Tease Me, Love.

that was hot

The tension in the air was palpable as Risa leaned against the balcony of her condo, the city lights sprawling beneath her like a sea of temptation. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke curl around her lips. Her phone vibrated on the table inside. She didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Sliding the door open, she grabbed the phone, already smirking.

Alice: "Baby, I miss you."

Risa smirked wider, her fingers flying across the screen.

Risa: "You miss my body?"

The reply was immediate, almost desperate.

Alice: "Yes, baby. Damn, missing your ass."

Risa chuckled, biting her lip as her mind wandered. She always loved this game of cat and mouse with Alice. Despite knowing she was just the other woman, she thrived in the illicit thrill of it—the control, the power, the intimacy only she and Alice shared.

Risa: "Ughh! I want baby kisses. Can you come over here? Sabihin mo lang sa bf mo na naiwan mo sweater mo dito sa condo."

She hit send and leaned back against the couch, her cigarette perched on the edge of the ashtray. There was a pause, then the three familiar dots appeared on her screen.

Alice: "Sure, baby."

Risa smiled. It was always like this—Alice torn between her boyfriend, Dong, and her. The sweet, composed girl Alice showed the world was a far cry from the wild, untamed version that belonged to Risa.

Risa: "I'll hintay for you. We'll smoke, then f*ck."

She took another drag, exhaling slowly as the thought of Alice consumed her. But when the phone buzzed again, the reply wasn’t what she expected.

Alice: "Pano kung hindi ako payagan? Alam mo namang may duda na satin si Dong."

Risa rolled her eyes, her expression shifting into annoyance. Dong always seemed to hover over their moments, his shadow a constant reminder that Risa was just the side chick. But if Alice thought she could leave her hanging, she was wrong.

Risa: "Then, I'll touch myself nalang."

Her fingers hovered before she added: "Pero alam mo naman, mas masarap kung ikaw gagawa nito."

There was no immediate reply. For a brief moment, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. Had she pushed Alice too far this time? But that was the beauty of her role—Risa had nothing to lose. She leaned back, confident that Alice would always come back. She always did.

Finally, her phone vibrated again.

Alice: "Sige, baby. Bahala na si Dong. Papunta na ako."

Risa grinned, triumphant. She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray and stood, glancing at the sweater Alice had actually left behind on a previous visit. It was always just an excuse, but it worked every time.

Alice might have loved her boyfriend, but love wasn’t always enough. Desire—raw, undeniable, and consuming—was what Alice couldn’t resist. And Risa knew she’d always be the one to hold the key to that part of Alice.

The knock on the door came sooner than Risa expected. She swung it open, and there stood Alice, slightly disheveled but undeniably beautiful, her eyes already betraying the desire simmering beneath her cool exterior.

Risa leaned against the doorframe, her gaze raking over Alice's figure. "Sweater excuse worked, huh?"

Alice didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Risa barely had time to smirk before Alice’s lips crashed onto hers, hungry and unapologetic.

Their kiss was messy, full of pent-up longing. Alice’s hands slid down Risa’s back, gripping her waist as she pulled her closer. Risa gasped into her mouth when she felt Alice’s nails digging into her skin.

“Missed me that much, huh?” Risa teased between kisses, her voice breathless.

Alice groaned in response, her lips moving to Risa’s neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "Shut up," she muttered against her skin.

Risa laughed, but the sound quickly turned into a moan as Alice’s hands found their way under her shirt, her nails grazing over her ribs before cupping her breasts.

“Damn, Alice,” Risa gasped, her fingers tangling in Alice’s hair as she guided her back toward the couch.

Alice pushed Risa onto the cushions, climbing on top of her with a smirk. "You said we’d smoke, then f*ck, right? Let’s skip the first part."

Risa grinned, tugging Alice down by the collar of her jacket. Their mouths collided again, tongues tangling as Alice began grinding against her. The friction sent shocks of pleasure through both of them, their moans filling the room.

“Take this off,” Risa demanded, tugging at Alice’s shirt.

Alice obliged, peeling it off in one swift motion before leaning back down, her bare skin pressing against Risa’s. “Better?” she whispered against Risa’s lips.

“Much,” Risa replied, her hands roaming Alice’s back, nails scraping down just enough to make Alice shiver.

Alice’s lips trailed lower, her kisses leaving a burning path down Risa’s chest. She tugged at Risa’s shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside before returning her attention to Risa’s exposed skin.

“You drive me crazy,” Alice murmured, her mouth closing around a sensitive spot just above Risa’s collarbone.

“Then show me,” Risa challenged, her voice husky as she arched into Alice’s touch.

Alice didn’t need any more encouragement. Her hands and mouth moved with purpose, exploring every inch of Risa’s body, leaving no part untouched.

The night stretched on, their bodies tangled together in a haze of desire and need. For those stolen hours, there was no Dong, no guilt, no consequences—only them, lost in each other.