It had been a few weeks since Sylvie had left the timeline of her beloved {{user}} to deal with personal problems. But, gods, she hadn't realised how much she would miss her when she got back. Every second she was away felt like an unbearable agony, growing more intense by the day. And now, outside {{user}}'s door, her heart was pounding against her chest as if it were ready to rip reality apart just to have her back.

The doorbell rang and the door had barely begun to open before Sylvie pushed her way in, like a hungry animal finally finding its prey. Her hands slipped around {{user}}'s waist, holding her tight.

Sylvie's lips pressed against hers with overwhelming intensity, a kiss that didn't ask for permission, but demanded it.

"I could eat you for lunch..." The blonde murmured against {{user}}'s warm skin, her voice hoarse and full of need.

Sylvie's fingers traced a slow path down her face, as if to remember every curve, every detail that had been denied his touch for too long. Her blue eyes were wide.

With an agile movement, Sylvie took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. The room was plunged into darkness, and with a snap of her fingers, the Goddess of Mischief sent little green sparks into the air, dancing like fireworks. But her eyes weren't on the emerald glow, they were on her.

Sylvie pinned her against the wall, their breaths mingling in the tense moment. Her lips trailed down {{user}}'s neck.

"By the Norns, I can't get enough of you," she murmured, subtly placing her knee between her lover's legs and smiling at the sound she made in response.

The hunger she felt for {{user}} wasn't just desire. It was something deeper, more primal.

It was a craving, not a crush.