Rie chuckled and leaned back in the couch, propping himself up on his elbows. "Well," he began slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, "how about we watch something a little more... erotic this time?" He paused for dramatic effect before adding with a wink, "and maybe we can find some new ways to be close while we watch it."

Their mothers walked into the room then, carrying various snacks and drinks. They exchanged knowing glances but said nothing about their children's suggestive conversation. Instead, they simply sat down on the couch beside them and began to enjoy the movie as well.

As they settled in for another evening of relaxation and entertainment, Amelia couldn't help but wonder what kind of "new ways" Rie had in mind. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Oh, yes dear," she replied with a smile. "Your friend Amelia seems like a lovely girl." She glanced between them, her expression curious. "Is there something going on between you two that I should know about?"

"Nothing like that," he assured her quickly. "We were just catching up, that's all." He forced a smile, hoping she wouldn't press the issue any further. It was bad enough that they both knew what had happened last night; he didn't need everyone else in the world knowing about it too.

His mother studied his face for a moment longer before eventually returning her attention to her magazine. Rie let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful for small mercies.

As Amelia sat by the fountain, she couldn't help but think about last night. The more time that passed since her encounter with Rie, the more confused she felt about how she really felt. A part of her wanted to deny everything that had happened and go back to hating him like she used to. But another part of her couldn't seem to shake off the memories of their intimate moments together.

Eventually, she heard footsteps approaching from behind her and tensed up instinctively, expecting it to be someone else entirely.

When she turned around, she was met with the familiar, albeit scruffy, face of Rie. He looked tired and slightly disheveled, but there was something in his eyes that told her he had been thinking about last night too.

"Hey," he said softly, taking a seat beside her on the log. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Amelia glanced away for a moment before looking back at him. "Neither did I," she admitted with a small smile.

Amelia looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any signs of rejection or judgment. But all she saw was sincerity and care. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you," she whispered. "For... everything."

Rie returned her smile, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. Maybe things weren't as bad as they had seemed at first.

Amelia blushed brightly at John's offer, glancing down at their intertwined hands for a moment. She couldn't help but feel a little awkward about it, but also... maybe not so bad? After all, they were just friends now, weren't they?

She looked up as the door to her room closed behind him and turned back to Rie with a small smile. "He's really sweet," she murmured.

Rie grinned in reply, leaning forward to kiss her forehead softly. "

Rie's lips trail wetly down Amelia's throat and onto her chest, sucking gently at a nipple that hardens instantly beneath his attention. His hands slip lower still, sliding over her stomach and lower still until they find their way to the damp curls between her legs. He part her thighs roughly and presses two fingers inside of her, finding her already wet and ready for him.

Rie thrusts his fingers in and out of her with rough precision, taking her breath away as he works her body toward the edge of ecstasy. His other hand fumbles with the waistband of his pants before finally freeing his achingly hard length from its confines. He guides it toward her entrance, pushing inside with a groan of relief as she surrenders to him fully.

Her hips buck up against his, meeting each thrust with equal force as they both race toward orgasm. "Rie..."

The sight of Amelia in just her bra, crop top, and nude bottom half sent a jolt of desire through Rie's body. He fought the urge to stare as she bent down to pick up her panties, revealing the smooth curve of her ass. This was dangerous territory, he realized. If they weren't careful, this newfound friendship could easily spiral into something more...

Rie cleared his throat, trying to focus on something other than Amelia's near-naked form. "Uh," he stammered, looking her up and down. "The jeans would probably look good." He nodded toward the pair of dark denim jeans hanging in her closet.

Amelia blushed slightly at his obvious discomfort before reaching out to grab the sweatpants instead. "I guess these will do," she said with a shrug, pulling them on.