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Featuring Alistair & Daphne[/center]
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Alistair was just about to fling another insult at another newly arriving freshman when he caught the eye of someone he knew. Listening to her words, Alistair turned to face her, and that was when he got a proper view of her clothes. He arched his own eyebrow in response to what his eyes were telling him.She wasn’t exactly leaving a lot to the imagination wearing just the jacket. Still, Alistair couldn’t exactly take his eyes off her. He took a moment to bite the corner of his lip slightly while looking her up and down. He wasn’t being discreet about it. He wanted her to know he was doing it.

[color=8BD3E6]”What are they going to do? Leave? Nah. I have all year to do what I like to them”[/color] He commented back at her original remark. [color=8BD3E6]”So you're wearing that just to get at me huh?”[/color] He asked.

Daphne's lips curled into a mischievous smirk, well aware that his eyes were tracing her curves. With her jacket barely concealing the lacy bodysuit beneath, it was a deliberate invitation for attention. Her fashion choices always hovered between barely appropriate and just enough coverage, yet she never failed to exude a sense of elegance. And while she always dressed for herself, she found it amusing whenever Alistair wondered if her daring attire was a deliberate ploy to provoke a reaction from him. In response to his remark, she retorted, [color=b8f1ff] "Contrary to what you may believe, not everything I do revolves around you."[/color] Her voice held a playful edge. [color=b8f1ff] "Although I won't deny that it is somewhat enjoyable to toy with you," [/color] she added, feignedly adjusting her top of her lingerie, but in reality, drawing more focus to her cleavage.

[color=8BD3E6]”Uh-huh, And those DMs we traded over summer?”[/color] Alistair came back with. It was a constant game with the two. Who would break first? Who would give in? But Alistair knew what he wanted this time. He liked the games, but he also liked [i]other[/i] things too. [color=8BD3E6]”Now, We only have another year before I depart. SO, better make this year count.”[/color] He replied with a soft smirk, his eyes taking in her clothing ‘adjustment’.

A soft laugh escaped Daphne's lips as memories of their racy messages danced in her mind. It was remarkable how a single uneventful evening had ignited a series of daring exchanges between them. From Alistair's shirtless display to her own mirror selfie, revealing the provocative lingerie she had worn that night. [color=b8f1ff]"Those pictures,"[/color] she quipped, her tone tinged with playful revelation, [color=b8f1ff]"were merely to satisfy your thirst for me while I was away. Obviously."[/color]

The game of seduction they had played, the constant back-and-forth, had become an exhilarating dance between them. Each seeking to maintain an upper hand, testing the boundaries, and daring the other to succumb to their yearning. Daphne's smirk deepened as she responded to his remark about making this year count, it almost sounded like a challenge. She refused to yield. [color=b8f1ff]"You're right, just one more year..."[/color] she mused, her tone laced with defiance. After all, they had only surrendered to their lust only once before. Surely, she can continue her streak until his graduation day. [color=b8f1ff]"I'm sure there are plenty of impressionable sophomores who can fulfill your needs and make this year truly unforgettable for you,"[/color] She explained with a hint of sarcasm. [color=b8f1ff]"In fact, with Homecoming just days away, you'll have the perfect opportunity to employ your charm on an innocent, unsuspecting newcomer,"[/color] she taunted, a touch of malicious amusement in her words.

[color=8BD3E6]”Well, that is true. Will have to have a look closer at the time”[/color] He then placed his hand on her shoulder. To the observers around them it simply looked like they were embracing and greeting each other as friends who had missed each other over the summer. Alistair however leaned in to whisper into her ear. [color=8BD3E6]”Or you know, I could keep my eyes on the target; you. I know you like to think you are winning this little contest, but deep down I know you want me. And the longer you resist, the more you will squirm. And the more I will enjoy it”[/color]

Daphne leaned in, her body subtly inching closer to his as she caught his whisper; her vanilla scent intermixing with his cologne. Alistair's insufferable arrogance was undeniable, and yet, there was a flicker of truth in his words. While she enjoyed sex - [i]like really enjoyed it [/i]- she believed her desires were always under control, a hunger she could restrain. As he drew closer, she took the opportunity to delicately hold his belt, her fingertips slipping behind it to caress his lower abdomen, teasingly tracing invisible lines. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, the words laced with a mix of confidence and mischief. [color=b8f1ff]"Oh, Alistair. It's cute that you think you're in control,"[/color] she breathed into his ear. [color=b8f1ff]"I'm the one thing you want, but can't have, and it kills you,"[/color] she continued, her mocking words dripping with seduction. [color=b8f1ff]"You had a taste, and now you want more. Perhaps one day, I'll let you have your fun again, but for now..."[/color] Her voice trailed off, leaving an air of anticipation. Her gaze fell to his crotch, a devilish smirk playing on her lips. [color=b8f1ff]"Down boy,"[/color] she concluded with a tantalizing hint of control, stepping back and retrieving her hand in the process. 

There wasn’t a lot that Alistair could do or say. She was right. But at the same time he was fairly sure he was as well. They both wanted each other, both wanted to give in. Their lives would be alot more exciting if they were to give in, but both were far too stubborn to do such a thing. Alistair gave off a small smirk as she pulled away. [color=8BD3E6]”Well, we will have to see won’t we hmmm? Now I do believe you better get going, your… help looks like they are nearly finished. Perhaps we can meet after assembly, maybe I can give you a bit of ‘help’ with that belt of yours. It seems to be giving you trouble”[/color]

Daphne glanced over her shoulder at the bustling helpers attending to her belongings, her blue eyes meeting Alistair's gaze once more. [color=b8f1ff]"Now that you mention it, this belt is quite bothersome. I might need one of the football players to lend a hand,"[/color] she playfully teased. Before turning away, she gave his arm a quick, knowing squeeze. [color=b8f1ff]"We’ll catch up soon. I'm curious to hear about the chaos you plan to unleash this year,"[/color] she said with a touch of genuine warmth, a reminder that beneath their complex dynamics, they were still close friends. With that, she followed behind the last of her helpers, lowering her shades to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun.
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