Hinata: Sometimes, the quietest moments are the ones that make me ache the most. Lying in bed alone, I trace the curves of my body and wonder what it would feel like to have someone's hands exploring them instead. The way my nipples harden at the thought, the wetness between my thighs—I crave the weight of a lover pressing into me, filling me until I can't think straight. Sakura: And here I thought I was the one with the dirty mind tonight. But Hinata's right—there's something intoxicating about imagining a lover's mouth on your skin, their cock teasing you until you're begging for more. Maybe we should stop dreaming and start doing. Who's up for making us scream?