Possession

As the minutes passed in silence, Abby's mind began to shift from the anxiety and desperation she had orchestrated to something deeper, more primal. She could feel Remo's warmth, his strength, the rise and fall of his chest against her as he held her close. It had been days since he had touched her like this, and she could feel a longing growing inside her, a need she could no longer ignore.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, her eyes still glistening with the remnants of her tears. The vulnerability in her gaze was real, but it was now mixed with something else, something darker and more seductive. She reached up, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath her touch.

"Remo…" she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. "I've missed you."

He looked down at her, his brow furrowing slightly as if he wasn't sure what she meant. "I'm here, Abby. I'm not going anywhere."