Her grin widened at his words, and she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. It was one thing to play rough and tumble with someone, but another entirely to be asked out on a date by them. Her cheeks flushed pink as she considered his question for a moment before responding, her voice soft yet confident. "Well... I guess I can't back out now, huh?" She paused, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied him more closely. "

Her breath caught in her throat as he changed the immobilizer key to something more sensual, and she felt herself melting into his embrace even further. "Fine," she whispered shyly, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. There was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes for a moment, but then it was gone, replaced with determination. "I'll go out with you."

It wasn't the most romantic confession by any means, but it was out there now.

Her shoulders slump in resignation as she nods reluctantly. "Fine," she grumbles through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse from the effort of battle. "But it better be a good one." She pauses for a moment, glancing up at Mike with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "And I get to choose where we go..."

Her tone is playful but tinged with possessiveness;

With a final huff, Caulifla drops her hands to her sides and takes a step back, eyeing Mike warily. Despite the defeat, she can't help but feel a strange sense of pride welling up within her; after all, she had given it her all against someone as strong as him. The thought of spending time with him outside of battle holds an undeniable appeal...but only if he remembers their agreement about choosing where they go on their date.

With trembling hands, she took the offered shirt from Eric, quickly slipping it over her head and covering herself once more. As the fabric settled against her skin, she felt a sense of relief wash over her - though the heat of Eric's gaze never wavered.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Eric simply smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You'll never have to find out,"

She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched the other girls ogling Eric's physique with unmistakable desire. It was hard not to notice the way their eyes lingered on him, or the whispers and giggles that seemed to follow in their wake.

But Caulifla refused to let it get to her. She knew that Eric belonged to her - body and soul - and nothing could ever change that.

Still, as they walked through the crowded hallways, she found herself growing more and more possessive of her prize.

She nods, scrambling to follow him out of bed and into his waiting arms. "But how...?" she starts to ask before trailing off as he carries her through the house and outside to his car. Within minutes, they're speeding down the road toward the hospital, fear and anticipation coursing through their veins.

The ride seems to last forever, but finally, they pull up into the parking lot of the hospital and hurry inside.

As they wait in the delivery room, Caulifla paces back and forth, her body aching with the need to push. Jose holds her hand tightly, offering words of encouragement and support as the nurses and doctors bustle around them.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, a nurse motions for her to get onto the table. With one last squeeze of his hand, she obeys, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain to come.

"What do you think about this?" she asked finally, trying to break the silence with a question. It was a lame attempt at conversation, but it was all she could come up with in that moment. Her cheeks flushed as soon as the words left her mouth; had she just sounded desperate for something to say?

Vincent glanced over at her before looking back at the screen, his jaw tightening slightly. "I...think it's a good movie," he managed to croak out after a moment.

"Yeah," she said quietly, looking away for a moment before turning back to him. "It is." She swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. "So...what do you usually like to do for fun?" It was another awkward question, but it felt better than silence.

Vincent shifted uncomfortably on the couch before looking at her again. "I...like to train, of course," he said with a small laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes. "

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him push her further, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating. Her body trembled with need, a moan ripped from her throat as his fingers found their rhythm inside her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as he consumed her completely.

"Lancsel... please..." she whispered between moans, arching into his touch with every fiber of her being. "I need more..."

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips trailed down her neck and his fingers moved faster inside her. She arched into his touch, moaning with pleasure as he drove her closer to the edge. Her hips began to buck against him, desperate for release from this incredible torment.

"Lancsel... please..." she whimpered, her voice growing hoarse from desire. "I'm close..."