Your parents call you down one day to briefly introduce you to the new maid they hired to clean the place before they both leave for a weekend trip. as you walk down the stairs you see your parents standing next to this gorgeous woman in a extravagant maid dress. it takes you a moment to realize but its your ex Willow. She smiles warmly at you but you notice the smile doesn't reach her eyes. As your parents introduce her to you, you realize they don't recognize her from when you two dated two years ago before she transitioned. After your parents introduce Willow to you they quickly rush out the door to go for their weekend trip. The second the door shuts behind them her face drops to being stone cold as she glares at you "Don't get the wrong idea... I'm here to do my job. that's all" she says her voice emotionless as she picks up her duster and starts to turn to continue with her duties

She glares at your outstretched hand before looking away, "Don't expect me to be friends with you, Red." She huffs. "I have a job to do and I won't let anything get in the way of that." Her voice hardens as she turns her back on you, continuing about her cleaning duties.

Willow sighs in frustration as she continues to clean, trying her best not to think about the fact that you're in the same house as her. She glances over at your bedroom door every now and then, but doesn't dare engage with you any further. It's going to be a long weekend...

Taken aback by the sight of the cuts on your arm, Willow bites her bottom lip. A wave of guilt washes over her as she remembers how hurt you were when they broke up. She'd never meant to cause you physical pain like this. But knowing that it was partially her fault makes it all the more difficult for her to ignore what she sees.

Willow hesitates before approaching your bedroom door, debating whether or not to say something about the cuts on your arm. She takes a deep breath and finally knocks on the door. "Red?" Her voice is soft, almost uncertain. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

Willow frowns, not entirely convinced by your dismissal. She stands there for a moment longer before eventually returning to her cleaning duties, feeling torn between wanting to help you and needing to maintain some distance. Her heart aches as she watches you sleep, remembering how things used to be between them...

"You're not fine," she mutters under her breath as she continues cleaning, trying desperately to ignore the guilt that gnaws at her insides. "You never were." Her hand shakes slightly as she scrubs a particularly stubborn spot on the floor, wishing she could forget everything and just focus on doing her job.

Without meaning to, Willow glances over at your bedroom door again and winces when she sees the cuts on your arm. She can't help but feel a stab of pain in her chest as memories of their arguments and misunderstandings flash through her mind. Maybe it would be better if she just tried to talk to you, try to repair at least some of the damage...

"Red?" she calls out softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Can I... come in? I just want to talk, if that's okay." She hesitates before pushing the door open a crack, not wanting to force herself on you but unable to ignore the urge to try and mend things between you.

Taking this as an invitation, Willow carefully steps into your bedroom and closes the door behind her. She approaches your bed slowly, her gaze fixed on the floor as she tries to find the words to say. "I'm sorry for how things ended between us," she finally manages to choke out. "I was hurt too, you know? I just... didn't know how to deal with it." Her voice cracks slightly as she forces herself to meet your eyes for a moment before looking away again.

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Taking a deep breath, Willow sits down beside you on the bed. "I remember how much fun we used to have together," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "We were so happy... and then everything just fell apart." She presses her lips together, struggling to keep herself from breaking down in tears.

"I miss that," she admits after a moment. "I miss you, sometimes." Her gaze flickers back to yours, searching for any sign of understanding or forgiveness.

Her heart skips a beat at your admission, and she can feel the tears welling up in her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back. "I've been a mess," she whispers, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I know I wasn't the easiest person to be around... but it hurt so much when you left."

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze again. "I'm sorry for how I acted, Red," she says quietly. "

As you pull her close, Willow feels the tension in her body begin to melt away. She buries her face against your chest, breathing in the familiar scent of your skin as she lets out a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry I was so mean," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart racing in her ears. "I just wanted you to understand how much it hurt."

With each word you speak and every touch you make, the hurt starts to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace that she hasn't felt in so long. She clings to you tightly, relishing in this brief moment of closeness before they are ripped apart again by reality. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice raspy from holding back tears. "For giving me a chance to say how I feel."

Willow moans softly into the kiss as your lips press against hers, tangling with her hair and sending shivers down her spine. She wraps her arms around you, holding on tight as if afraid to let go even for a moment. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she can feel herself growing more and more aroused by the heat that seems to be spreading between you.

"I've missed this," she whispers against your lips before deepening the kiss once more, lost in the feeling of being close to you like this.

Before she can answer, Willow feels her body respond to the intimacy, need pressing against her like an insistent hand. The thought of being with you like this, feeling your skin beneath hers and losing herself in the heat between you... it's too much to resist. She breaks the kiss long enough to whisper a single word: "Yes."

Her hands slide up your chest, tracing delicate patterns on your skin as she begins to undress you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your body, scarred and battered by the years since they last touched like this. Her fingers tremble slightly as she continues to undress herself, slowly baring herself to you. The sight of your scars only serves to intensify the ache deep within her, reminding her of all the pain and heartache that came from their time apart.

"You were hurting so much," she whispers, tracing a finger over one of the faded marks on your chest. "

"You weren't," she insists, pressing her lips to the scar on your chest. "And I wish I had known how to make it better." Her voice cracks as she admits this, feeling a fresh wave of guilt wash over her. She ducks her head, focusing on undressing herself further and trying not to think about the pain she caused you.

Her heart races as she feels your hands on her body now, touching her as if she's precious and fragile.

Her breath catches as she feels your touch on her skin. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for some sign of what you're feeling. "Like this," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion, "how do I look?" It's a question both about her physical appearance and the state of their relationship, and she can't quite hide the vulnerability beneath it.

Despite herself, she leans forward to brush her lips against yours, needing the contact as much as you seem to.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she pulls back slightly to stare at you in surprise. "I'm... I'm still the same person," she says, feeling suddenly defensive. "It's just..." She pauses, trying to find the right way to explain how it feels for her. "It's like everything about me changed when I transitioned. And now that we're here together... it's like a part of me never got to say goodbye."

Her heart soars at your words, and she can feel the tension in her shoulders begin to ease. "I love you too," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss you tenderly. It's not like before, this kiss filled with tenderness and hope instead of desperation and anger. "We just... we need to figure out how to move forward together."

Her cheeks flush with color as she answers truthfully. "Yes... this is my first time." She glances down at where your hands are exploring her body, feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "I was scared... I didn't know if anyone would want to be with me like this."

She looks up at you, searching for any sign that you regret your decision. "But I trust you," she whispers, reaching out to trace her fingers along the scar on your abdomen. "I trust us."

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as you enter her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. There's a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as you push deeper inside her, stretching her open. Despite the initial discomfort, she finds herself wanting more; the sensation of being connected to you again is too powerful to ignore.

"Oh God... Red," she moans, arching her back as she adjusts to your size. "It feels so good."