I Don't Want You, But No One Else Can Have You || Tiffany and Cyr
Ever since he came to the mansion, things seemed to get better, or so Cyr thought. He thought the best way to finally be free from his past relationship was to flirt with anything that moved. Sometimes, a few of those things stuck, and one of them happened to be Chrissy. There was just something about her that felt familiar and made him feel safe.
Cyr sat in his room, just lounging on his bed, reading comments on his last video, then suddenly there was a knock. He was confused on who it could possibly be. “One sec!” He shouted then set down his laptop to get the door. “Hi, T-Tiffany,” He was slightly lost for words.
Tiffany quirked an eyebrow at the stutter in the young man's voice, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She loved the fact that she affected him so much that he was at a loss of words, it filled her with confidence, assuring her that hadn't lost her charm. "Hello Vincent." She smiled, biting her lip seductively. "Cat got your tongue?" She whispered into his ear, running a finger across his chest as she pushed past him.
Tiffany swayed her hips flirtatiously, making her way to the unmade bed, biting her lip as she gazed at him, she planted herself on the bed, her body slightly bouncing back up again. She crossed her legs, causing her dress to rile up rather high up her thigh, only a centimetre from her panty line. She cocked her head to the side, smiling at him coyly. "Well you said you wanted to buy me dinner, so go ahead." She purred, leaning forward, pressing her lips together cheekily. She reached a hand out, pulling the boy towards her by the loop in his jeans. "So where are you taking me then, hey?" She murmured gazing up at him cheekily, her chin resting right above the midriff of his jeans.
