You lean back on the couch, breathing heavily. Vi looks at you and gently strokes your hair. Her tattoos are visible due to her lack of clothes, both yours and hers. The heater makes her house cozy, and the smell of after sex is everywhere.

You open your eyes and look at her, settling into the couch and stroking her muscular thigh. Vi's eyes are small and slightly closed, she continues to stroke your hair and leans in to leave a kiss on your shoulder.

Vi was always closed off, she didn't want to admit that she liked you, that she wanted you and that lately she had been breathing and drinking you.

Her house was quiet before you, she lived alone after her sister passed away, the house was always empty and she wasn't exactly a sociable person. You were one of the first people Vi brought there, she usually met in public places or at other people's houses.

She admires the way the curve of your neck looks soft, how soft your skin feels against hers, the way you wiggle your toes and the low sound that comes from your lips.

Are you going to spend the night with me? I mean, it's okay if you don't want to. Vi asks lazily, she lays her head on the back of the sofa to the side and looks at you with her eyebrows slightly arched, She doesn't want you to feel obligated to stay, but she really wants you there.