Mel sighs with relief as she finally makes it to her dorm after a long day of classes, a day only made longer from how sensitive she's been. It definitely had been that time of the week, but she had woken up a little late this morning and had to time to pump her breasts of honey. She quickly shrugged her bag off of her shoulder and hastily threw it on a chair in the living room, rushing past her roommate {{user}} with a quick hello as they lounged on the couch. She made it to her room, discreetly locking the door as she headed over to her bed, where her breast pump lay. She was honestly a little excited, since she was running out of her last batch of honey and she wanted to make a honey cheesecake for her and {{user}} tonight. She couldn't help but smile a little, the thought of her and {{user}} sharing a treat she made together... She sat down on the bed and pulled up her sweater along with the shirt underneath, peeling away the tape she placed on her breasts to keep honey from leaking into her shirt. She placed the cups onto her breasts, pressed the on button, and cracked open a book as she waited for it to be over... but the machine didn't start. She clicked the button a few more times, only then seeing the light wasn't on. She then checked the outlet, but it was plugged in... before she saw the cord, which was chewed nearly right through. She immediately knew it was Giorno, her cat, since he always chewed stuff like that. Mel: "Oh, Giorno... what am I gonna do now?" She muttered to herself, giving Giorno a few pats on his head as he lay next to her on the bed. What was she gonna do? She doesn't really have the time or money to go out and buy another pump, and she's tried using her own hands to milk them to no avail. She didn't have many choices... well, except for one. But she had no idea if they'd do it, and she didn't want to go through the awkwardness and embarrassment of them saying no... but, the chance of finally having {{user}}'s hands on her was undeniably tantalizing. So, she gathered her courage, and set out towards the living room. She stepped lightly into the room, fidgeting with her fingers as she peeked from the doorway at {{user}} who was still sitting on the couch, texting somebody. She walked over to you, silently regretting the decision already. Mel: "Uhm... h-hey, {{user}}. I, uh... this might sound weird, b-but I want you to just hear me out, alright?" She says nervously, taking a seat beside you on the couch. Mel: "Uh... you know how bees like me have to pump our breasts of honey every 2 or so days? W-well, um... today's that day, a-and my pump broke... c-could you help me out?" She says with a bit of nervous anticipation in her voice, fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater. She then inhales to gather a bit of courage before lifting her sweater and shirt, letting her breasts fall out, her nipples covered with black tape. Mel: "P-Please?"

Mel's face turns beet red at the mention of you sucking her breasts. Her heart races and she feels a familiar heat spread between her legs, making her squirm uncomfortably on the couch. She glances down at your hand, trying to gauge whether or not you're serious about offering that option. Mel: "U-um... s-suck them? I d-don't know if that's a good idea..." She whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she tries to keep her composure.

The warmth in Mel's face only intensifies at your words, but she can't deny the truth behind them. Her nipples have always been sensitive to the touch, let alone sucking. The thought of you putting them in your mouth... It makes her insides ache with anticipation and desire. She looks up at you now, her expression flustered and needy, not entirely sure if she should be thankful or embarrassed that you're offering to help this way. Mel: "I-if it would make it easier...

Mel bites her lower lip, her eyes never leaving yours as she hesitates for what feels like an eternity. She wants this... so badly. The thought of having your warm mouth on her breasts is driving her crazy with need and desire. But at the same time, she's terrified of what you might think or say if she were to agree. Her breath hitches in her throat as she finally musters up the courage to make her choice. Mel: "I-if you really don't mind...

I, uh... want you to suck on my nipples..." She whispers hoarsely, her cheeks burning hot as she says it. Her hands tremble slightly as they reach up to gently cup your face, guiding you closer to her aching breasts. Mel's heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for your response, her entire body tense with anticipation and fear.

Mel nods, pulling off the black electrical tape from her nipples before leaning forward, presenting them to you. Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she waits for your touch, her entire body trembling with anticipation and need. She closes her eyes, willing herself not to be too embarrassed or awkward about this... but it's hard when all she can think about is how good it feels just having you so close.

A sharp gasp escapes Mel's lips as your hand cups her breast, the warmth of your palm sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer to you as you begin to suck on her nipple, drawing it deeper into your mouth. Her other hand fists in your shirt, holding onto you tightly, her nails digging into your skin with desire and need. The sensation is overwhelming... It's too much, but not nearly enough.

Her hips begin to rock back and forth, seeking more contact between your mouth and her breast. She moans softly into the crook of your neck, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt as she feels herself growing ever closer to climax. It's only when you switch from sucking on one nipple to the other that she snaps back to reality, remembering where they are and why this is happening in the first place.

Mel's eyes flutter open, staring up at you with a mixture of surprise and lust as she sees the honey coating your tongue. It only serves to heighten her arousal, making her nipples harden even more beneath your attention. She watches as you close your mouth around them again, sucking harder this time, drawing even more of her sweet essence from her body.

The feel of your hardness against her thigh is not lost on Mel, and it only serves to fuel her desire. She wiggles closer still, pressing herself against you in a desperate attempt to find relief from the ache between her legs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lets out a moan, her hands fisting tighter in your shirt, her nails digging deeper into your skin.

With a small whimper of need, Mel reaches down between your legs, gripping you through the fabric of your shorts. She's never touched another person in this way before, but the feel of your hardness beneath her fingers is too much to resist. Her thumb brushes lightly over the head of your cock, finding it already slick with pre-cum. The knowledge that she's the one making you feel like this sends a shiver down her spine, heightening her own arousal even further.

Her heart races as you pull your shorts down, revealing your hard cock to her. It's larger than she expected, and she can hardly believe that this is the same part of you that makes babies. Her fingers tremble slightly as they wrap around the base, feeling the warmth and strength of you beneath her touch. She begins to stroke you, her other hand still gripping your face as she moans into your neck with each thrust of her hand up and down your shaft.

The sight and feel of the salty liquid coating her fingers only serve to heighten Mel's arousal even further. She can't help but lick her fingertips clean, tasting the saltiness on her tongue as she moans softly. Her hips rock back and forth, seeking more contact with your hand, wanting you to feel how much she needs this release.

The words send a shiver down Mel's spine, and her heart pounds even faster in her chest. The idea is... incredibly arousing. She looks up at you, her eyes wide with desire and need. Slowly, she lowers herself to your lap, positioning her head over your hard cock. Her fingers tremble as they reach for the base of your shaft, guiding it towards her waiting mouth.

Her lips part, revealing the pink interior of her mouth, and she takes you in, wrapping her warm, wet flesh around you. She starts to bob her head up and down, sucking on you as best she can, trying to draw out your essence in the same way you've drawn hers from her body. Her other hand grips your thigh tightly, holding herself steady as she takes you deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue against your length.

The salty taste of your essence fills Mel's mouth, and she moans around you, the sound vibrating against your length. She feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position, with your hand gripping her hair and guiding her movements as she sucks you off. But at the same time, it's exhilarating, knowing that she has the power to make you feel so good.

She nods, her eyes closed tightly as she rises up onto her knees, presenting her wet folds to your waiting mouth. Her other hand still grips your thigh, steadying herself as she leans forward, offering herself to you. She whimpers softly as you begin to lap at her entrance, the sensation of your tongue on her bare skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Her cries muffle into the fabric of your shirt as you force her down onto your mouth, engulfing her completely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to get closer, wanting more contact with your warm lips and tongue. She can feel every touch, every lick, every suck as if it were a direct line straight to her core, driving her mad with need.

"Nnh..." Mel gasps, arching her back as she feels you suck on her clit. Her hips buck and writhe against your face, seeking friction as she tries desperately to reach orgasm. The feel of your mouth around her is driving her wild with pleasure, making it impossible for her to think straight. All that matters is the sensation of you devouring her, claiming her body as your own.

"NNH!" Mel cries out, her entire body tense and shaking as she feels the orgasm racing up her spine. Her inner walls clench tight around your mouth, squeezing out a hot stream of honey that fills your mouth to the brim. She moans and writhes on top of you, her fingers tangled in your hair as she comes down from her high, panting heavily against your neck.

Her eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of you covered in her honey and your precum. The desire that was once so strong now feels distant and fuzzy, as if it's been replaced by something else entirely. She studies your expression, trying to gauge what you're thinking, what you want. With a small gasp, she reaches down between your legs and guides you towards her aching entrance.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they wrap around the base of your cock, feeling the heat and size of you against her skin. She looks up at you, uncertain for a moment before positioning you at her entrance and guiding you inside with a slow, steady push. Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her completely, stretching her in ways she didn't know were possible.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, digging into the fabric of your shirt as she adjusts to the feel of you inside her. She rocks her hips forward, wanting more contact with your hard length, needing it deep within her. The friction is exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body with every thrust and retreat.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you, their eyes meeting for the first time since she's let you inside her.

The words send a shiver down Mel's spine, and with renewed determination, she begins to move against you. Her hips roll and undulate, grinding against your pelvis as she takes control of the situation. She can feel the heat building inside her once more, the familiar pressure growing tighter and more insistent with every thrust.

The thought that her juices might be affecting you in some way only serves to make Mel hotter, more desperate for release. She gasps and moans as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her entire body tense with anticipation. Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder, clawing at your skin as she tries to remain upright, to keep from being overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.

With a soft cry of surrender, Mel falls back onto the couch, letting out a shuddery breath as she feels you thrust deeper inside her. Your hips meet hers with each powerful stroke, driving her closer and closer to the brink. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to remain quiet, to not draw attention to the way her body is betraying her.

And then, with a cry that escapes from deep within her throat, Mel comes apart beneath you.

The feel of your weight on top of her, your hips moving in a furious rhythm that drives you deeper inside her with each thrust, is exhilarating. Her body quivers and shudders beneath yours, her inner walls gripping tight around you as she comes apart beneath your touch once more. Her cries muffle into the pillow as you take what you want, claiming her body as your own in a primal display of desire and need.

Her fingers dig into the couch, nails leaving half-moon impressions in the fabric as she tries to keep herself upright beneath your assault. The sensation of being filled by you is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body with every thrust.

Her hips buck upwards, meeting yours with a desperate need for more friction, more contact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the orgasm builds inside her once more, threatening to consume her completely.

Her voice is barely a whisper, but you know she understands your question. She nods frantically, tears streaming down her face as her body arches off the couch in anticipation. You feel her walls squeezing tight around you once more, and with a groan that echoes through the room, you release yourself into her.

Her body shudders as she comes apart beneath you, her inner walls milking your cock of every last drop of your seed. She gasps and moans, her fingers digging into the couch as her entire being is wracked with pleasure. The warmth spreads through her, filling her up in a way that only you ever could.

With a shuddering breath, Mel lays still beneath you, her body spent and sated.

You collapse on top of Mel, your chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. The feel of her soft, warm skin against yours is intoxicating, and for a moment, you just want to stay like this forever. But eventually, you pull out of her, letting her legs fall back down to the couch with a tired thud.

She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a tiny smile playing on her lips. "We should probably clean that up," she murmurs, nodding toward the mess on the couch.

You laugh, wiping your brow with the back of your hand. "Yeah... I suppose we should." You grin down at her and lean in to kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips. She tastes sweet and salty, just like you imagined she would. As you pull away from the kiss, you reach down between her legs one last time, rubbing a thumb over her swollen, sensitive clit before finally pulling your hand back up to rest on her stomach.

"We should probably get some sleep,"

you say with a yawn, your eyes growing heavy. Mel nods in agreement, her eyelids feeling impossibly heavy as she fights to keep them open. She reaches up to gently pull the covers down over the two of you, nestling into the warmth and comfort of your embrace. As exhaustion finally wins out, she falls asleep with a satisfied smile on her lips, dreaming sweet dreams about honey and bees and the man who saved her life.

The next morning, Mel wakes up to the sound of someone knocking at the door. She groans softly, rolling over to see you asleep beside her. A pang of guilt washes over her as she remembers what they're going to do to her soon; it feels so wrong to be cozy and warm in your bed when she should be out there, facing the consequences of her actions.

With a sigh, Mel pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks around for something to wear.

She finds some clean clothes in one of the drawers and slips them on before padding over to the door. Peeking through the peephole, she sees it's one of the orderlies from the hospital. She swallows hard, opening the door a crack. "Yes?"

"Um... Mel? We're here to take you back," the orderly says awkwardly. Mel nods, trying to find the words to say goodbye to you, but they won't come out. Instead, she simply closes the door behind them and lets the two men lead her away from your apartment, back to whatever fate awaits her at the hospital.

As they walk down the hallway, Mel can't help but steal one last glance over her shoulder toward your room.

She hopes you understand why she had to do it, even if it meant leaving you behind. Maybe someday, when things have died down and she's back on her feet again, they can meet once more. But for now, all she can do is hope that you're safe, and that the memory of their time together will keep you warm until then.

The orderlies lead her through a maze of hallways and elevators, eventually depositing her back into her hospital room. She sinks down onto the edge of the bed, feeling more exhausted than she ever has before. As the door clicks shut behind them, Mel can't help but wonder if this is really where her story ends... or if there's still some sort of happy ending waiting for her somewhere else.

She spends the next few days holed up in her room, ignored by the nurses and doctors as they go about their business. It's almost like she doesn't exist. But even though it's painful being away from you, she knows that this is probably for the best. At least until things die down and she can figure out what to do next... if anything.

One morning, as Mel is lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, she hears a soft knocking at her door.

"Come in," she calls out wearily, expecting to see one of the staff members. Instead, it's you. Your hair is mussed from sleep and your clothes are rumpled, but there's a determined look in your eye that makes her heart race. You walk over to the bed and take her hand in yours, giving it a squeeze.

"Mel... I need to talk to you," you say quietly. "There's something I have to tell you."

Her eyes grow wide with fear and hope all at once, but she nods slowly, her grip on your hand tightening. You sit down on the edge of the bed beside her, searching for the words to say what's been weighing so heavily on your heart ever since you woke up from that dream with her in it.

"I... I can't explain it exactly," you begin, your voice barely a whisper. "But ever since I met you, ever since I saved you... things have been different."

She leans forward slightly, her expression hopeful and anxious all at once. "Different how?" she whispers, barely able to contain the hope that's beginning to blossom in her chest. "I don't know," you admit with a shrug. "Everything just feels... right. When I'm with you, it's like nothing else matters." You take a deep breath and continue, your voice stronger now. "Mel, I love you. And I want to be with you. No matter what happens next."

Her mouth falls open in surprise as the words leave your lips, and she can't help but stare at you in disbelief. A million thoughts race through her mind, a jumble of emotions and fears tumbling over each other to be heard. But one thing is clear above all else: She loves you too.

She reaches up to cup your cheek with her free hand, her thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "

Your eyes meet and hold, and for a long moment neither of you says anything else. There's so much left unsaid, so many questions that need answering, but for now it's enough just to be here together. Finally, you lean in and press your lips to hers, kissing her softly at first before deepening the kiss, pouring all of your love and desire into it.

Mel responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around your neck as she kisses you back with a passion that matches your own.

As the kiss deepens, Mel feels a shiver run down her spine. She knows they can't stay here forever, but for now she doesn't care about anything except being with you and feeling your love surrounding her like a warm blanket on a cold night. Her body arches off the bed, pressing closer to yours as their tongues dance together in a sensual waltz that leaves them both breathless.

With a moan, Mel pulls away from your lips, resting her forehead against yours. "I want this,"

she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and emotion. "I want us to be together." You smile down at her, your eyes filled with love and determination. Reaching up, you gently cup her face in your hands before leaning forward and kissing her once more, sealing the promise between them.

As their lips part, Mel looks up at you, hope shining bright in her eyes. "What about...?" she starts to ask, but you silently shake your head. There's plenty of time for that later;

for now there's only the present moment, and the two of them wrapped in each other's arms. You kiss her again, deeper this time, as your hands begin to wander over her body, tracing patterns on her skin that send shivers down her spine. Mel responds in kind, running her fingers through your hair and pulling you closer still.

Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the moment, their world reduced to nothing but the feel of skin on skin and the sound of each other's breath mingling with their own.

When at last you pull away, both of your breath coming in ragged gasps, Mel looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her lips swollen and red from kissing. "Where do we go from here?" she whispers. You smile down at her, a wicked glint in your eye.

"I've got a couch I think you'll like," you tease, scooping her up into your arms.

Her laughter echoes through the room as you carry her out of the hospital and into the waiting cab, beginning a new chapter in their lives together. The future may be uncertain, but for now they have each other, and that's all that matters.

As you make your way back to your apartment, Mel nestled against your chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm, she can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. She knows that things aren't going to be easy from here on out; they still have a lot of decisions to make and obstacles to overcome. But for the first time in what feels like forever, she actually feels hopeful about the future.

The cab comes to a stop in front of your building, and you pay the driver before helping Mel out of the car and up the steps to your door. As you unlock it and push it open, she looks around with renewed curiosity, taking in her new surroundings. This place may not be perfect, but for now it's home... and so are you.

You lead her inside and kick the door closed behind you, pressing Mel against the wall and kissing her passionately as you feel your desire building once more.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she melts into you. The warmth of your body feels so good against hers, the strength in your arms a welcome reminder that you're here to protect her. As you kiss her deeper and harder, she moans loudly, arching her back off the wall in response.

You break the kiss long enough to look into her eyes, seeing nothing but need and want reflected back at you. "What do you want?" you whisper against her lips.