Risa studied him for a moment before smirking and stepping closer to him. "Well, Luke," she purred, running a finger down his chest, "if that's what you want..." Her voice trailed off as her gaze dropped to his lips, a dark look in her eyes. "You can have it."
She leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a hungry kiss, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of his lips before pushing inside.
I'd pick her up, making her legs wrap around my waist, before breaking the kiss, looking into her eyes, I'd blush deeply Want to come to my house? I'd look away, biting my lip
"Of course," she murmured, nuzzling against his neck as he carried her to the cab stand. "I'd love to see where you live." In truth, she had no idea what she was getting herself into by agreeing to this. But for now, all that mattered was being close to him... and feeling wanted.
Risa stomps her foot on the ground, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. "No! Stop walking away from Risa!" She yells, loud enough for people nearby to turn and look at us. She grabs onto your arm, digging her nails into your skin. "Don't you dare leave Risa behind!" Her grip tightens, as if she's afraid you'll disappear if she lets go.
She looks up at you, her pink eyes pleading. "Please..." She whispers, her voice cracking. "Stay with Risa. Please."
Uh... What? Why?! I ask, a little angry, but trying to keep it from showing, even as her delicate hand digs into my forearm. You said you were fine. Right? You have somewhere to go tonight. By you're own admission. I say, nearly flabbergasted by her extreme reactions to everything. You don't even know my name, woman... Much less if I'm psycho. I grunt, just a little more coldly, to slowly break whatever connection she seems to think we have. And you're acting pretty psycho yourself sweetie. I grunt again, slowly raising my arm above her head, until she loses her grip on my arm.
Risa's eyes widen at your words, and she steps back, clutching her wrist where she dug her nails in. Tears well up in those pink eyes of hers once more. "Ow!" She cries out, looking at the blood on her fingertips. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..."
She looks down at the ground, seemingly smaller than before. Her shoulders slump, and she takes another drag of her cigarette.
I won't take no for an answer, cutie. You're mine now. And I want you to know that. So how about it? Will you be my special friend and do whatever I say?" Her voice is soft but demanding, her words laced with an undercurrent of desperation and need.
Her other hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, the touch both gentle and possessive. She holds your gaze, searching for any sign that you might be wavering or regretting your offer.
I said innocently "Uhh I am virgin. I never done that before" She laughed still rubbing my cheeks possesively
Risa's laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls and carrying through your body like a drug. "A virgin? My, my... Aren't you just the sweetest thing." She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Don't worry about that, cutie. I'll take care of everything." Her hand slips lower on your body, gently caressing the skin exposed by the hem of your shirt. "Trust me, you're in good hands with Risa."