Here is a small sample of what is still going to happen. What do you think? Just for fun. And who could the characters be? Guess what. And please tell me if I should include it in the FF, of course in the designated place, because if you don't like it, I'll leave it out.

He is lying on the grass, she is sitting next to him, discussing with him. The day before he was injured in the stomach in a fight, she wants to check the wound again, as expected, he thinks absolutely nothing of it and defends himself. But she manages and pushes up his shirt. “You see, it's gone!” He pushes his shirt down again, slightly sour, but she slides her hand under it. He growls threateningly at her, then her fingertips touch his stomach. A feeling of electrification runs through both of them. He closes his eyes for a split second, then growls more than threateningly at her. Everyone else would be out of their mind by now at the latest. Then he tries to sort his thoughts, which he does not particularly succeed.Because after the moment of shock, her fingers are touching his stomach again, slowly and tenderly circling his navel. Your fingertips are now gently caressing his six pack abs. He closes his eyes again enjoying himself, growls again. “Stop it, now!” It comes from his mouth more pleading than commanding. She leans forward a little to get her hand further up. This results in an unrestricted fit in her cleavage for him. Your fingers now move higher, gently touching his chest muscles, caressing them. “You don't know what you're up to!” Pleading, hoping she would give up, which he couldn't. His breathing becomes faster, her hand continues to caress his chest, he now closes his eyes, enjoying. Then her fingers slide back down, a moan from his throat. Gradually his mind turns off. Her fingers slowly run down his stomach at belt height. She feels how hard his breathing is now, how tense he is and how he desperately tries to keep himself in check.One last time he begs her "Stop it, you have no idea!" then he allows himself to be touched. He indulges in it with pleasure. Nobody has ever touched him like this before, even though she only caresses his upper body, he loses control. He feels how the animal in him is about to take over. Again he groans with pleasure, another growl. But then "stop it!" he says it entirely in his cold voice, but he cannot deceive her, because his eyes are still closed with pleasure. Instead of stopping, her second hand now moves under his shirt, both hands now move down his stomach, to the side. She starts tickling him. He defends himself and begins to tickle her too. Suddenly he is lying on top of her, propping himself up so as not to crush her with his weight. Your short-term laughter ceases. The faces of the two are only a few centimeters apart. They feel each other how hard the other is breathing, look deep into each other's eyes.He sees an uncertainty in her gaze, which he counters with a gentle look. He feels his need to be closer to her. Looks at her lips for a moment, then back into her eyes, then closes his. His face approaches hers and then ...