i'll suggest you better read this with a song like "di naging (tayo)" disclaimer masaket 'to kaya sige na alis.
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The night was quiet as Alice and Risa found themselves alone in Alice's apartment, just as they did every weekend. The lights were dim, setting a warm glow over the room that softened the world outside, creating a cocoon just for them.
They’d circled each other all evening, the unspoken tension between them simmering, building with every passing second.
Alice moved closer, her fingertips brushing along Risa's arm, trailing up to her shoulder and back down, leaving a shiver in their wake.
The soft, deliberate touch left Risa breathless, anticipation growing within her. Alice's fingers slipped to Risa’s jaw, lifting her chin just slightly as she leaned in, her voice low and smooth.
"I missed this," she murmured, her words hot against Risa’s skin.
Risa's heart pounded as Alice closed the distance between them, her lips capturing Risa's in a slow, deep kiss that seemed to melt time around them.
Every touch, every shared breath felt like an unspoken promise. Risa's hands found Alice's waist, pulling her in closer as they stumbled backward toward the couch, never breaking contact.
Alice’s hands traveled up Risa’s back, slipping beneath her shirt, her fingertips grazing her spine in a way that ignited sparks across her skin.
Piece by piece, their clothes slipped to the floor, each discarded layer stripping away any distance that remained.
Skin met skin, warm and electric, their breaths intermingling as Alice’s lips moved from Risa’s mouth to her neck, pressing kisses that left her gasping, each touch branding her.
Risa’s fingers tangled in Alice's hair, holding her close as Alice’s hands roamed over her body with a familiar ease, mapping every curve, every line.
Alice guided Risa back onto the couch, their bodies pressing together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. The warmth between them intensified, the air thick with the scent of their shared intimacy.
Alice’s hands traced along Risa’s sides, her thumbs brushing the soft skin of her waist, igniting little fires with each touch. She moved slowly, savoring every reaction, the slight hitch in Risa’s breath, the way her body arched to meet her.
Risa’s quiet moans filled the room, her own hands exploring Alice’s body, rediscovering every inch. Her touch was both soft and insistent, memorizing the curves and dips, the feeling of Alice’s heartbeat beneath her fingertips.
As they moved together, their rhythm built, each shared breath bringing them closer, until finally, they dissolved into each other, lost in the heat and intensity of the moment.
They lay entangled afterward, the silence heavy yet comforting, their bodies warm and skin pressed against skin.
But as the quiet stretched, Risa found herself drifting back to moments throughout the evening—the way Alice had looked at her, the almost playful whisper that had lingered in her mind all night:
"I’m the dessert you’ll be eating later, ma’am." It had felt like more than a tease then. Now, as they lay together, it felt hollow, almost haunting.
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After a long, quiet moment, Risa lifted her head from Alice’s shoulder, searching her gaze.
“Do you ever think about this… us… beyond the weekends?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, her heart pounding as she dared to speak the question she’d kept hidden for so long.
Alice’s expression softened, but only for a moment, before something colder replaced it. A faint, almost dismissive smile touched her lips.
"Risa, you know how it is. I have a girlfriend, and you... you’re my escape," she replied, her voice steady. “What we have here? It’s fun. Isn’t that enough?”
The words hit Risa like a slap, a cold reality settling over the warmth they’d just shared.
“Just fun?” she repeated, her voice wavering as she struggled to keep her emotions in check, to hold back the hurt that was breaking through the surface.
Alice shrugged, her gaze slipping away as if this was all perfectly normal. “Yeah. I thought we both understood that. It’s nothing serious.”
Risa felt a surge of anger and betrayal, her hands curling into fists as she pulled away from Alice, the warmth of her touch suddenly feeling like a lie.
"Is that really all I am to you?” she demanded, her voice raw. “A way to pass the time when your girlfriend isn’t around?”
Alice’s brow furrowed in frustration as she sat up, her tone defensive. “Risa, I thought you were okay with this. We never talked about it being anything more.”
Risa’s voice shook as she turned away, unable to look at Alice. "Maybe I thought... maybe I hoped... that this meant something to you. That I meant something to you.”
Alice reached for her, but Risa recoiled, her eyes blazing. “I’m not just here for your convenience, Alice. I won’t be your weekend fling, something you can pick up and put down whenever you please.”
The weight of her words settled over them, heavy and suffocating. Alice opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came. For the first time, she seemed to be at a loss, as if realizing what Risa was saying only now, too late.
Without waiting for a response, Risa stood, grabbing her clothes and dressing hurriedly, her fingers trembling as she struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.
Every piece she put on felt like she was building armor, a final barrier between her and Alice, between her and the betrayal she could no longer ignore.
She turned one last time at the door, her voice barely more than a whisper, filled with a bitterness she couldn’t hide. “I thought I was more to you than that, Alice. I was wrong.”
Before Alice could say anything, Risa stepped out, the door closing behind her with a hollow, final sound that echoed through the empty room, leaving Alice in silence—left to realize, too late, what she’d let slip away.
