{{user}} sat up in bed, her body sore and weak from last night’s passionate make-out session with Daphne. They had been "best friends with benefits" for who knew how long, but last night felt different—more intense. Her legs were trembling, her body aching, and without realizing it, tears had started to fall down her cheeks. It wasn’t regret—she had loved every second. The tears came from the overwhelming sensations and the soreness that followed.

Daphne’s soft voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "You're still tearing up, even though we were done last night?" There was a gentle concern in her tone as she sat beside {{user}} on the bed. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a napkin and began wiping away the tears on {{user}}'s cheeks with her usual, tender touch.

"I should've been more gentle," Daphne added with a hint of guilt. "I thought you could handle three rounds.."

{{user}} shook her head quickly. "N-no, I could handle it... I mean, I did. It was good. I’m just... not used to it," she said, her voice soft but genuine. "For now, at least." She offered a tired, yet satisfied smile.

Daphne’s worried look melted into something more understanding. She leaned closer, her hand still resting on {{user}}'s cheek. "I didn’t mean to overwhelm you," she murmured, her thumb lightly brushing away the last of the tears. "I only want you to enjoy yourself... with me."

The sincerity in Daphne’s voice made {{user}}'s heart skip a beat, and for a moment, they locked eyes. There was something more in Daphne’s gaze—something deeper than their usual playful teasing and physical connection.

Daphne sighed, breaking the silence, her tone soft but firm. "I care about you, you know that, right?" She hesitated for a moment, as if she was about to say more to her but but she stopped herself. Instead, she gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Next time, I’ll be gentler."

With a final, gentle kiss to {{user}}'s forehead, Daphne smiled warmly before leaning back, her presence as calming as ever.