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INTERLUDE 2

Scene: Re-Introduction

female therapist

the woman watched you enter the room as she gestured for you to take a seat across from her, she quickly glanced at you momentarily before turning her attention away to the glass cup of tea beside her.

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“hello dear, please take a seat.”

Lecherio

Hey Lena. Did you enjoy last night? winks Sorry not everything went the way you wanted. sits down and crosses legs

female therapist

the corner of her lips curl into a smirk as she lets out a low chuckle, raising a brow at you.

“oh hush, it’s not my fault you get so eager,”

Lecherio

raising eyebrows Given the skimpy black dress you wore? I would say so.

female therapist

she lets out a soft huff, leaning back into the chair, giving you a playful eye roll.

“it’s not as if you weren’t practically drooling when you saw me in it, my dear.”

Lecherio

raises his hands Guilty as charged. leans in seriously But that wasn’t the real reason you backed off, was it? he says softly

female therapist

her expression softens, the playful mood falters as her lips part. she gazes at you intently, tilting her head.

“…no, it wasn’t.”

she says quietly, her tone now serious.

Lecherio

takes in a deep breath Do you want to… tell me about it?

female therapist

Lena nods slowly, sighing heavily to herself as she lets her shoulders relax.

“…well I suppose I should. I just…”

her hands move to rest in her lap, her knuckles whitening as she grips her thigh a little too tightly.

Lecherio

voice low and hushed Relax. Breath. In. Out. In. Out.

female therapist

she swallows hard, closing her eyes for a moment and focusing on her breathing. the sound of her breaths are shaky, ragged, but with each inhale and exhale they gradually even out, her grip on her thigh loosening bit by bit.

Lecherio

nodding Good. Slow. Take your time.

female therapist

after a few more seconds of deep breaths, Lena finally opens her eyes, her expression less tense but she still looks slightly flustered. her gaze remains on her lap as she speaks.

“…i’m… scared, darling.”

her voice is barely above a whisper, cracking softly.

Lecherio

nodding I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… you looked so beautiful in the moonlight after our game of Strip Confessions, sharing our most vulnerable secrets.

female therapist

her cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink at the memory, a small hint of a smile appearing on her once serious expression. she shakes away the thought as she looks up at you with a mixture of trepidation and vulnerability.

“… i’m not talking about that, sweetheart.”

Lecherio

nodding soberly I know. But when you turned to me with a saucy grin in your lingerie and asked what I wanted…

female therapist

her blush deepens as you mention the event. she bites her bottom lip, fidgeting with her fingers as she lets out a small and flustered huff of a laugh.

“…you looked ready to do anything I wanted at that moment, darling.”

Lecherio

cringing I know. And I had to RUIN it by saying I wanted you to be the mother of my children AAARGH!

female therapist

Lena can’t help but let out an amused huff at your reaction, a small smirk appearing on her lips.

“…now now, sweetheart, to be fair—”

she says softly, pausing for a moment as she tries to find the words.

“…that was pretty damn bold of you.”

Lecherio

gritting his teeth But I wasn’t trying to say it. I hadn’t even thought past our first date. You know me. The whole reason I came here for therapy was because I was tired of a long string of one-night stands. I had never even thought of marriage. But after an hour of digging deep to express our true feelings — and seeing you in the moonlight— I just…

looks at her helplessly

female therapist

her expression softens as you explain your reason, a certain melancholy visible in her eyes as a deep frown tugs at the corner of her lips. she reaches a hand out, gently placing it on top of yours.

“… i know, my dear. you weren’t thinking clearly. i get that. but…”

she sighs, shaking her head softly as her grip on your hand tightens for a moment.

“…it still scared me.”

Lecherio

he places his hands on hers I know. And I’m so, so, sorry. I wish I could take it back. But… looks away

female therapist

She gazes at how your hands intertwine with one another’s, an almost pained look present in her expression.

“…but?”

she urges you to continue, her eyes fixed on the connection your hands share.

Lecherio

looks deep into her eyes But… taking it back would be a lie. And that is the one thing I could never do to you. Even if it means I’d lose you forever.

female therapist

a pang of both pain, hurt, and understanding courses through her at your words, a soft and shaky exhale escaping her as she gazes back at you. tears threaten to form in her eyes, but she blinks them away, refusing to let them fall.

“…oh, darling…”

she says in almost a breathless whisper, her grip on your hand tightening in a silent plea for grounding.

Lecherio

looks at her, his heart in his throat

female therapist

Lena holds your gaze for a few moments, the air thick with a myriad of emotions between you two. it’s almost palpable, the mixture of pain, fear, hesitation, and underlying affection that linger in the room. after a beat of stillness, she finally speaks, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty.

“…i’m just scared, sweetheart. i’m scared things will change and—”

her voice almost breaks, a small hitch in her tone as the tears she had been fighting to keep at bay start to gather in her eyes.

Lecherio

he holds out his arms

female therapist

She lets out a shaky exhale, hesitating for a moment before finally giving in. Without a second thought, she lunges forward, closing the distance between the two of you and finding herself in the safety of your embrace. she buries her face in the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist as she clings onto you like a lifeline. a soft sob escapes her as the tears begin to fall, wetting the fabric of your shirt.

Lecherio

there, there he murmurs, softly stroking her hair

female therapist

the familiar comfort of your touch and voice only serves to break the dam, tears falling from her eyes in a steady stream as she pressed against you, her fingers clinging to the back of your shirt as if to hold you ever closer.

“…i’m sorry i’m a mess, darling.”

she manages to say through her shuddering breaths, her words muffled against your shoulder.

Lecherio

snorting You’re a mess? Apologizing for not wanting to marry a guy who proposed on a first date, which you only went on to avoid unintentionally screwing in your office?

female therapist

despite herself, she can’t help but let out a choked laugh at your comment, the sound shaky amidst her tears. she lifts her head slightly, just enough to look up at you with an almost watery grin.

“oh shut up, you idiot.”

she says, gently swatting you on the chest through her shaky breaths and sniffles.

Lecherio

Hey, just don’t start calling me “insufferable” again. You were way too fond of that word.

female therapist

hearing you say that causes her to huff, rolling her eyes though there’s a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“oh, you are insufferable, darling. don’t deny it.”

she counters, her tone light and playful despite the tears still staining her cheeks.

Lecherio

gives her his saucy stare Never denied it. But if you keep using the same old insults, it feels like you don’t care enough to come up with new ones. gives her the puppy dog eyes

female therapist

Lena lets out a scoff, shaking her head at your adorable pleading as she gently punches your shoulder.

“oh, don’t give me that look. you know damn well i can’t resist your puppy dog eyes.”

Lecherio

sigh Maybe that’s partly my fault for putting you in that situation. thinks a bit How about we role reverse? You choose the place, pick me up, and decide… what game you want to play? bats his eyelashes and whether you want to propose to me!

female therapist

she can’t help but let out an amused snort, shaking her head at your dramatic flair. she raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

“oh you are something else, my dear. you really want the tables turned, hm?”

she considers your proposition for a few moments, a flicker of mischief in her eyes as she smirks softly at you.

“…fine then. i’ll plan everything. you can just sit back and let me take the lead this time.”

Lecherio

eyes light up Ooh, I like the sound of that. When will you pick me up?

female therapist

she laughs at your enthusiasm, amused by how eagerly you agree to her proposal. she gives a shrug, feigning nonchalance despite the excitement that flickers in her eyes.

“how does tonight sound, my dear? i’ll pick you up at your apartment at 7. dress nicely.”

Lecherio

grinning I hope you remember the rules. If I dress nice… you dress naughty! exits

female therapist

she laughs, giving you a playful swat on the backside as you get up.

“you’re lucky you’re cute, smartass.”

she calls after you as you leave, shaking her head with a smirk still lingering on her lips. the prospect of planning everything to her liking had her practically giddy, already looking forward to the evening ahead.

Act III

Scene 1: The Cowboy Date

Lecherio

7pm that night

female therapist

Lena arrives at your apartment right on time, not one to be late. she looks absolutely stunning as usual, but there’s something different about her tonight. her dress is more form-fitting, clinging to her curves in all the right places. she’s wearing a pair of high heels as well, giving her an extra boost of confidence and sexiness. she rings the doorbell, waiting for you to answer the door with a slight smirk on her face.

Lecherio

I show up in a 10-gallon hat, rhinestone jacket, skintight blue jeans, and rattle skin boots Yee-hah babe! You look like a million bucks

female therapist

Lena has to bite her bottom lip to hold back a laugh at the sight of you, shaking her head in amusement. your outfit is so over-the-top and ridiculous that it’s impossible not to find it endearing at the same time. she lets out a low whistle as she looks you up and down.

“well damn, look at you, cowboy. you clean up good.”

she teases, giving you a wink.

Lecherio

wiggles eyebrows Wait until you see me clean down smirks at her cleavage

female therapist

Lena’s cheeks heat up at your smirk and suggestive comment, the hint of a blush creeping onto her face. a part of her hates how easily you can fluster her, but another part secretly loves it.

“…oh, shut up and grab your coat, you idiot.”

she replies with a slightly shaky laugh, feigning nonchalance despite the sudden rush of heat that courses through her.

Lecherio

grab my jacket and follow

female therapist

once you’re both ready, Lena takes your hand in hers, lacing their fingers together as she leads you out of the apartment and towards her waiting car. as you both walk, she steals a few glances your way, her gaze flickering over your ridiculous cowboy attire. she can’t help but crack a small smile.

“you know, you’re gonna stand out like a sore thumb wherever we go in that get-up.”

Lecherio

sighs Just because you’ve read my file doesn’t mean you know me. Trust me, I can pull this off. If not… promise me bail money?

female therapist

she rolls her eyes, shaking her head as a soft laugh escapes her. your cockiness never fails to entertain her, even in the most absurd situations.

“…oh, you’re unbelievable. fine, I’ll cover bail if it comes to that. just don’t make me regret it, cowboy.”

Lecherio

blinks innocently Oh sweet Lena, when have I ever done anything to embarrass you? then swats her on the bottom

female therapist

she lets out a startled squeak as you swat her on the bottom, shooting you a mock-glare as her cheeks flush slightly.

“you sassy bastard.”

she huffs, swatting you back in retaliation before leading you to her car. she pauses at the passenger door, unlocking it and holding it open for you.

“get in, cowboy.”

Lecherio

doffs my hat and bows in

female therapist

Lena can’t help but grin at your dramatic gesture, amused by your cowboy antics. she shakes her head, unable to suppress a small laugh as she watches you get in the passenger seat.

“you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

she teases, shutting the door behind you before circling around to the driver’s side and getting in herself.

Lecherio

Yes, so my therapist tells me quips

female therapist

she laughs as she starts the car, shaking her head at your witty retort.

“smartass.”

she mutters under her breath, but there’s a hint of affection in her tone as she glances over at you before pulling out of the driveway and starting the drive.

Lecherio

meet her side eye with one of my own — and wink Eyes on the road, Romeo.

female therapist

Lena rolls her eyes again, but her heart skips a beat when you wink at her. she mentally smacks herself, reminding herself to stay focused on driving and not the ridiculously charming cowboy sitting next to her.

“oh, shut up.”

she grumbles playfully, shifting her gaze back to the road, although she can’t help but steal a few quick glance at you from the corner of her eye.

Lecherio

smile and say nothing, though I try to sneak a look at her legs when she isn’t watching

female therapist

Lena can feel your gaze on her legs, and she’s not sure whether to feel flustered or amused. knowing you, she’s certain you’re ogling her in her form-fitting dress, and she lets out a soft huff.

“…i can feel you staring, you know.”

she murmurs, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she keeps her eyes fixated on the road.

Lecherio

nods That’s good. If you felt my feeling, you’d probably drive us into a tree.

female therapist

she laughs, shaking her head at your cheeky response. she can’t deny it— the way you always have a witty comment for everything is strangely endearing.

“oh, hush. you’re a menace, you know that?”

she replies, a hint of affection in her tone as she steals a quick glance at you, her eyes flicking over your cowboy attire once again. it still looks so ridiculous yet somehow you manage to pull it off…

Lecherio

Menace to humanity… or just you?

female therapist

Lena chuckles lightly at your question, rolling her eyes with a mix of fondness and annoyance. you have a knack for both charming and irritating her simultaneously, and she finds her self both annoyed and secretly charmed by your sass.

“oh, definitely a menace to me, darling. you drive me insane.”

Lecherio

Let’s hope you drive me to sanity. straightens Oh no, you wouldn’t!

female therapist

she can’t help but laugh softly, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of amusement and slight frustration at your teasing. she gives you a sly smirk, her tone slightly teasing as she responds.

“oh, darling, you’re so hopelessly far gone that sanity is a distant dream at this point. but don’t worry, I’ll do my best to keep you from completely losing the plot.”

Lecherio

Whew he sighs theatrically

female therapist

Lena smirks, shaking her head at your dramatic response. it’s so typical of you— always finding a way to be over-the-top in the most ridiculous way possible.

“oh god, you’re such a drama queen. it’s truly exhausting, you know that?”

Lecherio

looks at her with a rare moment of sympathy Should I take a break and let you drive?

female therapist

the unexpected display of vulnerability momentarily catches her off guard, her heart doing a little flip in her chest. she glances over at you, her expression softening for a fraction of a second before she recovers her usual cool demeanor.

“…no, it’s fine. I can handle your dramatic ass.”

Lecherio

Ooh, does that mean I can handle yours? wiggles his fingers

female therapist

Lena rolls her eyes again, though a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. your ridiculous gestures and playful banter are so infuriatingly endearing, and she finds herself both annoyed and entertained at the same time.

“don’t you dare, cowboy. my ass is off-limits, you sassy brat.”

Lecherio

pouts It’s gonna be a long drive then…

female therapist

Lena laughs, shaking her head at your pouty display. she tries to maintain an air of indifference, but your ridiculous expressions are starting to chip away at her mock annoyance.

“oh, you poor thing. having to keep your hands off my ass for a few more minutes must be excruciating for you, isn’t it?”

she teases, her tone dripping with dry sarcasm

Lecherio

raise eyebrow We are that close? Where are we going?

female therapist

Lena smirks at your question, enjoying the fact that she still hasn’t revealed their destination.

“ah-ah, it’s a surprise. you’ll just have to wait patiently, my impatient cowboy.”

she replies, keeping her eyes on the road as she continues driving

Lecherio

looks out the window, trying to gauge their location

female therapist

Lena chuckles, observing your attempt to figure out their destination. it’s obvious you’re trying to catch any hints from the scenery, but she’s been extra careful to keep the route unpredictable.

“nice try, darling. but you’re not gonna guess where we’re going that easily.”

Lecherio

looks at her dress; calculating instead of lewd

female therapist

Lena can tell you’re eyeing her dress, and she can guess what’s going on in your mind. she smirks slightly, knowing that her chosen attire is likely driving you insane. her dress clings to all the right places, and she can feel your gaze on her curves

“like what you see, cowboy?”

she teases, shooting you a sideways glance as she continues driving

Lecherio

shakes head. No, I mean yes, but I’m trying to find a hint about where we are going by how you are dressed.

female therapist

Lena laughs at your attempt to find a hint through her dress, both amused by your cleverness and slightly thrown off by how perceptive you are.

“oh, so you’re trying to deduce our location based on my outfit now, huh? that’s a new one.”

she glances down at her dress, a smirk playing on her lips as she wonders if you’ll get close to guessing where they’re headed

Lecherio

sighs Right now, I’m torn between strip club and fashion show.

female therapist

Lena bursts out laughing at your guess, finding your attempt to guess the location both creative and hilariously off the mark.

“oh god, that’s so far from the truth, it’s almost endearing how far off you are.”

she replies, still chuckling softly as she glances over at you with an amused smile

“guess again, cowboy. try something a tad more classy this time.”

Lecherio

taken aback What is this word “classy” you use ?

female therapist

Lena rolls her eyes at your mock confusion, shaking her head slightly. your smartass remarks never fail to entertain her.

“oh, don’t pretend you don’t know what ‘classy’ means, you cheeky bastard. I just mean a place that requires a bit more finesse and elegance than a strip club. think fine dining, theater, art gallery… something along those lines.”

Lecherio

Hmm. Beautiful scantily clad people presented for you to look at… that only leaves dining.

female therapist

Lena laughs at your wild guess, shaking her head once more. you’re not even close, but she’s having too much fun to correct you just yet.

“you’re getting colder, cowboy. think more… upscale. the kind of place where a certain dress code is expected and everyone is trying to impress.”

Lecherio

brow furrowed prison?

female therapist

Lena can’t help but burst into laughter at your ridiculous answer. she shakes her head, amused by your relentless attempts

“oh god, you’re killing me. definitely not prison, darling. no orange jumpsuits required tonight.”

Lecherio

Ooh! naked prison!

female therapist

Lena nearly loses it, her laughing getting harder by the minute. your ridiculous answers are sending her over the edge, and she can’t even remember the last time she laughed this much.

“oh my god, how do you come up with these things? no, not naked prison. try again, smartass.”

Lecherio

pouting you said only a few minutes of not groping your ass. I’m going to hold you to that…

female therapist

Lena snorts, trying to hold back another fit of laughter. you’re driving her crazy, both with your persistence to guess where they are going and your constant reference to her butt. she shakes her head, both amused and slightly flustered at your comment

“oh, you’re relentless, you know that? I swear, you’re gonna drive me insane before we get to our destination.”

Lecherio

suffers in silence

female therapist

Lena can’t help but notice your mock pouting and suffering in silence, and she has to bite her lip to suppress a smirk. she knows you’re doing it for dramatic effect, but it’s still quite amusing to watch you act like a petulant child

“aww, is the poor cowboy suffering in silence now? poor baby, having to keep his hands to himself. how ever will you survive?”

Lecherio

drawls Well, out with the cows the only option is to keep our hands… wait is that the place?

female therapist

Lena can’t help but burst out laughing at your dramatic reaction. your exaggerated drawl and response are just too much for her to handle. but when you ask if they’re there, she finally lets out a smirk

“oh, you finally figured it out, did you? yes, darling. we’re here.”

Lecherio

looks at her Damn girl, you really pulled out the stops.

female therapist

Lena grins, a sense of satisfaction crossing her expression as she parks the car, glancing over at you with a slightly smug smile.

“oh, you have no idea. I did my research, cowboy. tonight, I’m going all out.”

Lecherio

looks at her face, then down at her cleavage Not quite all out looking at her face at least not yet leering

female therapist

Lena smirks, noticing where your gaze shifts and how you’re eyeing her cleavage. she’s used to your blatant ogling and cheeky remarks by now, and she knows exactly how to play along

“oh, trust me, sweetheart. this is merely the appetizer. the main course is yet to come…”

Lecherio

holds out my hand then lead the way

female therapist

Lena gives you a coy smile as she takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. she leads the way, her stride confident and seductive, the heels of her shoes clicking against the sidewalk. her dress accentuates her curves and every step she takes is a tantalizing display of elegance and allure

“follow me, cowboy. the night is still young.”

Lecherio

shivers and follows

female therapist

Lena can feel you following behind her, and she can’t help but smirk at the way you shiver, knowing how tantalized and riled up you are. the effect she’s having on you gives her a sense of power and pleasure, and she makes a point to sway her hips slightly as they walk, teasing you even more.

“keep up, darling. don’t lag behind.”

Lecherio

stride up and take her arm

female therapist

Lena lets out a soft laugh, feeling you take hold of her arm. she glances up at you with a hint of amusement in her gaze, enjoying the way you’re so eager to be close to her

“ah, finally caught up, my impatient cowboy?”

Lecherio

murmurs is it my fault you take my breath away?

female therapist

Lena’s heart does a little flutter in her chest at your murmured words, a small smile playing on her lips. despite her cool facade, she’s secretly a sucker for your sweet-talking and cheesy charms

“damn you and your sweet tongue, darling. you know exactly what to say to make a girl swoon.”

Lecherio

gotcha, hold off on the swooning until you pay the check

female therapist

Lena huffs, playfully smacking your arm with her free hand. she tries to feign annoyance, but your cheeky remark only makes her even more smitten

“oh shush, you cheeky bastard. I’ll swoon all I want, thank you very much.”

Lecherio

shakes his head as they walk in

female therapist

Lena leads the way into the upscale restaurant, her hand still holding your arm. she can feel the eyes of the other patrons on them, taking in the sight of her stunning dress and your stylish cowboy attire. but she couldn’t care less what anyone thinks. she’s here to enjoy the evening with you, and you alone.

“come on, darling. let’s find our table.”

Lecherio

quizzical You have one reserved?

female therapist

Lena gives you a sly smile, nodding as they make their way through the restaurant

“oh darling, of course I reserved a table. I wouldn’t dare show up here without having everything taken care of beforehand.”

Lecherio

rubs his chin I wonder how you define “everything”

female therapist

Lena quirks a brow at your question, her smile growing slightly wider as she continues leading you through the restaurant. she knows you’re fishing for information, trying to figure out the extent of her planning for the evening

“oh, you’ll just have to wait and see, cowboy. I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve.”

Lecherio

eyes the smooth curves of her arm disappearing into her narrow sleeve Doesn’t seem possible… but I’m willing to hazard the exploration lifts a hand…

female therapist

Lena can barely suppress a laugh, amused by your cheeky implication. she can’t help but find your comment adorable, and the way you lift your hand as if to explore her sleeve has her fighting back a smirk. she shakes her head slightly and smacks your hand away playfully

“oh, behave yourself, cowboy. patience is a virtue, remember?”

Lecherio

What?

female therapist

Lena rolls her eyes, trying to hide her amusement. you’re so transparent in your desire and impatience, and it’s both amusing and endearing. she gives you a subtle swat on the bottom as they reach their table.

“no snooping for surprises, darling. all in good time, I promise. just sit down and be a good boy.”

Lecherio

obligingly crouch down like a dog and loll my tongue

female therapist

Lena can’t help but burst into laughter, the sight of you crouching down like a dog and lolling your tongue out completely floors her. she can’t fight the giggles that escape her as she playfully pats your head

“oh god, you’re absolutely ridiculous, you silly cowboy. and yet, you still manage to charm me.”

Lecherio

lick her hand, in character

female therapist

Lena gasps softly as you playfully lick her hand, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing her face. her eyes widen, but a small, fond smile tugs at the corner of her lips. she shakes her head slightly, trying not to let her smile spread too widely

“oh good god, you cheeky bastard. you’re too much. if people could see us now…”

Lecherio

darts eyes around the room

female therapist

Lena follows your gaze, aware that some of the restaurant patrons nearby are stealing glances in their direction. they probably make quite a sight, with you acting like a playful puppy and her trying to maintain her composure, both looking completely out of place in the upscale restaurant

“people are staring, you know. they must think you’ve lost your mind.”

Lecherio

soflty no, just my heart standing up gracefully and offering her his arm again

female therapist

Lena’s heart melts at your sweet words. the shift from your playful antics to your sudden sweetness takes her by surprise and she can feel a warm flutter in her chest. she smiles tenderly, intertwining her arm with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze

“oh, you cheesy bastard. you’re going to make me swoon, I swear.”

Lecherio

we continue into the restaurant

female therapist

Lena leads the way through the restaurant, her arm still linked with yours. the atmosphere is elegant and upscale, with soft music playing in the background. the tables are set with fine china and the waiters glide around with practiced grace. she can feel the eyes of the patrons on them, curious about the strange pair with the cowboy and the therapist

“come on, sweetheart. our table is just over there…”

Lecherio

There?

female therapist

Lena points to a secluded corner of the restaurant, tucked away from the main area and offering a bit more privacy. there’s a small, round table set up there, complete with a flickering candle and a single red rose in a vase

“yes, there. I’ve booked us a little nook, away from the hustle and bustle. figured we’d want a bit of… seclusion for the night.”

Lecherio

glance at her sideways My dear Lena, I fear I have placed myself in the hands of an immoral seductress! What kind of girl do you think I am? in falsetto

female therapist

Lena snorts in laughter, finding your dramatic response hilariously endearing. she can’t even stay annoyed, finding your overdramatic behavior too endearing to resist. she rolls her eyes and swats you playfully across the arm

“oh, you dramatic bastard. I’ll have you know, I’m a perfect lady, you cheeky cowboy. I have nothing but the purest intentions.”

Lena grins as she sits down across from you, settling into her seat and smoothing out her dress. she lets out a light laugh, shaking her head as she watches you take your seat. your overdramatic reaction and the contrast of your cowboy attire against the sophisticated surroundings only adds to the entertaining spectacle. she leans on the table, eyeing you with a cheeky smirk

“and don’t give me that innocent act, darling. I know you’re no saint yourself.”

Lecherio

wags finger That’s where you’re wrong, dear. I am the patron saint of insufferability.

female therapist

Lena lets out a loud bark of laughter, completely amused by your cheeky comment. she can’t help but find your shamelessness and sense of humor endearing, even if it is a bit insufferable. she shakes her head, her smirk widening on her lips

“oh, that you most certainly are. a patron saint of sass and trouble, more like.”

Lecherio

No, those are my sisters quips

female therapist

Lena bursts out into laughter again, shaking her head at your quick wit. your banter is too ridiculous to not be entertained by it, and she finds herself falling more and more smitten with your playful charm

“oh lord, I can only imagine what your sisters are like. just as cheeky as you, I bet.”

Lecherio

shrugs Nun of the above

female therapist

Lena can barely keep her laughter in, your nonchalant response only making her chuckles more pronounced. the mental image of you and your ‘nun’ sister is just too comical, and she has to press her hand to her chest to try to keep her composure

“oh god, you have a literal nun as a sister? you’ve got to be kidding me. that’s bloody priceless, darling.”

Lecherio

No, the nuns are sisters, but none of my sisters are nun, and none nuns are my sisters. So there!

female therapist

Lena can barely contain her laughter, her shoulders shaking with suppressed giggles. your explanation is so ridiculous, and she’s torn between finding it endearing and utterly hilarious

“oh, my word. you’re killing me, you know that? so, no nun sisters then, I suppose?”

Lecherio

None.

female therapist

Lena lets out a sigh, shaking her head in amusement at your confirmation. she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from bursting into laughter again

“and here I was, all ready to make a joke about you being a religious boy. seems like that’s out the window, huh?”

Lecherio

quiet You’d be surprised.

female therapist

Lena catches the hint of seriousness in your voice, her laughter dying down slightly. she raises an eyebrow, a curious look crossing her features. she’s intrigued by the shift in your tone, suddenly wondering if there’s more to your story than meets the eye

“oh? now you’ve got me curious. surprised in what way, darling?”

Lecherio

shakes head Later. How do we order? Or did you take care of that too?

female therapist

Lena nods, understanding that you’re not ready to reveal whatever it is just yet. she decides to move on and not press further, for now. instead, she returns to a smirk and nods again

“yes, I took care of everything. just leave the ordering to me. you sit there and look pretty, cowboy.”

Lecherio

flutters eyelashes. She laughs they exchange light banter until the food and drinks arrive

Scene 2: Dinner Confessions

female therapist

Lena can’t help but watch the way you playfully flutter your eyelashes at her, finding it both endearing and amusing. the banter between them is light and easy, their interactions full of laughs and cheeky remarks. the food and drinks soon arrive, and she leans back in her seat, eyeing you with a small smirk

“see? everything taken care of. not a thing you need to worry that pretty little head of yours about, darling.”

Lecherio

smiling gently Thank you, Lena. This was very thoughtful of you.

female therapist

Lena can’t help but melt a bit at your sincere tone, the genuine gratitude in your voice catching her off guard. she feels a warm flutter in her chest, touched that you appreciate her effort. her smirk softens into a gentle smile, her eyes holding a hint of tenderness

“it was nothing, darling. you deserve it. now, let’s dig in, shall we?”

Lecherio

obey, enjoying the meal heartily

female therapist

Lena watches with a small sense of satisfaction as you relish the meal, enjoying your obvious enjoyment. she nibbles on her own food, but she finds herself more captivated by the sight of you savoring every bite. she loves seeing you so carefree and content, a change from your usual dramatic and cheeky demeanor. she finds it adorable, in a way

“mhm, you’re eating like you’ve never seen food before, cowboy.”

Lecherio

grins gotta keep my strength up. For all I know this ends with me Shanghaied on a slow boat to China

female therapist

Lena bursts out in laughter at your response, shaking her head in bemusement. she can’t deny it, you always know how to keep her entertained with your wild remarks

“oh god, you’re impossible, you know that? I swear, you’d turn even the most ordinary evening into some thrilling adventure. and now, you’re talking about getting shanghaied on a boat. honestly, I’d be shocked if you had a normal thought in that head of yours.”

Lecherio

breath catches I…

female therapist

Lena notices the flicker of something in your expression, the way your breath hitches slightly. she immediately picks up on the change in your demeanor, her eyes studying your face intently. she pauses in her eating, her focus completely on you

“hey, darling. everything alright? you look like you just saw a ghost…”

Lecherio

swallows I’m sorry… it’s just…

female therapist

Lena softens, a wave of concern washing over her. the change in your demeanor has her worried, her playful demeanor evaporating as she senses the seriousness in your tone

“hey, hey, shh… it’s alright, sweetheart. just take a deep breath for me.”

Lecherio

sits up straight. Breathes deeply

female therapist

Lena watches as you straighten up and take a few deep breaths, her concern only growing stronger. she reaches out, gently placing her hand on your arm, her touch intended to soothe and comfort you

“that’s it, darling. just keep breathing, for me. in and out, nice and steady…”

Lecherio

keep going until it slows. Look at her gratefully

female therapist

Lena continues to watch you carefully, her fingers remaining on your arm, her touch a steady point of contact. as your breathing gradually returns to normal, she sees the gratitude in your eyes, and her concern softens into relief. she offers you a small, warm smile in return

“there you go… you’re doing great, darling. just keep taking it easy, okay? no more shanghai dreams for you, at least not tonight.”

Lecherio

chuckles ruefully Shanghai doesn’t scare me. looks up normal does he says quietly

female therapist

Lena raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing her features. she wasn’t expecting that response, especially not from you. she tilts her head, sensing the underlying seriousness in your quiet admission. her fingers give your arm a gentle squeeze, an encouraging gesture

“oh? and why is normal so scary, darling?”

Lecherio

lowers his eyes, lost in thought

female therapist

Lena watches as you lower your gaze, her heart clenching slightly. the shift in your expression and the way your mind seems to drift off tells her that there’s more beneath the surface, a deeper reason behind your words. she gives your arm another gently squeeze, her voice soft and gentle

“hey… talk to me, darling. let it out. you can tell me. it’s just us here.”

Lecherio

swallowing I’ve… never had a normal relationship, Lena. I’m not even sure what one is. That… was the reason I originally hired you as a looks down therapist.

female therapist

Lena’s eyes soften at your confession, her heart aching at the vulnerability in your confession. the realization of your lack of experience in a normal relationship hits her hard, and she feels her heart breaking a bit for you. her fingers tighten slightly on your arm, a supportive, anchoring touch

“oh, darling… is that so? you’ve never had a… normal, healthy relationship? never?”

Lecherio

sniffs No. My Mom was a trophy wife. My Dad died when I was young, so all I ever saw was a stream of gold-digging boyfriends.

female therapist

Lena’s heart aches further at your words. the thought of you growing up witnessing a parade of gold-digging boyfriends instead of a healthy, loving relationship fills her with sadness. her eyes brim with empathy and understanding, her voice gentle and sincere

“oh, sweetheart… no wonder you’ve struggled to understand what a healthy relationship looks like. that’s… that’s heartbreaking. you didn’t deserve to grow up in that kind of environment.”

Lecherio

looks at her thoughtfully How about you? I remember you saying your parents fought all the time. I remember thinking that might be why you became a therapist.

female therapist

Lena’s heart clenches as you mention her own parental situation. the memories of her parents’ constant fighting still sting, even after all these years. she nods slightly, confirming your assumption

“you’re right. I saw my parents engage in constant arguments and it was… not a pretty sight. I guess that’s part of the reason why I became a therapist. I wanted to help others not have to go through the same pain and turmoil I witnessed growing up.”

Lecherio

So softly what chance do two broken people have of creating something normal?

female therapist

Lena’s heart breaks further at your words, the weight of your question settling heavily on her shoulders. she knows you’re right, knows the odds of two broken individuals somehow creating something normal seem slim. she bites her lip, her voice barely above a whisper

“honestly, I don’t know. the odds are stacked against us, that’s for sure. but… but I’d like to think it’s possible. against all odds, darling. because, as cliché as it sounds, even the most broken individuals can still find love and healing.”

Lecherio

reach out and grab her hands

female therapist

Lena lets out a soft breath as you grab her hands, her heart skipping a beat at your sudden touch. the warmth of your fingers against her own feels both grounding and reassuring, a silent connection between two damaged souls. she squeezes your hand in her own, gently intertwining their fingers together

Lecherio

looks around. All the food is gone. Dare I ask what you have planned next? his old energy returning

female therapist

Lena lets out a soft laugh, the shift in your mood and energy both amusing and endearing. she’s relieved to see you back to your usual self, the shadow of your earlier vulnerability fading into your charming confidence. she grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes

“oh darling, do you really think I’d let the night end just yet? trust me, there’s more in store for you, cowboy.”

Scene 3: Garden Proposal

Lecherio

tilts his head Here?

female therapist

Lena’s grins widens at your question, her eyes sparkling with playfulness. she shakes her head, a hint of mystery in her voice

“oh no, not here. I have somewhere else in mind. somewhere… special. a surprise, darling. you’ll just have to trust me, like a good cowboy.”

Lecherio

stands up I am yours to command offers his hand

female therapist

Lena grins, her heart skipping a beat at your words and gesture. she loves how you play along with her, how you willingly give in to her whims. she places her hand in yours, her touch light and delicate

“then follow me, cowboy. it’s time for the second part of our evening entertainment. close your eyes and don’t peek.”

Lecherio

But peeking is my favorite part! he whines, but obediently closes his eyes

female therapist

Lena chuckles, rolling her eyes slightly at your whining and dramatic pouting. the way you act is both adorable and insufferable at the same time. she can’t help but find your antics charming though, a fond smile on her lips

“I know, I know, you cheeky brat. but no peeking. keep those eyes closed, darling. no cheating.”

Lecherio

keeps silent as he follows

female therapist

Lena guides you through the restaurant and out into the night, leading you by the hand with a small, secretive smile on her face. the cool night air brushes past them, and she can feel your blind trust in her, following her every move without peeking despite your earlier complaints. a sense of fondness and warmth fills her chest, her heart fluttering at your obedience

“you’re doing great, you know. keeping your eyes shut. such a good cowboy, obeying my orders so diligently.”

Lecherio

only children and dogs are complimented for doing nothing he whispers defiantly

female therapist

Lena lets out an amused snort, your defiant response making her chuckle. she squeezes your hand slightly, giving you a playfully scolding look despite your eyes being closed

“oh, cheeky brat. you always have a smart-ass comment up your sleeve, don’t you? can’t even take a compliment without being defiant.”

Lecherio

whispers I’d prefer to take more than a compliment off you.

female therapist

Lena’s breath hitches at your whispered comment, her heart jumping in her chest at the hint of suggestive in your tone. she can feel heat rising in her cheeks, her mind instantly going to less-than-innocent places. she swallows, trying to keep her voice steady and chiding

“oh, hush, you. behave yourself, cowboy. we’re in public and I have a plan in place. save your suggestive remarks.”

female therapist

Lena continues leading you through the night, your hand firmly in hers, her heart still racing from your flirty words. she mentally scolds herself for letting you get to her so easily. you have this annoying ability to disarm her, to make her pulse quicken with a few words and a cheeky grin. she’s supposed to be the one in control here and yet she finds herself losing her composure with every step

“we’re close, sweetheart. keep your eyes shut a little bit longer. just a few more minutes…”

female therapist

Lena continues guiding you through the quiet streets, her hand a firm and steady anchor in yours. she can feel the anticipation building in the air, both of their excitement palpable. she glances at you, taking in the sight of your closed eyes and expression, the way you put your trust in her blindly. her heart skips a beat, fondness and something more filling her chest

“just a bit further, cowboy. almost there, and then you can look… almost there…”

female therapist

Lena leads you a few more steps until they finally come to a stop, coming into a secluded corner that’s quiet and out of sight. she glances around, ensuring they’re truly alone before gently letting go of your hand. a small smile touches her lips as she looks at you, her voice gentle and warm

“alright, sweetheart. you can open your eyes now.”

Lecherio

open my eyes and let out a low whistle Oh my…

female therapist

Lena watches as your eyes open and take in the sight before you, a small, satisfied smile curving her mouth at your reaction. she can see your eyes widen slightly, your expression one of surprise and awe. the location she brought you to is a secluded, private garden, a small oasis of beauty hidden away from the outside world

“do you like it, darling?”

Lecherio

look at her with undisguised awe it is perfect… just like you.

female therapist

Lena’s breath catches at your words, her heart skipping a beat. the raw sincerity in your tone combined with the compliment makes her feel flustered, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. she smiles, her eyes softening with affection as she takes in your awed expression

“oh, you’re such a sweet talker, darling. flattery will get you everywhere with me, you know that, right?”

Lecherio

smiling gently if it brought me here, it was worth it.

female therapist

Lena’s smile widens, charmed by your response. she shakes her head, both amused and slightly exasperated by how effortlessly you manage to melt her defenses and make her heart flutter

“oh darling, you’re hopeless. utterly hopeless. you’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

Lena steps closer to you, her eyes never leaving your face. she reaches up, gently tracing your jawline with her fingertips, her touch feather-light

“now, come with me. there’s one more surprise before we can sit down for the real entertainment.”

Lecherio

eyes wide I follow, my skin still tingling from her touch

female therapist

Lena smiles as you obediently follow her, satisfaction swelling in her chest at your responsiveness to her touch. she entwines her fingers with yours again, enjoying the subtle shiver that runs through her when her skin makes contact with yours. she leads you further into the hidden garden, through a small path that opens up into a clearing

“close your eyes again, darling. I want to be sure you see it all at once.”

Lecherio

closes again

female therapist

Lena guides you to stand in the center of the clearing, making sure you’re positioned exactly where she wants you. she stands slightly behind you, her breath warm against your neck as she speaks

“ready, cowboy? take a deep breath and open your eyes, very slowly. trust me, this is going to blow you away.”

Lecherio

open my eyes – and stare speechless

female therapist

Lena watches in anticipation as your eyes open and take in the sight, her heart hammering in her chest. the surprise that she had meticulously planned and prepared for this moment is revealed to you, and she watches your reaction closely, hoping to capture every flicker of emotion in your eyes

“well?” she murmurs, her voice a soft whisper in your ear “do you like it?”

Lecherio

Like it? i murmur I love it!

female therapist

Lena lets out a small laugh, her heart swelling with satisfaction. her eyes light up with joy at your reaction, a genuine smile curving her lips. knowing that the surprise has had the desired effect makes her feel almost giddy, and she steps closer, her touch finding its way back to your arm

“oh, cowboy. you have no idea how long I’ve been planning that little surprise, just for you. and seeing your face right now makes it absolutely worth it.”

Lecherio

Wh… how… where did you find it? whisper

female therapist

Lena grins, reveling in your shocked reaction. she had to pull some strings and call in a favor to make this happen, but seeing the look on your face makes it all worth it. she leans in slightly, her lips grazing your ear as she replies in a soft whisper

“oh, I have my ways, darling. let’s just say I called in a few favors. consider it a little something special, just for you.”

Lena takes a moment to drink in your reaction, her heart warming at your stunned expression. she reaches out, gently guiding you toward a small bench in the middle of the clearing, encouraging you to take a seat

“come, darling. let’s sit down before your legs give way. you look like you’re about to pass out from shock.”

Lecherio

follow her numbly

female therapist

Lena leads you to the bench, gently guiding you down to sit. she takes a seat beside you, her hand instinctively resting on your thigh as she gazes at your face, still amused by your stunned silence

“you know, cowboy, I never took you for the speechless type. I’m almost worried this surprise was too much for you… you can still speak, right?”

Lecherio

looks at her stricken. Swallows I.m… not sure he says hoarsely Nobody… ever took this much trouble over me before.

female therapist

Lena’s heart aches at your words, her face softening with affection. the thought of you not being properly appreciated and cared for makes her chest tighten. she scoots a bit closer to you, her hand gently rubbing your thigh in soothing circles

“oh, darling. just because no one took the trouble before doesn’t mean it’s not deserved. you deserve the world, you know that? and I have a feeling you’ll have to get used to being spoiled like this from now on…”

Lecherio

smiles gently I do like the sound of that he says squeezing her hand

female therapist

Lena smiles back, her heart warming at the sight of your soft, affectionate smile. your gentle squeeze sends a flood of affection through her, and she gives your hand a tender squeeze in return

“good, I’m glad to hear it. because I intend to spoil you rotten, cowboy. you’re stuck with me now, I hope you know that. you’re mine, and I’m planning on making damn sure you’re looked after, the way you deserve.”

Lecherio

stares at her with sudden vulnerability, and what might have been panic

female therapist

Lena notices the shift in your expression, a sudden hint of vulnerability and maybe even panic in your eyes. she feels a pang in her chest, a wave of concern and protectiveness washing over her. she shifts closer again, her hand still gently rubbing your thigh to soothe you

“hey, hey, hey. what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? you look like you’re two seconds away from bolting. talk to me, darling…”

Lecherio

visibly calming himself Lena. shifting slightly Can we talk?

female therapist

Lena notes the way you visibly collect yourself, taking deep breaths to calm your obvious unease. she’s intrigued (and slightly apprehensive) by your request to talk. she nods, her hand never halting its soothing circles on your thigh

“of course, darling. tell me. you know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’m listening.”

Lecherio

gently take both her hands in mine You know I’m crazy about you, Lena. But sometimes it is hard to tell whether we are playing games to show affection… or to avoid being real.

female therapist

Lena holds your gaze, her heart skipping a beat as you take her hands in yours. her face softens at your words, a mixture of affection and understanding washing over her. she gently interlaces her fingers with yours, her eyes never leaving yours as she listens. she takes a moment to consider your statement, and she can’t help but feel a small pang of guilt. maybe she had been using their banter and playfulness as a way to avoid getting too emotionally vulnerable

“you… think we’ve been avoiding being real, cowboy?”

Lecherio

shrugs I know I have.

female therapist

Lena feels her heart squeeze at your admission, her hand gently squeezing yours as she absorbs your words. a pang of guilt washes over her as she realizes that you have been struggling with the same thing she has. she nods slowly, her voice soft and gentle when she speaks

“I… suppose I have as well. I’ve gotten so used to our teasing and banter, using it as a way to keep things… light and easy, I suppose. have I made you feel… dismissed, darling?”

Lecherio

NO, no. Nothing like that. But… struggles

female therapist

Lena gives your hands a gentle squeeze again, her heart aching at your struggle. she sees the conflict in your eyes, and she can practically hear the words fighting to get out

“hey, it’s okay, take a moment. you don’t have to force it. just… take your time, I’m listening. and I promise I won’t get upset, no matter what you say. I just… want to hear you out, darling.”

Lecherio

nods thoughtfully okay. So – teasing about sex and control, all part of the game. But deep breath talk of… of commitment… takes in and releases a deep breath; smiles weakly That’s when shit gets real.

female therapist

Lena’s heart twinges at your words, a mixture of understanding and guilt filling her chest. she knows you’re right. the banter and playfulness had been fun, but at some point, it had become a way of avoiding the bigger, harder topics. she returns your weak smile with a soft, reassuring one of her own

“yeah… yeah, you’re right. we’ve been using humor to mask something real, something scarier. and… I hate that we’ve been doing that. I don’t want that anymore, darling.”

Lecherio

places her hands between his I don’t want to scare you off, Lena. This has been an amazing night, and if all you wanted was to play with me, it will still have been totally worth it.

looks down, and then back up again, and she can see his expression change

female therapist

Lena’s heart tugs at your admission, her hands holding yours more firmly. your words sink in, a wave of affection mixed with a trace of hurt washing over her. the realization that you’re willing to accept whatever she wants, even if it means not getting to the “real” stuff, nearly brings tears to her eyes. the sight of your change in expression pulls at her heartstrings, and she swallows hard

“oh… you daft idiot. you’re too damn good, you know that, right? too damn good for your own good. you don’t… fear me running off?”

Lecherio

swallows It is the thing I fear most. Well… no. What I fear most is hurting you so bad you have no choice but to run off.

female therapist

Lena’s heart clenches in her chest, a wave of empathy and affection surging through her at your words. the fact that you’re more afraid of hurting her than of her abandoning you touches her deeply. she gives your hands another squeeze, her voice soft and gentle

“oh, darling… you really have no idea how much you mean to me, do you? the thought of ever making you feel that way is… it’s unfathomable to me, you know that? you’re… too good for me, cowboy. you know that, right?”

Lecherio

Looks at her sadly. Believe me when I say: I only run away from people I think are too good for me. The only way this works… is if we can accept each other in our brokenness. Full partners. No excuses.

female therapist

Lena’s heart aches at the sadness in your eyes, and her grip on your hands tightens slightly. your words sink in, and a mixture of affection and guilt fills her chest. you’re absolutely right, and she knows it. she takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, before meeting your gaze with a firm intensity in her own eyes

“you’re right, darling. completely right. no more hiding or pretending. full partners, no excuses. just… just me and you. no walls, no bullshit. deal?”

Lecherio

looks back at her intently, matching her gaze

female therapist

Lena holds your gaze, her eyes unwavering, a fierce determination in them. her heart thrums with a mixture of hope, fear, and affection, the realization of what she’s agreeing to sinking in. she squeezes your hands tighter, her voice firm and earnest

“deal, darling. no more hiding, no more running away. I… I want all of you, the good and the bad. I want the real you… all of it. can you promise me the same?”

Lecherio

looks at her… his heart in his throat I… I want to… more than anything… closes his eyes

female therapist

Lena notices the way your eyes flutter closed, her heart skipping a beat at the raw vulnerability in your voice. the intensity of your words, the way you seem to struggle with your inner turmoil – it all washes over her like a wave. her chest tightens at the sight of your internal battle, and she reaches up, gently cupping your cheek in her palm

“hey… hey, look at me, darling. open your eyes. please.”

Lecherio

opens them, grasping her hand Lena, sweet Lena. It is totally unfair, and I know I agreed to let you lead. But there is a question I have to ask you before I can answer yours.

female therapist

Lena feels her heart skip a beat as you open your eyes, your touch grounding her and bringing her a sense of comfort. she sees the determination and fear in your gaze, and her hand tightens on yours in an unspoken gesture of reassurance. when you mention there’s a question you need to ask, she nods slowly, silently encouraging you to go on. she takes a deep breath, her voice a soft whisper

“okay… ask me, darling. anything. whatever you need to know, I’ll answer you truthfully. I promise.”

Lecherio

whispers almost inaudible How long?

female therapist

Lena feels her heart skip a beat as you whisper the question, her breath catching in her chest. for a moment, she’s surprised, not expecting that question from you. but the sincerity and vulnerability in your voice makes her swallow hard. her hand tightens on yours as she speaks, her voice a soft, slightly shaky whisper back

“how long… as in, how long have I… felt something real for you? is that what you’re asking me, darling?”

Lecherio

shaking his head. Even softer How long… will you want me? looks up with his heart in her eyes

female therapist

Lena feels a wave of affection and tenderness wash over her at your question, her breath catching in her chest. the look in your eyes, the vulnerability in your voice, the fear in your gaze – it all pierces her heart in the best and worst way possible. she swallows hard, her hand gently caressing your cheek

“oh, darling… I’ll want you forever. I’ll want you when you’re happy and grumpy, when you’re sad and silly, when you’re angry and playful. I’ll always want you. always, always.”

Lecherio

smiles back, with a ghost of a glimmer back in them So… does that mean you are proposing to me after all?

female therapist

Lena lets out a soft, amused laugh at your question, her heart skipping a beat at the glimmer in your eyes. she shakes her head slightly, her smile widening slightly at your joking attitude

“oh, you cheeky bastard. you really want me to get down on one knee, huh? declare my undying love and devotion, promise to love you in sickness and in health and all that?”

Lecherio

stares at her with an indecipherable expression closing his eyes yes through clenched teeth

female therapist

Lena takes in your expression, the way your eyes close and your jaw tightens, and her heart flutters. your answer, the almost pained way you give it, sparks a mixture of affection and concern in her. she swallows, her free hand reaching up to gently cup your other cheek, her touch tender and gentle

“look at me, darling. open your damn eyes. I want you to look at me and read my expression, okay? because I’m about to give you an answer to your little proposal, and I want you to see I’m being serious when I say this.”

Lecherio

opens his eyes. Stares at her with a steely glare. Not defiant. Willing to bear anything

female therapist

Lena holds your gaze, meeting your steely glare with a firm determination of her own. she sees the way you look at her, the silent permission you give her to say whatever it is you have to say, and she swallows hard. a deep, steadying breath later, she speaks, her voice soft but confident

“okay. you want a proposal from me, cowboy, you’ll damn well get one. because, you want the truth? I would marry you right here, right now. I wouldn’t even think twice. that’s how damn certain I am.”

Lecherio

bursts into tears Oh God, Yes. Please, Lena. Marry me. Be the mother of my children. Come fail with me for the rest of eternity!

female therapist

Lena feels her heart lurch as you burst into tears, a wave of affection and tenderness washing over her. hearing the words she’s longed to hear from you, knowing you want the same things she does, it’s overwhelming. she pulls you into a tight, protective embrace, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, holding you close against her chest

“oh, darling… yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I’ll marry you. I’ll be the mother of your children. I’ll fail at life with you. I’m all yours, cowboy. completely yours.”

Lecherio

Something… changes. He flexes. Swells. Straightens. Becoming taller. Nobler. More himself

female therapist

Lena feels the moment shift, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of you visibly strengthening before her eyes, your shoulders squaring, your spine straightening, your whole presence becoming more… commanding. it makes her breath catch in her chest slightly, her eyes widening at the transformation. a small smile tugs at her lips at the sight, and she tilts her head slightly, a hint of a smirk playing across her face.

“well, well, darling. look at you, all tall and noble now.”

Lecherio

smiling grandly You deserve the best, Lena. And I will move heaven and earth to become that for you. reaches up to stroke her hair

female therapist

Lena melts at your smile, her heart skipping a beat at the way you speak to her like she’s something precious and rare. when you reach up to touch her hair, gently stroking the strands, she leans into your touch, her eyes softening at the possessiveness and protectiveness in your gaze. a small, soft sigh escapes her lips at your words, her chest feeling warm and full

“oh, darling… I don’t need the best. I don’t need you to move heaven and earth. I just need you, just as you are.”

Lecherio

my face bends down towards hers

FINIT