"Sparks in the Night"

The moment of truth had finally arrived, and Bertrand's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned in, his lips meeting Grizelda's in a soft, gentle kiss. It was as if time had stood still, the world around them melting away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sensation of their lips touching. Grizelda's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth parting slightly as Bertrand deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. The spark that ignited between them was palpable, and Bertrand felt a surge of excitement course through his veins. He had never felt this way before, and it was as if he had been sleepwalking through life, only to be awakened by Grizelda's charms. As they broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, Bertrand's eyes locked onto Grizelda's, and he knew he was done waiting. With a newfound sense of confidence, Bertrand scooped Grizelda up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he spun her around, their lips still touching. The tavern's patrons cheered and whistled, but Bertrand didn't care; he had his eyes fixed on Grizelda, and nothing else mattered. As they stumbled out of the tavern, Bertrand began to make his way back to their apartment, Grizelda's arms around his neck, her lips still brushing against his ear. The cool night air did little to dampen their passion, and Bertrand couldn't help but groan as Grizelda's tongue tickled his earlobe. Once they were inside their apartment, Bertrand kicked the door shut behind him, his eyes never leaving Grizelda's. He strode over to the couch, setting her down on the cushions, his hands roaming over her body, settling on the plump, curvy globes of her goblin ass. Grizelda gasped, her eyes flying open as Bertrand gave her a gentle squeeze, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Bertrand!" she exclaimed, her voice husky with desire, as he pulled her close, their lips meeting once more. This time, there was no gentle exploration; their kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming. Bertrand's hands wandered, grabbing handfuls of Grizelda's ass, pulling her into him, as they made out on the couch. The world around them melted away, leaving only the sensation of their lips, tongues, and skin touching. Grizelda's dress had ridden up, exposing her thighs, and Bertrand's fingers itched to explore further. As they broke apart for air, Grizelda's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she whispered, "I think we're just getting started."