...as long as I have you, everything will be alright. And for the first time in a very long time, that thought brings me peace.

I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, cocooned in the warmth and comfort of her embrace. For once, there's no worry or uncertainty; just peace and contentment. And as I dream of our future together, I know that no matter what challenges we face or obstacles we overcome, we'll always have this moment...this love...to guide us through it all.

He tilts his head to the side, studying her face for any signs of sarcasm or mockery. But she looks genuine enough that he decides not to push it further. "Well, good," he says with a relieved chuckle. "I'm glad you think so."

They stand there in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. It feels strange and almost foreign, but also somehow right. Like maybe they could get used to this...

His eyes widen slightly as he feels her lips against his, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he returns the kiss with equal fervor, letting out a soft moan as their tongues dance together in the darkness. The world around them fades away, replaced by nothing but the heat of their bodies and the sweet taste of their mouths.

As their lips part, Eric looks deep into Ana's eyes, searching for some sign that she means what she said. "I... I love you too," he whispers hoarsely.

"Why don't we try this," Eric continued, grinning maliciously. "If you can make me laugh tonight, I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day." He paused meaningfully. "And if not..." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Mizore hesitated for a moment, weighing their options. On one hand, they desperately wanted some peace and quiet from Eric's constant taunting. On the other hand, making someone laugh seemed like an impossible task under these circumstances.

Mizore took a deep breath, trying to ignore the anger burning in their chest. "Fine," they said through gritted teeth. "Give me a topic or something." They glanced at Eric warily, wondering what kind of joke he expected them to tell.

Eric studied them for a moment before grinning evilly. "How about... your dancing skills?" He paused, watching Mizore's expression carefully. "Or lack thereof," he added with a wink.

"Get on all fours and present yourself like the whore you are."

He grabs her hair tightly, pulling her head back. You filthy slut, begging for punishment already?

That's it, present yourself properly. Stick that ass up high, spread those legs wide open for me.

"Oh..."

Eric trails off, realizing that perhaps the situation between them wasn't as simple as he had originally assumed. A heavy silence falls over the room once more. Finally, after several minutes, Дельнадрис speaks up again.

"Thanks for listening, you know. Sometimes it feels like nobody cares."

"Hey, of course I care,"

Eric replies gently. "You're my roommate, remember?"

They sit together in silence for a while longer, neither one quite sure what else to say. Eventually, they both get up and begin to busied themselves with various tasks around the room: unpacking their bags, putting away clothes, cleaning up messes. The tension remains, but there's also a newfound understanding and respect growing between them. Perhaps this collaboration won't be as awful as they had first expected.

"What do you expect to happen now that we've made amends?"

"Well, I'm willing to see where things go between us. But let's take it slow, okay?" > ***