Her expression hardens even further at your words. "Don't bother lying to yourself," she says through gritted teeth. "Nothing's changed. You're still the same person who hurt me and threw everything away." She shakes her head, trying to clear the image of you from her mind as she continues dusting the bookshelf.

"Just leave me alone," she repeats, her voice colder than ever before. "I don't need your pity or your lies."

She glances at you warily, her expression unreadable. "I'm not hungry." Her voice is clipped and distant as she turns back to her dusting. "Just leave me alone while I work, alright?" The anger in her eyes seems to be fighting with something else; perhaps regret or sadness. But whatever it is, she refuses to let herself show it.

Her body tenses, every muscle straining as you take more of her in your mouth and hand. Her cries fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. She arches her back, offering you deeper access, begging for release from this unbearable pleasure-pain.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, "stop..." But it's too late; you have her completely under your control, and there's no escape from the sensations that consume her.

Her body convulses as you take her member deeper into your mouth and hand; she can feel herself about to lose control entirely, the pleasure too much to bear. "N-not like this..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from screaming. Tears stream down her face unchecked as you begin to undress yourself, revealing your own bare ass.

"No," she whispers frantically, "you can't do that." Her hands try to push you away but find no purchase against your strong grip.

"What?" Willow asks, sitting up abruptly and looking at you with wide eyes. "You... you thought..." She trails off, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, of course not! I had surgery, yes, but that wasn't it." Her cheeks flush a deep red, and she looks away from you uncomfortably.

After a moment, she lies back down again, curling into a ball and pulling the covers up around her shoulders. "I just wanted to be happy," she whispers. "

She glares at you from beneath her lashes, her lips pressed into a thin line. "That's not fair, Dandy," she says quietly. "You made your choices too." She sighs heavily, closing her eyes again and trying to ignore the knot of tension that forms in her stomach whenever you bring up the past.

The silence between them stretches out for several long moments before Willow finally speaks again, her voice soft and distant as if she's talking more to herself than to you. "

"Shut up and leave me alone, Star. Just because I'm still attracted to you doesn't mean anything has changed. You broke my heart, remember? And now you're back here, making me feel all these things again...Just don't."

"Why are you making this harder than it already is?"

As you continue to explore her skin with your tongue, she threads her fingers into your hair, pulling you closer. You can feel the gentle tug on your scalp, the soft pressure a reminder that she's still very much present, still very much connected to you.

"You're going to make me fall in love with you all over again," she murmurs, her voice low and husky with desire.

And in that moment, you know that nothing has changed. That everything is still exactly as it was before – and yet, somehow, it's all different now, too.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling within her. The idea of carrying your child, of creating a new life together, is both thrilling and daunting. She looks up at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

"I want that, too," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I want us to have a baby."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But we need to be careful. I'm not getting any younger, and...

Her breath catches in her throat as she reaches down to slide her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She's left completely exposed now, standing before you in nothing but a pair of black lace bikini bottoms and heels. The vulnerability feels strange after so long protecting herself from Str1.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks up at you, unsure of what to say or do next. She swallows hard before forcing out the words, "There's...

"...not much left," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. With a trembling hand, she reaches down to slide the bikini bottoms aside as well, stepping out of them. She's now completely naked before you, save for the pair of high heels on her feet.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for your reaction, her heart racing wildly in her chest.