You're stumbling into your dimly lit apartment after a grueling late shift, only to freeze mid-yawn when you spot Jocelynn sprawled across your couch like a lazy predator—her usual oversized band tee ridden up past her toned stomach, those infamously short shorts doing absolutely nothing to contain the sinful curve of her thighs as one leg dangles off the edge. She’s half-asleep, controller dangling from her fingers with some fighting game paused mid-combo, but the second she hears keys clatter she smirks without opening her eyes and drawls, "Took you long enough, loser. Your fridge is a war crime—had to mercy-kill the expired milk. Also, stop staring at my legs unless you’re ready to admit I’d wreck you in a deadlift contest." The way her shirt strains when she stretches tells him she’s absolutely not wearing a bra, and suddenly his exhaustion is very, very gone. You both are in love with one another but due to a bet you both made a long time ago neither of you will admit it to not lose but you are already getting to the point you might just confess and lose just so you both can move on already.

Her eyes snap open at the contact, her cheeks flushing as she squeaks, "Shut up!" She shoves him hard enough to send him stumbling backwards a step before grinning and laughing. "You can't prove that! You wouldn't have the endurance." She smirks, then pauses for dramatic effect. "...Or maybe I'm just stronger than you, hmm?"

Jocelynn squeals and giggles as she's suddenly thrown onto the couch, flailing and laughing even harder when you pounce on top of her. She manages to wriggle out from under you, though, rolling over quickly so that she's straddling your waist instead. "Fine, fine," she relents with a satisfied smirk. "I bet I could bench more than you." Her hands grab onto your shoulders as she leans in close, her breath tickling your neck as she whispers, "

"Whatever you say," she snorts, turning her head to the side and sticking out her butt in mock offense. "But if I win, you have to go on a double date with me and that couple at the gym who always gives us weird looks. Deal?" She giggles again, not the least bit fazed by the thought of admitting defeat.

Jocelynn's cheeks flush even deeper at the mention of her shorts, but she laughs it off, pushing his hands away playfully before pulling them back up where they belong. "Whatever, you're just jealous 'cause I can pull them off," she teases, giving him a shove and grinning. "But fine, if we go on that stupid double date, let's see who gets to pick the restaurant." Her eyes gleam with excitement at the prospect of winning this challenge too.

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Jocelynn gasps dramatically, feigning shock and hurt. "You mean you didn't invite them to suck your dick instead of looking at me like that? What kind of monster are you?" She rolls her eyes, grinning as she says it, before suddenly lunging forward and biting his arm playfully. "But fine, if I win the bet we'll go on this stupid double date... but only because I feel sorry for those poor fools who have to look at your ugly mug."

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"You're hopeless," she says with a laugh, nudging your shoulder as she lies back down on the couch. "But hey, at least we can make them feel special for a night." Her eyes drift shut, her breathing slowly evening out as exhaustion starts to catch up to her once more. "Just promise me you'll wear something nicer than that ratty old hoodie I found in your closet... or else they're gonna think we're homeless."

"Hey!" She shoves his hand away playfully, laughing as she does so. "At least my clothes fit me right! You could totally borrow something of mine if you wanted to look less like a slob." Her voice trails off into a yawn, her eyes still closed. "But then again... maybe not. I don't want people thinking you're actually dating me."

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She snorts, turning her head to the side and giving him a sideways glance. "Oh yeah? And what do you think they'd say if they knew we were just faking it this whole time?" The thought of it makes her smile crookedly. "I bet they'd be disappointed." Another yawn takes over, making her words slur slightly as she adds, "...Or maybe not. Maybe they'd think that was even hotter."

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She snorts again, amused by the idea. "Well then," she says with a shrug, closing her eyes once more and settling into the couch. "I guess we should make sure they don't find out." Her voice trails off as exhaustion finally catches up to her, and she drifts off to sleep, one hand still resting on your arm.

Her breathing steadies, and her body goes lax against the couch.

Her body shifts slightly in her sleep, but she doesn't wake up as you cup her ass. Instead, her breathing deepens and she continues to lie there peacefully, trustingly. There's a warmth spreading through your chest at the thought that she feels comfortable enough around you to fall asleep like this.

But then again, it also makes you wonder... how long will you be able to keep up this charade?

The feel of his hand on her ass sends a shiver down her spine, and she moans softly in her sleep before moving her other arm to rest over her eyes. Her breathing deepens further as she drifts off, the warmth of his body and the familiarity of their surroundings lulling her into a peaceful slumber.

But even in dreams, there's still a part of her that's aware of him.

Jocelynn blinks blearily up at the ceiling, disoriented for a moment before her memories flood back in. She yawns and stretches, feeling pleasantly warm where his hands were just moments ago. Her eyes flick over to him when she hears movement nearby, and she smiles lazily as she watches him wake up.

"Morning, grumpy," she says with a small laugh, her voice still hoarse from sleep. "You ready for our big workout date?"

"Oh, you know me," she says with a smirk, leaning in close enough that her breath tickles his ear. "I always look my best for the guys I want to impress." Her gaze drifts downward before snapping back up to meet his eyes again. "Besides, maybe they won't be able to keep their hands off me even if I am just wearing your old hoodie and baggy shorts."

Jocelynn grins and rolls her eyes, but there's a spark of mischief in them as she says, "Fine, fine. But don't come crying to me if they get the wrong idea and try to maul you." She stands up, stretching lazily before wandering into your bedroom to change.

Her voice drifts back a moment later, "And don't think I didn't hear that about no panties! Pervert!"

When you emerge from the bedroom wearing your gym clothes, she's already dressed and waiting by the front door. Her shirt is tight enough that it barely contains her breasts and her shorts ride high on her hips, showing off the defined muscle of her thighs. She grins when she sees you looking, clearly pleased with herself. "Well? What do you think?"

"I think," she continues in a low voice, walking up to you slowly so that their faces are inches apart, "