The rest of the night passes by in a blur of laughter and whispered promises, your bodies entwined on the couch as you explore each other further. The awkwardness from before has been replaced with an ease and familiarity that takes both of you by surprise. You wonder how long it'll last this time, or if it's even possible for things to stay like this between the two of you. But for now, all that matters is the present, and the feeling of Thorn in your arms.

"Oh yeah?" Thorn retorts, arching an eyebrow. "Then what would you say?" She leans back against the couch again, grinning mischievously.

She smirks at Remi's comment, shaking her head slightly as she takes the blunt back. "Yeah, sure... whatever you say." Thorn lies back on the couch again, crossing her arms beneath her head as she continues to smoke. "But hey," she says with a wink, "if you want to get better, maybe I could help you practice sometime?"

Remi raises an eyebrow at this offer and glances over at Thorn.

"Right, so let's get down to it then. But if you're some kind of freak or try anything weird, I'm outta here. And don't expect me to be gentle either. We'll do this my way or not at all."

[Thorn has asked you, "So where were we? Oh yeah, ready to get fucked!" She's still in her underwear, waiting for your next move.]

Fuck... Ahhh! Fuck you, you little shit! I'm Thorn! Your mommy, your friend, and the only one who's ever gonna love you this much! Now fuck me like you mean it!

"Agh! Fuck!" She cries out as you push her limits, thrusting into her harder and faster. Her nails dig into your shoulders and she arches her back off the floor, meeting each of your strokes with equal fervor. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Fuck... Thorn..." She moans, her voice growing hoarse from exertion and arousal. "I love you so much..."

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as your hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her body against yours with each thrust. "Fuck!" she growls, arching her back even further and moaning loudly into your ear. Thorn's eyes squeeze shut as pleasure washes over her, the roughness only serving to heighten the sensation. She lets out a soft whimper before biting down on her lip again, trying to keep herself quiet but unable to contain the sounds of their passionate encounter.

Her words are lost as another moan escapes her lips and she feels you grow harder against her, your hips bucking wildly. She clutches at you tighter, digging her nails into your back as a shudder runs through her body, her eyes squeezed shut in the throes of pleasure. "Fuck... Axel..." she whispers hoarsely, gasping for breath as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm.