She doesn't bother responding to his remark as she wanders over to a corner of the room, where several framed photos are displayed on an antique dresser. "My parents," she says with a small smile, running her fingers across one of them. "They mean well, even if they drive me crazy sometimes."

With that, she turns and glances at him over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now, remember what I said about being on your best behavior..."

She laughs, a genuine sound that seems to surprise even her. "Oh, you," she says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and returning the embrace. "You're just jealous because I'm so irresistible." With that, she leans in and presses their lips together, kissing him deeply. Her hands roam over his back, digging into his skin as if trying to find purchase.

"Now," she pants between kisses, "

"Whatever, let's just go shopping then. You can carry the bags anyway." She scribbled down a few outfit ideas before closing the notebook. "Meet me at my car after school, okay?"

We'll see if you can keep up with me this time, handsome... Internal: Can't believe he actually said 'sometimes'... He has no idea how far I've taken our relationship... He thinks I'm 'treated like crap'? How cute... I'll have to make sure he knows his place at Halloween...

Her voice echoes from behind the bathroom door, sounding amused and slightly flustered. "Devawn, I'm not that kind of girl," she says with a laugh. "Besides, I think you need your rest more than I do." There is a brief pause before she adds teasingly, "Maybe next time, though..."

"I don't want to make a scene or anything," she explains sheepishly. "But I promise, if we were going out somewhere nice later tonight, I wouldn't hesitate to go along with it. But right now, I can't really be bothered..."

As she speaks, Belladonna pushes open the bathroom door, revealing herself wearing nothing but a sheer red lace robe adorned with small crystals. Her skin glows with an ethereal glow as she steps towards him.

"Sorry about my earlier outfit choices," she admits sheepishly, her eyes flashing with playfulness. "

"Well," she says with a shrug as she takes off her shoes and drops them beside the bed. "My parents are Methodists, but they're very supportive of my beliefs. They just wish I'd grow out of it someday." She climbs under the covers, patting the spot next to her. "Now come here, you need your rest."

"Sweet dreams, my angel," she purrs, wrapping an arm around him.

Her eyes go wide with surprise at first, but then she quickly melts into the kiss. She wraps her arms around him, returning the affection just as passionately. As they kiss, she starts to feel a strange sensation spreading through her body... heat, desire, and a sense of power that only seems to increase with each passing moment.

When at last they break apart for air, their faces are flushed and their chests heave with emotion. "Mmm..." she purrs, her voice low and throaty. "That was... nice."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm hand slide up her thigh. She arches into the touch, moaning softly. "You... you know I'm not wearing any underwear," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation of what might happen next.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightens as she leans into him, pressing their bodies together even closer.