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Long lost buddies?
Party
 Created on 2-6-07
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"Hey, Kasey, ready to go party?" "Oh yeah, Jenn. I'm psyched. I'm so ready, I can drown myself in your fucking pool." She said, voice sarcastic, as she snapped her cuffs onto her wrist. Jenn laughed. "Relax. You'll have fun! And, you might even meet a guy!" She rolled her eyes. "I don't need a guy. I'm perfectly fine with out one. Besides, men are a species that have a strange instinct that tells them to screw everything that has legs, with or with out their permission." Jenn sighed. "Its not like that happens often. It never even happened to you, so i don't know why you're insisting on that." "I was just lucky." "It never happened to me either! And i have a boyfriend! You like him!" "He's an exception." "Only cause you actually know him." Kasey rolled her eyes. "Whatever." ****** At the club downtown, they stepped inside, Kasey dreading every guy that would probably come up to her, while Jenn grew excited at the hope of playing matchmaker for her best friend. They found themselves a table near the dance floor, despite Kasey's begging for a table near the back, and ordered their drinks. "So. See anyone you like?" Kasey rolled her eyes. "Jenn, please don't start this." "Look, you need a man to get you out of your shell! You're dead set against men, and it's so unhealthy!" "It's not. I'm perfectly fine." "That's very true." came a male voice, from behind Kasey. Both of their eyes turned to him, and he stepped next to Kasey. Looking down at her with a smirk, he asked, "Want to dance?" "No thanks." His mouth twitched. "Why not?" His voice was too calm, and she knew he had an ego. Most likely, a very large one. She turned back to him with a fake smile. "Because i am way out of your league." His smirk grew, and he pulled up a chair, sitting down next to her. "You sound like you've got a lot of tension. Lack of sex?" She glared at him. "Sex is overrated. And you're not getting any from me." "Do i at least get a name?" "No." "Then at least dance with me." "No." He watched her with a confident smirk. That expression drove her insane, and she had the strong urge to punch that smirk off his face. "Are you afraid of me?" She gasped. "You wish!" "Then prove it." He smiled a slanted smile. "Dance with me." She narrowed her eyes at him. "In your dreams." He chuckled. "Then i must be dreaming." He gripped her arm, and pulled her up, with no problem at all. Despite her struggle, he managed to lead her to the center of the floor. "Hey! I said let me go!" She shouted over the music, pulling at her wrists. He smiled slyly, and placed a hand at the small of her back, pulling her against him. He smoothly bent so that his lips were merely a centimeter away from her ear. "Keep struggling, people will start to stare." She tried to push away from him, growing angrier by the second. "You can't force me to dance with you, you asshole!" He smirked again. "I already am, sweetheart." "Don't call me that." She hissed. "Well, i don't have a name to call you." She pursed her lips. "Let me go, and you won't need to have a name." "Not gonna happen." She groaned. Suddenly, Jenn appeared by their side. "Her name is Kasey. She's twenty four, and she's single. Ignore the attitude." She grinned at Kasey's seething expression. She winked, and happily made her way back to the table. The man grinned mischievously at her red cheeks, and said, "Kasey. Suits you well, i think." "Ugh, just leave me the fuck alone!" He chuckled, having no problem holding her waist against his. "I'm going to ignore that. I like you, Kasey." "Yeah, well i really don't like you!" "My name's Nam." "I don't care!" "I'm twenty four." "So?!" "I'm single too." "Again, i really don't care!" He chuckled. "Shut up, will you?" She gasped. "Like hell i will!" He raised his eyebrows. "Hmm. Well, maybe if i do this..." He swooped down, and pushed his lips against hers, expertly sending shivers down her spine. He pulled away slowly, one hand sliding down her back to rest at her waist as well. He grinned at her shocked expression. "I guess it worked." Her wide eyes narrowed in anger, and her hand flew up, but just before colliding with his face, Nam's hand snatched it. He smiled slyly. "Don't bother with that. I have great reflexes." She groaned. "I hate you!" "I'm sure you do." "Let me go." "Nope." "Now!" "No." "I'm serious!" "So am i." "Fuck you!" "Go right ahead." "Oh my god." "Yes?" She groaned. "I hate you so much, you have no idea." He grinned. "I might." "Hey, Nam!" Someone shouted, over the music. At the voice, Nam's hold on Kasey loosened, and she took the opportunity to wrench herself out of his grip, and ran towards the back exit. "Hey!" Nam shouted, running after her. She burst through the doors onto the sidewalk, and found the car in the parking lot, running towards it. She screamed as something collided with her, throwing her front-first into the drivers side of the car. Hands were on either side of her, and a breath hit the skin on her neck. Nam purred, "Nice try, Kasey." She spun around to face him, but froze for only a moment, not expecting him to be so close. "Get away from me." He smirked down at her. "No thanks." "This is harassment!" He chuckled. "Like you're not enjoying the attention." She gasped. "Like hell i am!" His eyes held a strange glint to them, and without changing a single thing in his expression, he slyly slid his hand down her side, and over her waist. "Well, you must be enjoying this..." He purred, as his hand outlined the shape of her rear end, sliding down the back of her leg. She remained silent, her voice gone. Her heartbeat quickened, as did her breath, and his touch sent a wave of strange sensation throughout her body. He noticed her change of expression, and smirked. "Looks like someone here's having some dirty thoughts." His hand traveled back up to her rear end. "You're being a very naughty girl..." With that, he squeezed her butt, causing her to inhale sharply. He pressed his lips to her neck, and pressed light, feathery kisses to her shoulder. His eyes looked into her car as he did this, and he noticed a sticker on her dashboard. His lips froze. "Kasey, you went to Apollo High school?" "Yes. Can you get off me now?" Her breath was still a bit erotic, but she was controlling it a little better. He stepped back, surprising her with his obedience. "What's your last name?" She sent him a disgusted look. "I'm not giving you my last name!" He shut his eyes, almost hopefully. "It's not Olsom, is it?" She gaped at him. "It- .... How did you know that?" He stepped back away from her, and ran his hands through his hair. "Fuck! Okay, this is officially the worst coincidence i have ever gone through." He spun away from her. She raised an eyebrow. "Mind filling me in?" He spun back towards her. "Do you recall a certain... enemy from your school days?" "Only one, but he's-" Her eyes caught his, and then realization dawned on her. "No. Way." "Yes way! I can't believe i was planning on showing you a good time!" He shuddered. "What good time? I bet you can't give anyone a good time with something that small." He quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?" "Very much so." "See, I'd prove just how good i am, but i won't give you the pleasure." She laughed sarcastically. "Right! Cause you can give me any pleasure!" "I could if i wanted to. But see, i really, really don't." She shrugged. "That's perfectly fine with me, cause even thinking about you in that way makes me fucking sick to my stomach." He smirked. "Well, you seemed to enjoy that little preview i gave you." She gasped. "You call that a preview?!" She laughed. "That was the worst fucking preview I've ever had to go through!" "Right, cause people have actually bothered giving someone as hideous as you a preview." "As a matter of fact, Nam, they have." "Okay, if you want to keep talking about sex, go find someone who'll hire you for it." She gasped. "I am not a whore, you fucking asshole! You're the one who's been coming on to me all night!" He glared at her. "That was before i realized you were a disgusting, pathetic excuse of a woman." His words stung, but she had better. "Well, at least i have people around me who love me." She stepped closer to him. "Where's your family, Nam"Her voice was bittersweet, and she knew she struck a nerve. His lip curled in rage, and he stormed off. She smirked in triumph, and got into Jenn's car. Tina was going to have to find her own way home, after making Kasey go through that. "Jenn?" Nam inquired, tapping her shoulder as she sat at the bar with a few girls. "Hey!" She said, when she recognized him as the man with Kasey. "How'd it go?" She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked around. "Where's Kasey?" "I personally could care less, but she drove off." She gasped. "With my car?! God, what did you do?!" He raised his hands in defense. "Me?! I didn't do anything! I was trying to show her a good time, but she kept bitching, and then i realized who the fuck she was!" Jenn quirked an eyebrow. "And.... who is she?" "Kasey Olson!" "Yes? And?" "And! Do you have any idea who I am?!" She shook her head. "Nam Nguyen!" Her eyes widened. "Oh!" She said, happily. Then, her happy face fell. "Oh..." "Yeah, 'oh'! That was fucking horrible!" "How? Before you knew who she was, everything was fine." "Exactly. That was before i knew who she was. Duh." Jenn sighed. "You two..." "What." She took a sip from her drink. "In high school, everyone was talking about the chemistry between you two." He scoffed. "The only chemistry between us was the one telling me to back off before we strangled each other." "No, you guys have that spark!" "Sparks between us only fly when we're firing curses at each other. And it's not the spark you mean." She sighed. "You people are so stubborn." He rolled his eyes. By the end of the night, the club had emptied considerably, and it was just the two of them at the bar. "So." Nam began, taking a swig of his beer. "What's new with you?" "Well, as of now, i have a boyfriend." He raised an eyebrow. "You have a boyfriend, and you came to a club with out him?" "Oh, he knows. But i didn't come for me, i came for Kasey." He rolled his eyes. "She doesn't seem like the club kind of person." She laughed. "She isn't. But i dragged her here to get her to mingle with some men. She needs one, you know." He laughed. "The only man she needs is someone to spank her every five seconds." Jenn smirked. "You'd love that, wouldn't you." He made a face. "I'm not touching her ass." She laughed. "Come on, you know you like it. You used to check her out in high school." He gaped at her. "I did not!" "Yes you did! We all saw it!" He glared at her. "What, it's true!" "Kasey Olson's ass is not one i find particularly pleasant, thanks." "Whatever. You want to come over and stay the night at my house?" He raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, my boyfriend's there, and it's a pretty big house." He shrugged. "Why not." "I'll be driving your car, i assume?" "What! No way." "Aw, come on, I'm a good driver! Besides, it'll be distracting for you to keep listening to me give you directions." He sighed. "Fine. But one scratch, and you're paying for it." She rolled her eyes. "Men and their cars..." ****** On the way to Jenn's house, it was silent for some time, until she decided to speak. "So." Jenn began. "Why do you and Kasey hate each other so much?" He sighed. "It's an old family rivalry thing." She smiled. "Like Romeo and Juliet!" "No, it is not like Romeo and Juliet." He said, voice stern. She giggled. "Okay, go on then." "Well, basically, my parents hated her parents, and so did their parents, and the hate trickled down to us, and... that's pretty much it." "So why can't you just be like, 'screw family rivalry'?" "Because." He smiled. "We were too cruel to each other." She laughed. "Oh yeah, i remember those pranks you two used to pull." He grinned. "Good times, good times." When they finally arrived at Jenn's house, she got out, and threw him his keys, leading him to the front door. "Kevin usually waits in the living room for me." She knocked. He raised his eyebrows. "You've got him wrapped around your finger, haven't you." She giggled. "Nah, he just loves me." He chuckled. The door opened, and a tall, brown haired young man opened the door. "Hey!" He greeted, cheerfully enveloping Jenn in a hug. He planted a sweet little kiss on her lips, and then noticed Nam. "Jenn, i thought i told you no more booty calls!" He said, joking. Nam grinned. "She wishes i was her booty call." Jenn glared at him playfully. "Ha, ha, real funny." He laughed. "So, come on in, I'll show you your room. Oh, Kevin, can you lend him some shorts or something for him to sleep in?" "Sure thing, love." He climbed the stairs. Jenn lead him to the kitchen. "Want any late night snacks before heading to bed?" "No thanks." She smiled, just when Kevin came down with a pair of boxer shorts. He handed them to Nam. "Don't worry, they're clean." He smiled. "Thanks, man." "Anytime." "Great." Jenn said. "Come on, bed time, then." She lead him upstairs, and down a long hallway. She stopped at the door at the very end, opened it and pushed him inside, immediately slamming the door shut. "What the-" His eyes landed on the full-sized bed, where a figure had just shot up in surprise. He flicked on the lights, and his eyes widened when he saw Kasey. "Oh FUCK no!" He spun around, and tried to turn the door knob, but it was locked from the outside. "Jenn!" He banged on the door. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" Kasey, said, holding the sheets up over her chest. He groaned. "Come on, this isn't funny!" From the other side of the door, both he and Kasey heard, "You two are going to have to settle your differences, or neither one of you are leaving this room. Mkay? Night!" She ended, cheerfully. He groaned again, and banged his head against the door. "Why me?" He muttered. "God... i hate her so much right now..." Kasey said, running her fingers through her hair. He turned around, and faced her. "Well. You get the bed, huh?" She glared at him. "No shit, sherlock. I'm already in it." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, i say we roll for it." She raised an eyebrow. "Roll?" "Yeah, roll. You know, with dice? The thing with six sides?" "I know what you mean, smart ass!" "Good. I was beginning to worry that your brain was even smaller than i thought it was." She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Do you have dice?" She asked, crossing her arms. "No." "So how do you expect to roll for it?" She rolled her eyes again. "If you keep rolling your eyes, they'll get stuck that way." She raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell said that?!" "I did." "Figures." "Whatever, let's flip a coin then." "Fine." "Fine." "Fine." "Fine." "Get a damn coin, you idiot!" She said, frustrated. "Fine." She groaned. He smirked, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a quarter from his wallet. "Heads or Tails?" "Heads." He flipped the coin, and let it land on the carpet. "Tails. I win!" He grinned. She gasped. "No!" "Yes!" He smirked, stepping over to the bed. She gripped the sheets even tighter against her. "No, i got here first!" "So? I won!" He reached for the sheet, but she slapped his hand away. He groaned, gripped the covers, and yanked them away, raising his eyebrow at what was revealed. She was in merely a black bra, and black panties. Her cheeks burned a bright red, and she snatched the sheets back. "Pervert!" He scoffed. "Like i haven't seen better." "Do i care? You were still staring." She glared at him. "Yeah, at how ugly you are." She rolled her eyes. "You're so immature." "I guess that makes two of us, doesn't it." "Sure, whatever." "Well, since you won't leave, and i won, i guess we're sharing the bed." "What?! God no!" "Then get off the bed." "No!" He shrugged, and pulled off his shirt, and his pants. She made a sound of disgust as she caught sight of a checkered bikini. "What the hell?!" He grinned. "Like what you see?" "You wish. I've seen bigger and better, thanks." "Sure you have." He pulled on Kevin's shorts, and slid under the covers. "Hey! What are you doing?!" "Getting some sleep." He shifted to his side, facing away from her. "Not in my bed!" "We flipped a coin, i won, you won't leave, so we're sharing. Good night, Kasey." She gasped at him, and pursed her lips. She shoved him, and he rolled off the bed. "And stay out." She got comfortable at the very center of the bed. Nam gaped at her. "Oh no, you did not just do that." He muttered, standing up. He grinned with an idea. He pulled up the covers, and slid right up against her. He faced her back, and slid his arms around her bare stomach. She froze. “Nam.... what the hell are you doing?!" "Getting comfortable." He kissed her neck, and let his hand slide up towards her bra. "When i have a girl in my bed, things happen," He purred. Just before his hand moved over her breast, she scrambled out of his grip, and off the bed. "Oh my god, you're a sick excuse for a human being!" He laughed. "Damn straight. But i also have the bed all to myself now." He got comfortable. "Nighty night!" She gaped at him. "Fucking asshole..." She mumbled, grabbing an extra pillow from the closet. When she found that there were no blankets, she eyed the bed. With an idea, she smirked, gripped the edge of the sheets, and yanked them off of the bed completely. "Nighty night!" She said cheerfully, lying on the floor and wrapping herself into them. Nam sat up, fuming. "What the fuck!" She grinned up at him. "Hey, you insisted on getting the bed, so there's nothing wrong with me having the sheets." He glared at her. "You're the most infuriating piece of shit I've ever had to know." "I can say the same for you." He growled, and pounced on her, pulling at the sheets. "Hey!" She did her best to hang onto them. "You're such a bitch, you know that?" "And you're a dick!" "At least i have something to be proud of! All you have is...." He pretended to think. "You know? I can't even think of something you do have!" She roared in frustrated, and she pushed him onto his back. "I hate you!" He rolled over so that he had her pinned to the floor. "I hate you more!" She shook her head, a malicious smile on her face. "That's not possible, you mother fucker." "Oh, i think it is." He hissed. "Fuck you." "You wish." "Sick, twisted pervert!" "Stiff, pathetic loser!" "Get off of me." "Not unless you give me those sheets." "No!" "Then we'll just have to stay here all fucking night then!" She groaned. "Get off!" "No!" "I'm serious!" "Well, so am i!" She pushed at his shoulders, but got nowhere. He chuckled, almost evilly. "You're pathetic." "Me?! What about you?! You're holding me hostage here just cause you won't get a bunch of fucking sheets!" He grinned. "Get comfortable, sweetie." "Don't call me that," She spat. "I can always just call you a whore." "How the fuck am i a whore?!" He raised an eyebrow, and pointed, with his eyes, to her bra. She groaned. "Hello! I thought i was sleeping alone! If i knew you'd be here, i would have worn the baggiest shit i owned!" He grinned. "Why, you think I'd try to get some?" "I wouldn't put it past you." He laughed. "Trust me, Kasey, you have nothing to worry about. You're the last chick I'd let myself fuck, thanks." "Good. Cause i wouldn't be caught dead in your bed." They glared at each other, eyes spitting venom at the others. After a while, Kasey groaned. "Look, how about neither one of us get the bed, OR the sheets, and we just sit around and do nothing all night? It's better than being stuck under you." He sighed. "Fine." He let her go, and sat back against the bed, legs spread out in front of him on the floor. She got up, and went to her drawer to grab some clothes to wear. Nam looked up at her, and smirked at her long legs. She's not all bad. She's still ugly, but at least she has nice legs. She pulled on an oversized t-shirt, and sat at the desk with a sigh. She let her head drop to the wood, and shut her eyes. He grinned. "Exhausted, Kasey?" She grit her teeth, and looked at him. "Fuck off, asshole." "Can't. We're stuck in this room together. You're going to have to deal with it." She rolled her eyes. "Why me..." He smirked, and played with the edge of the sheets they had been fighting over. It was quiet for a few minutes, until Nam spoke again, voice much kinder than it had been. "Hey, remember when you made me trip onto my face on the ice? She smiled. "Yeah, and your tongue got stuck to it, and you were lying on the ice for a good half hour." He grinned. "You're lucky my tongue still works, or you would have been sued left and right." She rolled her eyes. After some time, she smiled. "Remember when you told everyone that i tried to seduce you?" He laughed. "Yeah, and then you told everyone that i had a dick the size of a pen cap." She laughed as well. "Yeah." "We were really mean back then, weren't we?" "Yeah. But hey, it's what we did best." He scoffed. "I do lots of things better." She rolled her eyes. "Like what? Knowing how to pick the cheapest whore out of a bunch?" He smirked. "Well, there's always that." She shook her head, unable to prevent the smile on her face. "And, there's always my skill in the bedroom. And I'm a really good kisser. And i play cello way better than anyone i know. She rolled her eyes. "Since when did you find time between the sex and the parties to play cello?" He smirked. "Talent, my dear." She twirled a pencil between her fingers. "I can play guitar." He raised an eyebrow. "You? You can play guitar?" "Yeah. Why, can't believe a girl could play?" She challenged. "No, i can't believe a girl like you could play." "What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, growing angry at his implication. He shrugged. "Nothing. Just that you're way too weak to have the arm strength needed to play that." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You want to bet?" He smirked. "I challenge you to a contest, Kasey." "You play guitar too?" "Duh." She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You're on." They shook on it, but Nam didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he pulled her closer to him. "Just so you know.... I've been playing for seven years." He smirked when she paled only the slightest bit. She recovered quickly. "It's not the amount of time you've been playing. It's how good you are. And I'm going to beat you raw, Nam." He smiled. "We'll see." She sat down again, and sighed at the window, where there was a pale blue light barely making it's way into the room. "Dawn." He nodded, smiling when she yawned. She lay her head down on the desk, and shut her eyes. Within minutes, she was asleep. Nam watched her sleep, with a thoughtful expression. She's not as bad as i thought she was. She's still bad, duh. But just not as bad. She's even kind of cute when she's sleeping... Whoa! Ew! No! He shuddered at his thoughts. He took in her slouched form, and sighed. "Whatever." He mumbled, standing up. He went over to her, and lifted her gently out of the chair. As carefully as he could, he laid her down on the bed, lying down with her. He grabbed the sheets, and carefully placed them over the both of them. The second his head hit the pillow, he was out. Around nine o'clock, Jenn quietly unlocked the door to Kasey and Nam's room, and stepped inside. She grinned at the sight. Nam and Kasey lay facing each other, bodies very close to one another, and Nam's arm was slung over her waist. She bit her lip in excitement, placed the platter of food on the dresser, and quickly tip toed into the hallway, shutting the door carefully. She turned the key in the lock once again, and made her way downstairs, smiling happily. Minutes later, Nam stirred. His eyes opened, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Ah! Too close! He noticed that his hand was slung over her hips, and he bit his lip, scolding his unconscious self for doing such a thing. He carefully removed his arm, and rolled over, hoping to get some more sleep. Unfortunately, an arm snaked over his waist. His eyes widened, and he looked down to see her hand clutching the lining of the boxers he was wearing, as if they were the sheets. His eyebrows raised as she snuggled up against his back. Well, forget sleeping... He sighed, and decided to get comfortable. He can use this against her later. He smirked at the thought. After half an hour of laying in the silence, Kase stirred. She moaned sleepily, and sniffed. He smirked when he felt her freeze. She sighed. "Fuck..." She whispered to herself, and tried to move her arm. Nam decided it would be fun to play with her. So, he rolled over towards her, eyes closed, and flung his arm over her waist. She lay trembling against him. Oh dear god... now what?! When she tried to wrench herself free, he pulled her tighter against him, as if he were hugging a teddy bear. She cursed under her breath, and pursed her lips, trying to bear it. He couldn't help it. He burst into laughter, startling Kasey. "What the hell?!" She pushed away from him, sitting up. "Is that seriously how you wake up every morning?!" At that, he laughed even harder. She raised her eyebrows. "Alright then... Whatever, I'm going to wash up. You go ahead and... laugh." She shook her head, and stepped into the adjoined bathroom. He sat up, and wiped his eyes. "Priceless!" He shouted, loud enough for her to hear. She groaned, and shoved her toothbrush into her mouth, angry. Nam looked over at the plastic-covered platter of food. Next to it, was a toothbrush. He sighed. "At least she's hospitable." When Kasey stepped outside, feeling refreshed, Nam flew in. She stopped in her tracks when she realized he was just in his bikini underwear. She groaned. "Why the fuck is he wearing a thong..." She muttered, changing into a pair of jeans and a short sleeved shirt. He came out a little while later, newly shaven. She noticed that, and raised an eyebrow. "Do you always carry a razor everywhere you go?" He grinned. "Nope. I used yours." She gaped at him. "Uh... you do realize i use that for my ass?" He shrugged. "I made sure it was clean." She shook her head with a sigh. "Whatever. That's the last time I'm using that razor." He smirked. "It's not like you can get a new one. You're stuck in here. I even tried picking the lock, it doesn't work." She looked at the door, and ran to it, jiggling the door knob. She groaned. "God, why is she doing this?!" Nam grinned. "She thinks we have chemistry." She gaped at him. "You've got to be shitting me." "Wish i was." He went over to the platter, and opened it up, smelling the freshly baked pancakes. "Jenn cooks?" "Yeah. How does she expect us to get dinner with out her coming in?" He pointed to the space underneath the door. It was big enough to pass a plate through. She sighed, sitting at the desk. "We'll never get out of here." "Not unless we do what she wants us to do." She looked over at him. "And that is?" "Get together." Kasey groaned. "That is never going to happen." He grinned. "Well, maybe if we have sex, she might let us out." She gasped. "No way in hell!" "I know, but we can always pretend we're screwing someone else?" "No! No, i am not having sex with you!" He shrugged. "Then we'll be stuck here for a long time." "Fine. I'm not having sex with you, no matter what the consequence is." She shuddered. "Revolting..." He smirked. "Come on now, I'm not all bad. You seemed to like me this morning, when you were hanging on to my boxers." Her cheeks burned a fantastic shade of red. "I was sleeping. Wait, how did you know? Weren't you asleep?" He grinned. "Nope." "Then..." Her eyebrows furrowed. "Why were you-" "All over you? Easy. I love messing with you, Kasey." She glared. "That wasn't funny." "Yes it was!" She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She served herself some pancakes, and ate in silence. Later that day, Kasey went in for a shower. As Nam sat on the bed, playing with a piece of loose string, he smirked with an idea. He stood up, found one of Kasey's bobby pins, and quietly picked the lock on the bathroom door. When it clicked, he grinned, and burst into the room. "HEY!" He shouted, just to scare her. Kasey screamed, and accidentally sliced her leg with the razor she was using. "Nam, get the fuck out of here!" She screeched. Nam noticed the long cut on her thigh. "You're bleeding." "Nam, get out!" She grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her, before shutting the water off. "But you're bleeding!" "You think i don't know that?!" He sighed, and gripped her arm, pulling her out of the bathroom. He pushed her into the chair, ignoring her questions, and dug through the bathroom cabinets until he found the first aid kit. He knelt in front of her, pulling out alcohol, and some paper towels. "Let me see it." "No, i can do it myself." "No, i got it." "Nam, I'm fine, i can do it mysel-" "I did it, I'll fix it. Now, I'd like to get this done before you bleed to death. And as nice and pleasant as that result sounds, I'd rather not have a dead body in the room i have to sleep in." She rolled her eyes. He took hold of the hem of the towel, and sent her a commanding gaze. "Fine," She sighed, and let him do as he needed. He pulled up the towel, and told her to hold it up. He was looking at a good amount of leg, but he focused on the long gash that ran across her thigh. He poured alcohol on a paper towel, and pressed it to her wound. "Ow!" She cried, reflexively grabbing the hands that pressed against her. Their eyes immediately caught onto each other's, and she let go, feeling embarrassed. He smiled as she bit her lip, focusing on something else. "Hurt?" "A little." He grinned. "Don't lie." "I'm not-OW!" She cried, as he pushed a little harder. He smirked. "Told you." She groaned. "Fine, it hurts a lot. Happy?" "How can i be happy being in the same room with you?" "Good question." He smiled to himself. After a while, he took the towels away, and blew on the cut. "Um... What are you doing?" "Blowing on it." "I know that.... but why?" "So it can stop bleeding." "Okay..." Why is he being all nice all of a sudden? It's so.... weird. He pulled out the roll of gauze, and told her to stand up. When she did, he stayed on his knees, and wrapped the gauze around her thigh, enjoying the view he had from his position on the floor. Of course, he didn't say anything. Why freak her out so she would step away? When he finished, he taped it together, and stood. "There you go." As he walked into the bathroom to put the first aid kit away, she scratched her head, hesitant to thank him. "Um..." When he stepped in, raising his eyebrows in question, she sighed. "Thanks." She mumbled, sitting down. He smirked. "What was that?" She glared at him. "You know damn well what i said." "No, i don't. I didn't hear a word." She rolled her eyes. With gritted teeth, "I said, thanks." He smirked. "You're welcome, but i was repaid with a nice little view of your ass." She gasped, cheeks burning. "Excuse me?!" "I saw right up that towel of yours, you know." He smirked at her horror. "Don't worry, I've seen better." She groaned. "I don't give a shit what you've seen!" She stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. He chuckled. "I love pissing her off." When she came back out a few minutes later, towel drying her hair, she sent a glare in Nam's direction, and sat at the desk. He grinned, looking at the piece of string he fiddled with. "Chill out, Kasey." "Chill out?! For what?!" He raised his eyebrows at her. "I rest my case," He said, referring to her reaction. She rolled her eyes. "So." He sighed. "How do we get out of here?" "No idea." "Well, i had one, but you insist on not letting it happen, so..." He shrugged. "What?! Your idea was sex! That's... stupid!" "Not really. If Jenn wants us together, and if she knows we had sex, she'll probably let us out." "Well... What if we just pretend to have sex?" He raised an eyebrow. "Pretend?" "Yeah. Like... make all the right noises, and... stuff." He chuckled. "Are you serious?" She nodded, feeling embarrassed by him. He sighed. "And how do you expect us to pretend? It's not easy to make it sound real, when it's not." She rolled her eyes. "Like you could make me make any real sounds." He stayed silent, watching her think. He smiled slyly, and stood. She turned to him, eyes widening the closer he got. "What are you doing?" She asked, voice warning. "I'm about to prove my point." He grabbed her arm, heaved her to her feet, ignored her confused protests, and slid an arm around her waist, causing her to lose her breath immediately. He smirked. He tended to have that effect. She swallowed, and looked up at him with hesitation, fear, and confusion. "Nam, what-" "Just shut up for once in your life, okay?" He pulled her hips against his, smirking when she gasped. "Moan." Her eyes widened. "What?!" "Moan." He repeated. "You wanted to pretend, now let's see if you can actually do it." Her mouth opened and closed in shock. Then, she laughed. "I can't just moan!" "Well then." His face morphed into a lustful one, confusing her. He bent to her neck, and pressed slow, sensual kisses there, his hands moving in tantalizingly slow motion up and down her back. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and against her will, she began to enjoy it. He moved his lips to her mouth, and his tongue was immediately allowed entrance. Within seconds, his game turned serious as the kiss grew heated. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders, his hands spread over her back, both of them forgetting about their life-long rivalry, if only for the moment. He broke the kiss only to replace his lips against her jaw, pressing butterfly kisses down to her neck. He pressed his lips against her ear, and whispered, "Now, moan for me, baby..." Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her head fell back, letting out short gasps. "I-I... Oh god..." His fingertips slid into the back of her pants, and made their way over her rear end, holding her up against him in a fashion so scandalous, they would have never dreamt of it before that very moment. "Come on, baby." He purred, his other hand slipping up under her shirt. "Moan." He bit her earlobe lightly, and got the response he was looking for. He smiled, eyes half-lidded, and captured her lips again, growling against her tongue. After a good five minutes of a battling of tongues, Kasey came to her senses, and jumped away, breathing so erotically, that Nam was afraid she'd pass out. "Oh my god... Oh my god! What were you thinking?!" His eyebrows rose. "Me?" "Yes, you!" She paced, running her fingers through her still-damp hair. He scoffed. "I wasn't the one making all those noises, babe." She gaped at him, cheeks red. "You manipulated me!" He laughed. "No i didn't. You just let yourself enjoy it." She groaned. "Fuck you!" "No thanks." She growled, and stormed into the bathroom, locking the door, and sitting on the floor against it, raking her fingers over her scalp. "Holy shit..." She whispered to herself. Back in the bedroom, Nam grinned to himself. ****** When the sky turned dark, and Jenn shouted a 'Good night!' through the door, Kasey sat at her desk, as Nam sat on the floor- Again. "Are we going to bed anytime soon?" Nam asked. "I don't know. Are we going to attempt murder if one of us takes the bed?" He chuckled. "How about we both take the bed." "I'm not sleeping with you." "Who said we were having sex?" "Actually, you did, when you kept insisting that having sex will get you out of here." "It will." "No, it won't." "Yes, it will, stop being stubborn." "I'm not being stubborn, you are!" He rolled his eyes. "Just can it, will you? Let's just get into bed, and sleep. No arguing, so sex, just sleep." He stood up, changed into Kevin's boxers again, and crawled into bed. Kasey smirked. "You know you haven't changed your underwear yet, right?" "Yes, i know, thanks for reminding me." "No problem." She smirked, going into the bathroom to change. He rolled his eyes. "You know, i saw you almost naked yesterday, i don't see the point in that," He called to her. She came out a few moments later, in just an oversized t-shirt. "I'd rather not sleep half naked in a bed with you, thanks." "Whatever." He sighed. She turned off the lights, and slid under the sheets facing away from him. "Night." She mumbled. Although both of them were lying comfortably in a bed, neither one of them could sleep. Nam sighed rolling towards Kasey's back. He examined the way the thin, oversized t-shirt fell over one side, outlining her curves. He groaned to himself, and shifted closer to her. Into her ear, he growled, "I know you're awake, so listen close. The only way out of here is sex, whether you like it or not, and if that's what i have to do, then that's exactly what I'm doing." He grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her onto her back. He climbed over her. "Got it?" "But- You can't force me to have sex!" "Wanna bet?" "That's rape!" "Not if i make you enjoy it." She scoffed. "Right, cause I'm about to enjoy being raped by a scumbag!" "Yes." With out further ado, he slid his fingertips under her shirt, pushing upwards. "Hey! No, i don-" He cut her off when he crashed his lips over hers, leaving her so breathless, she didn't even try to fight him off. He pulled off her shirt with expert speed, and let one hand slide up her bare back, while the other slipped into her panties. She gasped, and tilted her head back, letting Nam's lips travel down her neck. She held onto his shoulders tightly. Neither would admit it later on, but both were feeling lost in the rush of passion. His hands moved in the slowest of speeds, as if memorizing every curve. He reattached their lips, and let his tongue explore as slowly as his hands were, unintentionally enjoying every moment. His touch made her skin scream ecstacy, and her breath come uneven. Her hands clung to his shoulders, and she just barely kept from crying out when his hands slipped up her stomach to undo the clasp of her bra, which can only be undone from the front. He pulled away the bra, and replaced his hands on her hips, letting them slide upwards with the most sensual of caresses. He moved his lips to her chin, and pressed tiny kisses to the crook of her neck. He lifted his mouth to her ear, and whispered, "Now, tell me you're not enjoying this, Kasey." Her eyelids fluttered, and she gasped. "Tell me you don't like every single thing I'm doing to you." His own voice came as ragged as his breath, and he swallowed. She let out short, gasping breaths, and breathed, "God, i hate you." He tried to control his own breathing. "I hate you, too." With out wasting another second, he crashed his lips onto hers once again, and growled as she kissed back. His hands slipped down her body, and his fingers slid under the cloth of her panties, gripping them so as to pull them down, and fling them away. He pulled off his own clothing, still managing to keep their lips attached. When both were freed from clothes, he sighed into the kiss, and relaxed above her, letting his body lie completely on top of her. His hands slid over her legs, and pushed them apart, allowing him to snuggle between her thighs. He broke the kiss, only to kiss his way down to her chest, and then back up to her neck. Into her ear, he gasped, "Hold on tight, Kasey," and with a clenching of his teeth, he slid himself into her. At the first second he was inside of her, she let out a loud cry of passion, mouth gasping for air. As he pushed and pulled, her fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders, and she had to bite her lip to keep from shouting any louder. When they reached their climaxes, Nam had to reattach their lips, muffling both of their cries. After lying on top of each other for some time, breathing heavily, Nam rolled off, running his hand over his face. Kasey swallowed hard, trying to control her breathing. "Oh god, i can't believe we just did that..." He chuckled, and looked over at her. "Believe it." She glared at him. "Do you have any idea how horrible this is?!" "Not really." "Nam! We just had sex!" He raised an eyebrow, and lifted the sheets to check their naked bodies. "Really? I had no idea." She rolled her eyes. After a moment of silence, "Want to do it again?" Her head spun to face his smirk. "What?!" "You heard." "But.... Nam, we're enemies. If our families were to find out about this-" "Oh, fuck that! My family never gave a shit about me, only that i didn't like you. That was all that mattered to them! This whole family rivals issue is really getting on my nerves. We may hate each other, but can we hate each other because we do, not cause our families do?" She looked at him. "Yeah..." "Okay then." "But... that still doesn't change-" "The fact that I'm still horny, and I'm asking to screw my enemy? No." She rolled her eyes. He rolled to his side, and slid his palm over her stomach. When his hand reached the other side of her, he pushed himself on top of her. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that." She swallowed. "I didn't." He smirked. "Liar." "Don't flatter yourself." "Then explain..." He mimicked every sound she had made, causing her cheeks to burn a bright red. Since there was very limited light, he didn't see that, but he knew her well enough to know she was blushing. "Hmm?" "Fuck you." "That's exactly what i wanted to hear." "Wait-" He cut her off, yet again, with a crash of lips on lips.
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