Lidan was drug along by Rena's hand, and was thoroughly confused as to exactly what he had done. Okay, so maybe smiling and making paper dolls for every single one of the other people in the Student Lounge had gotten her a /little/ jealous. Maybe. But Lidan wasn't sure at all.
"Ah, where are we going? I hadn't finished making breakfast, and--"
"Shut up." The Greek-accented tone was cut off by an obviously angrier, feminine one. Of course she was jealous. Mmm, it was obvious that Lidan didn't mean anything by it, and that his intentions were all good-natured, but the anger was still there for Rena. He had given Cara his shirt to wear when she had spilled coffee over it, and it had made a wave of possessiveness go over Rena-- only /she/ got to wear his shirts, be that close to him.
So, a half-naked Lidan was being drug down the hallway, confused and wondering what was happening as Rena thought of exactly what she was going to do to make sure he knows who he belongs to. Every so often, she'd spare a glance back to look at his bare, muscular, chest, something that usually remained hidden under the baggy shirts he tended to wear.
Licking her lips, she opened the door to her room, and turned to push him towards the bed. "Sit." Lidan obeyed immediately, watching the woman with curious sea-foam green eyes. What was she going to do?
His question was answered in about 2.5 seconds when she started to take of her shirt, then her pants, the glare on her face remaining as she stripped.
Lidan's eyes widened and he stuttered, "Wh-What are you d-doing?" His fingers twitched to cover his eyes, but he resisted. Her eyes stayed on his as she stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest, clad only in her dark green underwear.
"I said don't speak, and you're not going to touch me." Yeah, she was obviously angry at him about something. But about what? Eh, he guessed that didn't matter that much now. What mattered more was the fact that he had to get her \un\-angry at him. Which basically meant distract her from the fact that he was angry at her.
Lidan furrowed his eyebrows, then stood up,smiling down at the woman. "Would you... get angry at me, if I..." He took a step closer to her, the smile on his face widening, and his bright sea-foam eyes shining. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand sliding slowly down to her ass, "Did this." With a grin, he squeezes quickly, pressing his lips to her cheek, then trailing down to her neck.
Rena tried not to squeak, but muttered out a, "St-Stop it, asshole. I told you, you can't make \me\ do anything, o-only the other way around." But shit, okay, this felt really good, like his hands were fucking \everywhere\ at once. "I said s-sit down."
He sucked softly on her neck, murmuring against it, "Do you really want me to? Or do you want me to keep touching you?" His other hand went to her chest, squeezing one mound lightly, fingertips rubbing her nipple through the bra. A grin lit up his lips as he heard her moan, but quickly try to stifle it.
"Le-- ah--t go, s-sit down." She squeezed her eyes shut, and pressed her lips together, trying to calm herself down. Fuck this asshole,trying to get her to break, to forget her anger. She'd win this, dammit, she'd win it against him. Feeling the frown against her collarbone, she smirked, standing up straighter. Mhmm, win this.
"But I don't want to, Ren..." He grinned then, the hand on her ass sliding down to slowly stroke at her crotch, "I mean, you're already wet and everything, I don't want to just leave you hanging..." His ears twitched when she gasped, and he looked up to meet her grey eyes, the grin still on his lips as his fingers pressed into her even harder. Her eyes widened, and she moaned again, her hands grasping onto his forearms.
"F-Fuck, a-asshole..." Okay, shit, his fingers felt amazing through her underwear, and she just wanted fucking \more\ of it, somehow. She'd still have her dominance, though, telling him what to do-- yeah, that'd work perfectly. "Y-Your f-fingers..."
Truthfully, he had no idea what he was actually doing. Ninety-nine percent of all of this was guesswork, the other one percent instincts. Then, of course, his eyes widened when he remembered something, but Lidan quickly schooled his expression, rubbing even harder. "Mmm? What about my fingers? What do you want me to do, huh?"
She moaned, squeezing his forearms for a moment before placing her hands on his chest. "D-Dammit, f-finger fuck me, asshole, c'mon." His eyebrows rose, and he grinned devilishly.
Letting go of her completely, the lanky brunette stepped back, hands in the air, "But Ren, you told me not to touch you, to sit down." He had a rare shit-eating grin, his sea-foam eyes shining brightly, teasingly as he continued to back up.
Her eyes widened again, until they narrowed into a glare, gritting her teeth. Fuck, she was worked up now, and she could still feel his fingers on her body. "Come back over here, and touch m-me, dammit."
Lidan forgot he didn't have a shirt on as he opened the door back, and stuck his hands in his pockets. "But what am I supposed to listen to? Plus, I am supposed to be training right now. At least, uh, I think..." His eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he thought, "Yeah, I am." She frowned again, walking up to him, pressing her hands onto his chest.
"I said... keep touching me." Her hands trailed down his front, slipping into his pants and slowly stroking his length. Game change. Lidan's cheeks heated up, and his face turned red as he tried to remember what he had been planning to say. "I want to feel your fingers all over me."
Before he could stutter out his response, his phone started ringing. Now, only two people ever really called Lidan, and that was either Romar or Salt. Either way, Rena didn't really give a shit.
Wrapping her fingers around his dick, she used her other hand to reach into his pocket, pulling out the phone. Keeping her cloudly grey eyes on his, she flipped the phone open, growled "He's busy," into it, closed it, then threw it somewhere in the room.
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