Vices & Virtues

Three

YOU READY?

"Okay maybe we should... talk about our 'situation'. So we don't mess anything up?" They were still in the parking lot, discussing the logistics of their faux tryst.

"Talk about what? We go to school, we make out a little bit for people to see, we go home and have raunchy sex," Lisa said shrugging. Irene's eyes bulged before they narrowed.

"This is what I mean! We aren't actual girlfriends Lisa! We're just pretending to be which means NO sex."

Lisa smirked before putting her arms around Irene's neck and pressing her up to a car.

Leaning in so their lips were almost brushing and as sultry as she could, Lisa whispered, "You don't need to be in a relationship to have sex Irene..."

Against her own will Irene's eyes fluttered closed as she felt Lisa's hot breath caress her lips. The brunette involuntarily shuddered which snapped her out of her haze and she pushed Lisa away.

"NO Lisa. I don't swing that way."

"Your loss," Lisa shrugged.

"Besides, if we play our cards right we won't even have to kiss."

"What! I land the hottest girl in school- other then me duh- and we don't even get to suck face? Lame!"

"You didn't land me Lisa, I chose you."

"Ugh, whatever Irene," Lisa scoffed before grabbing her helmet off her bike.

"Woah woah! You're NOT driving me home with that!" Irene said.

"Who said I was driving you home?"

"Well how am I supposed to get home? Suho drove me here!"

"Well its either the bike or you're walking sweetheart," The brunette said extending the helmet to her. The shorter girl eyed her before snatching the helmet from her. Irene examined it and wondered if the girl had lice. She looked at her brown hair to see if she could tell only to be lost in the way it flowed over her shoulders and that ridiculously tight top...

Irene shook the thoughts from her head put the helmet on cautiously before walking up to the bike.

"Well? Are you going to get on or not?" Lisa challenged. Rather clumsily Irene straddled the motorcycle and put her hands on Lisa's hips lightly. The driver rolled her eyes before reaching down and roughly tugging on Irene's hands, repositioning them so they were wrapped tightly around her waist.

"You live by Rosé right?" a muffled 'yeah' came from behind her.

Lisa revved the engine and smiled to herself when Irene screamed in surprise.

"Hold on tight..." She warned, fully anticipating Irene's unwillingness, then she kicked off and accelerated. Irene swore she got whip lash and gripped the brunette and buried her head behind her, praying to any god to let her come out of this experience alive.

Lisa would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this. Except she didn't know why, exactly. Sure she loved the way the girl she hated needed her so much and was so scared of a silly little ride home but maybe it wasn't just that... maybe it was the way she had the hottest girl in Seoul mounted on her bike, her arms wrapped around her waist and molded into her.

Irene on the other hand was scared shitless, she couldn't think about anything other then not dying. She kept her head down in fear she might fall off and to avoid the whipping brown locks. Next time Lisa offered her a ride she was walking, even if it was 20 miles away. She would rather crawl then ride the motorcycle again.