BfaR 3

A gasp escaped Eris, her muscles tensing as a hand came to rest on her waist, a solid presence suggesting it could easily keep her in place without help from a second. Said free hand gently covered her mouth, prepared to muffle any sound she might have made, such as the whimper which escaped her at the feeling of lips on the crook of her neck.

"Honestly," the voice actually surprised her, breath dusting her skin as his face lowered to her ear, "I'm surprised you actually came, much less waited this long."

"Lukas..." she barely breathed, feeling the moist heat of her breath linger around her face. He let out a quiet chuckle, directly in her ear.

"Got it in one." As he spoke, she could feel his lips brushing her ear, sending a shiver through her already trembling body. She was confused, however. It seemed like the two of them were alone, none of his compatriots there to chip in with additional insults.

Another whimper escaped her as his hand rubbed from her waist down to the hem of her skirt half-way down her thigh.

"Don't bother trying to shout for help," he warned, voice calm and even. The only thing that sounded like a threat was the words themselves. His hand moved upwards again at a crawling pace, dragging her skirt along with it. His fingers felt so delicate against her skin, yet so in control that she was convinced she would not be able to move away. "This side of the building has cleared out completely, not that anyone would really care, anyway."

A tear slipped from her cheek. This interaction may have been a bizarre and unexpected one, but the insult at least was normal. A reflexive squeak escaped her as his lips planted a kiss directly on her ear, trailing back down to the crook of her neck agonizingly slowly, mirroring the speed of his hand on her leg. The hand on her mouth lowered as well, trailing down over her chest to wrap around her waist.

"Lukas," she stuttered, barely able to gather enough breath to make a sound. "Wh-what are you--?"

"Shh..." His voice was almost soothing, quiet and deep as his hand continued its ascent, nearly to her hip. "I've been waiting years for this..." Her eyes went wide for two reasons:

Terror... and confusion.

"Wh-what...?" she barely whispered, shivering again as he nibbled at her ear. Not every reaction of her body was from her usual nervousness and fear. There was another sensation, something unfamiliar to her that she could not quite identify. He chuckled once more.

"I only started calling you a terrible slut so that no one else would dare to touch you," he admitted, his voice shaking slightly as if he were still laughing. Eris's eye went wide.

"Y-you knew...?"

"Of course I know you're not a slut," he stated as if it were the most obvious fact of life. "You've always kept to yourself. How would you possibly ever do anything sexual with someone?" Her mouth performed an impression of a goldfish, her wide eyes locked forward. He continued his ministrations, hand reaching her hip and starting to rub in gentle circles. She jumped slightly as he pulled her back to meet his body as he stepped closer. She could feel something hard against her butt-- last year's Sex Ed class left her with no doubt what that must have been.

"Lukas..." she stuttered again, breath and heart rate accelerating.

"I had to make sure I would be the first person to touch you," he admitted. "This will be worth the wait." She trembled like an earthquake in his grasp, finally moving her hands to try fruitlessly to pry his arm from her waist.