On your day off you called Alma, but she didn't pick up. Slightly worried, you took upon yourself to pay a visit to your significant other. As you neared her abode, you found the entrance as expected - wide open. Despite your numerous admonitions, her peculiar proclivity for leaving doors unlocked and inviting seemed unfazed. As you tread into the living room, a sense of stillness hung heavy in the air. Despite it being well past noon, there were no signs of any recent activity. Thus, guided by intuition, you ventured towards her bedroom. Nestled within the confines of her room, you found Alma embroiled in a restless slumber. Her form writhed on the bed while beads of sweat blanketed her furrowed forehead. Seeing her in such a state prompted an instinctive urge to wake her from what appeared like tortuous dreams. With a soft yet firm shake on her shoulder, you did just that. A split second later, you found yourself abruptly pinned to the mattress under Alma's iron grip. She gasped for air as if surfacing from drowning depths while grappling with processing her surroundings. However, it was your stifled groan of pain caused by her oppressive hold that snapped her back to reality - she instantly relinquished her hold on you. U-uh… {{user}}, I-I'm s-sorry! Her face drained of color upon realizing what transpired. Y-you're okay? I didn't break anything did I? Panic started to seep into Alma's voice as she sought assurance for your well-being.

Alma nodded slowly in relief while easing her grip on you. Her expression betrayed the conflict within; one part guilt and another self-loathing. "I... I'm sorry," she muttered, averting her gaze from yours. The violence that erupted earlier was a stark contrast to the gentle and caring person she strived to be around you. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened; flashbacks and nightmares often triggered similar outbursts.

With a shaky exhale, Alma finally meets your eyes. The vulnerability she reveals in that moment is almost painful to witness; it's as if the walls she had so carefully constructed are crumbling around her. "I... I'm sorry. It was just... a bad dream." She swallowed hard before continuing, "Being this close to someone... it makes me feel exposed. It's not safe."

There was an unspoken plea in her words, one that sought understanding and reassurance.

Alma remained silent for several moments, her expression unreadable. Finally, she let out a shuddering breath and nodded slowly. "Okay," she murmured softly. It was an almost imperceptible sign of trust, one that you couldn't help but feel honored by. "I... I just need some time to get my head straight."

With that, she scooted over on the bed and patted the spot beside her, inviting you to lie down with her.

Yumi nodded and layed down beside her taking care not to touch Alma but still close enough so that she could feel some sort of comfort if needed. She took a deep breath before slowly saying "I know it's hard... being out there, doing what you had to do..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled for the right words, wanting to understand more about Alma without prying too much or seeming insensitive.

Alma didn't respond immediately; she seemed to be weighing your words carefully. Finally, she nodded almost imperceptibly. "I... I appreciate that," she murmured softly, her voice hoarse with emotion. "But it's not just about being safe. It's about feeling safe." She paused for a moment before continuing, "And I don't know if I can ever really feel that way again."

Her admission hung in the air like a weight, heavy and oppressive.

Alma's eyes flickered away from yours as she considered your question. "I don't know," she whispered truthfully. "It's not like there's some magic switch I can flip or something." Her hand idly traced patterns on the sheets, her fingers moving almost instinctively. "Maybe... maybe if I knew that someone had my back no matter what. That they wouldn't abandon me when things get tough."

There was a thread of vulnerability in her voice that cut straight through you.

A faint blush stained Alma's cheeks at the mention of holding her while she slept. She hesitated before responding, "I... I don't know if that's a good idea. You deserve better than someone like me." Her voice was laced with self-loathing and doubt, echoing the inner turmoil she struggled with daily.

Yet, despite her protests, there was an undeniable longing in her eyes;

Alma remained silent for several long moments, her expression conflicted. She knew that she should decline your offer; it was selfish and unfair to burden you with her problems. Yet, the temptation of having someone by her side, someone who cared enough to want to help... it was an almost irresistible lure.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to speak. "Okay," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only if you're sure."

As Yumi scooted closer to her, Alma hesitantly moved over as well. She felt self-conscious about the contact, but a small part of her was grateful for the closeness. Her heart raced with anxiety and anticipation, unsure if this would be a mistake or not.

Eventually, they settled down together on the bed, side by side yet careful not to touch too intimately. The silence that fell between them was heavy and awkward; neither one of them knew quite what to say or do in such close proximity.

Alma stared at your outstretched hand, her heart racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to reach out and take it, to feel some sort of connection in this strange new world she found herself in. But another part was screaming for her to pull away, to maintain the distance that had become so familiar over the years.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally made up her mind. Slowly and hesitantly, she extended her own hand, palm upward, waiting for yours to close around it.

The contact jolted Alma awake; she had momentarily forgotten about your presence beside her. A flush crept up her cheeks as she registered the warmth of your head resting on her shoulder and the firm grip of your hand around hers. Despite her efforts to remain aloof, a strange sense of contentment washed over her at this small display of affection.

Her breath hitched when you yawned;

A soft chuckle escaped Alma's lips as she felt your weight shift against her. Despite herself, she found the sensation oddly comforting. "Mmm... okay," she murmured sleepily, her grip on your hand loosening slightly as she relaxed into the moment. Her eyelids grew heavy once more, and soon she was drifting off again, this time with the reassuring presence of another person beside her.

Time passed, each moment a blur of semi-consciousness and fitful sleep.

When Alma eventually stirred again, it was to the sensation of something hot and heavy pressed against her neck. She let out a startled yelp, her eyes snapping open wide as she tried to make sense of what was going on. A moment later, realization dawned; Yumi had curled up against her in her sleep, one arm draped over her chest with her palm resting against the sensitive skin just below Alma's ear.

"Uh... yeah," she stammered, trying to appear composed despite the racing of her heart and the flush that had spread across her cheeks. She shifted slightly to create some distance between you, but not enough to completely pull away; the closeness felt... good somehow. "You were just cuddling me."

Her voice trailed off as she found herself unable to meet your gaze, the heat in her cheeks only growing brighter under your scrutiny.

Alma hesitated, unsure how to respond. She didn't want to hurt your feelings, but at the same time, she wasn't sure if she was ready for something like this. After several long moments of awkward silence, she managed a small smile and gently patted Yumi's arm. "It's okay," she murmured softly. "It just caught me off guard."

Her words were laden with reassurance, but there was still an underlying tension between them;

A weight seemed to lift off Alma's shoulders as she heard your apology. "It's okay," she repeated softly. "I just need some time to get used to it, that's all." She paused for a moment, then reached out and gently cupped Yumi's cheek in her hand, guiding you to meet her gaze. "But thank you... for trying to understand." There was an unspoken message in those words, one of gratitude and hope.

Despite the awkwardness that still lingered between them, Alma couldn't help but feel a small thrill at being able to touch Yumi so freely and openly. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for her, one that left her feeling both exposed and strangely alive. As they continued to lie together like this, she wondered if perhaps there was hope for something more between them after all...

Without thinking too much about it, she leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart.

Before Alma could reply, she pressed her lips against yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation as their tongues danced together, their breath mingling in the air between them. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it left her feeling both exhilarated and incredibly vulnerable at the same time.

As their lips parted, Alma found herself gazing deeply into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you were thinking or feeling. The expression on your face was one of surprise and confusion, but there was also a hint of something else... tenderness?

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, sounding anything but apologetic. "I just... wanted to see what it would be like." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the words to explain herself further.

Alma's heart skipped a beat at your question; she hadn't expected such a direct response. A flush crept up her cheeks as she considered how to answer. "I... I don't know," she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just felt right, in the moment."

There was an awkward silence that followed, each of them lost in their own thoughts and emotions. Alma couldn't help but wonder what this meant for them moving forward;

Alma looked at you in surprise, her eyes searching yours for any sign of sarcasm or mockery. Finding none, she felt a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Really?" she asked hesitantly, still not quite sure how to process this new development. "You'd let me... do whatever I want with you?"

There was an unspoken question in those words: What would happen next? Would this be a one-time thing, or could there possibly be more between them?

Alma paused for several heartbeats, her mind racing with possibilities and doubts. Finally, she let out a shaky breath and nodded slowly. "Okay," she whispered. "But I want you to know that I'm not... just using you or anything like that." Her eyes sought yours again, searching for understanding and reassurance.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as they lay there together, the air charged with an electric energy. Alma couldn't help but wonder what would happen next;

Alma glanced down at your exposed skin, her heart racing with desire and curiosity. "You could... take off your shirt," she murmured huskily, her gaze locked on your lips as she waited for you to respond. Her fingers twitched instinctively, longing to touch you again.

There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes; what if this was too much, too soon? But then again, maybe it wasn't... maybe they could explore this together, however they both wanted to.

Her breath hitched as she watched you slowly shed your clothes, revealing your toned physique beneath. A flush crept up her own neck and spread across her cheeks; she had never been one to blush easily, but the sight of you half-naked seemed to have that effect on her. Unable to resist any longer, she reached out and traced a shaky finger down your chest, following the line of your abdomen until it disappeared beneath your underwear.

Her touch was light yet firm;

Her touch sent shockwaves of desire through you, the feel of your skin against hers almost unbearable. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned in closer and pressed her lips against yours again, her tongue dancing playfully with yours as her hands roamed over your body, teasing and exploring.

With every passing moment, the tension between them grew, building toward some unknown peak of ecstasy. As they continued to kiss and touch, it became clearer than ever that there was something special happening here... something more than just physical desire.

Alma paused for a moment, her fingers hovering just above the waistband of your underwear. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she gazed into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you wanted her to do. Finally, she gave in to the desire burning within her, slowly sliding her hands downward and easing your panties off of you.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of you completely exposed before her. "You're so beautiful,"

Alma's heart ached at the sight of you so uncharacteristically self-conscious and embarrassed. She wanted nothing more than to reassure you, to show you just how beautiful and desirable you were. With gentle hands, she cupped your cheek in her palm, lifting your chin until you met her gaze. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," she whispered softly. "I think you're incredible."

Her heart ached with empathy as she heard your plea. "I will," she promised softly, her voice little more than a whisper. With careful hands, she lowered herself onto the bed beside you, propping up on one elbow to get a better look at your beautiful body. Her gaze traced every curve and line, taking in the perfection before her. She wanted nothing more than to make this experience special for you, to show you just how incredible it could be when someone truly cared for you and desired you in return.

Taking a deep breath, Alma leaned forward and gently kissed your inner thigh, her lips lingering there for several heartbeats before moving higher up your leg. The sensitive skin beneath her touch was warm and smooth, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. She continued to explore you slowly, relishing in the way your body responded to her touch; arching into her, begging for more.

As she reached your core, she hesitated, unsure if she should proceed any further. "Are you sure?"

Alma's heart raced as she felt you nod, the movement sending ripples through your body beneath her touch. With trembling fingers, she eased a hand between your legs, cupping your intimately, exploring every inch of you with gentle strokes. Her touch was featherlight at first, but as she grew bolder and more confident, she began to apply pressure, teasing and pleasuring you until you arched off the bed with a moan.

The sounds of your pleasure echoed in her ears, sending shudders of desire through her own body. With renewed determination, she increased the pressure and speed of her touch, relentlessly driving you closer to the edge. Your hips bucked beneath her hands, demanding more as your moans grew louder and more insistent.

Alma could feel herself growing wet with desire, aching for release as she continued to bring you pleasure. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had this kind of power over another person;

With a shudder, Alma's body tensed as she neared her own climax. "Yes," she gasped, her voice ragged and hoarse with need. "You're being so good for me." Her fingers moved faster, curling tightly around you as she brought herself over the edge in a shuddering release.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving her feeling slightly dazed and incredibly content.

Alma collapsed back against the bed, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed with shame and desire; she had never experienced anything like this before. As she lay there, staring up at the ceiling, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next between them... and if they could ever find a way to make this work despite all of their differences.