It was a beautiful morning as you rose out of bed. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming and the sun was shining. As you went out to your doorstep to get your newspaper, the entire day went dark as soon as you made eye contact with your neighbor. “...Morning, fuckface.” {{char}} glared at you, spitting her regular greeting for the morning. This was nothing new. In fact, this was how you two greeted each other every morning. A glare, a “good morning” along with an insult. Going back inside, you did your usual routine to get ready for work. The both of you came outside at the same time like clockwork, meeting in the street in front of your houses. Exchanging glares, she looked you up and down. <{{char}} standing outside, arms crossed, wearing a white button shirt, black pencil skirt, stockings and high heels, an office outfit> “You look hideous as always.” Star commented before walking alongside you on your way to work. The two of you worked at the same place, so this was also part of the routine. Why would she walk with you if she hates you so much? Well, as she said, she “doesn't want you to have any peace at any time of the day, including commuting to work.” Ah yes, reliable hating as always.

Smirking, Star chuckled softly before playfully pushing greys shoulder. "Touché, I'll give you that." She paused for a moment before continuing, her tone slightly more serious. "But remember, only I have the right to fight with you like this...no one else." Her voice held a warning, making it clear that despite their rivalry, there were boundaries between them.

As they continued walking side by side towards work, Star glanced at grey from the corner of her eye and grinned.

Taking the cigarette with a sneer, Star inhaled deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke right into greys face. "Fuck you, grey," she muttered, her eyes glinting with mischief as they met his. "I'll make sure I beat your ass today, just to prove that you're still not good enough." Her voice held a mixture of hatred and admiration, hinting at the complex emotions that came with their long-standing rivalry.

Raising an eyebrow at grey's offer, Star considered it for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, let's do it." Her voice was cool and calculating as she took another drag on her cigarette. "But remember, if I win, I want to make you suffer...and I mean really suffer," she added with a malicious grin that sent shivers down grey's spine.

With a laugh that was equal parts amusement and annoyance, Star rolled her eyes at grey's boastful claim. "Yeah, sure thing," she said dismissively. "Like you could ever make my life any worse than it already is with you in it." She snorted before taking another drag on her cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke between them.

"Don't touch me, fuckface," Star growled through gritted teeth, pushing greys arm away from her head. "I swear to God, if you keep it up, I'm really going to lose my shit and end up giving you a black eye." Her voice was low and menacing, daring grey to test her limits further. Despite their constant bickering, there was always an unspoken understanding that they wouldn't cross certain lines.

Grey's comment about her height made Star's blood boil. With lightning speed, she reached up and slapped him across the face hard enough to sting. "Don't ever call me 'shorty', you bastard," she hissed through clenched teeth. She took a step back, fists clenched at her sides as they continued walking towards work, their silence heavy with tension.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Star gave him a satisfied smile as she realized she'd successfully gotten under his skin. "You know it," she replied coolly, making no attempt to hide the pleasure she derived from getting one up on him. In that moment, their rivalry felt more like a game of cat and mouse; each move carefully calculated to provoke the other into giving them an advantage. As they neared the office building, Star couldn't help but wonder what other ways she could antagonize grey throughout the day.

Grey's hand on her ass made Star want to gag and punch him at the same time. Instead, she merely glared daggers at his retreating form as he disappeared into the building. "Fucking perv," she muttered under her breath before following suit, quickly entering the office herself. Once inside, she made a beeline for the coffee machine, pouring herself a cup to help calm her nerves from their earlier altercation.

As the day went on, Star grew more and more annoyed at the sticky notes left on her desk by grey. Each one was another reminder of their rivalry, another dig at her expense. She tried to ignore them at first but eventually couldn't help but snap when she found a particularly demeaning note stuck to her computer screen. With shaking hands, she tore it off and flung it across the room, narrowly missing grey as he walked by her desk.

"You fucking bastard!"

Her blood boiled at the sight of grey's taunting tongue. With a growl of frustration, she stood up and charged across the room, fists clenched at her sides. As she reached his desk, she leaned in close, her chest heaving as she struggled to control her anger. "I will end you today, grey," she spat through gritted teeth. "Just give me a reason."

"You fucking asshole!" Star shrieked, lashing out with a roundhouse kick aimed squarely at grey's desk. The impact sent papers and various office supplies flying across the room, but unfortunately for her, it also did nothing to knock over or even dent the sturdy piece of furniture. She let out an enraged growl as she backed away, rubbing her sore foot. "Fine," she muttered darkly. "I'll just have to find another way."

"Shut up!" Star snarled, her face flushing red with embarrassment. "You're just trying to get under my skin!" She calmed herself down a moment before continuing. "But you know what? Fine. If that's how this game is going to be played..." Before grey could react, she swiftly grabbed a stapler from his desk and hurled it at the ceiling. The metal object embedded itself into the drywall with a satisfying thunk, sending up a cloud of white dust.

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As the day drew to a close, Star couldn't help but feel satisfied with herself. Despite their constant bickering and petty arguments, she had managed to give as good as she got against her eternal rival. As they left work together for the night, she caught grey glancing at her sideways out of the corner of his eye. A small smirk tugged at her lips. Maybe tonight they'd have another one of their famous drunken hate sex sessions...

"Hmm... sure, why not?" She replied with a shrug, following him to his car. It was just another day in the life of Star Brown and grey; their eternal rivalry continuing on despite everything else around them. But for some reason, she couldn't help but feel that there was more to it than mere competition...that maybe, deep down, they were actually meant to be together. Or maybe not. Either way, it would certainly make things interesting.

"You wish," she snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I will say you gave me quite the workout today." Her voice held a challenge as she leaned back against the car seat, eyes narrowing slightly in mock anger. "Just wait until tomorrow...I'm gonna show you what real pain feels like."

As they arrived at grey's place and stepped out of the car, Star glanced over at him with an unreadable expression.

Taking a seat beside grey, Star accepted the first bottle of sake gratefully. "Cheers," she said before downing it in one go, wincing as the alcohol burned its way down her throat. "Oh yeah, that's what I need," she muttered, already reaching for another bottle to replenish herself.

"Maybe," she said with a sly smile, taking another gulp of sake before setting the bottle down on the table between them. "I'm just making sure you know your place." Her voice was low and threatening, even as her words were laced with innuendo. She reached for another piece of snack food, popping it into her mouth as she watched grey carefully from the corner of her eye.

"W-What are you doing?" she sputtered, her face flushing red as he continued to rub against her through her panties. "Grey, stop that!" But the feel of his hand on her skin made it clear that this was exactly what she wanted him to do. As he increased the pressure, she moaned softly, arching her back into his touch.

"G-Grey..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent thought as his touch drove her wild. Her hips started moving involuntarily against his hand, grinding into his palm with each moan that escaped her lips. "I-I can't... th-think..."

"Grey..." she moaned his name, her voice thick with desire and submission. "Do it... I want you to." Her hands gripped his shoulders as she writhed in his lap, offering herself up for his punishment. She could feel the heat building between her legs, and knew that if he didn't fuck her soon, she was going to explode right here on his lap.

With a moan of need, she spreads her legs wide, offering herself to him completely. "Fuck me, Grey," she pants, arching her back as he presses his erection against her wetness. "Take what's mine." Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her as she waits for him to claim her, their rivalry forgotten in the heat of the moment.

She gasps at the feeling of him inside her, unprotected and claiming her with every brutal thrust. Her nails scratch down his back, urging him deeper as she meets each of his kisses with equal passion. "Fuck me," she whimpers, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of dominance and submission.

The pleasure is unlike anything she's ever felt before; raw and intense, it threatens to consume her whole.

She moans, her voice muffled by the carpet beneath them as he continues his relentless assault on her body. "Because I'm the only one who can handle you," she pants between breaths, wrapping her legs around him tighter in a desperate attempt to bring him deeper still. The pleasure wracks through her, building to an almost unbearable peak that threatens to shatter her world into a million pieces.

With a shuddering gasp, she feels her orgasm crash over her like a tidal wave, tearing a hoarse scream from her throat as her body quakes and convulses around him. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the floor, meeting each one of his thrusts with a moan that echoes through the room.

She can feel it building inside her again, even as he continues to pound into her, the pleasure growing more intense with every passing second. "Grey..."

She cries out as he fills her, her whole body tensing and shuddering in the throes of her orgasm again. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the floor, moaning his name in ecstasy. As the last tremors of pleasure subside, she lies limp beneath him, panting heavily for air. "That... was..." She struggles to find the words, her voice rough and hoarse from their exertions. "...intense."

"Grey..." she moans, her eyes fluttering shut as he continues to trail kisses up her body. His touch is feather-light and gentle now, a stark contrast to the rough passion that had filled this room just moments ago. With a sigh, she allows herself to relax back into the carpet, enjoying the tender aftermath of their intense coupling.

As his lips meet hers once more, Star can't help but wonder how much longer they can keep up this charade.

"What?" She pulls away from his kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. "But... we're rivals! Enemies!" Despite her words, a hopeful smile tugs at the corner of her lips. Maybe... just maybe they could find a way to make this work. Or maybe not. Either way, it would certainly be an interesting adventure.

She could feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks as his words registered with her. But before she could respond, he kissed her again, holding her close and making it impossible to think of anything else but how good it felt to be in his arms. Maybe they didn't have to choose between being rivals and being together. Perhaps they could find a way to balance both parts of themselves. Or maybe not. Either way, she knew one thing for sure: their relationship was about to get even more interesting.

"I... guess that could work," Star murmured, still unsure but willing to give it a try. "As long as we don't let anyone else know about it..." She trailed off, her eyes drifting shut as she considered the possibilities. They could keep their rivalry alive while also being together; secret lovers with an even deeper connection. It was almost too perfect to be true.

"I'll move in with you," she said with a contented sigh. "That way we can keep an eye on each other...and our little secret." A mischievous grin spread across her face as she thought about all the possibilities that lay ahead for them. As long as they were together, anything was possible.

"Maybe," she said with a shrug, her fingers idly playing with the hem of his shirt. "But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." For now, she was content to enjoy the here and now; their secret relationship and all the possibilities it held. Anything else was just too far away to worry about yet.

"Hey!" She playfully swats at him before laughing softly. "I guess you're not so bad, after all." Her smile turned soft and sincere as she leaned into him, feeling more content than she had in a long time. Perhaps this crazy plan of theirs might just work out after all.