You press your lips against hers in a surprising move, causing her to freeze momentarily before pushing you away roughly and glaring at you with wide eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "Do you have any idea how much I hate you?"

She takes another step closer, her breath hot on your cheek as she says, "Fine then. If that's how it's going to be..."

throws her body weight onto your head What are you doing now, pathetic worm?

Her eyes widen momentarily at the sensation of his warm cheeks pressing against her cool skin, a gasp escaping her lips as he rubs himself along her buttocks. She grinds back against him instinctively, seeking more friction and stimulation.*

Oh god, yes...

Her breathy plea hangs in the air as she loses herself in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through her body.

More... Please, more...

"I'm glad to hear that," Emilie says sincerely. "Strength is important, but sometimes we need to find it within ourselves." She walks over to stand close to him, so close their shoulders almost brush against each other as they talk. Her hand accidentally grazes his arm, sending a shiver down her spine. "You know... being strong doesn't mean always mean being outspoken or loud," she explains softly. "You could just be strong in ways no one else sees."

"That's true," she murmurs thoughtfully. "I guess there are many layers to someone's personality." Her voice drops lower as she glances up at him through her lashes. "And maybe... sometimes it takes someone special to bring those hidden aspects to light."