And so it begins

He wasn't bored yet, but that didn't mean that she could just give in to him so easily. She liked playing these small games, even though she never really knew who the winner was going to be. Making her demand for the ring was simple, but she was a little surprised to see how he simply did as she asked of him. Looking at the ring, she smiled before her eyes turned to his. He was inviting her closer and she did, standing in front of him with her back to his front. She felt the metal slide against the necklace all the way to the front, holding the ring between her index finger and thumb as he secured the necklace once more. She just looked at it, feeling his lips on her shoulder, his hands starting to feel her up.
Turning around to face him she gave him a light push back on the bed before straddling him. The necklace and ring dangling from her neck as she leaned over his face. "How does it look?" she asked. She knew he was possessive to some degree, it wasn't like his glances when they were out and about went unnoticed for her. It was even worse when they went out to town, mostly because she liked dancing, and whenever some guy approached her, she could see the way he was restraining himself from beating the guy to a pulp for even thinking he had a chance. Supporting herself with one hand against the mattress, her other hand moved along his arm, light as a feather, until it went back up to his shoulder and down over his chest. She reached the end of his shirt, her fingers playing lightly with the hem before moving up under the fabric and touching his skin. He was skinny, but she actually found that more of a turn on than anything. "Just one more time; Tell me who you want," she said, this time a more dominant tone.

She knew he meant those words, but it would be too risky. Vanessa would recognize that ring in a heartbeat and then it would be over. Pushing him on to the bed was easy, perhaps because he liked when she took control, or maybe it was something different. It was all about power-play with them, but she liked it that way. His reply made her smile, sighing softly as he grabbed her hips, her lips separating as he moved his groin against her. His question made her scoff, leaning down to have their lips barely touch. "As many times as it takes for you to lose your mind," she said, rolling her hips against him, biting her lower lip. By the gods she swore it felt like getting closer to the beyond when he was near like this. She closed the gap between their lips, pressing hers against his in a rather passionate kiss, moving her hips despite the fact he was holding on to her.
Her hands moved out from under his shirt, pulling it with her and over his head, just tossing the shirt to the corner of the room. Her fingers running down over his now bare chest. He had so many tattoos, some better than others, but she liked them all the same. Leaning down she placed a few kisses over his chest, breathing in his scent that just seemed to intoxicate her even more. "If you want me ... You know you have to take me," she said in a serious voice. Her lips moving up to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the way.

Ayalla felt her breath shudder a bit at the mention of the store. He was good at hiding what he actually felt when they were out and about, but she felt her heart beat faster. It didn't help that she could feel his beating so harshly, but he wrapped an arm around her and shifted their position. She looked up at him, her green-black hair a bit messy at this point, her eyes all on his as he rubbed against her once more, making her whimper softly. Her shirt was off, and she was in fact wearing no bra - should she tell him that she wasn't wearing underwear either? No, he would figure that out soon enough. Her necklace and the ring was nestled between her breast, moaning softly as he caressed her chest. "I belong to myself," she said, her eyes clearly showing she was still playing this game. She was being bratty, she knew that, but she also knew that he liked a bit of rebelliousness.
Safe to say, she was on the brink of breaking, wanting him to touch all of her and yet a very specific place right now. Her hips moved up, grinding against the bump in his jeans as she had to bite her lower lip to not moan, just a muffled whimper escaping her lips. "But you belong to me," she said, her eyes all on him as her hands moved down his chest, playing with the edge of his jeans. Ayalla wanted them to be naked already, just rip the clothes off and clash together into one, however this game was also about not giving in. She opened his jeans slowly, driving his pants down slowly before they reached his knees on the mattress. She placed a hand over his bump, caressing it as she felt how turned on he actually was. The hybrid always wanted to win, but sometimes she just gave in. "Are you going to give in?" she whispered, leaning up to kiss his lips once more, caressing his member softly.

She was not one to give in easily, but she also didn't know how long she could deny herself just feeling him. He squeezed her breast, making her groan softly, her eyes falling half shut, but she was too stubborn to close them fully. Looking at him sometimes filled her with more excitement. "I won't say it until you admit that you're mine as well," she said, her fingers cupping his member, teasingly jerking it even though the fabric hindered her from touching her fully. She was sure her jeans would have a small wet spot on the inside with how he had kept pressing himself against her, but she didn't mind. "Say it ... On three," she murmured softly, looking in to his eyes. Even though it was childish, they usually settled things with just doing it at the same time. However if he wouldn't admit to it, she was sure to not enjoy this as much. "One ... Two ... Three," she counted, looking at him as her eyes turned slightly vulnerable.
It felt like she was going to stay quiet at first, but her lips separated. "Gareth Prideux," she spoke softly, running her hand up and away from his groin and up to cup his face instead. "I belong to you," she whispered. She hated giving in, but she had to at this point. She just needed to hear him admit it as well.

She saw the change in his eyes, and she knew she probably looked just as heart struck as he did when he finally gave in. Their lips sealed the deal, and she felt how he couldn't hold back any longer, his greed getting the better of him, but she minded none of it. In fact she wanted him to want her, looking at him as he started to pull off her pants. She couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he seemed to take her in, his words saying more than enough. "I thought you had wanted a quickie back at the apartment, and the last few times you've torn them off me - I've kinda lost a good amount of panties because of you," she said, after he had kissed her.
Biting her lower lip, she took his hand and guided it to her treasure. "I'm all yours," she whispered sweetly, yet rather seductive. His hand she left at her pubic bone, but she knew his fingers would soon start teasing her, making her moan, this time not holding back. She had given in, but it didn't mean she would just submit to everything he wanted. "Gareth," she purred softly, her eyes fluttering as she looked at him.

Ayalla had been with a couple of guys before Gareth, but none had seemed as attentive as he was, especially when it came to sex. His fingers teased her slightly, her eyes widening a bit, her pupils dilating slightly as he pressed two fingers in to at once, making her groan as she felt rather surprised that she could do that already. Her hands moved up to his hair, her nails digging in to his scalp as her hips moved in rhythm with his fingers teasing her insides. His beg made her moan, looking at him as he pleased her small bell now, making her whimper, her leg shaking a little. "Gareth, I'm yours ... Oh~ ... I belong to you," she murmured softly, her eyes battling to keep open to look at him.
Truth was when he was touching her, she swore he could make her say and do crazy things. Things that she didn't think anyone could make her do. He even haunted her imagination when she was having alone time. "Kiss me," she pleaded, her walls cramping slightly, her toes curling up at the pure pleasure he was providing her with.

He kept increasing his persistent movements, making her whimper and moan as if the sound were being pulled out of her by a string. His kisses were tender but a bit sporadic, however she could barely focus on his lips when his fingers kept stroking her sweet spot along with caressing her sensitive bell. Her walls started to almost pulsate, cramping as she felt herself so close, her back arching upwards as his tongue made contact with her nipple. However something seemed to change as he made his next demand, her eyes fluttering as she felt the high rush over her, digging her fingers in to his scalp as her legs started shaking. Gasping for air, she was grateful for him riding her down from it, but it almost felt like he was starting to build her another one. She didn't know if she could do as he demanded, feeling like saying those words would make it real. "Do - Do you love me?" she asked, frowning as she didn't really know what else to say.

Ayalla felt stupid. Fuck. She should've kept quiet, but she had just been too vulnerable. She shook her head, looking away. "I know," she mumbled. Of course she knew, she had just wanted to hear it, even if it was a lie. "Forget I said anything," she said, closing her eyes and breathing out. She had no right to be upset, and yet it stung her heart that he couldn't even tell her a lie. She moved her hands from his hair, down his chest until she reached his underwear. "Just ... Just make me feel like you do," she said, looking at him, feeling like she was too vulnerable. What was wrong with her? She had known what she was getting in to before everything with Gareth happened, and yet part of her thought that maybe she could make him change. Well not change, but maybe open up to her.
"Don't use a rubber," she said, moving his underwear down, her fingers gracing over his member. Ayalla was sterile, or that was what was stated in her files. It felt almost like she was just an animal when she caught glimpses of her files, but she had rarely told anyone about it. Vanessa knew, but she knew most things. "Just take me," she pleaded. Fuck she was weak right now, but she wanted to forget that she had acted stupid. Her hand had grabbed his member gently, jerking him softly, guiding his tip down to her entrance, letting him feel how wet she really was.

If he couldn't say it, she wanted to feel it. She wanted him to consume her whole being, make her crumble under him as he just took what he had claimed as his. Not really reacting at his chuckle, she was more focused on getting to feel him. She was lonely, she needed someone to be there for her, and Gareth was that one. Truth was she had fallen in love, the only thing she had promised herself not to do, she had done. He asked her what was up, but she shook her head, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Just let me feel like I'm loved," she pleaded, her eyes watering a bit, but she refused to cry. Was it really unfair to demand that feeling? "Make me feel like I matter," she said, jerking him still as she looked at him. Her heart was racing, but this time more because she was afraid. Afraid that because she was acting this way it would be their last time together. She wasn't ready to stop, she wasn't ready to break up what they had built.

Why couldn't he just do it? Why did he have to pull at her heartstrings and show that he cared? She snuggled up to him, hiding her face in to his chest and she felt so weak. And as she felt safe in his arms, she started to sob silently. She hated crying, her eyes getting puffy and her cheeks turning pink from the emotions in her body. She just laid there, hiding her face as she sobbed and she could barely feel her body.
After a while she grew silent, however she wasn't sleeping. Her mind was racing. She couldn't believe that he had the ability to make her cry like this. Why did he have to clutch on to her heart with claws? "I can't keep doing this," she whispered against his chest, sniffling softly as she turned to look at him. "Gareth, we're kidding ourselves," she said, looking down at the ring.

Ayalla sighed, nodding but she couldn't quite say the words herself. She actually expected him to get mad, and she bit her lower lip. He spoke about being the asshole and it made her frown, looking at him even though he was looking at the ceiling. "You don't have to do anything ... It's my own damn fault," she said, pressing her forehead against his chest. This had been a bad idea to begin with, and they just needed to face the truth that whatever they were or weren't needed to stop. "Here," she said, removing her necklace and taking the ring off of the chain. She had just gotten it, but it didn't mean anything anymore. This couldn't go on. She held out the ring for him, not knowing if he even wanted it back.

They had had a good month together. Not one that could actually classify as a real relationship, but he had cared for her. He had held her close, made her calm down and happy when she needed him to. But in the end it would have to be just that; the end. She got up, wiping her cheeks clean from tears before she started to get dressed. If she headed home it would just look weird. Maybe what she really needed was just to walk around town for a bit. "You don't get a choice in this," she said, placing the necklace and the ring on his nightstand as she had gotten dressed completely. She still felt weird. Lost in her head as he said something but she couldn't really focus. "Yeah yeah," she just mumbled, but she didn't really seem to listen. Fact was she felt out of it, feeling like her body was numbing up, hiding away how she truly felt. "I guess ... I'll see you around," she said, frowning as she didn't really know what to do now.
Heading down the stairs felt like deja-vu, but she knew she needed someone to be there with her. And she was not going to stay here, she couldn't, it was hurting too much. Gods, why did she have to fall in love with a Prideux? She knew it wouldn't turn out great and yet she had ignored it. She got out to the streets, biting the side of her thumb as she felt like she had heard Gareth mention something about Darren. Should she check up on him? She decided to shoot him a text, not even sure if he was even up at this point.

[Messages between Darren and Ayalla]
[Ayalla:] Hey, I don't know if you're up
[Ayalla:] I kinda need someone to talk to
[Ayalla:] It's alright if you're busy
[Ayalla:] ...
[Ayalla:] Meet me in front of the opera house if you're up