to feel you inside of me." Only trying to hide further, it was so embarrassing to demand something that is probably considered not overly romantic, more sexual alone, she really did not want to be rude. She just wanted to experience him like this again, to be as close as physically possible.

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His deception lay not in the words he spoke, but in the ones he left unspoken—the thoughts he buried deep beneath the tension in his muscles. Guilt clung to him like a second skin. Every glance at her stirred a conflict within, an ache that gnawed at him as ferociously as the longing he felt.

He took her nudity as permission to remain unclothed beneath his robe, following her to the bed like a lost child seeking guidance. There was something strange yet fitting about the way she took the lead, her hands exploring his chest through the silk of his robe. A smile tugged at his lips, drawn out by the warmth of her touch.

"You're making me feel warm," Han murmured, feeling the shift in temperature as he leaned into her, his nose brushing the crook of her shoulder and neck. Her touch travelled lower, each caress heightening his desire while simultaneously deepening his guilt. Why now, after he had been with another? The question weighed heavily on him, yet her touch still managed to coax a low hum from his lips.

He grasped her wrist, holding her hand in place as he nuzzled against her, his lips hovering near her skin. "Do you want me to make love to you?" he asked, his voice soft but direct. He peppered her cheek with light kisses before turning to face her better, his hand moving to cup one of her breasts. His thumb brushed her nipple as his kisses grew more intense, the tenderness giving way to a more ravenous hunger. He wanted to be inside her—be embraced by her from within while holding her in his arms. Draw a moan from her lips that would echo those of Futaba still in his head.

"That better be not a lie, ..." she actually grumbled, accepting defeat in making him talk. With his words he had just admitted, that there had been something, or why else was he feeling better now? He could not trick her completely but neither would she keep pushing it, hoping that really everything was good. She wanted it to be, she wanted nothing more in the world than his happiness. It was a new motivation, a new goal maybe.

It felt so nice to be held by him, she could never explain as of why she liked to feel a bit trapped or maybe secure in his hold. The way his fingers dug into her, making sure to keep her, no matter what, it felt reassuring. Bo-ra would try to dry her hair as good and as fast as she can, though the hairdryer had to be used after all, if she did not want to leave a too damp spot on the pillows. He had already put on a bathrobe, whereas she was still nude. There was no desire from her side to dress up as well. She wanted to feel him, be this close. "Ah-" Catching her off guard with his compliment, even causing her to blush a little, before she would lead him to his (or their?) bed, laying down right beside him, with her hand already slipping below his robe, touching his chest. "Always a charmer," she murmured and kissed his chest. "You feel so warm." For her he did. Perhaps even hot, nothing she thought to ever really enjoy. Her hand would slide lower, passing the knot of his robe, before going to his groin and lightly touching him there, while resting her head near his chest, appearing a bit sleepy. "I want to be even closer."

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He reassured her with a nod, his eyes meeting hers. "Yeah, I’m okay. Even better now that I’m home." A smile curved his lips as he leaned down to steal another kiss. His words were sincere, despite the deviousness of his diversion.

When he pulled away, his eyes remained half-lidded, keeping her pressed close against him. "Bo-ra," he echoed with a smug smile, imitating the way she called his name. Her words stroked his ego. "Is that so? I’d apologise, but I do like the sound of that," Han remarked, running his fingers through his own damp hair to maintain it slicked back before shutting off the water. He was done and wanted to hold her fully, his fingers digging into her skin as he embraced her tightly. He kissed her again on her lips before reluctantly letting go.

After drying off, he slipped into a silk bathrobe, which felt sufficient until Bo-ra's presence made him reconsider. Standing before the drawer, he hesitated, debating whether to put on some underwear. But the sight of her drew his attention; he glanced over his shoulder, captivated by the way her damp hair clung to her face and how her pale skin, much like his, would be covered in goosebumps from the cold room. Han's desire flared, his gaze lingering on her. "You’re so beautiful," he confessed in a near whisper, the words slipping out almost involuntarily.

"Also for you?" she wondered, wondering about him, and not just his business. She would hum into the kiss, reaching upwards, to place her arms around his neck, indulging in the little slices of love he offered.

"Han," she murmured with a slight blush on her cheeks, after all those little kisses, which felt even more charming than usually, she could not quite describe it. "Come, I've been waiting for you for far too long," she admitted and reached to his hair, smoothing over it while wondering if he had yet to wash it or even wanted to, considering it was supposed to be a quick shower.

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He didn’t feel pressured by her inquiry, but by her concern. Han slowly shook his head, aware of her willingness to support him, but this was a burden he had to bear alone. "It’s fine, really. Everything’s going according to plan," he reassured her softly. At least, business was thriving—even if his love life was a tangled mess.

Han returned her gesture with a kiss on her cheek, then another at the corner of her lips, before capturing her mouth fully. His hand gently held her in place. Unlike Futaba’s, her kiss was tender—innocent, almost like it was their first time. He held her close, deepening the kiss, trying to lose himself in the moment as he had done earlier that night. He wanted to focus only on Bo-ra and the comfort she provided. The softness underneath his fingertips as he squeezed onto the side of her body to keep her pressed against him.

What was going on inside his mind? Wondering over the sudden tension in his body. Generally he seemed a bit odd tonight, leaving her a bit unsure despite his attempts to reassure her.

"You know you can talk to me?" she offered in a soft tone, while he held her close. "I don't like seeing you like this, ... your problems are also mine." Whatever concerned him deep down, she wished to erase it from his mind or offer hope, whatever is needed to remove those deep folds between his brows. He might not even be aware that he somewhat failed to hide it. She planted a kiss on the side of his jaw, tightening her grip around him just a bit, still relieved that he was home again. She tried not to overthink everything, but his life sadly was not the safest one.

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Han didn’t comment on how curt her response was; he felt he had no right to complain after what he had done. All those guilty thoughts he had buried came rushing back to the surface, haunting him once more. He didn’t deserve her concern. With a silent nod, Han disappeared into the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of his encounter with Futaba—the scent of her, the food, and the alcohol. Yet, no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, the guilt clung to him, a stain he couldn’t cleanse. He still felt dirty.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even pick the sound of the door opening and, even less, of her steps as she entered the shower until she held him from behind. Her touch startled him at first—his conscience betraying the faux serenity that he tried to exude. His muscles tensed, but after feeling her lips against his skin, Han could no longer deny himself from her embrace. "Yeah, everything is alright." He admitted in a low voice that was almost drowned by the sound of water running. His body turned towards her, leaning down to embrace her and nuzzle her cheek. "Now it's even better that you decided to join me."

Something seemed off, but she could not quite tell what it was, but his need to immediately apologize threw her off, as she had not tried to sound judgemental. She simply had been a bit worried about him, but his work usually prompted him to take long, though today sure was more extreme than the last days or even weeks. "Ah, ... alright." Now she definitely sounded judgemental, as she could only wonder what exactly he did then. A deal at this hour? "It's fine, I couldn't sleep anyway," she murmured and focused on her book again, sitting comfortable with a blanket around herself. Sadly he was the reason, she could not sleep but it was a detail she left out.

When she heard the shower, she started to feel just a bit guilty as well, considering how considerate he was in the end, it was not a given in her opinion, considering how little she returned in her opinion, though what she could even offer in comparison to other people in his life. She was still rather closed off.

Bo-ra leaned against his back, once she entered the shower as well, kissing him on his spine, before hugging him. "Everything is alright, ... yes?" she asked almost in a whisper. "Not mad, ... or any new problems?"

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He didn’t enjoy seeing her like this, but if he kept giving in, there was no way he'd make it home without raising suspicion. Han smiled, trying to mask his reluctance with an apologetic expression. "I know, and I'm sorry, but I really have to go," he reiterated, only to be pulled into another kiss with her lips lingering longer the second time. Even now, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him. "I need to recharge for tomorrow," he explained, not expecting her to actually hop out of bed to see him off. As he made his way out, Han paused to pick up some of the dishes that had fallen earlier—the evidence of their desperation. He'd leave her with a smile after saying his goodbyes.

As Han made his way home, the guilt began to weigh heavily on his shoulders.

When he finally arrived, he glanced up at Bo-ra, trying to mask his unease with a calm expression. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to take so long," he admitted with genuine honesty, leaning against the door frame. His shoes and jacket were already discarded by the entrance. "I had some wine, so I'll take a shower and rinse the smell," he added, knowing her distaste for alcohol, but also needing to wash away his guilt. His gaze lingered on her, almost as if silently pleading for forgiveness. "I’m sorry if I kept you awake," he said, his voice soft, almost regretful. "It's nice seeing you again."

"Han," she pouted and clung to him even more tightly, as she really did not want to let go of him again, it had been too nice and she simply wanted to keep him much longer in her bed. Does he not understand how nice it is to have him as company? How nice he feels and smells, and how charming he can be? "You are being very rude now," she tried to joke, though still managed to lean upwards and kiss him on the mouth. As cute as forehead kisses were, she needed to feel his lips one more time, ... and another as she deepened the kiss. "Hah, ... if only you could rest beside me." In the end she would get up and guide him to the door, where Apollo would show its disdain as well, not wanting him to leave either.

Bo-ra looked up from her book, when she heard the click of the door, looking in his direction. "It's late," she could not help but note. She definitely had waited for him, being a bit too worried.

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Their passion quickly escalated, leading Han to indulge in the intimate moments he shared with Futaba—moments that felt different from those with Bo-ra, even in the afterglow. He lay on her bed, his feet dangling off the edge and growing cold, while the rest of his body basked in the warmth of their closeness. Futaba clung to him tightly, making it clear she had been longing for this and was unwilling to let go easily. If not for his conscience, Han might have stayed, but after a brief moment of selfish indulgence, while gently playing with her hair—he eventually patted her shoulder to indicate it was time.

"As nice as this is, I really should get going," Han said, trying to rise to his feet despite the weight of her hold. "I’ve got some things to take care of in the morning, and I’d like to be well-rested for that." He needed to be back in his own place, after a much-needed shower to rinse away his guilt. Once he managed to free himself, he rolled to the side and kissed her forehead. "Thanks for the meal. All of them," he added with a mischievous smile as he stood up, grateful that his pants had dried.

"It was nice seeing you again," Han said, with an unexpected sincerity, gazing at her with endearment while getting dressed. "You should rest now—you look like you need it."

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"You are not leaving now, are you?" she asked, while he was basically kept locked in her hold, hugging him from the side, with her face buried right in the crock of his neck. He always smelled so nice, one could never get enough from him. Sometimes she was still tempted to keep touching him, considering it might take a while again, till she would be able to sleep with him again. "Not with those pants," she tried to argue, considering her saliva had left quite a few spots, though they should be dry again by now, still ... maybe she should not have been so careful to not waste a single drop of him when she had sucked him off.

Why can't more men like him exist? Even now, he was still an inner crisis for her, as she felt so torn due to her feelings to him but also his work, even if he tried to reach a more legal level. She still wanted to work for the police again, ideally. A bond with him would be impossible, even more so marriage, no matter how nice it was to imagine him in a black suit and search for the most expensive ring for her. He really made her feel feminine again, as accepting he was, and finding her attractive despite not being smaller and thinner.

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Jiro gifted Rei a set of new earrings, which hurt even his wallet too much. "I thought they would look nice on you." And they dangled, something he would abuse in the future when bored.

She gazed in awe at the shiny earrings he had bought her, far more expensive than anything he’d given her before. The sight left her astonished. Even the box they came in had a fancy design that made her worry about the price. Rei felt a twinge of guilt, especially with all the expenses from moving out, the wedding, and now the baby. It felt like he was doing so much for her, and she wasn’t sure how to express her gratitude.

"They're so pretty. You really didn't have to," Rei said, though she knew that gifting her something was his way of expressing affection when words didn't. Her smile was soft yet sincere as she admired the earrings before putting them on. Tilting her head to the side, she brushed her hair over her shoulder. "How do they look? Were you right?" she asked with colour on her cheeks and crescents for eyes with her smile. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly when he ultimately poked one of the earrings, testing their entertainment value.

"Thank you. For everything," she added, her voice much softer now, as she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace she'd end up lingering at. "You better eat cake with me, so I don't feel too guilty about it." Pouting as spoke, looking up.

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"Happy Birthday," Futaba began in a voice message, wishing her well, before she continued job hunting, being rather motivated after Han's visit.

Rei was already smiling as she pressed play on the voice message, clearly aware that Futaba had recorded it while exercising—or perhaps doing something else. The thought briefly coloured her cheeks with a blush, but she quickly dismissed it. Surely, Futaba wouldn't choose to send a message during that.

Extending the same courtesy, Rei decided to press record and also leave a voice message in their chat. "Thank you a lot, Fu. I hope you're making room for some cake, if my guess it's true, and you're working out. Think of it as burning calories beforehand."

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"Now you're even older," Fang wrote to Rei, after her calendar app had reminded her. Sending a dancing cat gif before sulking on her bed again, as no day brought her any motivation.

Fang's text message, lacking any warmth or genuine affection, still managed to bring a smile to Rei's features, as she had had grown accustomed to how cold and detached she could be at times. Even after clinging to her so closely. There were moments when Jiro's words echoed in her mind, making her question their friendship and whether it was merely a matter of convenience for Fang. Despite these doubts, she remained stubborn, choosing to give her friend the benefit of the doubt. She responded to Fang with the same sincerity and care that she would extend to someone like Futaba.

'Don't remind me about it!' She responded with exaggerated distress, followed by a cute sticker of a bunny offering a hug. 'Thank you so much, though. ❤ There's cake if you'd like to come over.'

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Han took immense satisfaction in the reactions he elicited from her with the skilful use of his tongue, preparing her as thoroughly as possible. Though he knew it wouldn't be enough, it was a prelude to what he had long denied himself. Eagerly, he continued, his own noises muffled by the intensity of his actions. The way her lips wrapped around him brought tension to his lower abdomen, making him feel as if he might burst at any moment. Her firm, tight grip drew a grunt from him, forcing his head back in response to the overwhelming sensation. His entire face was heated, gaining colour with the weight of her body adding to it. He felt as if he was burning. His chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Well, it would be easier to get undressed if someone moved out of the way." Han teased, giving her ass a good smack. These were the kind of things he couldn't envision himself doing with Bo-ra. He was blinded by her depravity.

His hand continued to caress her rear while she took him in deeper, moving her hand in a rhythmic fashion so he was never without stimulation. He bit his bottom lip was bitten when he felt particularly close, shutting his eyes for just a moment as he came into her mouth. His cock throbbed throughout his orgasm, enveloped fully by her lips and throat.

She smiled, when he slipped her panties down and burying his face right into her, where she would finally allow herself to push back, leaving him no escape, not that he would want to anyway, knowing him. "There... yes," she murmured, in a short moment where she would allow herself to speak, before focusing on his shaft again. As much as her cunt begged for his attention as well, the most pleasure she got a bit lower. A grunt escaped her, when he demanded her attention even more. Rather happily, she would comply, before eventually licking him clean once getting the first taste.

"Oh god..." It's been too long; shuddering at first when his wet tongue made contact, though she tried to relax to give him the best view and access. "As handsome as you are, ... a bit more is needed than just taking off your jacket," she reminded him, while keeping him sensitive, using her hand to stroke him. His cum and her saliva making her movements quick and effective, causing the most delicious noises. "If you must, but you should know where I prefer you the most." Not minding his attention there as well, but her other hole remained her favorite. Meanwhile she wanted him to come finally, when she used her mouth again, encircling him with her tongue before taking him as far as possible. Her nose nuzzling right into his sac, that received some minor attention from her hand, though she liked to believe that he preferred most focus on his shaft, and she was biased.

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The entire experience was beginning to feel like a fever dream—pulling him into a world where all his concerns faded into obscurity, leaving only the pleasure she ignited. The way her lips moved so perfectly around him coaxed a low hum from deep within his throat, one that Han doubted she'd be able to hear with her rear so close to his face. Her scent was difficult to ignore, inviting him closer. Both of his hands were placed on her hips to keep her steady for when he leaned forward, burying his nose right between her legs. His tongue lapped against her cunt, giving it the attention that it was begging for given how slick she already was, before slowly moving upwards, teasing her other hole.

Han's hips were slowly bucked forward, chasing after the sensation that her mouth left every time her head was pulled back—never fully releasing him. It didn't take long until he was already throbbing; the taste of pre-cum undeniably there already.

His fingers slid closer to her crack, spreading her open for him to dip his tongue and coat the skin with his saliva. There was no shame in any of his actions, owning his depravity. Slowly, his fingertips were beginning to cave in, stretching her while he diverted his attention to her cunt, which was dripping wet for him. "You're dripping wet. Should I lick you clean? Wonder if you've been like this ever since you opened the door for me."

"I'm glad you understand finally," she smiled, considering how difficult he had made it for her before, enough that she had been sure that nothing more would happen on that day, after his hunger and worries seemed to dominate his mind. Was it manipulative? She was not sure, but she was sure that Han really did want to be close to her right now.

Futaba blushed when he mentioned that particular detail again. "No," she almost huffed. "This time you can do the work." And that was the moment she decided to change location, even though he looked rather delicious on his back, but there he would end up soon again, once reaching her bedroom, where he was pushed back down on a small mattress. Unlike before, she sat down differently this time, leaving it to him if he wanted to get a taste or not, while she was busy with opening his pants and bury her nose right into it. His musky smell, immediately invited her in as her lips would already engulf him. At the same time she would raise her hips for him, presenting her rear, while also using her one hand to stroke him at the base. This is where she wanted to be in this moment, as much as she liked to receive, she loved to give even more and his thick shaft felt so nice, when it filled her mouth and throat, coating it with her saliva, which already dripped out, making it as messy as possible to hear a satisfying pop when bobbing her head.

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At that moment, Han didn’t even consider the implications of her words, especially with Bo-ra now occupying his kitchen ever since their reunion. The sense that he shouldn’t be doing this was completely overridden by his desire for Futaba, a desire that had been simmering since that night. He allowed her to discard her clothes on the floor, his eyes catching on the lace she revealed. It made him think she’d planned this all along, shooting her an accusatory look.

"You weren’t planning to let me leave without picking up where we left off, were you?" Han teased, his hands moving over to her breasts, touching her the way she clearly wanted. The feel of her, so different from Bo-ra, immediately brought his thoughts back to her, causing his brows to furrow. But Futaba’s question pulled him out of that mental conflict, and he looked up at her, slowly nodding in response.

"It wouldn’t be so difficult to restrain myself if I didn’t," he admitted, offering her a half-smile. Despite the turmoil in his mind, his body reacted to the situation, responding to her touch and the undeniable tension between them. His cock was already semi-hard underneath her, trapped underneath her weight. His thumbs brushed along her nipples through the fabric, teasing them while staring absent-mindedly. "I should've paid attention if our wine still has a cork. I don't recall." Han teased, while also wondering if she had prepped herself in advance, too.

She called for his name, when he finally returned the passion, she had been silently asking for, no more holding back. This is how she remembered and loved him. Perhaps she should feel guilty for not giving him time, but sadly he was not the only greedy person in this room here. "Ngh." Pressing herself down on his groin, while his hands dug into her rear, prompting her to grind and move her hips to catch a little bit of friction his trapped bulge offered.

"Why..." Needing a second to catch her breath. The excitement she felt clearly written over her features. "Why do you think I wanted this dinner, ... there were so many things I wanted to put right this time, though I should have demanded to use your kitchen." His quarters were more comfortable than whatever she had to offer here. The tiles must bring quite the discomfort to his back and the pressure she put on him. He had to bear it though, just a bit longer as she got up to remove her pants, only to claim his waist immediately after, with her blouse following next, revealing a lingerie out of lace. She wanted to be the hottest woman in his life, pressing his hands to her breasts as she wanted him to fondle them. "Do you, ... do you want me?" she asked, knowing he preferred her ass more than her breasts.

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Han’s last shred of self-restraint evaporated the moment she responded with the fiery passion he adored. Her lips captured his in a rough kiss that took his breath away, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Despite bracing himself against the table, it wasn’t enough to prevent the clatter of plates crashing to the floor. But none of that seemed to matter to Futaba, whose only desire was to have him one more time.

He kissed her back, passionately, with a hunger that food could never satisfy. It was a craving he hadn’t realised he had until now. His teeth grazed her bottom lip as his hands roamed along the sides of her body, exploring every curve and crevice. They finally settled on her rear, fingers spread, pulling her closer despite the barrier of their clothes. At that moment, any concerns he had were pushed aside, locked away in the recesses of his mind. All that mattered was his desire for her. He slipped his hands under her pants, seeking the heat of her skin, desperate to remove the fabric that was in the way.

A gasp escaped him as he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, noticing Apollo out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately, the dog seemed more interested in the food that had fallen than in them. With a slight smirk and half-lidded eyes, Han looked up at Futaba. "You shouldn’t have left that night," he murmured, referring to the night she bailed—the night before Bo-ra’s return.

"That's why it's not just named plus," she reminded him, the word friend was still before it. There was just the bonus of being sexually intimate as well and she could not deny that this meant a lot to her, being physically close and not just emotionally alone. Though she could not deny, they have slacked a little in the emotional part, but unlike him she had other friends, where she could reveal her feelings but even there, she liked to keep her worries usually for herself.

"You never were?" Where was he getting that idea from? Just because she had admitted enjoying sex with him, among the other non-sexual things he offered? "I never thought of that you," she even added. Maybe in the beginning but not later. Her adrenaline rose the moment he got up from his chair, before gasping when he finally touched her. So gentle, while towering over her, it was so hot. She could feel her face heat up. "I don't care," she whispered. She wanted him badly in this moment. The way he moved and acted had always been too alluring and right now it was driving her insane. Not even a second after he was done speaking, she had pulled him down to obtain a real kiss from him. Using all her strength, perhaps even too much, considering both ended up on the floor, with some of the plates falling down, with Han's futile attempt to use the table as support. "Be greedy just one more time." She spoke between her kisses, while leaning right over him, keeping him partially locked with her weight.