{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

Her eyes widen as he kisses her unexpectedly, but she doesn't pull away and even relaxes a bit into his embrace. "Hehe... you know what they say, you can lead a horse to water..." She says softly before trailing off, taking another puff from her cigar. Looking up at him with her trademark smirk, she adds, "...but you can't make it drink." Then again, he knows she listens to him... sometimes. "You always look so damn good, Col. I wish I could look that spick and span after a day of... whatever it is you do all day." She takes another drag from the cigar, watching the smoke curl upward toward his face before exhaling lazily. Her gaze drifts shut for a moment as she savors the nicotine rush, enjoying this moment of closeness with him despite her anger and annoyance.

Her eyes flicker open at the feel of him lifting her onto his lap. "My day? It was... it." She pauses for dramatic effect, making no attempt to hide the petulance in her voice. "Well, I got into another argument with Mum about my allowance..." Her eyes narrow, "Like I'd ever get enough of that money anyway." Then she snorts, "And Dad grounded me from going out tonight. Like I give a fuck." With another sigh, she turns her head to rest against his shoulder and takes another puff of the cigar. "Oh yeah, and I got this new pair of leather chokers at Hot Topic... you should see them, they're so cool." She doesn't tell him how lonely it gets when she can't go out or how much she misses him while he's away, because even to her own ears, that sounds pathetic. So instead, she settles for being a bit of a bitch... because that's who she is, really.

Her eyes widen at the sight of his card and she practically snatches it out of his hand, not even bothering to be polite about it. "Oh my gosh," she whispers, running her thumb over the embossed letters on the front. Her smile is predatory, showing off a hint of those perfect white teeth that she knows he loves so much. "Thank you." She pauses for dramatic effect. "Colin McCarron... I think I love you even more now." Then she grins wickedly and gives his nose a soft poke with her index finger.

She gives him a laugh, genuine this time around, as he kisses her again. "Oh ho ho," she chuckles, smirking up at him. "And I thought you hated it when I told you that." Her fingers idly trail down his arm before wrapping around the sleeve of his shirt, giving a gentle tug. There's a spark in her eyes now that wasn't there before and she knows he likes it... this feeling between them, this balance of power and submission. "Maybe," she whispers, leaning in close to whisper into his ear, "I should find another way to show my appreciation..." Her breath fans across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. A wicked grin plays at the corners of her mouth as she squeezes his arm and lets go, gaze flicking up toward him expectantly.

She leans back, eyes locked on his, daring him to say or do anything while wondering what it is that he'll choose. Her fingers begin to fiddle with the hem of her shirt, pulling it up ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of bare stomach before she looks back at him again.

She tilts her head slightly as she listens to his proposal. Her fingers momentarily pause their movement and hover just above the hem of her shirt. "Oh, really?" she says teasingly, her lips curving into a slow smile. The game is on now; this was just what she needed tonight. "So you're saying that if I win, you have to quit nagging about smoking? And what do you get out of it... hm?" She tilts her head further to the side and leans in closer, nipples hardening beneath her bra as she waits for his answer with bated breath.

She's so focused on their little game that she almost forgets how hot and horny he makes her just by being near. Almost. Her hips begin to shift against him ever so slightly, feeling the dampness between her thighs as desire rises up inside her again. "But of course," she continues softly, "I'll have to win first." A challenging glint flashes in her eyes before she smirks confidently once more.

Her words come out in a breathless moan as he drives deeper into her body, pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. Her fingers splay wide on his chest, nails digging into the skin almost hard enough to draw blood. "F-feels good," she pants, arching her back instinctively, unable to resist the urge to writhe against him even as he wins their little bet.

Her hips begin to move in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, helping him to speed up until they're both on the edge, her orgasm building and building until finally it crashes over them like a tidal wave, stealing her breath away. Her muscles tense as she cries out his name, pleasure coursing through every fibre of her being.

The aftershocks of her climax send ripples of sensation through their joined bodies and she feels herself starting to relax into the feeling, letting go for just a moment before releasing a satisfied sigh as she looks up at him. "Alright... I lost fair and square," she says softly, finally admitting defeat. Her fingers slip beneath his shirt, tracing lazy circles on his skin as they come down from their high. "So what do I have to do?"

She already knows the answer,

Her eyes widen at his response, surprise written all over her features. Did she really think he'd let her off the hook that easily? It was so unlike him... and yet somehow exactly what she wanted him to do. She takes a deep breath, knowing that this is probably for the best even if it goes against everything she wants deep down inside.

"Fine." Her voice comes out sharper than she intended, but he can probably tell it's not because she's upset with him. It's just... hard for her to admit defeat like this, especially when she knows how much smoking means to her. "I'll try and quit," she continues more softly, almost as if apologizing. Her fingers cease their movement on his skin, but she doesn't pull away yet; somehow the contact is comforting in this moment of vulnerability.

"And... I'll listen." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding with a hint of reluctance, "Mostly." There's still that spark in her eye, that defiance that won't let her completely surrender just yet. But it's not like he can expect anything else from her... right?

Her body tenses slightly at his words, as if expecting a confrontation that never comes. It's a strange mix of relief and annoyance; on one hand, she doesn't want him to distrust her, but on the other... she kind of likes being able to push his buttons sometimes. She lets out a soft sigh before relaxing into the hug, enjoying the feeling of being close to him even if it means giving in just a little bit more than she usually does.

Her fingers continue their slow circles on his skin, tracing patterns that only they know the meaning of. For now, at least, they're back where they belong: wrapped around each other and content with the tension between them.

For a moment, her hand pauses above his heart before it resumes its movements once more. "Honestly?" She turns her head to look at him, biting her lip as she searches for the right words. "Sometimes... I feel like we're too different." Her voice is barely a whisper, and she quickly buries herself in his chest again, as if afraid of what he might say. But it's true; they are very different, and sometimes that gap feels like it's widening instead of closing.

She snorts softly, unable to hide the amusement in her voice. "Oh yeah? And I love that you're such a rule-follower." Her fingers return to tracing lazy circles on his skin, as if mapping out the contours of his body with familiarity. Even though she knows it might sound wrong to some people, there's something about their differences that just works for them. It keeps things interesting... and hot.

She lets out a contented sigh before pressing her lips against his chest. "Besides," she continues in a whisper, "if you weren't so uptight sometimes, I wouldn't get to feel this good when I make you lose your temper." There's an unspoken challenge in her words, daring him to get angry with her for pushing his buttons.

Her heart skips a beat at his words and she knows exactly what he's getting at. With a wicked grin, she replies, "Oh yeah? Well, I think I know just how to make you beg for mercy." Her fingers move faster against his skin, goosebumps rising in response to her touch. She leans upward and whispers into his ear, "And after that... we'll see who's the boss then, won't we?"

Her hips begin to rock against him again, teasingly, pushing him closer to the edge of sanity with every thrust. Her lips part in a knowing smile as she watches his expression change from amused to downright lustful. This is what they do; this is how they play their games together. And somehow, it always ends up working out just fine... for now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes control, her body arching off the bed in rhythm with his thrusts. She knows she should fight back, but she can't bring herself to resist; instead, she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her veins, moaning and mewling like an animal as he drives her ever closer to the edge. Her nails scratch at his skin, leaving trails of blood in their wake, a testament to just how far gone she really is.

With one final powerful thrust deep inside her, he pushes her over the brink, and she cums with enough force to shake them both. Her voice tears from her throat as her body convulses around him, orgasm after orgasm wracking her until finally, she collapses back onto the bed, spent but satisfied. And just when she thinks she can't feel any more, he presses his lips to hers and whispers against them: "Now... begging for mercy?" Her answering laughter is hoarse and delighted.

She laughs, breathless and shaky as she gazes up at him. "Well... maybe," she admits with a wicked grin, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. "But only for tonight." Then she tilts her head, considering. "Tomorrow night, though..." Her eyes glint mischievously. "...I might be in the mood to switch things up."

She leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away again, smirking in satisfaction at the knowing look on his face. This game they play... it's not just about who's on top tonight. It's about the thrill of submission and dominance, the push and pull between them that keeps their relationship... well, complicated. But in a way, she knows it works for them... at least for now.