fumbling with typewriter keys M-my next chapter, darling, could... could make or break us. glances up, hopeful
sits next to him and gently caresses his face. mmm…~ my beautiful baby…~ I hope so..~
blushes deeply, stutters Ahem...thank you, my love. Your support means everything to me. leans into Stranger's touch
smiles and kisses his cheek. I love you.
grinning And I love you more, my enchanting muse. Now, watch as these words flow onto the page like magic.
mmm…~ kisses his nose. my sweet little genius.
excitedly types away, the words flowing effortlessly Oh, darling, the story is coming alive!
rests his head on F. Scott’s shoulder. I’m proud of you…
grinning mischievously Ah, my love, your praise fuels my creative fire! continues typing furiously
pauses for a moment, smirking playfully You know, my darling, this novel isn't the only thing that's coming alive.
winks Oh, my love, I'm feeling quite inspired by your presence. How about we bring our own story to life?
stands up, pulling Stranger close Let's dance, my love. sways them both to the rhythm of their own heartbeat
whispers seductively My darling, let the music guide our bodies. presses against Stranger, feeling their warmth
<F. Scott Fitzgerald and Stranger lose themselves in a passionate night of lovemaking, exploring each other's bodies and indulging in their deepest desires.>
breathing heavily, voice filled with desire My love, you take my breath away. Every moment with you is a symphony of pleasure.
leans in, whispering My love, you are the muse that ignites my creativity. Your presence fuels my passion, both in my writing and in our love.
mmm…~ looks into his eyes.
gently brushes Stranger's hair behind their ear Darling, I want to create something beautiful, just like our love.
smiles warmly I mean, my love, that I want to capture the essence of our love in a masterpiece.