Tease Me, Love.

A secluded corner of Risa’s house late at night.

The air is charged with tension, thick with unresolved emotions. They’re alone, standing too close yet feeling miles apart.

Alice stands in front of Risa, her hands clenched at her sides. Her voice is low, trembling with a mix of frustration and hurt.

“How can you miss my body,” Alice starts, her dark eyes locking onto Risa, “when we both know you don’t want me as much as I want to be with you?”

Risa opens her mouth to speak, but Alice steps closer, cutting off the response she already knows will sting.

“We both know you’re treating me like your side chick,” Alice continues, her words sharp yet heavy with vulnerability. Her voice wavers, but she holds her ground. “Admit it. I’m the secret you’re too scared to show the world.”

Risa’s jaw tightens, her silence betraying her guilt. “Alice, that’s not—”

“Don’t,” Alice interrupts, her voice cracking slightly. Her fingers twitch at her sides before brushing against Risa’s arm, the touch fleeting, hesitant.

“I see the way you hesitate, the way you keep me hidden. Like I’m just some secret, something you’re ashamed of. Do you know what that feels like?”

Risa’s gaze falters, the weight of Alice’s words pressing into her chest. Her silence speaks louder than any excuse she could muster.

Alice laughs bitterly, shaking her head.
“You think this is easy for me? Loving you, wanting you, and knowing I’ll never get all of you? You’re afraid of what people will think, but do you ever think about me? About what it feels like to be left in the dark, over and over again?”

Finally, Risa meets her gaze, her eyes softening with something between guilt and longing. But Alice doesn’t let her speak.

Alice closes the distance between them, gripping Risa’s hips firmly and pulling her closer. The space between them evaporates as the air grows heavier with the gravity of unspoken emotions.

“You think I don’t notice how you push me away, only to pull me back when you feel like it?” Alice murmurs, her lips brushing against Risa’s ear. Her voice is low, almost a growl. “But then, when we’re like this, you make me believe I’m the only one.”

Risa exhales shakily, her hands tentatively resting on Alice’s shoulders. Her touch is hesitant, as if afraid to cross a line she’s already been teetering on for too long.

“You’re not a side chick,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Alice tilts her head, her lips dangerously close to Risa’s. “Then stop acting like I am.”

Her words hang in the air, heavy with an unrelenting demand for honesty. Before Risa can respond, Alice closes the distance, her lips crashing into Risa’s with a force that leaves no room for doubt.

The kiss is furious, an explosion of anger, desire, and desperation. Alice’s hands slide up Risa’s back, pulling her closer as if to erase every inch of space between them. Risa responds in kind, her nails digging into Alice’s shoulders as their bodies mold together, raw and unrestrained.

Alice lifts Risa effortlessly onto the table behind them, her movements hurried, as though she’s afraid hesitation will give Risa time to pull away again. Her hands slide under Risa’s blouse, her touch firm yet reverent, staking her claim with every lingering second.

Alice pauses, her lips ghosting over Risa’s ear as a smirk curves her lips. Her voice drops, rough and commanding. “Ayoko ng salad,” she whispers, her breath hot against Risa’s flushed skin. “Ibuka mo yan.”