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He looks up and slightly smiles,
waiting for me to tell him something

"You're pretty," he raises one eyebrow
and tilts his head; I don't care if he sees right through me, as long as this works.

I need to get out of here without
everyone throwing a fit and
getting him all mad and insecure

"Am I?" He asks in a humorous voice,
I nod and look down
at his lips, then one eye to the next.

"Come here," he stands up, and walks around the desk, eyeing me
suspiciously but still looking at my body with lust in his perfect eyes.

I keep a soft smile on my face the
whole time, trying not to overdo
it because that's too suspicious

He keeps a small space between us and
I realize I might need to step it up a bit.

Before he can speak I grab his tie,
pulling him down to my height,
I slam my lips onto his and he moves
one hand to the dip of my waist

The feelings I get almost make me tipsy
and I realize I'm just as fucked as him,
I don't know how I convince myself I
won't feel anything when he touches me.

For a second he pulls his lips away from
mine but pulls our bodies closer

"I know you want something,"

Well, I might've been too obvious but I'm not really focused on that right now, he interlocks our fingers while he kisses me but I pull away before he can get too far

"If you knew then why were you going
along with me?" He runs his
thumb over my bottom lip and smiles

"I wanted something too,"

My body gets even hotter, including
my face which I'm sure is
red right now. He starts pulling me
over to the sofa, laying me down,
and getting on top of me.

I don't do anything to stop him and
I'm not planning to, the making out
gets warmer and messier, resulting
in our breathing becoming uneven.

He lifts my back with one hand while unzipping my dress with the other.

All of my priorities and schemes leave
my mind while I'm laying under
him with his lips on my neck and
his hands roaming all over my body.

I can't even remember why I'm in
here and what I wanted;
then we both hear someone knock
on the door, bringing us to a halt

Aleksander gets up quickly, mumbling something about murder;

He opens the door revealing Louis,
I know he can't see me because of how
the couch is positioned but he'll know

"What?" Aleksander asks in an
annoyed voice,

Louis looks at his messy hair and unbuttoned shirt then glances behind
him, probably trying to look for me.

I can't believe I forgot about Louis,
he was still standing in the hall waiting
for me, he's seen me in worse condition
but it's still extremely embarrassing.

"Why are you breathing so- oh my god!"
he says in disgust, then proceeds to
turn around and pretend to throw up.

Aleksander glances at me with
an annoyed look and then
tries to close the door but Louis stops
him and stops pretending

"What the fuck do you want?" Louis
laughs and puts a hand up "I don't
know, Marceline, what did we want?!"

Aleksander looks over at me and waits
for an answer, his eyes slowly
trailing down my nearly naked body.