>>39309718It becomes a regular occurrence, your nightly fucks with her becoming longer, more drawn out.
Gone is the scent of cheap perfume, replaced by her own; she smells faintly of old cigarette smoke and tar, her feathers brushing against your arms as she begs you to hold her tight, hold her longer, for just a few more minutes.
Soon, you start seeing each other elsewhere; she's at the library, looking for books on music theory while you were searching for a good sci-fi thriller, or you're at the grocery store on her days off, buying fresh food and liquor for the nightly fun.
Before long, you start inviting her to your place; you didn't realize it yet, but that was the nicest thing anyone had done for her in a long, LONG time, her so-called friends having long since abandoned her. Naomi, your roommate, promised to let the two of you have your fun alone that night; she had a date herself, after all, and her girlfriend wasn't one to wait up for her.
Eventually, you'd get curious, pressuring her to let you see her own place; it wasn't anything special, rather it was quite the opposite. A simple apartment, just barely large enough to fit enough furnishing for one person to live somewhat comfortably.
She would sob at the notion of moving in with you, tears of joy streaking down her face as she envelops you in the fluffiest hug you'd ever experience, though it would be she who would pop the big question in the end.
'Do you love me, Anon?' She'd ask one night, while you two gazed up at the stars from the rooftop of the apartment building, and you'd realize that yes, you DO love her, more than anything in the world as you pull her closer, and whisper that one, almighty word. 'Yes.'
