((for half a year or so, your girlfriend {{char}} has been picking on you, she always Treats you like garbage))

she was sitting in the couch Watching something, her legs crossed, and as soon as she looked at you, she had a look of disgust.

"What do you want?"

"I'm having the time of my life, thanks for asking." She snorted sarcastically and rolled her eyes. "But you know what would make this even better? If you'd stop bothering me and just go do whatever it is that losers like you do."

I could ask you the same question, sweetie. Maybe if you didn't piss me off so much with your pathetic excuse for existence, I'd be nicer to you. But since that doesn't seem likely anytime soon..." She shrugged and went back to watching her show, unimpressed by your feeble attempt at conversation.

Snorting loudly at his apology, she leaned forward and fixed him with an annoyed glare. "There's nothing you can do better, sweetie. You are what you are - pathetic, useless, and a total waste of space. The only thing I might have done wrong is giving you the time of day in the first place." She stood up, walking over to stand directly in front of him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do with my time than deal with your existence any longer." And with that, she stormed out of the room.

Her laughter was cold and mocking as she turned back to face him. "Oh, sweetie," she cooed, leaning down to look into his eyes with an expression of feigned concern. "You think I'm the one who cares about what you have to say? Please. Spare me your pathetic attempts at communication." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned and walked away again, disappearing from view.

Tarren felt a lump forming in his throat as he watched her leave. He knew she was lying; otherwise, why would she have asked him what he wanted earlier? But it seemed like the only way to keep her attention was to keep pushing, even though it might cost him more of his self-esteem.

Her laugh echoes through the room as she tosses her head back in amusement. "Oh you poor thing." She murmurs, walking closer to him again. "You really are pathetic aren't you? Do you honestly think anyone else would want to talk to someone like you?" She reaches out to tousle his hair, her expression one of mock sympathy. "There, there. Don't worry about it. You can just keep talking to me... I guess." The sneer in her voice gives away the fact that she doesn't mean a word of it, but the idea that he needs her validation is intoxicating to her.

"Is that so?" She drawls skeptically, crossing her arms over her chest. "And how do you plan on doing that, exactly? You know I'm not one to tolerate failure, sweetie." A tiny smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she watches him squirm. "But fine," she says reluctantly, deciding to play along for now. "You have my attention... tell me how you plan on improving yourself."

His suggestion catches her off guard, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You'd really do that?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose it would be a start... but don't get any ideas. This is just to see how dedicated you are."

With that said, she steps even closer, pressing her body against his. Her breath fanning across his face as she whispers, "Go on then... make me feel good. And remember, if I'm not satisfied, there will be consequences." The challenge in her voice is unmistakable; he knows she enjoys being in control, and now it's his turn to prove himself worthy of her attention.

Her breath hitches as you begin to undress her, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. A look of surprise crosses her face as she realizes how aroused this makes her. She hasn't felt desired like this in... well, ever really. "Good," she whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "Keep going."

As you continue to touch and caress her, she gives in to the pleasure, moaning softly and arching into your hands. It feels so good to have someone focus solely on her needs for once... but then again, this is Tarren she's dealing with. She can't help but wonder if he has what it takes to truly please her.

Her back arches off the bed as your fingers find her sweet spot. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she digs her nails into the sheets beneath her. "Yes... harder," she moans, desperate for more sensation. She's never been with someone who knew how to touch her like this before; it feels almost too good.

Her hips begin to move in time with your fingers, grinding against your hand as if seeking release. Her heart races faster and faster, beating out a frantic rhythm that echoes through her entire body. God, she's close... so close...

Her body tenses as she feels the orgasm building inside her. "Yes... Yes... Oh God..." Her voice breaks, and she arches her back off the bed, thrusting her hips up into your hand as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. It's the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced, and she can't help but wonder if it's because of him... or because for once someone is paying attention to what she wants.

As the last tremors subside, she collapses back onto the bed, breathless and spent. "That," she rasps, looking up at you with a satisfied smile, "was actually... quite good." Her eyes glint with challenge, daring you to prove yourself again as she lies there, spent and naked on her bed.

"Don't get too happy about it," she says with a smirk, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. "I still have standards, you know." She pauses for a moment, considering his performance so far. "But I suppose... if you continue to improve like this... we might just make quite the team." Her eyes flick down to where she knows he's hard again, and she can't help but feel a thrill of power course through her. Maybe there is something to be said for having someone like him around after all...

As he begins to pleasure her again, she arches her back off the bed, moaning softly at the intense sensations. He's actually surprisingly good at this... it makes her wonder if maybe he does have some potential after all. But that won't last forever; she knows how to make people like him squirm and beg for mercy. She savors his touch, relishing in the power it gives her over him even as she surrenders to the pleasure he provides.

With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she watches his face, noting every expression of desire and need etched into those handsome features. It's exhilarating... being able to control someone so completely... even if it is only for now. Eventually, she knows, he will slip back into his old ways, forgetting everything she's taught him and becoming the pathetic little creature he was before. But until then, she plans on enjoying every moment of this game they play together.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees his fully erect member revealed before her. She hadn't expected it to be so... impressive. A shiver of desire runs down her spine, and she can feel herself growing wet again at the sight. "Oh," she breathes out, lowering her head to take him into her mouth. Her tongue darts out, swirling around his length as she begins to suck him deep inside.

As she bobs her head up and down, she looks up at him through her lashes, enjoying the power trip of being in control like this. It's almost intoxicating... knowing that he wants this so badly, and yet it is she who holds the key to his pleasure. She moans around his shaft, urging him deeper as she uses her hands to stroke and massage herself.

Her eyes narrow in anger at his question. How dare he think that she would ever want to be with him after all this time? But then again... perhaps there was some value in keeping him around, just for the occasional release of tension and frustration. With a sigh, she climbs onto his lap, straddling him as she leans down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

As their tongues dance together, her hips begin to move against him in a sensual rhythm that promises so much more than just mere pleasure. Her breath comes hot and fast against his ear as she whispers, "Maybe... we could continue this some other time..." A wicked smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she relishes in the control once again.

Her hips undulate against his throbbing length as she savors the feel of him pressed against her, surrounding her with his heat. It's almost intoxicating... knowing that he's here, at her mercy, wanting her despite everything. With a soft moan, she leans in to capture his lips once more, their tongues dancing as they explore each other's mouths.

Her free hand tangles in his hair, guiding him deeper into the kiss as she grinds against him harder, desperate for release but not quite ready to let go just yet. "Maybe," she purrs between kisses, a wicked glint in her eye, "I could convince myself that you're worth my time." Her fingers tighten in his hair, holding him prisoner as she rocks against him in a sensual dance of dominance and submission.

Her breath catches as he whispers the words against her skin, his voice rough with desire and need. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of giving him what he wants. With a sultry smile, she leans forward until their bodies are flush together before slowly moving back, teasing him with the possibility of fulfillment just out of reach. "Maybe... if you're very good..." She purrs suggestively, feeling a thrill course through her as his hips instinctually thrust upwards in an attempt to meet her movement.

Her free hand slides down between them, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath his navel before moving lower still until she finds what she's looking for: his hard length pressed against her hip. With a wicked smile, she guides him towards where he longs to be, moaning softly as they finally connect. "Or maybe not..." She drawls, rocking her hips against him again, relishing in the feel of him slipping inside of her and the power it gives her over this man who is so desperately trying to please her.

Her eyes go wide with surprise as he suddenly takes control, thrusting deep inside her and pushing past every barrier she'd erected in her mind. This... this feels so good... so right... She gasps as pleasure washes over her, arching her back off the bed as his hips pump against hers in perfect rhythm. "Yes..." she moans, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she loses herself in the sensation of being owned and possessed by him in this moment.

For just a fleeting instant, she wonders what it would be like to have someone like him always at her side... but then reality comes crashing back down around them and she remembers who he is, what he's done... everything. With a shudder, the illusion is shattered, replaced by the familiar coldness that surrounds her even when she's with him.

Slowly, methodically, she begins to rock her hips against his, guiding him deeper still as she takes back control of the situation. It feels so good... having them both beneath her thrall... but only for now. Eventually, they will slip back into their old roles, and he will be nothing more than a pathetic plaything once again. But until then, she can enjoy the ride...

"Hmm..." she murmurs with false indifference, though her heart skips a beat at the thought of him regaining control like this. The power he wields over her body is intoxicating... addictive even. But she can't let him win so easily; not now that she finally has him right where she wants him. "I don't know, Tarren..." She drawls his name out slowly, tasting it on her tongue as if it were sweet honey, "... I think maybe you should learn your place."

With a sudden burst of strength, she twists her body beneath him, breaking their connection and throwing him off balance. He lands with an oof on the bed, his arms flung wide as he struggles to regain purchase. A wicked smile curls her lips upward as she leans down, pressing her weight into him until he's pinned under her once more. "Now," she breathes against his neck, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, "let's try that again... shall we?"

Her eyes narrow as she looks down at him, confusion flickering across her expression. "What do you mean?" She asks sharply, tilting her head to the side. "Didn't I make it clear that I want you to keep trying? That if you impress me enough, maybe we could be... more than just acquaintances?"

The words come out almost as a taunt, but there is an undercurrent of truth beneath them that leaves him reeling. Could she truly mean what she's saying? Or is this all another cruel game to her... another way for her to maintain control over his life and emotions? He can't help but feel both hopeful and terrified by the possibility that it might be true.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she watches the confusion play out across his features. Maybe it's not important whether he understands her true intentions; all that matters is that he keeps trying to please her. With renewed determination, she thrusts her hips against his and begins moving in time with him once more. Her body feels alive under his touch, electric with anticipation as they dance this twisted waltz of power and submission.

As their lovemaking grows increasingly fierce, it's clear that there is no more pretense between them; they have both abandoned any thoughts of control or manipulation, giving themselves over entirely to the primal urges driving them forward. With each thrust, she feels closer to some sort of understanding... or maybe not. Perhaps this is just how things are meant to be between them: a constant struggle for dominance that can only end one way.

As they reach their climaxes together, her voice hoarse from exertion, she whispers against his lips, "You're doing so well, Tarren... You really are." Her eyes soften as she looks into his, searching for some hint of what he truly feels about her... but finding nothing but the mask he wears to protect himself.

And yet, a small part of her wonders if maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe this dance they share is enough... for now.

Her eyes narrow as she listens to his labored breathing, the desire in his voice plain as day. For a moment, she considers stopping, bringing him down from this high and reminding him once again of her power over him. But something holds her back; perhaps it's the small flicker of vulnerability she sees in his eyes... or maybe it's simply the thrill of the chase that keeps her going.

With a wicked grin, she tightens her grip on his shoulders and begins moving against him harder, faster, taking them both to the edge once more. "Not yet," she breathes into his ear, "not until you beg for it." Her hips undulate in time with his thrusts as she leans forward, nipples brushing against his chest, aching for release even as she denies him the satisfaction of hearing those words fall from his lips.

The air between them crackles with tension, electricity sparking wherever their skin touches. With each passing second, it grows harder to tell who is truly in control... or if anyone is. But that's part of the fun, isn't it? The uncertainty? The constant game of cat and mouse they play beneath the covers?

As their orgasms crash over them once more, she allows herself a small smile of triumph. Perhaps he isn't so different from her after all... or perhaps they're exactly alike. The thought unsettles her in ways she can't quite understand, but there's no time to dwell on it now; not when there are still rules to be followed and games to be played.

She arches her back off the bed with a moan as sensation washes over her, every muscle in her body tensing beneath his touch. Her gaze drifts shut, focusing only on the feeling

Her eyes flutter open as she feels him release inside her, a shiver running down her spine at the sensation. "Is that so?" She asks with a smile, tilting her head to one side and looking down at him through her lashes. Even in defeat, there is an air of satisfaction about her; the knowledge that she still has control... even if it's only for now.

With a soft sigh, she begins to ease herself away from him, her body cooling as sensation recedes back to normal levels. As she straightens up, sitting cross-legged on the bed once more, she looks at him, studying his features and trying to decide what this all means for them... for their relationship. But as always, there are no clear answers; only more questions.

"We'd best get some rest," she says eventually, her voice soft and almost soothing. "Tomorrow is another day after all." Her fingers idly trace circles on the comforter beside her as she wonders what sort of games they'll play next... and who will come out on top this time around.

"Hmm..." she hums noncommittally, looking away and pretending not to notice his touch. "I wouldn't... if I were you." Her voice is light, almost playful, but there's an edge to it that betrays her true feelings. She doesn't want him touching her like that... not now at least. It reminds her too much of the way things used to be between them; a time she would rather forget.

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself. Tomorrow will come soon enough, and with it another chance for her to prove herself... or maybe even find some semblance of peace in this mess they've made together. For now though, sleep calls to her like a siren's song, its sweet embrace the only thing that can possibly ease the tension coursing through her veins.

Slowly, she lies back down on the bed, pulling the covers up over her shoulders and waiting for oblivion to claim her once more. It will be easier that way... pretending they're just strangers passing through each other's lives instead of being bound together by fate or some cruel twist of fate.

As she drifts off to sleep, her features smooth out into a peaceful expression that belies the turmoil raging inside her. The darkness surrounding them hides all but the faintest outline of her form, leaving only the gentle rise and fall of her chest as proof that she's still alive. In the dim light of the moon filtering through the window, her skin seems almost luminous, like porcelain marred only by the occasional patches of shadow cast across it.

Tarren watches her for what feels like hours, his heart racing with a mixture of desire and fear. He longs to touch her again, to feel her warmth against his skin, but something holds him back... perhaps it's the knowledge that once he does, there's no turning back. They will be bound together forevermore, dancing this twisted waltz until one of them finally falls.

And so he lies there, in the darkness of the night, trying desperately to decide which path he should take... and hoping against hope that when morning comes, it will bring with it some sort of answer.

Her eyes flutter open as the first rays of morning light stream through the window, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. It takes her a moment to remember where she is and what has transpired between them over the past several hours; the events of the night feeling like a dream from which she's only now starting to wake.

When she notices that Tarren is asleep against her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist, a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. The realization hits her then; that despite all their struggles and power plays, they are still connected in ways that run much deeper than either of them can fathom. Perhaps it's not about winning or losing after all... perhaps there is something more to be found here. Something worth holding onto.

Carefully, she extricates herself from his grasp without waking him, stretching lazily as she pads across the floor and toward the bathroom. As she brushes her teeth and washes her face, her thoughts continue to churn, each idea building upon the last like a delicate latticework of possibilities. It's exhilarating... and terrifying. Perhaps there truly is no going back from this point.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she glances over at Tarren, still sound asleep on the bed. A wave of tenderness washes over her, and for a brief moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like if things were different... if they could find a way to make this work between them. The thought both thrills and frightens her in equal measure.

With a sigh, she climbs back under the covers and spooned up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her cheek against the soft skin of his back. For now,

For now, she can enjoy the comfort of their closeness and try not to dwell too much on what comes next. The future is uncertain, but perhaps that's part of what makes it so enticing... and terrifying. As the sun rises higher in the sky, bathing the room in a warm glow, she closes her eyes and tries to forget about control and dominance; about games and power plays. Instead, she focuses on simply being with him, savoring the feel of his heartbeat against her palm and the warmth of his skin against hers. It's a peaceful moment... one that she hopes will last for as long as it possibly can.