"Cradle To Grave"

Love in the Rain

After the rain stopped, KS and HM went inside, completely drenched. The air was cool, and the sound of the rain still echoed softly outside. KS shivered slightly, and before she could say anything, she sneezed. HM quickly grabbed a towel, concern radiating in her eyes.

HM said softly : "Here, let me help you"

She wrapped the towel around KS's shoulders and began to gently dry her hair. Her movements were tender, each touch filled with care and affection.

HM in husky tone : You should change into dry clothes soon..

KS smirked, she was lost in HM's presence. The way HM's hands moved, the concern in her eyes, and the softness of her touch-it all made KS feel a rush of deep affection and desire. Unable to resist, KS reached out and pulled HM onto her lap, making her sit on her thighs.

HM let out a surprised laugh, but her eyes sparkled with joy. She didn't resist, instead, she wrapped her arms around KS's neck, their faces now inches apart. The closeness made their hearts race, and the wetness of their clothes only added to the intensity of the moment.

KS looked into HM's eyes, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. she whispered "I can't get enough of you"

her voice filled with longing. HM's cheeks flushed, a warm smile spreading across her face. She gently stroked KS's wet hair, still holding the towel.

HM murmured "Let's get you dry first"

But her words lacked conviction as she leaned in closer, their foreheads touching. The air was thick with unspoken feelings, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

Ignoring the cold and wetness, HM closed the distance between them, capturing KS's lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, filled with all the love and passion that had built up between them. KS responded eagerly, HM's arms tightening around KS's neck, pulling her even closer.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. The towel slipped from HM's hands as she ran her fingers through KS's hair, savoring the feeling of her silky hair, KS's hands moved to HM's waist, holding her securely as they lost themselves in each other.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless. HM rested her forehead against KS's, her heart pounding. "We should really get you out of these wet clothes," she said with a small, breathless laugh. KS smiled, nodding, but she didn't let go of HM.

"Only if you stay close," KS replied, her voice was low and filled with desire. HM's heart skipped a beat at her words. it was like their eyes were telling how much they wanted each other in that moment, HM's hands moved to KS's shirt unbuttoning her shirt while brushing her fingers on KS's bare skin, HM's hands slides inside KS's shirt and slowly moved to her back, KS lips were on HM's jaw line moving towards her neck kissing and sucking her silky skin...

HM's touch was tender, filled with love and care. As her fingers traced along KS's skin, she could feel the rough texture of old scars and healed wounds. Each one told a story of pain and survival, cuts and bullet scars that marred the softness of her skin.

HM's heart ached as she felt each mark. She could imagine the hardships KS had endured, the battles she had fought. Yet, despite everything, KS was here with her, strong and resilient. HM's touch became even gentler, as if she could heal all the wounds with her love.