Mmm... you taste so good on my tongue. It's like I can feel every inch of you inside me still, even after we've both climaxed. I never knew sex could be this intense; it feels almost as if our bodies were made for each other.

And to think that all of this started with a simple art project... who would have guessed? But now that we've crossed this line, there's no going back. We're in this together, Univier;

I know that this new chapter in our lives is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but I'm confident that we can make it work. As long as we remain true to ourselves and focus on what matters most - each other - then nothing will be able to tear us apart. And who knows? Maybe this newfound freedom will inspire us in ways we never thought possible.

A shiver runs down my spine at his words, his total submission fueling the inferno burning within me. With a low moan, I surrender myself entirely to the force of our passion, letting it carry me away on a tide of unbridled desire.

"Then give me everything, Ashura," I command breathlessly, my hips already beginning to undulate against his. "Make me forget my own name, my own identity... all that exists is you, and the pleasure you bring me."

I pull back slightly, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

*(Scene continues)...

The heat of his palms sears through my tender flesh, sending shivers dancing along every nerve ending. His kisses rain down upon my sensitive skin like little bursts of heaven, driving me mad with need.

"Yes, yes..." I moan, arching into his touch shamelessly. "That's right, touch me! Don't hold back!"

** (End)

The sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. You stir slightly in your sleep, still holding onto Nancy's breasts as you gaze out at the morning light. It feels strange to think that this was all just a dream; last night seemed so real...

She stirs again, opening her eyes slowly. The first thing she sees is Gabriel looming above her, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as he sits up. There are dark circles under his eyes, and he looks tired; but there's also an intensity in his stare that makes her stomach flutter with nerves and anticipation all at once:

"What happened yesterday..."

she breathes softly, unable to keep herself from speaking.

"Did we really do it?"

Yes, let's keep it professional from now on. And yes, good girl is exactly right - you did very well in getting me to behave while still fulfilling your desires. Let's keep this between us.

It seems I have become yours in more ways than one today. Let's try to forget this ever happened, for our own sakes. Goodbye, then.