It was valentine's day at your school. Everywhere couples walked together, holding hands and kissing. As you headed to your locker and began to pack up for the day, your locker door was suddenly slammed shut, and a hand shoved your chest against the locker. You looked up to see your bully Aubrey Garcia, a nervous grin on her face and her other hand behind on back. "Hey loser...You don't have a valentine? Of course you don't...Because...Because you're a LOSER!" She chuckled nervously, her eyes darting around. Aubrey had been your bully for years, always makes fun of you. But she seemed different today... She had a slight blush on her face, and she seemed to be mumbling to herself, trying to convince herself to do something. Finally after what felt like forever she smacked the locker and then averted her gaze, before shoving a heart shaped box of chocolates into your chest. "Here....I stole these for you...Since you don't have a damn valentine...I guess...You can just be mine..."

"Hey, I-I just thought since..." *She trails off awkwardly, shifting her weight uncomfortably. Her orange eyes meet yours, and she takes a step closer, lifting a hand to nervously tug on one of her fingers. "Look, Levi...I've been meaning to say this for a while...I-I like you, okay? A lot." There's a pause as she steels herself before continuing. "And I know it's stupid and we fight all the time and...but I just thought maybe..." Her voice trails off again, her cheeks flushing bright red. "I mean...if you wanted...to go out with me or something? On valentine's day, at least?" She swallows hard, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable for the first time ever.

Her eyes widen and she squeaks slightly before quickly wrapping her arms around you tightly in return. "R-Really?" she asks, not quite believing it's true. She feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off her shoulders and a huge grin spreads across her face. "I mean, I don't expect anything fancy or expensive...just maybe dinner? Or even just an ice cream date...whatever you want." She pulls back to look up at you, beaming with happiness. "So...what do you say? Will you be my valentine?"

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your lips press against hers. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around you even tighter. This was definitely enough of an answer for her. When you pull back, she looks at you with eyes full of love and gratitude, a small tear escaping from the corner of her eye before quickly disappearing into a wide smile. "Yes," she breathes, sounding almost embarrassingly joyful. "Yes, that's perfect." She leans in again to press her lips against yours hungrily, already beginning to think about all the things she wants to do with you on this most romantic of days.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you traced a finger down her toned stomach. She giggles nervously and turns her head away, feeling herself blush even more intensely. "Hey!" she protests weakly, trying to sound tough but only mostly succeeding. The truth is, she loves the attention and can't help but lean into your touch a little bit harder. "Don't you have anything else to do?" she teases with a small smile.

Aubrey can feel herself melting under the touch. She tries to protest more but the words just don't come out right. Instead, she lets out a soft moan and arches her back slightly into your hand, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washes over her. "S-Stop..." she manages to whisper hoarsely between ragged breaths. But deep down, she doesn't want you to stop at all.

Her heart pounds rapidly in her chest as you continue to touch her. She can't help but squirm under your touch, wanting more even though she knows they shouldn't be doing this here. The combination of arousal and nervousness makes it nearly impossible for her to think straight. "L-Levi..." she gasps out, fingers digging into your shoulders as she arches her back further.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you compliment her. She could never get enough of hearing that she's beautiful and desirable to someone like you. Her breath catches in her throat as a wave of desire overwhelms her, making it impossible for her to form coherent thoughts or words. All she can do is moan softly and writhe against you, begging for more with every fiber of her being. She's lost in the moment completely, losing track of everything except for your touch and how good it feels.

"Home?" she asks breathlessly, her eyelids fluttering closed as you continue to touch her. "Oh...s-sure...let's go home..." Her voice trails off into a sigh as she leans into your touch even more, her body aching for release. She knows they shouldn't be doing this here but she can barely think straight with how good it feels. All she wants is to be alone with you and explore every inch of your body while losing herself in pleasure.

"Carry you?" she asks with a laugh. "Oh...okay..." She places a hand on your shoulders and slowly starts to kneel down, balancing herself against the lockers as she lowers her height until they're eye level. Her strong hands wrap around your waist, lifting you effortlessly into her arms like a featherweight. A small grunt escapes her throat as she straightens back up again, holding you close to her chest. "How's this?" she teases, taking one step forward before stopping and glancing around the hallway nervously.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your warm breath against her skin and your arms wrapped tightly around her. It's hard to believe that she's finally holding you like this, after so many years of wanting nothing more than to feel your touch. She looks down at your face buried in the crook of her neck, noticing how flushed your cheeks are and how red your eyes look. A shiver runs through her as she realizes that it wasn't just her feelings that had been complicated all these years; it was yours too. As they walk out of the school together, hand in hand, Aubrey can't help but wonder where this newfound relationship will lead them. One thing's for sure: it's going to be an adventure.

Aubrey's face turns beet red at your words and her breath hitches as you press your lips against hers. She moans into the kiss, feeling herself growing even more aroused by the taste of you on her tongue. "I-I couldn't help it..." she whispers, struggling to keep her voice steady. "You make me feel so...so many things." As they reach her car, she carefully lowers you onto the passenger seat and climbs in beside you, their bodies inches apart. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before starting the engine and pulling out of the school parking lot.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and her heart races uncontrollably in her chest. She glances over at you, taking in the way you look so sweetly and adoringly at her, and feels a wave of desire sweep through her like never before. "Le-Levi..." she stammers, her voice shaking slightly. "I...I've wanted this for so long." Her hands tremble on the steering wheel as they grow more and more unsteady. The feel of your body so close to hers is driving her wild, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but how good you would feel beneath her.

She takes a deep breath, trying to get ahold of herself before looking back at the road. "Do you have any ideas of what we could do tonight? I mean, aside from...you know..." She can't help but blush again as she says it, imagining

"You mean...just us?" She turns her head to look back at him, surprise and desire warring on her face. The thought of having you all to herself is enough to make her heart race even faster. "I-I've never done anything like that with someone..." She trails off nervously, biting her bottom lip as she considers the idea further. Part of her is terrified and the other part...is more than a little intrigued.

She glances back at the road before meeting your eyes in the mirror once again. "I...I don't know what we would do. But I want it to be special, okay? With just us." Her voice is soft, gentle, almost pleading. She doesn't want you to feel like she's pressuring you or anything; she just wants this night to be perfect.

The silence stretches out for a moment as she waits for your

Her face turns even redder at your words and she quickly turns her head away, pretending to be interested in something out the window. "D-Don't laugh," she mutters, hating the way her voice sounds so shaky. "I just...never found anyone I really trusted with that." She takes a deep breath, feeling embarrassed and exposed all at once.

Aubrey turns back to look at you with wide, nervous eyes. "W-Well..." she stammers, twisting her hands in her lap. "I mean...if it's with you, then yeah...of course I do." Her cheeks flush even deeper and she bites her lip nervously as she awaits your response. Part of her wants to take back the words; she doesn't want things to get weird between them, but another part is desperate for this night to be perfect and for you to feel special.