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His reaching for something made her eyes dart over to his hands, a quizzical eyebrow arched when he leaned in towards her to wipe off the remnants of her dessert. It was only slightly surprising because no one had ever done something like that for her no matter how stereotypical it was. One now-clean corner of her mouth drew up into a faint smirk as the young man beside her went into the fridge for his own pudding. This was when she bit her lip out of sight because, well, he was handsome and she kind of wouldn't have minded if he did use his tongue instead.

All things aside she was glad to be sharing in a treat with one of her house-mates. She stretched herself again, arms rising above her head, leaning on the counter as well before turning towards him.

6. … to yours giving my muse a lap dance

Junhong had only known Amber in passing glances. He’s seen the girl indulging in a common interest; skateboarding. The way she finessed a board was entertaining, amusing, and kept his attention longer than most things could. 

But tonight her legs were not braced against gravity as she glided on pavement, they were braced again his thighs as his hands gliding her waistline. He’d never quite understood the rules of a lap dance. What good was the night if his hands couldn’t feel every shift of every bone. He’d never assumed hips that could turn pages to be attached to this girl. Aggression and fight no longer masking femininity, and for once he didn’t want to throw her away when she was done. 

Oh how she gave him a show. Her button up shirt was hanging onto her shoulders barely enough, unbuttoned, giving view of her bra’s black lace. She found her delicate hands gripping at his shoulders. Of course touching her would have been against the rules if she had ever cared about the rules in her life but lucky for him she had no regard for them. She wanted to feel the eager caress of a man that could easily in turn make her feel like a woman. Cliche yes, but not untrue. It was more of a surprise that she did this with such ease considering her lack of experience. Something clicked within her and she simply rolled her hips slowly along with it.

"Ah... I was going to replay it. By the looks of it you're really fascinated so," she inched herself over to create a space, patting it softly, "come watch!" Her mouth drew up into a small, inviting smile, crinkling her nose before turning her attention again to the screen.

A small female character that suspiciously had a resemblance to the girl on the other side of the screen began to move around along with the amazing graphics of the game's terrain. Numerous chat boxes popped up in sporadic dings containing conversations of varying lengths; all in English due to the face that the game she was playing just so happened to be an American one. A little touch of home, she thought. It was rare the girl got to speak much English to the mostly-Korean residents of the home so she let her native tongue go free online.

"Yes, Ren. Only because he knows a lap dance when he sees-- and gives-- one. It would be Kai if I saw him around lately." She dragged him along side her as she made her way towards the pet bedrooms that she had little experience with.

Her eyes had fluttered open from a trance like state with the spoon still in her grasps and hanging from her mouth. Her visitor stopped by with a greeting to which she immediately retracted the spoon, wiping a bit of chocolate from the side of her lips although to no avail. It was slightly embarrassing that he had to see her in the messy state she was in; She was wearing only a long tee-shirt with short boxers underneath paired with a disaster of bed-head.

As he scooted away to handle the cards, she shifted her own self to face him, understanding now the layout of the game that required more room. Yet again something Amber needed improvement on; Personal space, or ignorance of the concept thereof. Though it was all fine because he gave the answer she wished for.

"Oh wow that's great! Nice to have someone who knows what's up around here." English rolled off her tongue in a boyish voice that had it's own husky way of being oddly attractive. From then on she spoke solely in the language they both understood to ease both of their pains. "Which part? As in the USA? L.A., California. You?" She kept her cheesy grin while rolling up the sleeves of her hoodie in preparation.

His skills still didn't seem to fade even when doing something as simple as he was. Glancing at the stack of playing cards laid at her side, she didn't have much of a clue what to do with them or what game they were about to play. She fingered through the deck curiously and mimicked the amount of cards he had previously taken into his hands, fanning them out in front of her to check the contents. It looked good enough for being totally unaware of how the multicolored pictures came into play in this instance.