Give In

I give him a teasing, if erotic glance, not saying anything for a moment, and flashing my eyelashes at him teasingly, before I let out a low, drawn-out sigh, and say "Fine, I'll do it ... but don't take this as a sign I that were getting back together... you got that? Its just-drinks."

He grins back at me, an expression part coy, part naughty as he wraps his arm around me and leads me to the bar. His hand has been tightly by the waist, and I quickly feel his hand grab a hold of my ass, giving it a quick, hard squeeze as we walk together. I make a sudden 'squawk' and I feel his hand tighten upon my ass, even as a smirk plays across my face. He gives me a knowing look, making me quite aware of what he did, though he knows I won't dare to do anything to stop his playful advances upon me all the same. As we near the bar, his all too playful hand has managed to lift my skirt up, revealing most of my left ass cheek, and possibly part of my shaved clit off also.

I smirk his way as we reach the bar, and once more, he shoots me a smirk that tries to look innocent, all the while telling me he knows exactly what he's doing. He has always seemed to know how to play with me enough to draw my ire and my playful side out at once, but not enough as to make me act to put a stop to it. Instead, I let out a soft moan, and wrap my arm around him casually, and watch as his smile grows larger. He knows he's won this round of the game he has always played, and I wonder what he has up his sleeve next.

As I ponder this, I notice there is only one bar stool available. I could sit on his lap, but then again he may decide to take this to the next level if I dared, as he would take it as me playing along with his game. But then again, not sitting on his lap may be exactly what he wants. He can be so infuriating, so why am I so aroused right now?