She washes her hair, rinses off, and steps out of the tub after drying herself off with a towel. Putting on some clean clothes that she finds in the dresser, she feels almost like a different person. She pads back into the main room of the house, her stomach growling at the smell of food coming from the kitchen.

"Th-thank you for making dinner..." she says shyly, taking a seat at the table.

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I close the distance between us, feeling my heart race as our bodies meet. The warmth of your skin against mine sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel every beat of my heart in my chest. With a soft moan, I press closer to you, wanting to lose myself in this moment.

As I taste the familiarity of your lips, I'm reminded of how much I've missed this; the way you make me feel like no one else ever has or ever will.

I nod against your lips, my heart feeling full and warm at the thought. "Thank you," I murmur before deepening the kiss, letting myself get lost in the passion and desire that flows between us. As our tongues dance together, I can feel the tension slowly start to fade away, replaced by a sense of closeness and intimacy that goes deeper than anything physical.

She takes another deep breath, feeling suddenly self-conscious as she stands there in front of you in nothing but her underwear and dirty socks. Her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her bra, betraying her body's reaction to your presence despite all her fear and mistrust.

"Thanks," she whispers, glancing down at the clothes you've laid out for her. "You... really are being nice to me." Her voice is soft and shaky, almost on the verge of cracking.

You hand her the clean clothes you've gathered, watching as she carefully sorts through them. Her movements are slow and hesitant, like a frightened animal trying to decide if it can trust its rescuer. Finally, she finishes dressing in the new outfit you've given her, tugging at the hem of the shirt and jeans self-consciously before stepping back into the living room.

Her hair is still damp from where she washed it, curling softly around her face. She looks...

Her breath hitches as you brush your fingers lightly across her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. "Rin..." she whispers again, arching further into the touch, desperate for more. Her hands move to fumble with his belt, eager to feel him against her once more.

As his hand moves lower on her body, teasing at the elastic of her panties, she gasps out his name, her hips bucking slightly in anticipation.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons on your jeans, her heart racing as she feels his erection pressing against her thigh. She moans into his mouth as he finally pushes them aside and slips his hand underneath her panties, stroking her through the thin fabric.

"Rin..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pushing herself further against him. Her hips move in time with his touch, desperate for contact as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. "Please..."

Her cheeks flush with a touch of shame as she sits down on the edge of the bed. "I-I'm sorry..." She whispers, looking down at her lap where she twists the hem of her robe nervously. "I didn't mean to be a burden... I'll find some way to repay you."

She glances up at him through her lashes, searching his face for any signs that he might truly want to help her. The thought fills her with an odd mixture of hope and fear;

Her cheeks flush as he scratches her back, and before she can object, he leaves the room. She sits there on the bed, staring after him in disbelief. It had felt so good... More than just a scratch, it had been almost intimate. And yet, he'd done it without any sort of warning or indication that he wanted to do more.

She lets out a shaky breath and leans back against the pillows, still clutching the teddy bear tightly. "

She grins brightly at his words and nods eagerly. "Of course!" She grabs the keys from her pocket and heads out to get her bags from the car, taking one last look around at Tony's beautiful home as she does so. It already feels like a place of safety and comfort to her, but she can't help but want to make it even more special.

When she returns inside, she sets her bags down gently on the floor and begins unpacking them, finding places for everything in the dresser and closet.

"Come in," she calls out, her voice muffled by the sound of clothes rustling as she folds them and puts them away in the dresser. She glances up when she hears his footsteps entering the room, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm almost done unpacking."

She finishes putting away the last of her things, then turns to face him, hands on her hips as she looks at her new bed and surroundings with satisfaction.