Vehemently Yours,

23.Conscientiously Debaucles

"What game?"

Rene knew she was walking on a thin line but sometimes it's safe to play dumb. It's like the safety tip for all people when they get trapped by sexy looking beings. Just like she was.

But Sebastian wasn't only sexy but he knew what she was thinking. At times, Rene wished she were dumb then he would genuinely think she had no idea what they were talking about.

"Don't play dumb." Crap.

"I don't understand what are you talking about." Really, Rene.

"So we are going to play this charade then? Alright, I'm game."

He pauses for a while and Rene could only imagine what his face was looking right now. Pensive sarcasm easing off of him like a pro.

"So, Rene this game you and I play where we touch each other and watch each other touch our private par-"

"Okay okay! I get it. Stop it!" That got way too real way too fast, Rene.

"Right then. Shall we carry on?" He spoke so naturally like as if this was a regular conversation, not a topic where they were just about to discuss which was heavily laden with sex and tension. Not that at all.

"I don't care what you do. I'm just saying-I'm done playing the game. As you put it." There, she said it.

Short and exact. Somehow, she knew she was all of bullshit.

"Fine then." Pulling his hand away, he turns to the other side.

It was quiet for a moment.

Both of their backs facing each other. Both of their eyes wide open, their breathing tensed and a little fast.

Rene hated that he gave up.

Giving up means no game, no tension and worst of all, no touching. And god, did she want to touch the heck out of him but that would mean, she had to make a move.

So far, he has come onto her. He pursues and does the chasing after her while she runs. Always run. Isn't that what she always believed in?

Rene grew up though with parents who loved each other but that was the only thing she never believed in. Why?

Because of her first heart break.
Because of the guy she fell in love with and broke her. Broke her into pieces, she so carefully etched back together. Now, only those scars hold them together.

She never wanted a relationship after that. He said things only because she wanted to hear them not because he felt so too. He never felt any thing for her. Was just using her to get to her friend, Alannah.

Alannah and her were still the best of friends. She would never let a guy come in between them but she didn't want to show Alannah how angry and jealous she was with her. Though, Rene knew it wasn't her fault that the guy liked Alannah from the beginning. Yet, why play with her feelings like that?

Men at times, not all of them, but there are those who play with your affection like strings in a guitar. It wounds you up so hard that everything pains the moment he takes them away. If that's what love is- Rene wanted no part of it.

Rene however, believed that she most certainly won't fall in love with Sebastian. She almost snorted at that.

She won't deny her sexual desire for the man was strung high but that's it. That was the finish line.

She was about to turn when she felt his hands come around her again. Filling her with the warmth he had taken away. Ooo..this man is no good for her. She nuzzles back in nevertheless.

"You were thinking again, weren't you?" He said softly into her hair. The breath that brought wicked sensations down her spine.

"What's wrong with thinking?" She asked him back.

"You lose in touch with all your other senses."
He simply said.

"Like what?"

"Like this." He places a finger down her upper arm, dragging it down till her little pinky fingertip.

He then moved his arm back under hers, wrapping it around her waist. It moves under the shirt and laying it down flat on her stomach, inching slowly towards her abdomen.

She felt her skin tighten. His hand warm and tingly on her skin. It is the first time he touched her there.

"Like that." He continues. His voice dropping with his hands. It slowly made its way to the waistband of her shorts.

He pauses.

The room is quiet. The wind blowing outside is the only sound along the soft fall of snow that touches the ground. The room was lit with only the light coming out from the bathroom.

"What are you waiting for?" She is surprised by herself that she is the one who asks this.

His hand presses harder on her abdomen in response.

The skin of his hand hard and rough against the silk of hers. She could feel how the goosebumps rose on her arm. She was excited and nervous. She wanted this. No, needed it.

He circles her navel. He could feel the skin trembling and her core clenches at the emptiness.

"I know how wet you are." The huskiness of his voice wasn't something she prepared herself for. Because her hips rocked against his.

"Your pussy must be leaking. Waiting for my hand to soothe its ache."

At his words, her knees tighten together. Her feet locks with his. Wanting some release, her ass moves against his hard crotch. Yet the stubborn hand stays there.

Sebastian was going to make her beg for it.

"You need my hands on you desperately. Look at the way your ass moves. Mm..you make me so fucking hard." His breath shallows.

Even if his control slips, he won't touch her there. Though it pains him that he just shouldn't care and take her but no. Not unless she asks for it.

"You want me to. So much, Rene." He coaxes her.

Rene bites her lips hard. So hard, she feels the metallic taste of blood on her tongue. It only burns her need.

The way he has his hand statued in place, right at the way he presses it just right that it's like a link to her pussy. It sends a signal that makes her feel the desperate desire to quench it only by that stubborn hand.

She wasn't going to give in. Rene told herself, no you must be strong.

She can't beg. She never begged and as she kept saying this, a bead of sweat dropped from her forehead. Her pink face felt it drop down between her eyes and reach her nose.

Fuck.

Shit, she was going to do it.

"Please, Sebastian."

The gyrations of her hips moved as his finger made one last circle around her navel and then, Rene feels her abdomen pull, when he slips in his hand finally.