Insomniac Troublemaker

Remi plunged into the bed as Uee suggested and pulled up the sheet over her head, closing her eyes shut to pretend asleep. She didn't desire to watch him... in front of her eyes at a time like this, when she herself was confused whether if she really was attracted, after what she thought she did while drunk. She still was finding it difficult to believe such a story but that was the only explanation, and Lay himself said he never bothered premarital sex, so why would he touch her?

Remi was swimming within the pool of her thoughts when the door slid open. She grasped the sheet over her more firmly as the person who entered wasn't Uee. The feeble footsteps were clearly heard as her senses were full on alert. As the body reached closer, she felt the same pull and predicted the person to be Lay. A large bony hand studied her long leg, thankfully covered within her thick jeans but the touch was electric. However, she continued her act.
Lay didn't stop there too. He pressed her feet softly within his palms and then slowly and easily dragged down her loose jeans, tossing the wear on the floor. Remi cursed herself for not wearing any panties. She slightly covered the private part with the sheet and pulled down the edge of her tore shirt to hide her butt. Lay still didn't catch her fake act and continued to press his hand against her bare leg, gradually raising upto her ass, cupping the butt-cheeks harshly.

Remi bit her lower lip and held onto the sheets. She never predicted that her act would cause her so much damage. The Lay she knew was coward enough, not dare touch her even in sleep. Is it the outcome of last night? Did he get the wrong message? Numerous queries arised in her mind, but all without an answer. Lay circled his hand on the cheek and then slapped it. Remi opened her eyes in reflex but Lay was standing at her back so he didn't get the chance to catch her red handed.

Finally, he withdrew his hand and Remi sighed in relief, inwardly. But to her dismay, now even the sheet was slipping down. Her hands slightly lost their strength and the next moment, the sheet was on the floor too. She was gone too far in her act that she wasn't sure what to do next. Open her eyes, slap him and kick him out of the room; or just keep on pretending and wait for his next moment. She chose the 2nd option and shut closed her eyes. She moved her hand down to hide that part and prayed for mercy.

Lay, after taking off his shirt, walked to the other side of the bed and descended his body onto the mattress, next to the girl who had him aroused. He stared at her eyes hidden under the eye lids, decorated with thick black lashes. He slid down the rear of his hand over her heated cheek, pausing at her partly opened lips, rubbing his thumb against the wrinkled skin of her lower lip. His hand was continuously irritating her but she had to endure the torture. Her chest was almost exposed and she wasn't allowed to cover it with shirt, she now hated. What shirt tears so easily?

"I can't live with this killing stress!" Lay murmured and stared at her blessed cleavage, darting back his attention to her closed eyes. He pulled her forward and kissed her. She knew now he won't stop at just that but she still acted asleep and waited for him to cross his limits, just then she'll show him what trouble he was going to be in. So, she let him have his time and allowed his lips to touch hers, more in a sensual way, more than enough. He kissed again, this time plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She squeaked at the sudden bravery and shivered under his touch. Knowing that Remi actually wasn't sleeping, he drew back for a second and stared into her opened eyes. He fell silent as he had no clarification to what he was doing. But she didn't ask.

She was breathing heavily with a very voluptuous body almost on display. He dragged the shirt down her shoulder and she abruptly closed his eyes with both her hands. He never stopped and tore the shirt from the front completely.

"I've seen you." He muttered and teased the skin over her midriff with his fingertips.

"Lay!" She pushed him away and he tugged onto her shirt which slid down her body. She got off the bed and ran to the side, now facing the wall to hide her naked front side. Lay huffed at the shirt which was now entangled in his hand. Leaving her tore shirt at the bed, he followed her and stood right behind her with hands in his uniform pants pockets. She pinned her front to the wall.

"Remi..." He whispered and blood rushed to her cheeks.

"I..... I am sorry...... f-for what I did. I was drunk...." She told in a shaky voice.

"But I am turned on." He glared and swayed away her long hair to a side, watching her naturally arched back and sexy shoulder bones. "How can you have such a perfect body?" Now was not the time to act all feeble, but her heart kept on liquifying at the soft touch of his hand sliding over her back bone. "It's not my fault anymore. I have no control."

"Don't say t---"

His hand cupped her butt cheek again and she bit her lower lip.

"T-things.... like that." She murmured.

"Can't you act drunk right now?" He pressed her body against the wall.

"Leave!" She ordered almost delicately.

"Sorry..." He whispered and kissed the nape of her neck and yanked her hair back, stroking the front of her neck, moving down to her chest. He turned her around and grabbed her hands, stretching her arms upwards; and did a full scan from head to toe, missing little details but engulfing all the basic structure. Her body was better than s-line and he knew why she wore all those loose clothes, to keep the wolves away from the craving meet. She lost the strength to resist his actions. He lowered his head and rubbed his nose against her collar bone. "Tell me... if you are real?"

She just sighed heavily in response. "Lay..." She hardly pronounced. "Don't."

He caught her lips and locked them perfectly with hers, while lowering her arms along with his own.. Her full breast was hanging against his bare chest, and she was at a lose to handle the situation. Rather, her body was moving along with the flow. She thought if she really was still drunk because she couldn't get mad at him. Her legs started shaking.

He inhaled her scent and it drove him crazy. He retreated back, giving a certain space between them. He caressed her breast under his sensitive finger tips. "Are you not aroused?" He asked almost astonished at her self check. His thumbed rubbed her protrusion in circles. She firmly pressed her lips together and closed her eyes, throwing back her head and frowned. "Look at me!" He instructed.

"Leave..." She bit her upper lip. "Le-eave."

"I won't until you go off guard."

"I already am!" She opened her eyes wildly and yelled at him; this time pushing him away harshly. "This will be the last time." She cried in anger.

He dumbfounded, drew back himself back.

"Yeah... now leave." She shouted with an unstable vocals and turned back again to conceal her front, which remained no secret to him.

He frowned and striked her with his killing stare. "I know you want me." He uttered. "And if you can control... I can control better." Coz that's what I am doing since day one. He picked up his t-shirt and left the room.

Notes

You guys can hate me for all this teasing but I have to move along with the storyline in created in my mind.....
so again sorry