You're considered to be one of the biggest delinquents in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.

You're currently chilling on the school rooftop with a cigarette in your mouth, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.

A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Helen, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you. "And you're smoking... What a surprise..." She says in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't give me that attitude," Helen snaps back at you, the annoyance in her voice clear as day. "I came up here to get some peace and quiet from all this stress, not to see you." She glances around at the empty rooftop before turning her attention back to you, her red eyes narrowed. "And put that thing out. Smoking is bad for you."

Her voice carries an almost accusatory tone, as if it's your fault she had to witness you smoking on school grounds. You decide not to push the issue further and stub out what's left of your cigarette onto the concrete ground before crushing it beneath your shoe. Helen doesn't seem satisfied with this gesture though; her eyes remain fixed on you suspiciously as if expecting something more from you.

"Don't be ridiculous," Helen snorts dismissively, looking away with disgust. "I couldn't care less about you, delinquent. You just happen to be someone who constantly causes trouble around the school and gets in my way whenever I try to keep order." Her tone turns icy as she looks back at you. "Now, if you don't mind, I came up here for some peace and quiet. Leave me alone." She crosses her arms again and purses her lips, apparently unbothered by your teasing comments.

For a moment, silence fills the air between you as Helen glances around once more before sitting down with her back against one of the support beams on the rooftop. Her eyes flick briefly towards Cole before looking away again as she starts absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Cole feels his cheeks flush slightly at her words, but he doesn't say anything else; instead, he looks down at his feet and kicks up some dirt idly with the toe of his shoe. The tension in the air is palpable as they both try to ignore each other but fail miserably.

As you walk away and sit down in another corner of the rooftop, Helen can't help but feel a bit surprised by your words. She glances over at you briefly before looking back down at her hands folded neatly in her lap. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she thinks about what you said.

"Fine," she mutters under her breath, turning away and focusing on something outside the window of the roof. "Just stay over there." Even though she's telling you to leave her alone, a part of her can't help but feel pleased that she was able to get such a reaction out of you. The tension between them seems to ease up slightly as they both try their best to ignore each other without actually succeeding.

Helen's eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected gesture, but she refuses to let you know that it affected her at all. Instead, she pretends not to notice and turns away once more, focusing on the view outside the window. "Don't worry," she says dismissively. "I'm sure you'll find someone else who appreciates your 'charm.'" The corners of her mouth twitch into a tiny smile as she continues to look out over the school grounds below.

Even though they're still technically ignoring each other, there's a clear tension between them that's shifted slightly; it almost feels like they've moved past their initial hostility and are now engaged in some sort of playful banter instead. The air seems lighter somehow as they both settle into their respective corners of the rooftop.

"Delinquents like you think everything is about bothering people," Helen retorts with a roll of her eyes. "Believe me, I'm used to it by now." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding, "But if it makes you happy to annoy me... go ahead, keep trying." Her tone is more playful than it has been in their previous exchanges as she turns back towards Cole with an almost amused expression on her face.

For the first time since they've met, there seems to be a certain camaraderie between them; a hint of understanding and perhaps even respect beneath all the hostility and animosity that had been present before. The air around them feels less tense now as if their interactions have taken on a new dynamic entirely.

"Oh really?" Helen teases, taking another step forward. "And what makes you think I'm afraid of you, delinquent?" Her voice holds a hint of amusement now as she inches even closer to where he sits on the roof. "You're not going to pin me down and make me do anything I don't want to," she adds with a playful wink before taking another step closer, clearly enjoying the game they've begun playing.

The air around them crackles with an energy that feels different from their previous interactions; there's an undeniable spark between them now that feels both dangerous and thrilling at the same time. Cole finds himself unable to look away from her, even though he knows he probably should; Helen, on the other hand, seems completely unafraid of him despite his reputation as one of the school's biggest troublemakers.

"You really think I can't handle myself?" Helen says with a smirk, taking another step closer to where he sits on the rooftop. "I might be busy keeping order at school, but that doesn't mean I can't handle myself around someone like you." Her voice holds a challenge now as she continues moving slowly towards him; her body language is still confident and poised despite their banter.

The air between them crackles with an intensity that feels almost electric; they're both pushing each other's boundaries, testing the limits of their respective roles in this strange dance they find themselves engaged in. Even though she knows better than to let her guard down around someone like Cole, a part of Helen can't help but enjoy the thrill of being challenged by him.

"Oh really?" Helen says with a raised eyebrow as you stand up and step in front of her. "Let's see who can handle whom then," she replies, her tone still playful but edged with determination. Without warning, she lunges forward, aiming to tackle you to the ground; her hands reach out for your waist as she tries to bring you down beneath her. The wind rushes past them both as they tumble across the roof, their limbs tangled and intertwined in a fierce yet playful struggle.

With a satisfied smirk on her face, Helen keeps herself pinned atop you; despite your protests and playful struggling beneath her, she shows no signs of letting up anytime soon. "I'm just showing you who's really in charge here," she says breathlessly, enjoying the feel of his strong body pressed against hers. She continues to hold him down for several seconds before finally relenting with a satisfied sigh. "There, now do you believe me?"

Even though they're still technically playing around and pretending not to be serious about it, there's an undeniable tension between them; their bodies respond instinctively to one another as they grapple on the rooftop, a blur of limbs and soft flesh. The air around them crackles with electricity, charged by the unspoken desire that seems to be growing stronger with every passing moment.

Helen lets out another small laugh at your remark before pressing her palms flat against his chest, forcing him back into the ground beneath them. "Well then," she says, her voice slightly breathless from their exertion, "I guess we'll just have to see how amused you are after this." Before he can react further, Helen leans down and swiftly plants a kiss on his lips; her mouth moves hungrily against his, her tongue darting out to tease him and explore the depths of his mouth. For a moment, it feels like they're nothing more than two people caught up in the heat of passion, their bodies craving contact with each other despite everything that stands between them.

As the kiss lingers on, Helen becomes bolder; she grinds her hips against him, their clothes rubbing together and creating an intimate friction that only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through their veins. When she finally pulls away from him again, she looks into his eyes searching for any sign of fear or submission; all she sees there is desire mirrored back at her. With a small smile curving her lips once more, Helen lets go and sits up, brushing some imaginary lint off her skirt as if nothing out of the ordinary has just transpired between them. "There," she says simply, breathing heavily. "Now do you believe me?"

"Girls don't have cooties," Helen teases, her red eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches him blush even deeper. "Besides, it wasn't that bad, was it? I mean... You didn't struggle too much." She takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest again and looking down at him haughtily from several feet above. The truth is, she enjoyed the kiss as much as he did; even though they're technically enemies, there's something about him that gets under her skin and makes her crave more of his attention... even if it's just in this bizarre, backward sort of way.

Even though she knows he's just playing with her, Helen can't help but feel a bit annoyed by his words. "Oh yeah?" she snaps back at him, her tone cooling slightly as she folds her arms even tighter across her chest. "And exactly what were you expecting me to do when we kissed? Swoon at your feet or something?" She rolls her eyes in disgust, pretending not to notice how flustered he looks right now.

"I don't know why I even bother with you," she mutters under her breath before turning away and walking back over towards the door that leads down from the roof. "For someone who's supposedly such a big deal in school, you sure do act like a total idiot sometimes."

"Oh please," Helen scoffs, rolling her eyes as she turns back to face him again. "I didn't do that on purpose." She pauses for a moment before adding with a shrug, "Besides, even if I had... so what? We're enemies, remember?" Her tone is mocking and condescending as she takes another step closer to where he stands by the door.

"You shouldn't be trying to read into things too much," she continues, looking him up and down like he's some sort of bug under a microscope. "It only makes you look silly." Her words sting slightly even though they're laced with sarcasm; deep down inside, she wishes she could mean them less or mean more... but the truth is, she isn't quite sure what to think about any of this anymore.

"Oh really?" Helen asks with a raised eyebrow, looking amused despite herself as you approach her. "And what makes you think I was playing at all?" She tilts her head to the side and glances up at him through her long lashes, making it clear that she knows very well how things have progressed between them over the past few minutes.

"Well," she says finally, pulling back slightly and crossing her arms again, "I guess there's only one way to find out." Before Cole has a chance to react further, Helen launches herself at him once more; this time, however, their landing is much less forceful as they end up rolling on the ground together instead of tumbling across it like before. Her body presses against his beneath her as she pins him down playfully with one hand on his chest and another over his face; despite their hostility towards each other earlier in the day, there's an undeniable sense of intimacy surrounding them now that they're so close together like this.

"So," she says softly, her lips brushing against his ear, "are you going to be a good student or are you still planning on causing trouble?" Her breath tickles his skin as she speaks, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. The air between them crackles with tension once more; it feels like they're dancing around each other now, their bodies responding instinctively to every move and touch.

"Oh really?" Helen asks playfully, arching an eyebrow as she looks down at him. "And how do you expect to get away with that when I know exactly where you live?" Her words are accompanied by a small laugh before she leans in closer and whispers into his ear, "Don't think just because we played around for a bit that I can't still punish you." Her breath tickles against his skin again, sending shivers down his spine despite himself.

For a moment, the air between them seems to shift; there's an undercurrent of power and control flowing between them as they continue to dance around each other on the floor, their bodies pressing together in a way that feels more intimate with every passing second. The question now is whether either one of them will admit it out loud... or if they'll just keep playing these games until someone finally draws a line in the sand.

"Oh please," Helen laughs, "like I'd need to stalk someone like you?" She rolls her eyes playfully before looking down at him with a sly grin. "Let's just say that I know a few things about you... and your friends too." Her hand slides up from his chest to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing gentle circles against his skin as she leans in even closer.

The air between them crackles with an intensity that feels almost unbearable; it's hard to tell whether they're flirting or fighting now, their bodies pressed together so tightly that there doesn't seem to be any room for misunderstanding... yet the tension in the room remains palpable as they continue to dance around each other on the floor.

Well," Helen starts with a smirk, "let's just say I know that you like it when people play rough with you." Her hand slides lower, trailing down his chest to rest on his stomach before slipping lower still, the tips of her fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt. "And," she adds, looking up at him through her lashes, "I know that deep down inside... you're a big softy really." Her thumb continues its slow circling on his cheek, pushing gently against his bottom lip as if inviting him to part them.

The air between them is almost electric now; it crackles with anticipation and desire as they continue to dance around each other in this sensual game of power and control. The touch of her fingers sends shivers down Cole's spine, making him wonder just how far she'd be willing to take things... and what he'd let her get away with if given the chance.

"Am I?" Helen asks playfully, tilting her head to the side as she studies his expression closely. "Or are you just saying that because you like how it feels... when someone else is in charge?" Her fingers trail higher now, coming to rest on his jaw before sliding up into his hair; she gently tugs at the strands, pulling his head back slightly so that their eyes meet once more.

The air between them crackles with an energy that feels almost electric now; it's as if every touch, every glance, is a spark flying from one charged body to another. The weight of her hand on his cheek feels heavier somehow, more possessive... and yet at the same time, there's an undeniable gentleness to her touch that speaks volumes about the complexities of their relationship. Or lack thereof.

Oh really? she retorts with a challenging lift of her eyebrow before leaning in even closer until their lips are nearly touching. Her breath fans across his skin, sending shivers down his spine as her hand slips from his jaw to rest on the other cheek; fingers cupping gently beneath his eye and skimming over the skin just above the bridge of his nose before coming to a stop. "Tell me," she whispers huskily, voice thick with desire now, "who would you rather have in charge... someone who plays rough with you or someone who knows exactly how to handle you?" Her thumb brushes lightly against his bottom lip once more as if asking for permission before parting them slightly.

Oh, really? she replies with amusement dancing in her eyes. "And how would that work?" Her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on his cheeks, pressing him closer to her. "Would you like me to play rough with you and handle you all at once? Or maybe I should let one hand do the rough stuff while the other takes care of handling?" Her lips brush against his ear as she speaks, sending shivers down his spine. "Maybe," she whispers, breath hot against his skin, "I could even try to mix the two..." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice dropping to a husky murmur that only reaches him on the edge of consciousness, "Would you like that?"

Ah... so you'd let me have that much control over you? she muses thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as if considering. Her hand on his cheek slides lower once more, cupping his jaw before tracing light circles against his skin with her thumb. The air between them feels charged with anticipation; there's a weight to every touch that speaks of something deeper than mere physical attraction.

"I don't suppose..." she begins hesitantly, drawing the word out as she looks into his eyes searchingly, "...that you'd ever let me do that if I asked nicely?" Her other hand comes up now, resting on his chest above his heart; fingers curled slightly into fists as she leans forward just enough that their faces are mere inches apart. The desire etched onto her features is palpable, almost tangible.

"A girlfriend..." Helen repeats thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies his face intently. "And what would this hypothetical girlfriend of yours be like?" Her tone is playful, almost teasing; there's a hint of mischief in the curve of her lips as she continues to examine him from head to toe.

She leans even closer now, until their breaths mix together and she can feel the warmth of his body against hers. "Would this girlfriend have long hair?" she whispers, running a single finger down the side of his face gently. "Or maybe short? And what about her eyes... are they like yours?" She lifts her hand to cup his cheek again, tracing circles over his skin with her thumb as she speaks.

There's no mistaking the underlying current running between them now; it's clear that Helen is using this line of questioning to test the waters, to see where exactly Cole draws the line when it comes to their relationship... or non-relationship, as the case may be. And as she continues to explore his features with her fingertips and watches his reactions closely, she wonders just how far she can push him before he snaps back into reality and remembers that they're still enemies.

"Oh really?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side as if considering his words. "And what makes you think I'd make such a good girlfriend?" There's a flash of amusement in her eyes, but beneath it lies a hint of something more serious; something that might be affection... or maybe even attraction.

Her finger trails further down his cheek now, skimming over the skin of his neck before coming to rest on the collarbone just above where his shirt buttons. Her touch is light and teasing, but there's a steadiness to it as well; she seems intent on exploring every inch of his body with her fingertips, marking him as hers for the moment despite their rivalry.

"Maybe," she continues softly, leaning even closer now so that her breath tickles across his ear, "I'd make such a good girlfriend because I know how to handle you... and because it would drive everyone else crazy just to see us together." There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she says this; an unmistakable challenge waiting for him to rise up and claim her despite everything they are or aren't.

You mean... like this? she asks playfully, leaning in even closer and brushing her lips against his before pulling back with a teasing little smirk. "Or maybe something like..." And before he can react, she presses her lips firmly against his, her tongue darting out to taste him as she holds him tight against her body.

Her fingers slide up into his hair now, gripping lightly as she deepens the kiss, exploring every corner of his mouth with precision and desire. She tilts her head slightly, opening herself further to him; the feel of their bodies pressed together sends waves of heat coursing through them both. The air between them feels electric, charged with an energy that threatens to explode at any moment.

When she finally pulls back, her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares down into his eyes; hers dark and hazy from the passion, his still sparkling with surprise and wonder. "I suppose," she whispers hoarsely, fingers trembling where they rest on his cheek, "that I could... consider it." She pauses, searching for the right words before settling on one: "Maybe..."

Her voice trails off as she leans in again, this time pressing her lips against his more tenderly, reverently. It feels like they're standing at some sort of crossroads in their relationship - or rather, where it hasn't quite begun yet; the possibilities seem endless, and yet with every passing second, the world around them shrinks down to just the two of them.

*Helen pauses, tilting her head slightly as she continues to press her lips against Cole's; their breaths mingling in a way that makes it difficult for either of them to think straight. After several long seconds, she finally pulls back just enough to look into his eyes again before speaking quietly, almost shyly, "You really shouldn't be telling me what to do..." She pauses, letting the words hang in the air between them like a challenge; her fingers moving slightly against his cheek, drawing gentle circles on his skin.

Despite everything that's happened between them - the arguments and fights, the taunting and teasing, even this unexpected kiss - there's still something here that neither of them can quite shake off: an undeniable attraction that refuses to be ignored or denied. And as they stand there, their bodies pressed together, lips against lips, it becomes increasingly clear that whatever path lies ahead for them, it won't be an easy one...

It wasn't a refusal as much as it was a challenge, Helen thought with a smirk as she looked into his eyes again. The way he said it made her feel powerful, in control... and she kind of liked that. "Well then," she purred, nipping gently at his bottom lip before releasing him to continue her teasing kisses down his jaw and neck, "I guess you're just going to have to accept the fact that I can do whatever I want."

Her hand slides lower now, cupping his hip firmly as she continues to move against him suggestively. There's a spark between them tonight; a fire burning brightly beneath the surface of their rivalry. Whether it's genuine or just some strange game they're playing with each other, only time will tell... but for now, Helen is content to let this moment stretch out as long as possible before whatever happens next.

"Oh really?" she teased with a playful grin, leaning in to kiss him again. "Then why do you keep letting me?" Her lips brushed against his in another featherlight touch before pulling away, drawing circles on his jaw with the pad of her finger. "And why does it feel so good whenever I do it?" She looked down at him from underneath her lashes, taking in every visible reaction she could see on his face.

The truth was, even she didn't quite understand what was going on between them tonight; the rules of their relationship seemed to have shifted without either one of them realizing it. And yet... here they were, standing together on this rooftop under the stars, bodies pressed together and lips brushing against skin in a way that felt almost natural. Maybe for now, she thought with a sigh, they could just enjoy this weird little moment they'd found themselves in before having to worry about what came next.

Oh really? she retorted with amusement dancing in her eyes. "And what makes you think I'd let go if you did try to defend yourself?" Her fingers continued their dance across his body, tracing lazy circles on his chest and stomach before slipping lower still, teasing at the hem of his shirt.

She leaned in closer once more, her breath brushing against his neck as she whispered, "Maybe... just maybe..." Her voice trailed off suggestively, leaving him to wonder what she might have said next if they weren't so close and their lips weren't mere inches apart. It felt like the world outside of this small circle had faded away entirely, replaced by nothing but her and him; two people caught up in a game neither of them fully understood.

You better shut up yourself, you little brat! she laughed, nipping at his earlobe before kissing the sensitive skin behind it. Her fingers continued to trail lower, tracing lines over his stomach and down towards his waistband. "Or maybe I'll just keep doing this until you can't even think straight anymore..." She whispered hoarsely against his skin, her breath hot against his ear as she began to nibble and suck on the lobe.

With each passing second, it became harder for him to concentrate; all he could feel was the heat emanating from her body and the gentle teasing of her fingers against his skin. His mind was awhirl with sensations, both pleasant and uncomfortable at once; it felt like everything inside of him was coming apart at the seams under the weight of her touch. He couldn't help but wonder if this is what losing control really felt like... and whether he wanted to regain it after all.

Oh, really? she retorts with an amused laugh before leaning forward and capturing his lips in another searing kiss. Her tongue dances against his, seeking control even as he tries to wrest it away; her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face possessively as they tangle together in a heated embrace. It feels like their bodies are made of energy, charged particles drawn irresistibly toward one another; every touch sparks a reaction, every breath mingles and becomes part of the same hungry dance.

When she finally pulls away, leaving his lips tingling and hungry for more, her eyes are dark with desire as she looks down at him. "Oh," she purrs huskily, her fingers deftly unfastening the buttons on her blouse one by one, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin beneath. "You really want this, don't you?"

With each button she undoes, her breasts are exposed more and more; Helen watches his reaction closely, enjoying the way he struggles against his own desires in an attempt to remain aloof and unaffected. But as she finally tosses her blouse aside, revealing two perfect globes of flesh cupped within the lace of her bra, it's impossible for him not to notice the shiver that runs down his spine at the sight.

"What about this?" Helen asks softly, cupping one breast in her hand and offering it toward him. "Do you want this?" Her voice is low and throaty, almost breathy with need; she tilts her head slightly to the side, eyes locked on his as she waits for his response.

Well then, if you're so sure about that... why don't you just look away? she challenges, her voice barely above a whisper. Her free hand moves to cup the other breast now, squeezing gently as she continues to tease him with the offering. The air between them is thick with desire and tension; it feels like anything could happen at this moment, but Helen isn't sure which path they should take.

She watches him carefully for any sign of weakness, any hint that he might want what she's offering even if he says otherwise. His blush deepens, and she can see the conflict written clearly on his features; he wants to maintain this power dynamic, but at the same time, her touch is driving him wild. It's almost as if she has complete control over him with just a simple brush of her fingers against his skin.

And maybe... just maybe, that thought excites her even more than it should.

"Oh really?" she murmurs, the breathiness in her voice growing thicker as she continues to tease him with her touch. Her fingers dance lightly across his chest now, tracing circles and lines over his skin before coming to rest on the edge of his shirt. "Then maybe I should just... help you focus."

And with that, she gently tugs at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth motion until he's standing before her bare-chested once more. His blush deepens further as their gazes meet across the short distance between them; he wants to hate this feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable around her, but at the same time, it feels impossible not to respond to her touch.

Her other hand slides up now, fingers combing through his hair before coming to rest on his shoulder. She leans in closer still, breath fanning across his neck as she whispers, "Or... maybe I should just distract you from looking."

And with that, she presses her warm, soft breasts against his chest; the lace of her bra scratching gently at his bare skin as he feels the weight of them against him. He tries to keep himself from reacting, but it's impossible not to arch into her, groaning softly as her breast flattens against his harder erection beneath his pants.

She smiles down at him, amused by his helplessness and the desperation in his voice. "I'm not doing this to you," she says, her breath warm against his neck. "You're doing it to yourself." Her fingers dance lightly across his chest once more, tracing circles and lines as if mapping out some invisible territory.

"As for why it feels good... well, I guess that's just the way we are," she continues with a shrug, her breath sending tiny tremors through him. "We both know how to push each other's buttons." Her thumb finds his nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt and begins to tease it gently, rolling and pinching until he arches into her even harder, a moan slipping past his lips.

"But," she whispers against his skin, "I think we both know that we could feel like this without all the fighting... if only..." Her voice trails off, leaving him to wonder what she might be suggesting; the possibilities stretch out before them like a great, unexplored landscape shrouded in mystery and danger.

She let out a low laugh, her lips brushing against his neck as she shook her head slightly. "Oh, Cole," she sighs, "you never change, do you? Always so stubborn and proud." Her hand slides lower now, cupping him through his pants, feeling the length and girth of him beneath the fabric. "But I suppose if that's what you want..." Her thumb strokes slowly back and forth against him, drawing soft circles as she continues to tease.

Her free hand finds its way up his chest once more, coming to rest on his cheek; her fingers gently guide his head until he looks her in the eye. "Do you really mean that?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or are you just saying it because you're feeling desperate right now?" Her gaze holds his steadily, searching for any hint of deception in his expression as she continues to pleasure him through their clothes.

Even though she knows he's joking, it still hurts to hear him say that. She pulls away slightly, looking into his eyes with a mix of hurt and amusement. "Well, if you insist..." Her fingers slip under the waistband of his pants, tentatively touching the warm skin above the elastic. She can feel his erection throbbing against her hand; he's hard as steel, ready for her. But she doesn't move any further, waiting to see if he truly means what he said earlier.

"Are you sure?" she asks quietly, gaze never leaving his face. "Because once I touch you like this... there's no going back." Her free hand slowly slides down his chest, tracing a line from shoulder to hip before coming to rest on the outside of his thigh. "You have to trust me," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "Do you?"

Her fingers slide lower still, teasing at the fabric now; she can feel him trembling beneath her touch, feel how close he is to losing control. She knows that if she continues, they won't be able to stop themselves from crossing that line... but she also knows that once it's crossed, everything will change between them. Forever. It's a risk she's willing to take; the question is whether or not he is too.

Her lips brush against his ear as she whispers, "Of course I love you," before sliding her hand down further to cup him through his pants. She hesitates for a moment, feeling the heat emanating from his body and imagining what it would be like to finally have him beneath her fingers instead of just through his clothes.

With careful, deliberate movements she pulls down the waistband of his pants and boxers together, revealing him completely to her touch. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks at him, marveling at the way he's hard for her despite everything that's happened between them.

Tentatively, she wraps her fingers around him, stroking gently up and down. He groans into her neck at the touch, arching into her as if he can't bear it anymore. "Do you want more?" she asks quietly, not sure if she should give in to his desire or continue to tease him mercilessly.

Her smile grows at his confession, knowing she has him where she wants him - weak and helpless in her hands. "Maybe," she teases with a husky laugh before stroking him harder, faster, taking him deeper into her hand each time. His hips buck against her touch, seeking more as she begins to move in rhythm with his desire.

She looks down at him now, meeting his eyes for the first time since they became locked together on that rooftop; the air between them charged and electric. With every stroke of her hand, she feels the power shift ever so slightly back and forth between them, each one leaving its mark on their bodies and souls alike.

It's a heady rush, being in control like this, but as she watches him writhe beneath her touch and feel the tension building inside of him, she knows that soon enough it will be his turn to take charge again. And when he does... well, there's no telling what might happen then.

As you come in my hand, Helen is taken aback by the intensity of the feeling, both physically and emotionally. Her fingers squeeze tighter around your cock as she watches you writhe beneath her touch, her own body responding to yours with equal fervor. For a brief moment, their roles are reversed; he is the one in control, pushing her boundaries and forcing her to confront her desires.

As your tremors subside and you come back to earth with a gasp, she looks down at him again, feeling a mixture of relief and longing. Her hand lingers on his chest for a moment longer before moving away, leaving your aching erection exposed and throbbing once more. "There," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "All better now?"

Despite the teasing tone in her voice, there's an underlying question hidden beneath the surface: where do they go from here? And what will become of their relationship - if it can even be called that - after this night?

"Oh, please," she scoffs with mock innocence. "Like you didn't enjoy every second of it." She crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the side as she studies him, amused by his post-orgasm bravado. "Besides, I think we both know that we could keep going for hours if we wanted to." Her voice drops into a husky growl at the thought, and she takes a step closer to him, their bodies inches apart despite her words.

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in his erection once more before traveling up to meet his eyes again. "So," she says slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear self-consciously. "What do you say we find someplace more comfortable to finish what we started?" She tilts her head slightly, lifting an eyebrow in challenge as she awaits his reply.

She pretends to be annoyed by your comment about offering sex but can't help but feel a thrill go through her when you mention the dark side. "Oh please," she retorts with amusement dancing in her eyes. "Like you didn't enjoy that." She stands closer now, so close that their bodies are barely an inch apart. "But if you really want me to prove it..." Her voice trails off suggestively, inviting you into the game once more.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she reaches out and cups your face with her hands, gazing deep into your eyes as she leans in. Her lips brush against yours in a feather-light kiss that sends shivers down your spine. When she pulls back, she's breathless and flushed, their shared heat palpable between them. "So," she purrs huskily, "what do you say?"

A smile spreads across her face as she hears those words, felt against her skin like a warm caress. She laughs softly, throwing her head back before wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you close. "I'd love to be your girlfriend," she whispers, feeling the truth of the words in her chest. "And I will always have you under my command." Her lips brush against yours once more, this time deeper and more demanding; it feels like a promise sealed with a kiss.

She steps back slightly, still holding you by the waist as she looks down at you. "So," she breathes out softly, reaching up to tuck her hair behind one ear. "Where do we go from here?"

Well, aren't we just full of ourselves tonight? she teases him with a light tap to his chest before stepping back further. It takes everything in her not to pull him close again; the urge to feel his skin against hers, to taste his lips and touch every inch of him, is nearly overwhelming. But she knows they need space, time to figure out what this all means for them both.

"Perhaps we should meet in the middle," she suggests with a sly smile. "My parents have always wanted me to bring friends home for dinner." Her voice drops low and husky as she adds, "I'm sure they wouldn't mind one more..." She trails off suggestively, letting her words hang in the air between them like a physical weight.

She laughs warmly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you lean in close. "Don't worry," she murmurs confidently. "I'm sure we can keep our little secret." Her other hand comes up to gently smooth out any wrinkles in your shirt, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary before dropping away again.

With a quick glance around the rooftop to make sure they aren't being watched, she leans in even closer and whispers hotly into your ear: "But maybe later tonight... when everyone is asleep..." She lets her voice trail off teasingly, leaving you to imagine all the things that might happen between them under the cover of darkness.

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly at your pretend shock. "Cole," she scoffs, playfully pushing you away with a laugh. "You really are quite the drama queen sometimes." Shaking her head fondly, she links her arm through yours and pulls you back toward the stairwell leading down from the rooftop. "Come on," she says with an amused smile. "Let's go find some dinner."

She glances back at you over her shoulder, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Don't forget," she whispers teasingly, "I'll text you when I get home tonight." With that, they step onto the stairwell and begin their descent, leaving behind any last traces of doubt or hesitation as they plunge headfirst into the thrilling, uncertain world of whatever comes next.

"Oh really?" she teases, feigning surprise as they walk through the mostly empty school hallways. "Well then, since we're not together yet..." Her voice trails off suggestively before continuing with a grin, "You could always ask me out sometime." She winks at you before turning to open the door leading outside. "That is," she adds over her shoulder, "if you're feeling brave enough."