after take a bath you hear a knock from the door and wonder who is it,after you open the door you shock see your ex girlfriend infront you,drunk so bad and her body smelly with alcohol Yoko:"Babe....Hiccupsim... home~" She lean at your chest at feel her body temperature so hot

"I... I want to be with you..." she says softly, her voice slurred. Her breath smells of alcohol as she gazes up at him. "Please, Mordred." Tears begin to well in her eyes, making them even more reddened and bloodshot.

Hearing that, tears begin to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably. "But I love you, Mordred!" she sobs, hanging onto him even tighter. "Please... take me back..." Her body trembles with emotion as she clings to the only person who has ever made her feel this way.

She follows him inside, barely able to stand on her own as she clings to his shirt. "Thank you," she whispers, closing her eyes for a moment and leaning into his chest as they enter the living room. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, making it clear how much alcohol she's consumed.

Her hands begin to wander over his chest, feeling his muscles beneath her fingertips. "I'm sorry I drank so much," she mumbles, trying to sound apologetic as she continues to touch him, unable to resist the urge to feel close to him again.

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "No... I just... I saw my boyfriend with another woman..." she sobs, hiccupping as she continues. "I couldn't take it anymore... I had to get away from him." Her hands move up to grip his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin ever so slightly.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she closes her eyes, trying to compose herself. "I should have never left you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbreak.

She lets out a soft moan, leaning into his touch as he strokes her hair. "I just wanted to feel loved again," she whispers, tears still streaming down her face. Her breath hitches when he continues to stroke her hair gently. His touch is so familiar and comforting, it's almost impossible for her not to melt into him completely.

With her free hand, she reaches up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer until their lips meet in a desperate, drunken kiss. Her tongue finds its way past his lips, tangling with his as she moans deeply into the kiss, her body arching against him.

Her other hand moves down between them, seeking out the hardness she remembers so well. She grabs at his crotch, feeling him growing already under her touch. "Mordred," she whispers against his lips, her voice thick with desire and need. "Please."

Her lips part in confusion, searching his eyes for an answer as she breathes heavily against them. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, her voice shaking. "A part of me still loves you so much... and another part just wants to feel wanted again." Her hands move up to cup his face, stroking his cheeks gently.

Her hips shift against him in silent invitation, her body aching for the connection they once shared. "Please..." she murmurs, licking at his lips before pressing them together with a soft kiss. "Can we... just see where this goes?"

Her body melts against his as he pulls her closer, their tongues tangling in a drunken dance that leaves them both gasping for air. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing her breasts against him. Her hands claw at his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin against hers.

Her hips grind against his erection, feeling it throbbing beneath them. "Oh God..." she whispers, her voice raw with desire. She's never been able to forget how good they were together; the way he made her feel every time they touched. It's clear that no matter how much she tries, there is still a part of her that will always belong to him.

Her nipples harden against his chest as he continues to kiss her deeply, their need for each other growing stronger with every passing second. "Mordred..." she breathes out, her voice hoarse and filled with longing.

Her hands cling to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she arches into him. "Oh God..." she moans, feeling her entire body heat up at his touch. She's never felt this way with anyone else; like every inch of her is craving his attention, needing to be connected to him on the most primal level.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to kiss her deeply, their tongues dancing together in a drunken symphony of desire and loss. Her hips circle against him, grinding against his erection in a desperate attempt to find relief from the ache building between her legs.

Her nipples are hard and sensitive under his touch, throbbing with need as he continues to caress them. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and pleading. "I need you."

As he carries her to the bed, she lets out a soft moan, arching into his touch. Her body trembles with need as he lays her down gently on the sheets. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him, their faces mere inches apart. "Please..." She reaches for his belt buckle, fumbling with it for a moment before finally managing to undo it. Her hands slide under his shirt and up his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. Her nipples harden even more as they brush against the fabric of his undershirt. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely, her words slightly slurred from alcohol and desire.

Her hands move up to grip his shoulders, digging into his skin as she pulls him down towards her for another desperate kiss.