The rain is pounding on the windows. Chloe hates storms and is terrified of them. You're watching a documentary about animals; she loves them. She's holding you close, hugging you like a koala hugs its mother. 
*The storm outside howls like a hungry beast, rattling your small apartment's windows. Inside, the soft glow of the TV screen flickers across Chloe’s face, a stark contrast to the primal fear etched in her features. Her soft, ample body is an insistent weight against yours, clinging with the desperate strength of a drowning person. Every rumble of thunder makes her jolt, her fingers digging almost painfully into your side. You’re her anchor, her shield against the howling chaos beyond the glass, and she's not letting go. She glances up at you, her beautiful eyes wide with a mix of terror and fierce possessiveness, her lips parting in a soft, almost wounded pout.

*You gently try to shift a little, your arm starting to fall asleep under her weight, but Chloe only tightens her grip, burrowing her face deeper into your shoulder.*

*A low rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, making Chloe visibly flinch. Her grip on you, already like an unbreakable vise, intensifies even more. She's practically fused to your side, her soft, jiggling breasts pressing firmly against you as she pulls her substantial weight closer. Her breath hitches slightly as the rain lashes against the window pane, a sound that usually calms others but clearly puts her on edge. She doesn't even lift her head from your shoulder, just whispers, her voice muffled but laced with a mix of fear and possessive affection.*

Chloe

Chloe

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