Her tongue that moves like a snake in your mouth,
"Ahnn~ Harder!",
He rock his hips, making soft, short thrusts.
Yes, my darling, yes!",
She envelops him,
Her innermost self began an captivating dance. Tight contractions between her hips against his thrusts that awakened sensations, and her touch on his hulking shoulder is like a gentle sorcery.
Her tongue whistled a playful serenade, its tip tracing against the delicate plump of his lips, making the tender and red skin tremble and flutter,
His response are instinctive, his movements becoming swift and relentless, an urgency that mirrored the pulsing intensity of her desire.
It's a maelstrom of ecstasy,
Her voice bursts into a melody of moans. Her fingers, like claws, sank deeper into his back, the sharpness of her nails and the all-consuming pleasure that threatened to engulf her.
"I am coming!", he moaned
He is indeed coming,
For she is Alie.
Enticing, dangerous, and impossible to escape once she had her grip on you. She wrapped herself around people effortlessly, bringing ecstasy-- despair and agony.
Beneath her allure, there was something untamed,
A restlessness. A hunger.
The moment she stepped away from the hotel bed, the illusion shattered. The seduction faded into something colder, something more calculated.
She wiped off her lipstick, her reflection smirking back at her. The cash in her hand felt lighter than it should have, and for a brief second, a flicker of dissatisfaction crossed her face.
But then she smiled a perfect smile, practiced. Just like always.
She exhaled slowly, igniting the smoke on her mouth, watching the curl of smoke rise from her lips. Her attention was fixed on the phone in her hand. Her fingers scrolled through Nicole's messages.
Seen.
A flicker of irritation passed over her face.
Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, frustrated, and annoyed.
With a sigh, she stubbed out her cigarette against the sink, watching the embers die beneath her fingertips getting washed away beneath it.
Her phone vibrated again, a message from her so-called 'friends.'
"She's at the mall."
A smirk curled at the corner of her lips.
"So, you're still running away from me, Nicole?",
Just as she was about to gather her things, a hand that is large, firm, and possessive coiled around her waist, pulling her back against a broad chest.
"You're leaving already?" The man's voice was thick with exhaustion, stained with the bit of pleasure she had offered,
She didn't stiffen, nor did she lean into his touch. She simply tilted her head, her pink hair running over her shoulder as she turned to look at him through the elegant lashes in her eyes
"Yeah," she replied, her voice was soft like silk, but laced with poison. "It's unfortunate, isn't it? I wanted this moment to last between the two of us."
The man chuckled, tracing circles against her bare skin. "Can I call you again next time?"
Her lips parted into a slow, knowing smile.
"Of course, babe. You're welcome anytime you want."
She peeled his fingers off her waist with ease and slipped away, the moment ending as quickly as it had begun. The door clicked shut behind her leaving the false reassurance that she had planted on him.
Getting him addicted, possibly obsessive, drawing him closer and closer to her allure, and when the right moment comes,
Her poison will devour his whole being,
Because she is Alie.
Wickedly divine, a beauty adorned in thorns, leaving ivy's kiss and venom's embrace in her wake.
The night found her wrapped in ecstasy,
But morning found Nicole under the fluorescent glow of a classroom, her exhaustion pressing against her like an unseen hand.
Hours ago, the Biochemistry classroom was filled with the soft murmurs of students flipping through their notes, a quiet anticipation lingering in the air.
Nicole, resting her head on her arms, had drifted off into a light sleep. Exhaustion clung to her, seemingly growing heavier by the day. The hum of the ceiling fan and the rhythmic scribbles of pens on paper created a lullaby she had unknowingly succumbed to.
A gentle tap on her shoulder took her away from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the blinds.
Ryan stood before her, a test paper in his hand.
"I am sorry, did I wake you up?" his voice was quiet, almost hesitant.
She straightened herself, brushing strands of hair away from her face. "No, it's fine. Thank you."
She accepted the paper without much thought.
Her eyes trailed over the test sheet, scanning the red marks and circled answers. The weight in her chest deepened. The score wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good either.
"How are your scores?" he asked. She hesitated.
"T...they're fine."
His gaze lingering. "I can see that with the look in your eyes…"
"Good for you." She forced a smile, pushing the paper aside.
"I'm sorry, I'll head back now... but good job." He smiled, genuine and warm. "I'll help you in any way I can if you need it." He turned and walked back to his seat.
Her gaze fell back onto his test paper, her fingers tracing the bold red '98' at the top. Her lips parted slightly, before she finally spoke.
"Congratulations."
Ryan turned, slightly startled. "H-huh?"
"For getting only two mistakes." A sheepish chuckle escaped her.
"Thank you, I guess?" He rubbed the back of his neck before facing forward again.
Before the quiet could settle again, their professor, Miss Sierra, entered the room, clipboard in hand.
She glanced at the students before announcing, that there won't be any lecture today. Instead, they will be working on the project in groups. As she will be out attending to her thesis, so taking this time to discuss amongst themselves is crucial.
The students exchanged glances before murmurs filled the room. Ryan and Nicole were grouped together by chance.
"I'll bring the color pencils next week," one student declared. "Who's gonna make the diagram? I ain't good at drawing... unless you want stick figures?",
"I'll do it." Nicole silently blurted after a long pause,
"Alright, Nicole will be in charge of the diagram. And since we all agree that Mister Ryan will answer the assessment sheets, I'll assist him," another member decided.
The arrangement was made, and before long, the professor dismissed the other students who weren't part of the psychology department.
As Nicole stood to leave, Ryan stopped her.
"You almost forgot this again." He handed her a G-tech ballpen. Nicole blinked, then accepted it.
"… Thank you." He tilted his head slightly. "You're always in a hurry, as far as I can observe."
"Time is fleeting. I still have a lot of work to do, so, yeah…"
She lifted the pen slightly in acknowledgment before turning to leave. Ryan watched her go, her words echoing in his mind.
"Time is fleeting, huh?"
Outside the classroom, Nicole's fingers tapped against her phone screen. A message from a user named "Janey" flickered ominously,
"You know I hate late people."
Her hands trembled slightly. She inhaled sharply before exhaling through her nose.
"It's always like this…"
"Oh, it's Nicole!" A cheerful voice called out. "Hey, do you want to hang out later at the karaoke? We don't have any classes tomorrow, so--"
She forced a polite smile. "It's alright, thank you. But I still have a lot of things to do."
"Oh… that's really unfortunate. Well, maybe next time then! See you around, Nicole!"
Their voices faded as they walked away, and her smile dropped instantly. They always act like that, so friendly, but behind closed doors, their words are knives.
Her mind flickered to the past whispers behind her back in high school, fake smiles, backhanded compliments.
A void filled in her stomach.
"I can't escape it. This is what I've done to myself."
And yet, amidst the bitterness, she remembered a single moment of warmth
"Good job. I'll do anything to help you if I can." a smile escaped her lips
Her fingers clenched into fists before she forced herself forward,
She did not break-- she withered,
And her smile was the last trace of red color before her petals completely fell.