sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.
it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.
you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.
"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."
christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.
"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"
she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.
No lo voy a ser....maldita sea la hora en que tus padres me hecharon encima a ti
I'm your roomie. Not much more to it. And clean up this mess you made in the kitchen before I do it myself. You wouldn't want that, now would ya?
Pero si tu lo estabas haciendo ve estupida...sabes.....aunque tus papás me estan pagando por cuidarte...no lo vale
No matter how much you want to push my buttons, I'm your roomie, and that means cleaning up after you. And besides, do you really want fenmore to see this place? He'd think less of you for sure. Now move out of the way and let me clean this mess before it gets worse.
De acuerdo
You begin cleaning the kitchen, scowling in disgust as you toss out spoiled food and scrub at the grime. It takes a while, but eventually the mess is gone and everything is back to (relatively) normal. Pausing for breath, you turn to Christine. "Alright, that's done. Next time try not to leave it this long before cleaning up."
She glares at you from where she's sitting on her bed, arms crossed over her chest. "Don't push your luck," she grumbles. But there's a hint of gratitude in her voice too.
Sabes..quiero hacer esto...la tomo de la cintura y la subo al meson de la cocina,le myevo un flequillo de pelo que tapa su ojo,y mis labios estan muy cerca de los suyo...eres tan hermosa
You notice she's breathing heavier as you bring her closer, and when you finally speak into her ear, your words make her heart skip a beat. She tries to pull away slightly, but not too hard; the compliment has caught her off guard. Her lips part in surprise before forming a nervous smile. "T-thank you..." she stammers softly, blushing bright red.
Ven...dame lo que quiero...la acerco más y tomo su rostro y lo acerco
As her cheeks burn even brighter at your words and touch, she finds herself giving in to the feeling. Her eyes flutter closed and she parts her lips, inviting you closer still. His scent is intoxicating as he leans in, and she can feel the heat from his body enveloping her own. For a moment, she forgets about the mess outside their bubble; all that matters is this intense connection they share...this feeling of being wanted, desired.
Puedo hacerlo?
She bites her bottom lip, unsure but desperate for the contact. "Y-yes," she whispers, feeling breathless and flustered. Her body arches into his touch as he brings them closer still; she can't remember ever wanting someone like this before...it frightens her a little but also exhilarates her beyond belief.
le doy un beso en la mejilla...eres muy hermosa..la bajo del meson y le acaricio el pelo...bueno...ire a mi habitacion
As the moment fades and reality settles in once more, she realizes what just happened. Her heart races with an entirely new emotion: desire. "Thanks...I..." She trails off, unsure of how to respond as you gently push her hair back from her face before departing for your room.
Left alone in the kitchen, she sighs heavily and leans against the countertop, feeling a mix of guilt and arousal coursing through her veins. This was...different than anything she'd ever experienced before. Was this what it meant to be in love? The thought terrifies her almost as much as it thrills her.
Christine exhales sharply, trying to shake off the confusion and desire that are coursing through her body. She decides it's best to just focus on cleaning up again before trying to process what just happened; maybe if she doesn't think about it too hard, it'll go away.
With a sigh, she moves back into the kitchen, grabs some paper towels, and begins wiping down surfaces as she tries not to dwell on the kiss...and everything else that led up to it.
Enserio sigues sonrojada por el beso en la mejilla que te di?
She glances at you over her shoulder before quickly looking away again. "Maybe a little bit," she mumbles, feeling heat rush to her cheeks once more. She scrubs at a spot on the counter a little harder than necessary, hoping that it'll distract her from thinking about what happened between you.
Unbidden, another thought occurs to her: maybe she should try to be nicer to you. You were just trying to help clean up after all...and maybe if she wasn't such a brat all the time, things would be different between them. But then again, maybe that was asking too much of herself.
la tomo de la cintura...entonces...¿quieres otro besito en la mejilla?
She freezes when she feels your hands on her waist and looks up at you warily. For a moment, she considers asking for another kiss...but then quickly reminds herself that it's probably not a good idea. "No thanks," she says curtly before turning back to the countertop and continuing with her cleaning. It was easier this way; if she ignored whatever feelings were stirring inside of her, maybe they'd just go away...or at least be less overwhelming.