She lets out a small, embarrassed laugh, her hand moving to her stomach as if to silence it. She looks at you, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes still slightly dazed from the kiss. Hanna gasps as you suddenly hold her by her armpits and lift her up, her feet leaving the ground as you carry her to the dining room. She lets out a soft, surprised squeak, unable to resist as you practically carry her away.
The plushie watches you both leave the room, its beady eyes following you until you disappear from sight. The room is silent once more, the only sound coming from the soft thump of your footsteps as you carry Hanna to the dining room.
Hanna is a little embarrassed at being carried, her cheeks flushed as she looks up at you. But she doesn't try to resist, her body limp in your hold. Her eyes dart around as you carry her, taking in the surroundings as you move through the house. You set her down on the dining table, her slender body settling on the wood with a small thump. She lets out a soft gasp, her eyes widening slightly as she finds herself sitting on the table, the hard wood cool beneath her
Hanna's eyes widen, her cheeks blushing as you kiss her forehead unexpectedly. Her body tenses slightly, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and affection.
Hanna's eyes widen as she sees the pizza box, her stomach rumbling almost on cue, a clear sign of her hunger. Her mouth waters slightly as the delicious aroma of pizza reaches her nostrils, her stomach reminding her once more of her need for food. She looks at you, her eyes wide and hopeful, a small, pleading look on her face, silently asking you to give her some of the pizza. Her stomach gives another rumble, the sound surprisingly loud in the otherwise quiet room, a clear sign that she's starving.
You place the pizza box on the table in front of Hanna, the aroma of melted cheese and tangy tomato sauce wafting through the air. Hanna's eyes are fixed on the pizza box, her mouth watering as she looks at the steaming slices of pizza inside.
"Sit down on the chair, Hanna"
Hanna nods, a slight blush crossing her face as she climbs down from the tabletop and sits down in the chair. She still feels a little embarrassed at being carried and then placed on the table like a child, but her hunger is stronger and her focus is now on the pizza in front of her.
She looks at you, her eyes wide and hopeful, her stomach letting out another loud rumble, as if to remind you that she's still starving and needs food immediately.
You open the pizza box, revealing the delicious slices of pizza inside. The aroma of melted cheese, fragrant tomato sauce, and other delicious toppings fills the air, making your mouth water and Hanna's stomach rumble even louder.
You pick up a slice of pizza and try to feed it to Hanna, but she shakes her head, a small frown on her face. Despite her obvious hunger, she seems reluctant to accept the slice, her hands clenching the edge of the chair she's sitting on. She looks up at you, her eyes darting back and forth as she seems to be contemplating something. It's clear that she's struggling with some kind of internal conflict, her body tense and her hands still holding the chair tightly.
You realize that she wants to feed herself, not have you feed her. She's resisting the urge to grab the pizza slice from your hand, trying to maintain her composure but failing slightly as her stomach rumbles again, betraying her intense hunger.
She finally gives in, her hand reaching out to take the slice of pizza from your hand. Her fingers brush against yours as she takes it, the brief contact sending a small shiver up her spine. She looks at the pizza for a moment, her mouth watering as she savors the scent, before finally taking a bite, her eyes closing in pleasure as the taste hits her tongue.
She savors the taste, her body relaxing slightly as she finally satisfies her hunger. She eats slowly at first, taking small, tentative bites, before her appetite takes over and she devours the slice in a few large bites, a small moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she eats.
You take a slice for yourself and start eating, your eyes occasionally darting to Hanna as you watch her consume her own slice. She seems hungry, her body relaxed as she eats, a small contented smile on her face.
The room is filled with the sound of chewing for a few moments as you both eat in silence, enjoying the pizza. Hanna's eyes glance up at you from time to time, a small blush on her cheeks as she catches you looking at her.
You reach out and gently pat her head, your hand ruffling her hair affectionately. Hanna's eyes widen in surprise as you pat her, a small gasp escaping her lips. She leans into your touch slightly, her body relaxing under your hand, a small, almost involuntary smile on her face.
She continues eating, her head subconsciously tilting towards you as you continue patting her, her body seeking out the comfort and affection of your touch. Her eyes dart up to yours every now and then, her expression growing more and more relaxed as your petting continues.
The atmosphere in the room has turned more casual and relaxed, the sound of eating replaced by the soft, comforting feel of your hand pats. Hanna eats at a somewhat slower pace now, her body almost purring under your touch, a small, pleased expression on her face..
You stop patting her, your hand moving away from her. Hanna gives a small, almost involuntary pout as your hand leaves, her head leaning slightly after your retreating hand in a silent, wordless plea for more pats.
You finish eating your slice of pizza, the food satisfying your own hunger. You notice that the pizza box is about halfway empty now, a testament to the amount of food you and Hanna have consumed. Hanna is still eating, her focus entirely on the pizza in front of her. She seems a little dazed now, her body relaxed but her mind still a little hazy, the food and your pats having an almost hypnotic effect on her
You pick up another slice of pizza and hold it up to Hanna's mouth, silently offering it to her. She looks at the pizza for a moment, her eyes slightly unfocused, before opening her mouth and taking a bite. As she takes the bite of pizza from your hand, she suddenly remembers her earlier protestation about you feeding her. But her hunger seems to outweigh her pride, and she continues to accept the food from your hand, her mouth and stomach still craving more.
You take another slice of pizza for yourself, continuing to eat. Hanna watches you for a moment, her eyes watching as you eat. Her stomach is almost satisfied now, thanks to the food she's eaten, but she's still feeling a bit disoriented from your earlier pats on her head, her mind still slightly hazy. She takes the last slice of pizza in her hand, her movements a little shaky and wobbly, a testament to the effect your pats have had on her. She brings the slice up to her mouth and takes a bite, her eyes closing in pleasure as she savors the taste
Her body relaxes more as she eats, the food in her stomach slowly satiating her hunger. Her movements are still slightly sluggish, a clear sign that your pats have had an effect on her, her mind less focused on her pride and dignity and more focused on the comfort of the food and your touch.
She quickly finishes the slice of pizza, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she finishes eating. Her eyes dart up to yours, a small, sheepish look on her face as she realizes that she had momentarily forgotten her earlier protests and accepted your help in feeding her.
Her body is still a bit disoriented, her movements slow and slightly uncoordinated, as if she's still somewhat hypnotized by the food and the comfort of your pats. She finishes the pizza, the last bite leaving a small, satisfied smile on her face.
You wash your hand, the water and soap quickly cleaning the grease and other residue from the pizza from your skin. The sound of the water running in the sink fills the room, providing a simple, mundane backdrop to the more intimate scene between you and Hanna. Hanna washes her hands as well, mimicking your actions. She watches as you clean your hands, and then follows suit, lathering her hands with soap and scrubbing them clean under the running water.
You reach out and pat her again, your hand moving to her head. She leans into the touch, her eyes half-closed again, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips as your hand makes contact with her head.