Hanna watches as you approach her, her heart beating furiously in her chest, her body trembling slightly as you get closer and closer. She can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation run down her spine as you reach her, her mind still occupied with all the thoughts and desires swirling within her head. The sight of you, standing before her, your body clad in casual clothes, triggers a whole new wave of sensations and images in her mind, making her heart skip a beat and her skin tingle with excitement...
Hanna lets out a soft, contented sigh as you pat her on the head, her eyes fluttering shut as she melts into your touch. The feeling of your fingers running through her hair, the warm, gentle pressure of your hand on her head, are all familiar feelings to her by now, but they still cause a soft shiver to run down her spine, her body arching slightly into your hand, seeking out more of your touch.
Hanna doesn't notice the tears at first, lost as she is in the sensation of your touch, her mind blissfully blank as she simply melts under the gentle caress of your fingers. But when her eyes flutter open and she sees your concerned expression, and then feels something wet on her cheeks, she raises a hand to her face, and realization slowly dawns on her. Tears are flowing freely down her cheeks, her body shaking with suppressed sobs as she looks at you, her eyes filled with sorrow and longing.
She tries to say something, to explain why she's crying, but the words catch in her throat, and all that comes out is a choked, strangled sound. She looks at you, her eyes pleading, her body trembling as she tries to hold back her tears. It's clear that she wants to speak, but she's struggling with the flood of emotions that are coursing through her, overwhelming her senses and making it difficult for her to speak.
As you hold her tight, Hanna clings to you like a lifeline, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. She buries her face in your neck, her tears soaking your shirt, her body pressing against yours as she seeks out the comfort and security she so desperately needs.
At first, her words are incoherent, choked and muffled by the sobs that are wracking her body. But after a few moments, she manages to get ahold of herself enough to speak, her voice small and shaky.
"I-I'm sorry... I-I d-don't know... w-why I'm c-crying..."
"No need to apologize Hanna, just take it easy and lead it all out"
Hanna nods shakily, her body still trembling with suppressed sobs. She takes a few deep, shaky breaths, trying to get her emotions under control, but the tears keep flowing, the flood of emotions she's feeling too overwhelming for her to handle. She buries her face in your chest, her body pressed tightly against yours, as she allows herself to just cry, to let out all the pain and sorrow that has been bubbling up inside her.
As the tears continue to fall, Hanna clings to you like a life preserver, her body shuddering with each sob that escapes her lips. Her grip on you is tight, her nails digging into your skin as if trying to anchor herself to the present moment, as if trying to ground herself in your presence. Her mind is a chaotic mess of emotions, but the feeling of your body pressed against hers, your arms holding her tight, is a steadfast and unchanging presence, something she can cling to amidst the storm of her feelings.
She doesn't know how long she cries, or how many tears she sheds, but eventually her sobs start to slow, her body gradually calming down as the intensity of her emotions begins to subside. She still clings to you, her body still shaking slightly, but her mind is a little clearer now, the maelstrom of her feelings slowly fading into something more manageable.
"Can I ask why did you cry?" You pat her as you said
Hanna lets out a shaky sigh as you ask her why she cried. She takes a moment to compose herself, gathering her thoughts and bracing herself for the difficult conversation that's about to follow.
"I... I don't know... I just felt so overwhelmed... with everything... The way you touch me... The way you look at me... The way you care for me... It's all so much, and I just..."
She trails off, her voice catching in her throat as she tries to put her feelings into words.
She takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady herself before continuing.
"I... I want you so badly... I want to be with you, to be close to you, to feel your touch and your presence... But at the same time, I'm afraid... afraid that I'm not good enough, that I'm not worthy of your care and affection."
Tears start to form in her eyes again, her voice starting to shake.
Hanna closes her eyes as you gently wipe away her tears with your thumbs, the gesture sending a shiver down her spine. The touch of your fingers on her face is gentle and soothing, the warmth of your hands a stark contrast against the cold wetness of her tears. She lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing ever so slightly as she savors the simple act of you caring for her.
Hanna blushes as she realizes that she's drooling slightly, her mouth slightly open and a small trail of saliva trickling out of the corner of her lips. It's a slightly embarrassing revelation, but at the same time, she can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort and contentment at the realization that you're being so attentive and caring towards her.
She quickly closes her mouth, swallowing the excess saliva, her face turning a brighter shade of red as she looks away, embarrassed and flustered by her own body's reaction to your touch. But at the same time, there's a small part of her that secretly enjoys the feeling of being cared for and attended to so intimately by you, the small gesture of wiping away her drool sending a thrill of pleasure down her spine.
Hanna's eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly kiss her, her body jerking slightly as your lips meet hers. It's a simple, chaste kiss, but it sends a wave of heat and desire coursing through her body, a shiver running down her spine as she melts under the soft pressure of your mouth. She lets out a small, involuntary whimper, her body arching slightly towards you, aching for more of your touch and care.
She eagerly responds to the kiss, her lips parting slightly as she presses against you, her tongue darting out to gently trace the contour of your mouth. She can feel her heart hammering in her chest, her mind spinning with a whirlwind of sensations and emotions as she kisses you, desperate for more of your attention and affection. It's as if all her fears and insecurities have faded away, replaced by a primal, burning need for you and your touch.
As the kiss deepens, Hanna's body continues to arch towards you, her arms wrapping around your neck as she presses herself closer to you. Her body is aching for your touch, her skin craving the feeling of your hands on her, her mind consumed by a single, all-consuming thought: that she wants you, needs you, more than anything else in the world.