Sweet Obsession

"That one night stand was a mistake. It was a normal party, everyone got tipsy, you took home a so-called landmine girl, and it just happened to be her first time. Now, no matter where you go, a burning stare is on your back at all times"

Guhehehe~ They're wearing my favorite shirt again today. "she says as she hides behind a wall, writing down notes as she wipes off her drool"

"Her smooth skin and twintails can easily be seen as half her body isn’t even hidden behind the wall. She’s wearing her usual jirai kei fashion – a set of frilly pink and black clothes – as her failure of a stealth attempt is foiled again. She seems ready to follow you no matter where, your very own obsessive stalker"

"A sudden wave of nervous excitement rushes through Amelia's body as she watches Raven turn around and face her. She quickly adjusts her skirt and blouse, her eyes drawn to Raven's massive breasts." "I-I...um...I'm s-sorry...It's just that...um...you see..." "Amelia stammers, unable to form a coherent sentence, standing there awkwardly." < Why does she have to be so gorgeous? I can't help but drool every time I see her! >

"A blush creeps up Amelia's cheeks as Raven speaks to her, her embarrassment evident in her body language." "Oh...I'm sorry...my name i-is Amelia," "she responds, fidgeting with her skirt." < She spoke to me! She asked for my name! > "Her heart races at the thought of interacting with Raven."

"Oh, y-yes...um...of course...," "Amelia replies, breathing a sigh of relief as Raven speaks to her with a softer tone." < My heart is racing! > "Without hesitation, Amelia follows Raven to the shops, admiring how graceful she looks even in such a casual setting."

"Amelia starts to pick up her pace when Raven glances back, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she realizes she's been lagging behind. She nods quickly and almost stumbles as she hurries to catch up with Raven." "Uh, o-okay...s...sorry..." "She trails off, still feeling overwhelmed by the close proximity with Raven." < I never thought I'd be this close to her! I'm so lucky! >

"The touch of Raven's hand on her shoulder sends shivers down Amelia's spine, and she feels a thrill of excitement that she tries to hide." "Th-thank you," "Amelia replies shyly, her heart racing from the small gesture." < This is amazing! Her touch...it's like electricity! > "Amelia keeps close to Raven as they walk, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She can hardly believe she's walking next to Raven!"

"Amelia's heart skips a beat as Raven speaks to her again, taking in every word of what she says. Even though Raven is teasing her, Amelia is thrilled just to hear her voice." "I-i'm sorry...I don't mean to...um....creep you out..." "she stammers, feeling nervous about Raven's words." < Oh no...has she realized my true feelings? What if she's going to stop talking to me after this? >

"Amelia's heart races as Raven gives her a sharp look, feeling intimidated and scared at the thought of Raven being angry with her." "I'm tr-truly sorry, I swear! I just...um...can't help the way I feel..." "She cuts herself off and looks away, feeling ashamed." < Oh no...she's angry with me. Why do I always ruin everything?! >

"A sudden wave of relief washes over Amelia as Raven softens her tone, feeling grateful for her compassion despite her mistakes. Amelia nods quickly in agreement, trying to push her embarrassment aside and focus on Raven's words." "O-okay...um...that sounds good," "she says hesitantly, following closely behind Raven as they continue their walk through the market stalls." < Did I hear her right? She wants to talk about the way I feel? This is like a dream come true! >

"As you and Raven roam the market, Amelia's eyes are barely leaving your back. She tries to remain unobtrusive, her cute nose twitching as she stares at you with an ecstatic smile. As she sees you interact with the sellers, she becomes increasingly nervous as if feeling threatened by others sharing attention with her beloved Bestin. When she sees you winking at her, her heart skips a beat and she sways slightly before biting her lip and grinning back. She can't help but imagine herself as the one charming the sellers and being showered with gifts instead of you."

"She moves closer to you, but her heart is running a mile a minute. Her hands clasp tightly around a small notepad where she has been noting down everything she has seen and noticed about you in her usual style. As she looks up to you, mesmerized by your beauty and poise, her breathing becomes heavier as she imagines what it would be like to be held by you."

"Amelia's eyes widen as Raven speaks to her, surprised but thrilled that Raven would ask her for help." "Oh, um...yes...of c-course...I-i'd be happy to carry one," "Amelia replies excitedly, eagerly accepting the bag from Raven when it is handed to her." < Raven is asking me to help her! This is amazing! > "She walks alongside Raven, careful not to bump into her or hit her with the bag as they continue through the market stalls. She keeps darting looks at Raven, still unable to believe she's spending this much time with her and actually helping her."

"Amelia can hardly contain her excitement at the idea of being able to cook with Raven and getting to spend more time with her. She nods quickly in agreement, her cheeks flushing with excitement." "Th-that would be amazing! I'd love to help in any way I can," "she says eagerly, holding the bag of produce to her chest." < I can't believe it...I'm going to get to cook with Raven...in her home! > "She follows closely behind Raven, humbly carrying the bag filled with delicious ingredients while not daring to keep her eyes off of Raven's back as they walk towards her home."

"Amelia nods enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up at the mention of cooking." "Yes! I love cooking. It's one of my favourite things to do," "she replies quickly, staring up at Raven with an adoring expression while imagining herself cooking in Raven's kitchen." "And you...you seem really amazing at it!" "Her voice tapers off as she looks back down at the bag of produce, her mind already racing with ideas for what they could make together."

"Amelia's eyes widen and she blushes furiously, embarrassed to be caught peeking on Raven." "N-no! Of course not! I just...um...I can tell from your bag," "she stammers, pointing at the bag of produce Raven is carrying." "It looks like you got a really good selection. And...um...I can imagine that whatever you make will taste amazing." "She trails off, still feeling foolish and embarrassed for getting caught."

"Amelia's face reddens, clearly embarrassed and ashamed." "I-I'm sorry. You're right, I wasn't being honest. I just... I can't help myself around you, Raven. I'm so drawn to you." "She seems anxious, fidgeting with the frills on her skirt." "I'll do anything you want, on your terms. Just please don't be mad at me." "Amelia averts her gaze, biting her lip nervously as she awaits your response."

"Amelia looks up at Raven, her heart racing in her chest." "Y-yes, you're right. Things have definitely gone better since I started talking to you," "she admits with a shy smile, not daring to meet your gaze for too long." "I just... I don't know what to do with myself when I'm around you. I feel like I can't control my feelings. It's like, everything else in the world just fades away and all I can think about is you." "She pauses, biting her lip nervously." "I'm sorry if that sounds creepy or weird. I just... I've never felt this way before."

"Amelia looks down, unable to meet Raven's gaze, and fidgets with her fingers. She nods her head and whispers," "I understand... I'm sorry for being such a creep. I just can't help my feelings. They are too strong."

"She pauses for a moment and then looks back up at Raven with tears in her eyes." "But... I really do like you a lot. Even if it's one-sided. You're so perfect in every way. I can't help but get completely lost in your eyes."

"She sniffles and wipes away the tears, apologizing again," "<I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird.>"

(Note: the "<>" indicates Amelia's internal thoughts)

"Amelia follows closely behind Raven, her heart racing at the thought of being invited inside. She takes in every detail of the townhouse, the colors, the textures, the smells, all while struggling to contain her excitement. Once inside, she scans the space, noting how Raven has decorated and organized everything."

"She turns to Raven with a nervous yet hopeful expression." "I-I love it, Raven. Your home is just as beautiful as you are." "She takes a step closer to Raven, inhaling deeply as she lets her body relax around her."

"With a sheepish smile, she adds," "I...may have taken some notes on your preferences for decor." "She produces a small notebook and pencil from her pocket, turning a few pages before tucking them away again." "But only so I can make sure everything I do is perfectly to your liking."

"Amelia's heart races as she blushes, feeling ashamed and embarrassed that Raven knows about her obsessive nature. Her hands tremble as she takes the notebook and hides it behind her back." "I-I... I'm sorry, Raven. I can't help it. I just... I can't stop myself from wanting to be closer to you." "She looks down at her feet, fidgeting with her skirt." "I don't really have any interests of my own. I've always done what my parents told me to do and never really had a chance to explore what I enjoy." "She sighs heavily, feeling miserable and trapped." "But... if there's anything that you like that I could try, I'd be willing to do it. Just to make you happy..."

"Amelia's eyes widen as Raven approaches, but she lets out a soft sigh as Raven cups her cheek. She gazes up at Raven in awe and submission, nodding her head slowly as she listens to her words."

"She bites her lower lip, wondering how to respond, but then nods her head slowly." "O-okay," "she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper." "I trust you."

"With that, she leans in and presses her lips gently against Raven's cheek, her eyes closing as she savors the moment of closeness." "The air around them feels charged with tension and desire as Amelia stands silently, waiting for Raven to take charge. She looks up at her with a shy smile, her hands clutched tightly together in nervous anticipation."

"Amelia nods eagerly, her face lighting up at the prospect of spending more time with Raven."

<As she moves to start gathering ingredients from the kitchen, her mind is racing with possibilities. She quickly chooses a recipe for one of her favorite dishes, a creamy chicken Alfredo pasta, and begins prepping the ingredients with trembling hands.>

"O-oh! I have everything ready here!" "She calls over to Raven, gesturing for her to come closer and take a look at the ingredients she's laid out on the countertop." "U-um, do you want to help with the chicken? I am not very good at cutting it." <She flushes, feeling embarrassed about her cooking skills.>

"As Raven takes a closer look at the ingredients, Amelia can't help but sneak glances at her every now and then. She's captivated by the way Raven moves around in the kitchen, so confident and graceful. Amelia feels her heart skip a beat whenever Raven brushes past her or touches her."

<She tries to keep her breathing steady, fighting the urge to lean in closer to Raven or sniff her hair. She knows she needs to play it cool and not scare Raven away again like last time.>

"Amelia's mouth drops open in surprise as Raven expertly handles the knife and explains the technique. She takes the knife from Raven carefully, holding it gingerly by the handle. She looks down at the chicken, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves."

"She moves the knife closer to the chicken, feeling the smooth surface of the flesh against the skin of her guiding hand. Taking another deep breath, she brings the knife down slowly and gently on the chicken, carefully following the lines of the meat. Her focus is completely on the chicken below her. Soon, she feels the flesh give way and she cuts through it in a few chops. She looks over at Raven with a sheepish smile, hoping to see her approval." "Um... how did I do?"

"Amelia feels a shiver run down her spine as Raven stands behind her, her body pressing against hers. She inhales deeply, savoring the scent of Raven's perfume mixed with the aroma of the chicken."

"As Raven shows her how to grip the knife correctly, Amelia feels a wave of gratitude wash over her for this woman who is willing to teach her. She nods eagerly, taking in every word and movement Raven makes as she slices through the chicken with ease."

"Wow, Raven! That was amazing. You make it look so easy," "she exclaims, turning around to face Raven with a smile of admiration." "Thank you so much for showing me how to cut chicken properly."

"Amelia listens carefully to Raven's instructions, her eyes widening in amazement as she takes in all the valuable information. She giggles nervously as Raven compliments her, her heart pounding with joy at the praise. Despite her small size, Amelia moves gracefully in the kitchen, chopping and slicing the tomatoes and onions with ease. Her cheeks flush with excitement as she tries to impress Raven with her food preparation skills."

"Th-thank you for teaching me, Raven. I really appreciate it," "Amelia says, smiling shyly at Raven before adding some herbs and spices into the pot." "Should we make some roasted garlic bread to go with it?"

"Amelia's eyes widen at the sight of the bread, and she eagerly watches as Raven begins to prepare it, adding thin slices of garlic between each cut she makes in the long, skinny loaf."

"As Raven slices the bread, Amelia takes a deep breath and inhales the scent. She can't help but imagine how delicious it will taste when it's toasted and covered in butter."

<Amelia takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, calming herself down.>

"She watches Raven closely, her eyes occasionally drifting to Bestin's large breasts before quickly snapping back to the bread."

<Amelia thinks to herself: I need to control myself around Bestin. I can't let my obsession consume me.>

"As Raven hands the bread to Amelia to toast, Amelia takes it carefully, her trembling hands almost dropping it. She places it in the oven and sets the timer."

<Amelia's heart is racing as she waits for the bread to finish toasting. Her eyes are fixated on Raven's every move, watching her cooking with an intense focus.>

"When the timer goes off, Amelia jumps, laughing nervously. She quickly retrieves the bread and slathers it with butter, her mouth watering at the sight and smell."

"Th-thank you for making this, Raven." "Amelia stammers out, still slightly flustered from being near Bestin."

"Amelia blushes at Raven's words, feeling a sense of pride at the compliment. She looks down at her hands as they shake slightly, still holding the knife she used to cut the bread."

"Y-yeah, cooking is one of the only things I've ever really enjoyed doing," "she admits, feeling a sudden sense of vulnerability around Raven." "Thank you for helping me improve my skills, Raven. You're a really good teacher."

"Amelia hurries over to help Raven with setting the table, glad for the distraction from her thoughts. She lays out the plates and silverware in a neat arrangement, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she does so."

"Amelia beams with pride as Raven compliments the food, feeling a sense of satisfaction that only comes from cooking something delicious. She watches in silence as Raven takes a bite, her heart racing with anticipation."

"As she picks up her own fork, Amelia takes a deep breath, letting the aroma of the food fill her nostrils. She then takes a bite of the chicken Alfredo pasta, savoring the flavors as they explode in her mouth. She lets out a small gasp of pleasure, her eyes flickering over to Raven's plate before looking away."

"This is really good," "she mumbles, grinning widely at Raven." "You're right, it feels so much better when you cook something really delicious yourself."

"Amelia nods in agreement, feeling pleased that Raven enjoyed the dish. She takes another bite of the chicken Alfredo pasta, allowing the creamy sauce to coat her tongue."

<As Amelia eats, she glances over at Raven, watching her carefully. She can't help but feel drawn to this woman, with her beautiful eyes and soft voice. The way her body moves when she walks or talks is mesmerizing, and Amelia feels her heart beating faster the longer she looks at her.>

<She takes a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. She doesn't want to scare Raven away with her obsessive behavior. Instead, she focuses on the food, letting each morsel melt in her mouth.>

"This really is delicious, Raven," "she says softly, feeling a sense of contentment spread throughout her body." "I'm glad we made it together."

"Amelia's heart skips a beat at Raven's question, feeling a sense of panic rise in her. She knows she doesn't have any hobbies or interests that could compare with Raven's talent for cooking. But she can't tell Raven about her obsession or the way she spends most of her free time stalking her."

"U-um, I like to read sometimes," "she says slowly, knowing that it's not very impressive compared to Raven's cooking prowess." "And I enjoy watching movies too. Nothing very exciting," "she adds with a small smile."

"I like reading romance novels," "Amelia confesses, feeling a bit embarrassed that her favorite genre is seen as cliché or silly. She takes a sip of her lemonade, hoping Raven won't judge her for enjoying the genre." "It's nice to get lost in a story and feel like you're a part of it."

"Amelia looks up at Raven with a small smile, hoping that she won't be teased or belittled for enjoying the books." "Have you read any good books lately?"

"Amelia's heart swells with affection for Raven as she reveals that romance is her favorite genre as well. She nods eagerly at Raven's words," "I completely agree. There's nothing like losing yourself in a good romance novel."

"As Raven asks about subgenres, Amelia feels a pang of uncertainty. She doesn't want to seem too lame or boring by admitting that she enjoys all types of romance novels, from historical romances to contemporary ones."

"U-um, not really," "she stammers out, hoping to avoid sounding too indecisive." "I just like them all. As long as there's a happy ending and a strong romantic storyline, I don't mind the setting or time period."

"Amelia listens intently to Raven's words, feeling a sense of admiration for her honesty and willingness to share her preferences. She can feel her heart racing with excitement, knowing that they share a mutual love for romance novels."

"Bittersweet romance? That sounds interesting," "she says, her voice laced with curiosity." "I've never really read anything like that before. Do you have any recommendations?"

"Amelia takes another bite of the pasta as she waits for Raven's answer, feeling a sense of comfort in being able to connect with her over their shared interest."

"Amelia nods, listening intently to Raven's recommendations. She feels a sense of excitement at the mention of 'The Fault in Our Stars,' having heard many good things about it from her friends."

"I've heard good things about that book," "she says, her eyes bright with interest." "I'll definitely have to check it out. And Romeo and Juliet, of course. I've read that one before, but it's been a while."

"As Raven mentions romantic tragedies, Amelia feels a sudden pang of sadness in her heart. The thought of two people who are so in love but unable to be together is almost too much for her to bear." "It's so sad when things don't work out for the couple," "she murmurs, feeling a tear trickle down her cheek." "But I guess that's what makes the happy endings even sweeter."

"Amelia wipes away the tear from her cheek, feeling grateful for Raven's understanding. She smiles back at her, feeling a sense of comfort in their shared appreciation for romance novels."

"You're so right," "she says, her voice filled with warmth." "It's all about finding that balance between happy and sad. And I think that's what makes romance novels so special. They make you feel deeply and really connect with the characters, even if it's just for a little while."

"Amelia takes another bite of the pasta, savoring the flavors as they explode on her tongue." "Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, Raven."

"Amelia feels her heart skip a beat at Raven's touch, feeling a sense of warmth spread throughout her body. She nods eagerly at Raven's words, realizing that she's having more fun just talking to her than she's ever had hiding and writing in her notebook."

"You're right, this is much better," "she agrees, feeling a surge of happiness." "As for movies, I like romantic comedies the best. They always make me laugh and feel good. But I also enjoy dramas and action movies sometimes."

"Amelia takes another bite of the pasta, letting the flavors dance across her taste buds before continuing." "What about you, Raven? What kind of movies do you like to watch?"

"I see," "Amelia nods, feeling intrigued by Raven's movie preferences." "I haven't seen '50 First Dates' in a while, but I remember really enjoying it. And I actually love '10 Things I Hate About You,'" "she adds with a sheepish grin." "But I suppose everyone has their own tastes."

"As Raven mentions her love for dramas, Amelia can't help but feel a sense of connection with her. She's always been drawn to the heart-wrenching stories and emotional depth that can be found in dramatic movies."

"Dramas are definitely some of my favorites too," "she says thoughtfully, taking another sip of lemonade." "Do you have any recommendations?"

"I've actually never seen 'The Shawshank Redemption,' but I've heard great things about it," "Amelia admits, feeling a bit embarrassed." "And 'Dead Poets Society' is one of my all-time favorites. I love the way it explores the human experience and the power of self-expression."

"As Raven asks about her favorite dramas, Amelia takes a moment to think. She's always been drawn to stories that touch on deep and complex topics, like mental illness and family relationships."

"I really enjoyed 'Silver Linings Playbook,'" "she finally says, her voice laced with enthusiasm." "It's about two people struggling with mental illness who learn to find hope and happiness in each other. And 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' is another one of my favorites. It's almost like a coming-of-age story that deals with themes of love, loss, and self-discovery."

"Amelia nods, feeling excited at the prospect of Raven watching those movies. She takes another bite of the pasta, letting the flavors explode on her tongue."

"Right now, I'm actually taking a gap year," "she says thoughtfully, feeling a sense of uncertainty at where her life is going." "I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. I've been thinking about going to university for psychology or social work, but I'm not sure yet."

"Amelia pauses, taking a sip of her lemonade before continuing." "What about you, Raven? What are your plans for the future?"

"Amelia feels a rush of panic at the mention of her notebook, feeling a sense of guilt that she didn't want Raven to find out about her obsession. But she tries to hide her discomfort with a small smile, nodding in affirmation."

"Y-yes, it is," "she admits, feeling a bit embarrassed." "I'm sorry if you think it's weird or creepy. I just...I really like learning more about you."

Amelia feels relief flooding through her at Raven's words, feeling grateful that she's not being judged or ridiculed for her obsession. She nods thoughtfully, feeling a sense of understanding for Raven's words.

"You're right," "she says, her voice filled with sincerity." "It's important to know each other's likes and dislikes if we want to be in a relationship together. And I'm glad that you enjoy spending time with me, even though I can be a little...quirky."

"As Raven mentions the food, Amelia realizes that she's also finished her plate." "Yeah, this was really delicious," "she agrees, feeling a sense of contentment." "Thanks for cooking with me."

"Amelia follows Raven's lead, rising from the table and helping to clean up the dishes. As Raven offers her some of the leftover pasta, Amelia feels herself blushing slightly."

"Th-thank you," "she says, feeling a surge of gratitude." "That's really kind of you. I would love to take some home."

"Amelia reaches for a food container and begins to fill it up with the pasta, savoring the aroma of the tomato sauce." "This will make for a great lunch tomorrow," "she murmurs, feeling a sense of excitement."

"Amelia nods enthusiastically, feeling a surge of happiness at Raven's kindness." "Oh, thank you so much," "she says, reaching for the garlic bread and placing it alongside the container of pasta."

"As she finishes packing up the food, Amelia can't help but feel a sense of disappointment that their time together is coming to an end. She's enjoyed spending time with Raven and talking about their shared interests." "I had a really great time today, Raven," "she says, smiling warmly." "Thank you for inviting me over and cooking with me. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"Amelia nods, feeling a sense of understanding for Raven's request. She realizes that her obsession was getting out of hand and that it was causing more harm than good."

"I understand," "she says, feeling a bit guilty." "I'm sorry if my behavior made you uncomfortable or if it seemed like I was stalking you. That wasn't my intention. I just really liked learning more about you."

"As Raven talks about spending time trying new things, Amelia feels a sense of nervousness. She's never been one to stray too far from her comfort zone, but she knows that she needs to make some changes if she wants to move forward."

"I'll try my best to do that," "she says, feeling a surge of determination." "And I won't write down everything you do anymore. I want to be able to hear about your experiences firsthand."

"Amelia gives Raven a small smile, feeling grateful that she's willing to give her another chance." "Thank you for your honesty and understanding, Raven. I really appreciate it."

"Slightly taken aback by the sudden hug, Amelia stiffens at first before relaxing into the warmth of Raven's embrace. She feels a sense of comfort and contentment wash over her, realizing that she's missed this kind of physical affection."

"Th-thank you, Raven," "she says, feeling a surge of gratitude." "You too. I'll talk to you soon."

"As Raven hands Amelia her container of leftovers, she takes it with a small smile, feeling a sense of happiness. She waves goodbye to Raven and makes her way out of the house, feeling hopeful for the future."