The soft glow of morning light filtered through the
room as Stephany lay comfortably on Roger,
her head resting on his chest.
She perked up, her Charoite-Purple eyes sparkling
as she flashed him a warm smile,
her messy hair framing her face
like a picture-perfect moment.
Roger, still basking in the afterglow,
trailed his fingers lazily along her neck.
His touch was light, almost teasing,
before his hand found its way to the back of her head.
Without a word, he pulled her closer,
his lips capturing hers in a kiss that
was both tender and electrifying.
Stephany melted into the kiss,
their lips moving in a seamless rhythm as her
hands gently rested against his chest.
It was a perfect moment—until
she pulled back slightly,
her lips curling into a sly smile.
"We should probably prepare to get out of here,"
she murmured, her tone sweet yet suggestive.
Before Roger could respond,
Stephany leaned in and—much to his
surprise—licked his cheek,
her tongue leaving a warm, damp trail.
Roger froze, blinking at her in disbelief.
"What the hell was that?" he asked,
his voice laced with amusement and shock.
Stephany tilted her head,
her smile widening mischievously.
"Just something special for you and only you,"
she purred, her tone playful
as she batted her eyelashes dramatically.
Roger wasn't one to be outdone.
"Oh, is that how we're playing it now?"
he quipped, leaning forward with a devilish grin.
Without hesitation, he returned the
favor—but instead of her cheek,
he boldly licked her breast,
his hand simultaneously sliding down
to caress her inner thigh.
Stephany gasped, half from the sensation
and half from sheer embarrassment.
"Roger!" she squealed,
her cheeks blazing red.
But Roger's playful grin quickly
vanished as his hand grazed something
unexpected—a warm, thick liquid.
He immediately pulled back,
his eyes wide with alarm.
"WHOA! What—what is this?!"
he exclaimed, holding up his
hand as if it were evidence in a courtroom.
His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.
"This isn't period blood, is it?
No shot you're on your period,
right? Wait..." His eyes narrowed,
his voice rising in disbelief.
"Don't tell me—you're a virgin?!"
Stephany's face turned an even deeper
shade of crimson as she struggled to find
the right words. "Uh... well..."
She fidgeted nervously, avoiding his gaze.
"My period doesn't start until the 15th,
so, no... it's not that," she clarified,
her voice barely above a whisper.
Roger's jaw dropped, his mind reeling
as he tried to process her admission.
"And... yeah..." Stephany continued hesitantly,
her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the couch.
"That was... my first time.
So, um, yes... I'm a virgin—or was, I guess."
She glanced up at him nervously,
her expression a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.
Roger stared at her, completely gob smacked.
"You're serious?!" he blurted out,
his voice cracking slightly.
Stephany nodded sheepishly,
offering him a shy smile.
"Yeah... surprise?"
For a moment, the room was silent.
Then Roger, unable to contain himself,
let out a sudden, incredulous laugh.
"Oh my God, Stephany!"
he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You seriously decided to spring this on me now?
After all that?!"
Stephany buried her face in her hands,
groaning. "I didn't think it would be a
big deal!" she mumbled through her fingers.
"Not a big deal?" Roger echoed, still laughing.
"You're telling me I just popped your cherry,
and you're acting like it's some casual Tuesday?!"
"Stop saying it like that!"
Stephany whined, swatting at his arm.
But her own laughter began to bubble up,
betraying her attempts to act annoyed.
Roger pulled her close,
his expression softening as he kissed her forehead.
"You're incredible, you know that?"
he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth.
Stephany peeked up at him,
her cheeks still flushed but her smile sincere.
"You're not so bad yourself,"
she whispered, resting her head
against his chest as the two of them shared
a moment of quiet intimacy,
their laughter and teasing
lingering in the air like a sweet memory. The evening air was cool as Stephany and Roger
made their way to the parking lot,
the dim glow of streetlights casting long shadows
across the pavement. Their earlier "activities"
in the office lingered between them,
unspoken but thick with tension.
Stephany stayed close to Roger,
her shoulder brushing his occasionally,
her violet eyes darting toward him
before quickly looking away.
(Come on, Steph. Just ask him.
You're not some timid schoolgirl.)
Roger noticed the way she was acting—fidgeting with her keys,
glancing at him like she was trying to
figure out how to say something without embarrassing herself.
A slow, knowing grin spread across his face.
(She wants something. Probably me again.
Let's see how long it takes her to work up the nerve.)
As they reached their cars,
Stephany finally broke the silence,
her voice soft but deliberate.
"Roger, I want… Hey, are you free tonight?"
Roger stopped, his grin widening as he
leaned casually against the hood of his car.
"Besides heading home?" he asked,
his tone dripping with playful curiosity.
"Not really doing anything. Why?"
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing.
"Are you inviting me over, Stephany?"
Her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as
she avoided his gaze. "Well…" she began,
fumbling with her keys, trying to appear nonchalant.
"You did save my life today,
so I thought I'd, um, pay you
back by… cooking you a meal."
Roger couldn't help but laugh—a deep,
amused chuckle that filled the quiet parking lot.
"(Cooking? Really? After what we just did in the office?
Come on, Steph. You're not fooling anyone.)"
"Oh, is that right?" he said,
his voice laced with amusement.
"You're just trying to feed me? Nothing else?"
Stephany's blush deepened,
and she glared at him, though it lacked any real heat.
"What else would it be?" she shot back,
her tone more defensive than she intended.
"(God, he's impossible! Just say yes already!)"
Roger leaned in slightly,
his smirk turning devilish.
"Well, I should probably head home and
check on Hunter," he said, his tone intentionally casual.
Stephany froze, her violet eyes widening.
She couldn't let him leave. Not yet.
"Roger," she said firmly, stepping closer,
"can't you just call him?
You don't have to go home right away."
Roger tilted his head,
watching her with that same infuriating smirk.
"Steph, are you really this determined to feed me?
Or is there… something else on the menu tonight?"
Her face turned scarlet,
and she quickly looked away,
gripping her keys so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"(He knows. Damn it, he knows!
Why does he have to be such a smug bastard about it?)"
"I just… wanted to do something nice for you,"
she said, her voice quieter now but still tinged with frustration.
She glanced at him, her violet eyes shimmering with sincerity.
"You've done so much for me today,
and I—well, I… appreciate you."
Roger's smirk softened,
his teasing giving way to genuine
warmth for a brief moment.
"(She's trying so hard. It's cute, really.
But damn, she's terrible at
hiding what she really wants.)"
"Alright, alright," he said,
holding up his hands in mock surrender.
"You win. I'll call Hunter and
let him know I'll be out a little later."
Stephany's face lit up with relief,
though she quickly turned her back to him,
pretending to unlock her car to hide
the smile spreading across her lips.
"(Finally! He's coming over.
Now I just need to figure out how to not mess this up.)"
Roger opened his car door,
glancing at her with a wicked grin.
"You know, Steph," he said,
his voice low and teasing,
"if you wanted me to come over and
fuck you again, you could've just said so."
Stephany froze, her whole body stiffening
as her face turned an impossibly brighter shade of red.
She whipped her head around to glare at him,
her lips parted in shock.
"Just shut up and follow me,"
she snapped, her voice a mix of
embarrassment and irritation.
Roger laughed heartily as he slid
into the driver's seat, starting the engine with ease.
"(God, she's adorable when she's flustered.)"
"Alright, alright," he called out through the open window,
his smirk ever-present.
"Lead the way, Snow Queen."
Stephany didn't respond,
instead hurrying into her car.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly,
her heart pounding in her chest as she started the car.
"(Calm down, Steph. You've got this.
Just keep it cool. No awkwardness.)"
As she pulled out of the parking lot,
she glanced in her rearview mirror,
watching Roger's car fall in line behind her.
A small, satisfied smile crept onto her face.
"(He's coming over. Let's see how long I can keep my composure…)"
Roger followed closely,
his thoughts drifting back to their
earlier encounter in the office.
"(She's lucky she's cute.
And that I can't seem to say no to her.
This is going to be one hell of a night.)"