#alysa liu

She was leaning back against the armrest of the loveseat, oversized hoodie pulled over her hands, looking thoroughly content. Her phone buzzed in her palm, and a bright smile instantly tugged at the corners of her lips when she saw your name pop up on her screen.

Alysa: u almost here? the living room is full of opinions about music and I need backup ASAP 😭

A minute later, the doorbell chimed softly over the music. Alysa pushed herself up from the couch before anyone else could move, stepping over a stray throw pillow to open the front door.

When she pulled it open, the light from the entryway caught you perfectly.

You were standing on the porch, cool night air framed around you, wearing a relaxed pair of jeans and a ridiculously cute, slightly low-cut top that instantly stole the breath right out of Alysa’s chest. Her hand froze on the doorknob for half a second longer than necessary as her eyes widened just a fraction, a flush creeping up her neck before she caught herself and flashed a warm, radiant grin.

"Hey," Alysa said, her voice dropping into a softer, fonder register as she stepped back to let you in. "You made it."

"Come in, it's cold out," Alysa said, offering you a quick, reassuring smile as she ushered you inside.

As soon as you stepped into the warm, golden glow of the living room, the ambient noise died down just a fraction. Isabeau looked up from where she was sitting criss-cross on the rug, waving a cheerful hello, while a couple of others nodded in greeting.

Amber paused mid-sentence, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup in her hand. Her eyes darted from you—taking in the cute, slightly low-cut top and how effortless you looked—to Alysa, whose cheeks were still carrying a faint, lingering pink.

"Everyone, this is [Y/N]," Alysa announced, her voice pitching up just a little too brightly as she placed a gentle, casual hand on the small of your back to guide you forward. "A really good friend of mine."

Amber raised an eyebrow over the rim of her glass, her lips twitching into a knowing, amused smirk. She didn't say a word right away, but her gaze lingered on the way Alysa’s hand lingered near your waist a second longer than a "just a friend" touch usually required.

"Friend, huh?" Amber asked, setting her drink down and crossing her arms with a slow, deliberate smile. "I don't know, Alysa... you usually don't sprint to the front door like your house is on fire for 'just friends.'"

Alysa’s head snapped toward Amber so fast. "I didn't sprint," she protested immediately, her defence mechanism kicking in a second too late. "I was just being polite because I was already standing near the door."

"You were literally buried in the couch, Alysa," Isabeau chimed in casually from the floor, not even looking up from her phone as she dropped the truth bomb with absolute innocence. "You almost tripped over my sneakers getting up."

Amber chuckled, her suspicious gaze flickering back to you with a friendly, welcoming warmth, though her eyes were sparkling with mischief. "Ignore them. Welcome to the chill sesh. Don't let Alysa fool you...she's been checking her phone every three minutes since eight o'clock."

Alysa let out a soft, flustered laugh, burying her face in her hands for a brief second before looking up at you with an apologetic, slightly embarrassed grin. "They're relentless," she murmured, leaning in close enough so only you could hear her over the music. "Don't listen to a word Amber says."

After the initial round of introductions, the room naturally filtered back into its own noisy rhythm. Amber and Isabeau got pulled into an intense debate over which pop anthem deserved to play next, giving Alysa the perfect excuse to gently steer you away from the main crowd.

"Come on, let's grab you a drink," Alysa whispered, her hand brushing against yours as she led you toward the quieter side of the kitchen counter.

Away from the bright center of the room, the atmosphere softened. Alysa handed you a drink, her fingers lingering against yours a beat longer than necessary. She leaned back against the counter, her eyes tracing the curve of your collarbone before snapping back up to meet your gaze, a faint blush returning to her cheeks.

"I'm really glad you came," she said softly, her voice dropping into an intimate register that made the bustling living room feel miles away. "Things get a little chaotic with this group, but... it's a lot better now that you're here."

You smiled, leaning in a bit closer. "I wouldn't have missed it. Plus, I had to see if Amber's claims about you checking your phone every three minutes were actually true."

Alysa ducked her head, a soft, self-conscious laugh escaping her lips. "Okay, maybe every five minutes," she admitted, looking back up at you through her lashes, her eyes gleaming with warm affection. "I was just really looking forward to seeing you tonight. You look... honestly, you look incredible."

The space between you seemed to shrink, the ambient noise fading into background blur as she took a small step closer, her shoulder brushing yours. For a second, the soft glow of the kitchen lights seemed to catch the quiet, unspoken tension hanging between you two

"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!"

The sudden, boisterous yell shattered the moment instantly.

Amber was standing on a dining chair in the middle of the living room, holding up a stack of red solo cups like a trophy.

"The chill vibes were great, but it's time to test your hand-eye coordination!" Amber shouted over the music, grinning wickedly as Isabeau cleared off the coffee table behind her. "Everyone to the table! We’re playing flip cup, and nobody is getting out of it!"

Alysa startled, jumping slightly before letting out a helpless, breathless laugh. She looked over at Amber, then back at you, rolling her eyes affectionately at the ruined moment.

"Well," Alysa whispered, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she gently grabbed your wrist to drag you toward the living room. "Duty calls. Hope your flip cup game is strong, because Amber takes this way too seriously."

The coffee table had been cleared with aggressive efficiency, lined with rows of red cups filled with liquid courage. What started as "a quick, casual round" rapidly devolved into high-stakes competitive chaos.

Three rounds in, the room was a blur of cheering, chaotic energy, and warm laughter.

Alysa was, unsurprisingly, competitively fierce. Every time her cup flipped successfully, she’d throw her hands in the air with a triumphant cheer, her laugh light and slightly breathless. But as the game stretched on and the alcohol caught up with everyone, that hyper-focused athlete precision started to blur into a soft, delightfully tipsy looseness.

Standing right beside you at the table, Alysa kept finding excuses to lean into your side. Whenever it was your turn, she’d press herself against your shoulder, bouncing on her toes and chanting your name. When you successfully flipped your cup on the first try, she let out a loud gasp of sheer delight, throwing her arms around your neck in a sudden, enthusiastic hug.

The scent of her perfume mixed with the warm flush of the room hit you instantly.

"You're amazing!" Alysa giggled against your ear, her voice slightly slurred, lingering in the embrace a second longer than necessary before pulling back just enough to look at you. Her cheeks were bright rose, her eyes heavy-lidded and sparkling with pure, unfettered fondness.

"I told you she was a keeper, Liu!" Amber yelled from across the table, fanning herself with a plastic plate. "Look at those flip cup skills! You're letting her carry the whole team!"

"I am not!" Alysa protested, leaning heavily against your arm to steady herself as she giggled. She looked up at you, her face just inches from yours, her lips curved into a soft, dazed smile. Her eyes flicked down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes, entirely unbothered by how obvious she was being.

"Okay, maybe a little bit," Alysa murmured, her voice dropping into a quiet, warm murmur that cut right through the noise of the room. She reached down, her warm, slightly tacky fingers tangling loosely with yours beneath the edge of the table, gently squeezing your hand. "You're really cute when you're winning, you know that?"

Amber slapped both hands onto the wooden surface of the coffee table, rattling the empty plastic cups.

"Alright, flip cup is done, the champions have been crowned!" Amber declared, her own grin a little too wide as she pointed dramatically across the table. "Now it’s time for a classic. We’re doing Never Have I Ever, and nobody is allowed to play it safe."

A chorus of groans and eager laughs erupted around the room. Isabeau immediately sat down cross-legged on the rug, balancing her cup on her knee, while the rest of the group scrambled to form a tight, cozy circle on the floor.

Alysa didn't move to find her own spot. Instead, she tugged gently on your hand, pulling you down onto the plush rug right beside her. The space was tight, which gave her the perfect excuse to sink right up against your side. Her knee pressed firmly against yours, and her arm rested warm and heavy along the back of your leg as she leaned back against the edge of the couch.

"Ten fingers up, everybody!" Amber instructed, dropping into the circle. "If you’ve done it, you put a finger down and take a sip. Last one with fingers left wins bragging rights."

The game started off innocent enough—Never have I ever landed an edge jump in practice with my eyes closed, Never have I ever fallen asleep in a locker room, Never have I ever snuck out past curfew. Fingers dropped, drinks were sipped, and the room buzzed with cozy, lightheaded banter.

Alysa was practically attached to your side, her head occasionally resting against your shoulder as she giggled at Isabeau’s ridiculous stories. But as the rounds went on, her gaze kept wandering away from the middle of the circle and landing straight on you.

When it became Amber’s turn, a wicked, sly grin spread across her face. She looked directly at Alysa, then shifted her eyes to you, holding up her hands.

"Never have I ever..." Amber started slowly, letting the suspense hang in the air, "...had a crush on someone currently sitting in this circle."

A collective Oooooh echoed around the room.

Alysa froze. The soft blush on her cheeks instantly blossomed into a deep, fiery crimson. Beside you, her breath hitched, and she slowly lowered one finger, refusing to look anywhere except down at her own lap—though the massive, hopeless smile tugging at the corners of her lips gave her completely away.

"Oh, look at that," Amber teased, leaning forward with a conspiratorial smirk. "Alysa puts a finger down. Care to share with the class, Alysa?"

Alysa’s head snapped up, her lips parting as if she were about to try (and fail) to construct a clever cover story.

"I—well, it's not—I mean, everyone here is great—" Alysa stammered, her voice pitching up an octave as she buried her flushed face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with embarrassed giggles. She nudged her knee harder against yours under the weight of the spotlight, completely caught red-handed.

She opened her mouth again, standard-issue damage control loading, but before she could drop a single word of defense, a loud clack echoed from the adjoining room.

"Wait, Amber, is that a whole ass pool table back there?" one of the guys called out, poking his head through the doorway of the game room, holding up a dusty cue stick like he'd just discovered hidden treasure.

The tension in the circle evaporated in an instant.

"Oh, hell yeah!" someone else shouted, scrambling up from the rug so fast they almost knocked over a half-empty cup.

"Wait, don't mess with those cues, the tips are sensitive!" Amber yelled, immediately jumping up from her spot to protect her property, completely forgetting her interrogation of Alysa. "And if anyone tears the green felt, you're paying for it!"

Within five seconds, the entire group was on their feet, a chaotic stampede of slightly tipsy skaters migrating toward the game room, arguing loudly over who got to break first and who was pairing up with who. Isabeau was already leaning over the green felt, dramatically aiming a cue like a pro sniper, much to Amber's utter terror.

Left behind in the sudden vacuum of the living room, Alysa let out a long, dramatic breath of relief.

She slumped against your side, her head coming to rest squarely on your shoulder with a soft sigh. Her warm breath tickled your neck as she let out a breathless, quiet laugh.

"Saved by the bell," Alysa murmured against your skin, her voice dropping into a low, cozy register. She tilted her head up to look at you, her dark eyes shiny and heavy-lidded from the alcohol, a soft, mischievous smile lingering on her lips. "Amber was about to roast me alive."

You couldn’t help but laugh, the light, melodic sound cutting through the lingering tension in the room.

"Saved by the bell is right," you teased, turning your head so your face was just inches from hers. "Though I think you were about two seconds away from an absolute full-blown confession."

Alysa let out a melodramatic groan, hiding her red face against the fabric of your top for a quick second before peeking back up at you. "Don't remind me. My life flashed before my eyes."

"Well, if you want a real distraction," you said, a playful spark in your eye as you offered her a hand to help her up, "how about we go join them? I actually love playing pool. Let me guess...are you as competitive on the felt as you are on the ice?"

Alysa’s eyes lit up, a sudden burst of confident energy replacing her flustered embarrassment as she took your hand, letting you pull her to her feet. "Oh, you have no idea," she said, a sly, tipsy grin spreading across her face. "I mean, I might be seeing double right now, but my hand-eye coordination is elite. You sure you want to test me?"

"Positive," you chuckled, keeping your fingers loosely intertwined with hers as you led her toward the noise spilling out of the room.

As soon as you both walked in, the guys were already squabbling over who had call-pocket rules, while Isabeau was wildly off-target, bouncing a cue ball clean off the cushion with a loud thump.

"Okay, move aside, amateurs," Alysa announced loudly, stepping up to the edge of the table with her arm wrapped comfortably around your waist. "You're looking at the future doubles champions of Amber's sunroom."

Amber looked up from where she was chalking a cue stick, her eyes narrowing playfully at the sight of the two of you attached at the hip. "Oh, really? Bold words for someone who couldn't even keep her fingers up five minutes ago."

Alysa just rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulder against yours with a breathless laugh. "Ignore her," she whispered in your ear, her warm breath sending a quick shiver down your spine. "Partner up with me? We're taking them down."

It turns out you and Alysa made a terrifyingly good team.

Between your steady hand and her natural athletic instinct, the two of you racked up game after game, leaving Amber and the rest of the room groaning in defeat. But as the drinks kept flowing, "proper form" was tossed completely out the window.

It started innocently enough...Isabeau tried to hit a shot from behind her back, missed entirely, and nearly sent the cue ball flying into a lamp. Someone else tried shooting blindfolded. Before long, the game had morphed into a chaotic contest of who could pull off the most ridiculous, unhinged trick shot.

"You guys think you have flexibility?" Alysa challenged, her eyes dark and full of playful mischief as she grabbed her cue stick. Her cheeks were flushed, her laughter loose and warm. "Watch this."

Before anyone could stop her, she planted her hands firmly on the ground, kicked her feet up into the air, and held a flawless upside-down split right along the pool table edge.

The room erupted into loud cheers and jaw-dropped laughter. Her legs were extended in a perfect wide V while you held the cue stick, grinning down at the cue ball with total, tipsy confidence.

"Alysa, if you break my table, I'm banning you from any and all hangouts!" Amber yelled, though she was laughing so hard she had to hold onto the wall for support.

You lined up the shot, snapped the cue forward, and smoothly sank the eight-ball into the corner pocket.

"And that is how it's done," Alysa boasted, flipping back up to her feet with a breathless, triumphant grin, her hair falling around her shoulders as she looked straight at you, eyes sparkling with victory.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself," you purred, stepping up to the edge of the table with a slow, confident smile. "But if we're doing trick shots... let's raise the stakes."

Alysa watched, her pulse jumping, as you climbed right onto the edge of the felt.

You laid back against the smooth felt, arching your back slightly as your head rested near the cue ball. The sleek jeans clung to your curves, and in the low, warm light of the room, your low-cut top emphasized every breath you took. You reached up, casually clasping your hands against your chest, highlighting your neckline in a way that made the entire sunroom go dead silent for a fraction of a second.

Alysa’s eyes darkened instantly, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes dragged slowly over you, from the dip of your collarbone down to the curve of your waist, completely hypnotized.

"Alysa... it's your turn," Isabeau whispered from the sidelines, giggling behind her hand.

Alysa didn't even look at Isabeau. She walked over to the edge of the table like a woman on a mission, leaning in close until she was hovering directly over you. The heat radiating off her skin was palpable, her dark eyes locked onto yours with undivided intensity.

She rested her hand gently on your stomach to balance herself, her thumb brushing against the fabric of your top. Leaning down so close her lips almost grazed yours, her voice dropped into a low, raspy whisper that made your skin prickle with goosebumps.

"You're completely...distractingly unfair," Alysa murmured, her fingers tightening softly against you as she lined up the cue stick right over your chest. "How am I supposed to look at the ball when you're looking like this?"

You just gave her a slow, knowing smirk, reaching up to gently rest a hand against the side of her arm. "Guess you'll just have to prove how good your focus really is."

Alysa held her breath, her eyes flicking down to your lips one last time before she forced her focus back to the cue ball resting inches from your chest. With steady, deliberate precision, she drew the cue stick back and struck the ball.

Clack.

The ball banked off the far rail, slid smoothly past two obstacle balls, and dropped into the side pocket with a crisp, satisfying thud.

For a second, nobody in the room moved...and neither did Alysa.

Instead of immediately jumping up to celebrate, her hands stayed right where they were, rested against your waist. Her fingers pressed gently into the denim of your jeans, thumbs softly stroking the warm skin exposed just above your hip. The heat of her palm sank through the fabric as she hovered over you, her dark eyes searching yours, completely lost in the quiet, charged space between you two. The room's ambient light caught the breathless flush on her cheeks, and for a heart-stopping beat, it felt like she was about to lean down and close the tiny distance remaining.

"NO WAY! SHE ACTUALLY SANK IT!"

The silence broke into absolute bedlam.

Before Alysa could react, one of the guys slammed a hand onto her shoulder, slinging a wild, triumphant arm around her neck to pull her into a chaotic headlock-style hug. "YOU'RE INSANE! UNBELIEVABLE!"

Alysa startled violently, snapped clean out of her spell as her hands slipped off your waist. She stumbled back a step, letting out a startled, breathless laugh as the rest of the group swarmed the table. Amber was cheering at the top of her lungs, Isabeau was waving her cue stick in the air like a sword, and the sunroom dissolved into full-blown celebration.

You sat up smoothly on the felt, smoothing down your top with a playful smirk.

Through the sea of high-fives and chaotic cheering, Alysa’s eyes found yours again. She caught her breath, running a hand through her hair, her face completely bright red. She offered you a quiet, shy smile that said everything her words hadn't...a promise that the night was far from over.

As the night wore on, the rowdy energy in the room slowly began to taper off.

The alcohol had caught up with everyone, turning the chaotic cheering into heavy-lidded yawns and quiet laughter. One by one, people started wandering off into different corners of Amber's house...Isabeau was asleep on the living room couch wrapped like a burrito in a throw blanket, a few others were raiding the kitchen for late-night snacks, and Amber had disappeared upstairs to drag down extra pillows.

Eventually, the second-to-last person—a sleepy guy who had spent the last ten minutes trying and failing to aim a single shot—sighs, sets his cue stick down on a chair, and mumbles a slurred "goodnight, champions" before shuffling away to crash on a beanbag chair.

And then, it was just the two of you...

The room was blissfully quiet now, save for the soft, ambient music humming faintly from the speaker in the main room and the low, golden light reflecting off the dark wood of the pool table.

Alysa stepped around the corner of the table, cue stick resting loosely in her hand. Without the crowd watching, her competitive posture relaxed completely, replaced by a soft, heavy-lidded gaze that traced your every movement.

"Looks like we drove everyone else out," Alysa murmured, her voice dropping into a low, cozy register that felt remarkably intimate in the quiet room.

"Or maybe they just couldn't handle our skill," you replied with a sly smile, chalking the tip of your cue.

Alysa let out a soft, breathless laugh, walking over until she was standing right behind you as you leaned over the table to line up a shot. She didn't stay at a friendly distance. Instead, she stepped right into your space, her chest pressing lightly against your back, the warmth of her body instantly wrapping around you.

"Here," she whispered close to your ear, her warm breath sending a sharp shiver down your neck. Her hands slid gently over yours, her fingers lacing through yours on the cue stick. "Your angle is a little off... let me help you."

You didn't need the help—and you both knew it.

"Oh, really?" you hummed, leaning back into her just a fraction, feeling her heartbeat steady against your shoulder. "Is that your expert opinion, Alysa?"

"Mhm," Alysa breathed, her grip on your hands softening as her thumbs slowly stroked the back of your knuckles. She didn't look at the pool balls at all. Her head rested right near your collarbone, her eyes fixated entirely on the line of your jaw, the soft flush on your cheeks, and the way your low-cut top moved with every slow breath you took. "Strictly expert advice."

The cue stick slid through your fingers and hit the table with a soft, hollow clatter as Alysa completely abandoned all pretense of playing.

She turned you slowly in her arms until your back was pressed against the wooden edge of the pool table. Her hands didn't leave you; instead, they slid down from your knuckles, along the bare skin of your forearms, coming to rest gently on the sides of your waist. The warmth of her palms burned right through the denim of your jeans.

"You know," Alysa whispered, her dark eyes glittering under the dim sunroom lights, "I think you're a terrible influence on me."

"Me?" You raised an eyebrow, letting your hands rest lightly on her shoulders, feeling the tension in her toned muscles. "I'm just standing here."

"That's the problem," she murmured, stepping even closer until there wasn't a breath of air left between you. Her knee nudged slid between yours, pinning you loosely against the table. "You're just standing there, looking like that, making it impossible for me to pay attention to anything else."

Her eyes flicked down, tracing the delicate curve of your neck, lingering on the dip of your collarbone framed by your top, before slowly rising back to lock onto yours. She reached up with one hand, her knuckles softly brushing against the side of your neck, tracing a lazy, shivering line down toward your chest before her fingers gently hooked into the loop of your jeans, tugging you a fraction closer.

"Alysa..." your voice came out softer than intended, a gentle breath catching in your throat.

"I've wanted to touch you all night," she admitted, her voice dropping into a thick, raspy murmur that made your pulse spike. Her thumb stroked the skin just above your waistband, sending tiny waves of heat straight up your spine. "From the second you walked through the door in this top. It was downright evil of you, by the way."

You let out a quiet, breathless laugh, sliding your hands up from her shoulders, your fingers tangling into the soft hairs at the nape of her neck. "Was it?"

"Cruel," she corrected playfully, though her expression was heavy with desire. She tilted her head, leaning in until her breath was hot against the sensitive skin right beneath your ear. "Amber was right, you know. I was checking my phone every three minutes. I couldn't wait to get you in front of me."

Her lips brushed the column of your neck, not quite a kiss, just a feather-light touch that left you burning for more. She lingered there, breathing you in, her hands slowly sliding around to the small of your back, pulling your hips flush against hers. Every movement was deliberate, excruciatingly slow, dragging out the sweet, electric tension until the room around you felt completely nonexistent.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyelashes heavy, a faint, dazed smile playing on her flushed lips as she waited, letting the heat build between you until neither of you could stand it.

A low, slow smirk pulled at your lips as you felt the slight tremble in Alysa’s breath against your neck. You weren't about to let her hold all the power, not when she was practically melting into your hands.

Without breaking eye contact, you let your hands slide down from the back of her neck, trailing broad, deliberate paths down her shoulder blades before slipping right under the hem of her oversized hoodie.

Alysa let out a sharp, hitching gasp, her fingers tightening around your belt loops as your cool palms met the smooth, burning heat of her bare waist.

"Cruel, huh?" you murmured, your voice dropping into a deep, raspy purr. You slowly dragged your hands up her sides, feeling the jump of her heart rate against her ribs, thumbing the soft skin right beneath her sports bra. "If I knew a cute top was all it took to turn a world-class athlete into a flustered mess, I would’ve worn it sooner."

Alysa’s eyelids fluttered, a helpless, breathless giggle escaping her lips before she bit down hard on her lower lip to quiet herself. "You're... you're shameless," she whispered, though she leaned into your touch, her hips pressing impossibly closer as if she couldn't get tight enough against you.

"Maybe," you whispered back, tilting your chin up just an inch. You didn't kiss her. Instead, you brushed your lips along the edge of her jawline, letting the soft friction draw a quiet whine from her throat. "But you're the one holding me captive against a pool table, Alysa. You haven't made a single shot in ten minutes."

"I'm focusing on a better game," she choked out, her hands shifting from your belt loops to trace up the sides of your thighs, her thumbs digging into the denim with a desperate, heavy pressure that made your own heart hammer against your ribs.

You shifted your weight slightly, hooking your knee a little higher between hers, locking her in place. You brought one hand out from under her shirt, using two fingers to gently lift her chin, forcing her dark, hazy eyes to meet yours.

"Show me," you teased, your gaze dropping to her mouth, hovering so close that every time she exhaled, her warm breath hit your lips. "Prove to me you actually know what you're doing..."

Alysa’s chest rose and fell in shallow, unsteady breaths, her grip on your thighs tightening until her knuckles turned white.

"Is that a challenge?" she whispered, her voice barely a thread of sound in the dimly lit sunroom.

"Only if you think you can handle it," you replied, your voice thick with honey and quiet confidence. You slowly dragged your hand down from her chin, your palm skimming down her throat, over the soft fabric covering her collarbone, and coming to rest flat over her chest, right where her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs like a trapped bird. "Because right now, you look like you're completely out of your depth, Alysa."

Alysa let out a low, shaky exhale, a dazed, intoxicating smile breaking across her flushed face. "I am," she confessed, completely abandoning any last shred of defense. "You're completely driving me crazy."

She slid her hands up from your thighs, her warm fingers winding around your waist and slipping under the hem of your top, fingertips pressing directly against your bare skin. The contrast of her heat against your cool skin made a sharp, electrifying shiver run straight up your spine.

"I don't care about the game," Alysa murmured, her dark eyes locking onto yours with an overwhelming intensity that made the rest of the world fade into white noise. Her thumbs stroked soothing circles into the soft skin of your sides, pulling you so tightly against her that you could feel every line of her body, the firm muscle of an athlete trembling just slightly from the sheer strain of holding herself back. "I just want you."

She leaned in, closing that agonizing gap millimeter by agonizing millimeter, her breath mingling with yours until your lips were practically touching.

"Tell me to stop," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, giving you one final, breathless moment to set the pace. "Tell me right now, or I'm not going to."

A wicked, slow smile spread across your lips as you felt the heavy, helpless weight of her desire pressing against you. You leaned in close, your lips brushing the sensitive skin right beneath her ear, and dropped your voice into a low, filthy whisper.

"I’m not telling you to stop, Alysa," you purred, your fingers digging possessively into her hips. "In fact, if you don't stop talking and put those hands to good use, I'm going to turn you over this table and make you whine louder than the music inside."

Alysa let out a sharp, choked gasp, her whole body jerking as if a physical shock had just run through her.

Any remaining restraint snapped in two.

With a needy, desperate sound in her throat, Alysa dived in, crashing her lips against yours in a deep, bruising kiss. The hesitation was completely gone. She pulled you flush against her, her mouth hungrily working over yours, her tongue tangling with yours in a hot, slick rhythm that immediately stole all the oxygen from your lungs.

You let out a muffled moan into her mouth, your hands instantly diving under her hoodie, grasping at the smooth, warm skin of her back. Your fingers dug into her muscles, pulling her impossibly tighter against you as the heat between you exploded.

Alysa whined, a high, breathy noise vibrating in her chest as her hands went wild. She slid her palms up under your top, her fingers squeezing hungrily at your waist before sliding up to cupping the sides of your breasts, her thumbs flicking over the fabric of your bra. Every touch was heavy, urgent, and possessive. She dragged her lips away from yours for a fraction of a second, gasping for air against your jawline as her hands grope down to squeeze your hips, pulling you rhythmically against her thigh.

"God," Alysa panted into your neck, a delicate moan escaping her lips as you slid your hand down to cup her rear, squeezing firmly through her pants. She arched into your hand with a sharp, shuddering sigh, her hands scrambling back up to hold your face, pulling you right back into another slick, desperate kiss that echoed softly through the quiet room.

Alysa surged right back in, her mouth locking over yours with a fierce, hungry urgency that left your head spinning. Her tongue swept deep, catching every muffled moan you let out, drowning out the soft humming of the house around you.

While her mouth kept you thoroughly occupied, her hands worked with frantic, impatient heat.

Her fingers scrambled down to the front of your waist, blindly fumbling with the metal button of your jeans. With a quick, heavy snap, the button gave way, and the metallic slide of your zipper echoed sharply in the quiet room. Alysa let out a needy, breathless hum into your mouth, her thumbs instantly hooking under the waistband of your unbuttoned denim, shoving the heavy fabric down over your hips just enough to free you.

Before you could even process the cool air against your skin, Alysa’s hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, her strong, athletic muscle lifting you effortlessly.

With a low groan against your lips, she hoisted you up, setting you firmly down on the smooth, sturdy edge of the pool table.

The cold wood beneath you sent a sharp thrill straight through your spine, but the contrast was short-lived as Alysa immediately stepped into the space between your legs. She pressed herself completely flush against you, her chest heavy against yours, her thighs pinning you to the wood. Your legs naturally wrapped around her waist, locking her close, and Alysa let out a loud, shuddering whine, her hands sliding back up under your top to grip your waist with desperate, bruising strength as her mouth dragged down your jaw, leaving a trail of hot, wet open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

Alysa’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark, heavy-lidded, and practically glowing under the low light. Hearing that soft, breathless plea—"please alysa…"—seemed to undo whatever last thread of control she was holding onto.

A low, needy hum vibrated in her chest. Without breaking eye contact, she pressed one last lingering, wet kiss to the swell of your chest before trailing her mouth lower. Her lips mapped a burning path down your stomach, each kiss slow and deliberate, making every muscle in your core tremble.

With natural, athletic grace, Alysa dropped to her knees, settling comfortably on the floor right between your parted legs.

From her view below, you looked completely breath-taking, flushed and arched over the edge of the pool table. Alysa’s hands slid up the back of your thighs, her warm fingers digging into your smooth skin to anchor you toward the very edge.

"I've got you," Alysa whispered, her voice raspy, thick with devotion. Her warm breath hit your bare skin, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight through you.

She reached up, her fingers hooking into the lace of your panties, gently pushing the fabric to the side to expose your slick, aching center to the cool air. Alysa let out a shuddering, dazed exhale at the sight, a deep flush spreading across her neck.

She leaned in, her warm, wet tongue making its first slow, devastating drag from bottom to top.

Your hips bucked off the table with a sharp, helpless gasp, your hands scrambling back to grip the felt of the pool table for leverage. Alysa let out a quiet, muffled whine against you, her hands squeezing your thighs tightly to hold you still as she dove in, her tongue finding a rhythmic, swirling pattern over your most sensitive spot, completely drowning you in absolute pleasure.

Your fingers tangled deep into Alysa’s soft hair, pulling her close as your body arched off the edge of the pool table. A long, helpless moan spilled from your lips, echoing through the quiet sunroom, heavy and laden with pleasure.

Down between your thighs, Alysa didn't slow down for a second.

She looked up at you through her dark lashes, her cheeks flushed a bright, intoxicating rose, her mouth glistening. The sheer devotion in her heavy-lidded eyes was absolute...she was watching every shiver, every sharp intake of breath, completely intoxicated by the effect she was having on you.

Seeing you look down at her with those half-lidded, sultry eyes made a muffled, needy whine vibrate against your skin. Driven by the sight, Alysa increased the pace, her tongue lapping over your slick center with a firmer, more frantic rhythm. Her flat palm slid up to press flat against your hip, her thumb digging into your skin to hold you firmly against her mouth as she swirled and flattened her tongue right over your most sensitive spot.

"Alysa..." you gasped out, your knuckles tightening in her hair as a hot, frantic wave of pleasure began to coil tightly in your lower stomach.

Alysa hummed softly against you, the vibration sending sharp jolts of electricity straight up your spine. She didn't break her gaze, keeping those glossy, dark eyes locked onto yours as she worked you closer and closer to the edge, determined to be the absolute only thing on your mind.

As the coil of pleasure pulled impossibly tight in your chest, Alysa seemed to sense just how close you were. Without lifting her mouth, she slid two warm, slick fingers straight inside you with a smooth, deep thrust that made your head snap back against the table.

A sharp, breathless gasp tore from your throat. She immediately established a frantic, curling rhythm inside, her fingers working in tandem with the steady, unrelenting pressure of her tongue against your clit.

The double sensation was too much. The wave broke over you with violent, sudden intensity.

Your hips bucked helplessly off the felt as your climax hit, a loud, heavy moan bursting from your chest. Panicking at the sheer volume in Amber's quiet house, you slapped a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to swallow down the breathless, high-pitched whines vibrating in your throat.

Alysa wasn't having it...

She let out a low, muffled hum against your center, her fingers driving in deep, continuing to stroke through every lingering wave of your release. Reaching up with one hand, she caught your wrist and gently, firmly pulled your hand away from your face, pinning it to the felt beside your head.

"Don't hide," Alysa panted raspiously, looking up at you with heavy, dark eyes as she rode out the shuddering contractions of your body. Her fingers kept up the relentless, torturous pace inside you, drawing out every single drop of pleasure until you were completely breathless, shivering, and clinging to her for dear life.

Alysa slowly pulled herself up from the floor, her limbs soft and warm, and climbed right onto the pool table over you. Her weight settled comfortably between your thighs, her knees pinning you as she leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, lingering, sweet-and-salty kiss.

"Mmm..." Alysa hummed against your mouth, pulling back just an inch, her eyes glossy and heavy with satisfaction. "Do you see how good you taste on my lips?"

That cocky, triumphant smirk was the exact spark you needed.

A surge of hot, possessive energy hit you. Before Alysa could even register the shift, you grabbed her by the hips, using the leverage of the table to flip her smoothly onto her back. The sudden movement drew a sharp, delighted gasp from her as her back hit the felt, her dark hair fanning out around her face.

You immediately climbed over her, straddling her waist and trapping her beneath you.

Alysa looked up at you with wide, dazed eyes, her chest heaving as a deep crimson flush spread over her neck and cheeks. "Oh," she breathed, her hands coming up to rest lightly on your thighs. "Taking control now?"

"You've had your fun, Alysa," you purred, leaning down to press a firm, teasing kiss to the corner of her jaw.

Without breaking your gaze, you slid your hands down her waist, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of her pants. Alysa let out a soft, shuddering breath, her hips instinctively arching up into your touch as your fingers caressed the soft, slick folds of her center, feeling just how ridiculously warm and drenched she already was.

Instead of diving right in, you deliberately withdrew your hand, holding your fingers right in front of her face.

The low light of the room caught the glistening, slick shine covering your skin. Alysa’s eyes dragged down to your hand, her throat working as she swallowed hard.

"Oh..." you whispered, a wicked, teasing smirk curling your lips. "Did eating me out really make you this wet?"

Alysa let out a high, needy whine, her face burning completely red. "You're... you're horrible," she choked out, though her hips twitched up against you in desperate silent demand.

You didn't answer. Keeping your eyes locked onto hers, you slowly brought your fingers to your lips, wrapping your mouth around them and sucking them clean with a soft, deliberate pop, driving Alysa completely over the edge of sanity.

Alysa’s head rested back against the green felt, a soft, helpless gasp escaping her as her cheeks bloomed with a deep, pretty flush.

"Who knew an Olympic athlete could taste this good?" you teased.

"Shut up..." she whimpered, though the embarrassed whine melted away the second your warm, slick fingers gently slid back beneath the elastic of her pants.

You couldn't help the soft, fond smile that tugged at your lips. You loved how sensitive she was for you, how completely she let her guard down in your hands. But instead of rushing her, you slowed your movements down to a gentle, agonizingly sweet pace. You slipped one finger inside her warm, soaking heat, pausing softly to let her adjust, feeling her pulse fluttering wildly against your skin.

Alysa’s eyes fluttered shut, a low, trembling groan spilling past her lips. She threw an arm over her flushed face, trying to hide the needy, breathless noises tearing from her throat.

"Hey..." you murmured softly, reaching up with your free hand to gently thread your fingers through hers, pulling her arm away so you could see her eyes. "Don't hide from me, Alysa. You're so beautiful like this..."

"You're... you're shameless," Alysa gasped out, her chest heaving as you slid a second finger deep inside, keeping the rhythm slow, deep, and steady. Her hips twitched up into your palm, her athletic composure completely melting under your soft touch. "You're driving me crazy..."

"I just want to make you feel good," you whispered tenderly, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of her jaw. You brought your thumb down to lightly brush over her swollen clit, holding back just enough to let the sweet tension build between you. "Tell me what feels good."

Alysa let out a broken, shuddering sigh, her thighs trembling softly against your waist. She rolled her head against the felt, looking up at you with dark, glossy eyes full of absolute devotion. "Please... don't tease... I need you to press right there..."

"Okay," you breathed, yielding to her request immediately.

You pressed your thumb firmly against her clit while easing into a faster, deeper rhythm inside her, your fingers curling gently against her sweet spot with every steady thrust.

The shift made Alysa’s breath hitch into sharp, ragged gasps. Her hips arched up to meet your hand, her fingers tightening around yours as the pleasure built into a towering, overwhelming peak. You leaned down, pressing your forehead against hers, taking her soft, breathless gasps into your own mouth.

"I've got you, Alysa," you murmured softly against her lips, your voice laced with pure warmth as you guided her to the edge. "Just let go... I'm right here."

With a breathless, shuddering sob, Alysa snapped. Her inner muscles clamped down tightly around your fingers, pulsing in intense, rhythmic waves as her climax washed over her. She let out a sweet, high noise, her back arching off the table as she completely surrendered to the feeling, her whole body shivering softly under you while you stroked her gently through every single lingering wave of her release.

Alysa’s chest rose and fell in heavy, shuddering breaths as the final ripples of her climax slowly washed over her.

She let out a long, quiet sigh, all the tension draining from her body as she collapsed back onto the felt. Her eyes opened slowly—glossy, heavy-lidded, and brimming with a soft, dazed warmth as she looked up at you.

"God..." she breathed, her voice raspy and barely above a whisper. She reached up with trembling hands, her fingers gently cupping the side of your face, pulling you down until your foreheads rested together. "You're incredible. I think you completely broke me."

You smiled softly, leaning into her touch and brushing a stray lock of dark hair away from her damp forehead. "You doing okay?" you murmured, your voice low and sweet in the quiet room.

"Better than okay," Alysa giggled, a breathless, contented sound. She shifted beneath you, her arms winding around your shoulders to pull you down into a deep, lazy hug, burying her face into the crook of your neck. "I don't think I'm ever getting off this pool table."

The two of you lay there together in the warm, ambient light of the sunroom, wrapped up in each other as the quiet humming of the house settled around you, the hectic energy of the night completely forgotten.

Slowly, you eased yourself off Alysa, helping her sit up on the sturdy wooden edge of the table. Her cheeks were still flushed a pretty, rosy pink, and she leaned into your side with a soft, contented sigh, looking thoroughly dazed and thoroughly loved.

"Come on," you whispered softly, lacing your fingers through hers and helping her adjust her clothes. "Let's move somewhere a little softer."

Alysa let out a sleepy, happy hum, letting you lead her across the sunroom to the deep plush sofa in the corner. The second you sat down, she melted into you, pulling your arm around her shoulders and curling her legs up into your lap. You pulled the soft fleece throw blanket over both of you, tucking her in close as she rested her head right over your heart.

For a long, quiet stretch, the room was filled with nothing but the soft rustle of the blanket, the steady rhythm of your breathing, and the quiet warmth of her hand lightly tracing lazy circles on your knee. Every few minutes, Alysa would tilt her head up just to steal a sweet, feather-light kiss from your jaw or your lips, giggling softly against your skin whenever you squeezed her a little tighter.

The peaceful silence was broken by the soft creak of the sunroom door swinging open.

Amber stepped into the room holding a glass of water, stopping dead in her tracks. Her eyes darted from the two of you tucked intimately under the blanket, to the slight dishevelment of your clothes, and finally over to the pool table sitting in the middle of the room.

She paused, raising a single eyebrow, her expression a hilarious mix of amusement and deadpan judgment as she just stood there, silently observing the scene.

Alysa blinked, lifting her head from your chest. Looking over at her friend, she puffed out her cheeks and let out a defensive, flustered, "What?"

Amber took a slow sip of her water, holding the glass with both hands as her eyes flicked back to the green felt of the pool table.

"I just really hope," Amber said dryly, making a vague, sweeping gesture with her free hand between the two of you and the table, "that none of that happened on my pool table."

Without waiting for an answer, Amber turned on her heel and casually strolled right back out of the room, letting the door click softly shut behind her.

The game room fell dead silent for two seconds.

“hii everyone,” you said cheerfully, waving at your audience and smiling. “i’m sorry i missed the stream last week, but i’m back!”

@/alysassmileypiercing - ahhhh we missed u sm girl 🩷

@/yourwifelol - She’s BACKKKK

@/alysaandyoufan - where’s ur gf girl give the people what they want 🏳️‍🌈

“chat, i’ve been streaming for thirty seconds and you’re already asking for alysa damn. just say you hate me i guess,” you laughed, knowing that your fans loved seeing your girlfriend almost as much as you did.

@/figureskatingfan - soooo when is the gay stuff starting (asking for a friend)

@/alysaxyoushipper - if i had a wife that gorgeous i’d be dying to show her off ngl 😌

@/yourbiggestfan - BRING HER OUTTT 😫

“can you guys at least pretend you’re here for me? she’ll be here in a second calm down,” you reassured your audience, as you heard alysa’s footsteps down the hallway. 

Alysa peeked her head into the room and smiled as you gestured for her to come in. you lightly took hold of her hand as she sat on your lap, making herself comfortable.

@/sportsrpf - THE PEOPLE’S PRINCESS IS HERE ⛸️❄️🥇

@/alysaswifey - ughh most gorgeous couple of all time holy shit 🩷❤️

@/alysassmileypiercing - these facecards are CRAZY and the body is TEA

@/slut4alysa - THAT’S MY WIFE 😍 oh sorry i meant that’s your wife

alysa laughed as she read the comments in your chat, “i missed you all too,” she responded smiling at the camera. 

“what about me girl? what the helly,” you pouted, wondering if she missed you too.

“i missed you the most baby. no offense chat,” alysa smirked, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as she continued reading their messages. 

“i guess i’ll forgive you,” you told her, leaning in to whisper in her ear,” only because you're looking so fine today,” you said, making alysa giggle.

“so like it says in the title, today we’ll be doing a little couples q&a so ask away. OH, please don’t say anything too crazy, chat, i know youre all a bunch of little freaks but lets keep it pg-13 please.”

as you said that alysa stifled a laugh, knowing how feral the fans of you and her on the internet could get.  

@/hoe4youandalysa - WHEN R U GUYS GETTING MARRIED? 💍

@/alysaswifelol - who wears the pants in the relationship?

@/figureskatingrpf - who wears the strap in the relationship? (omg who said that)

@/gays4alysaliu - what goes on in this room when ur not streaming!?!?!🤨

@/alysayoushipper - who has shorter nails??? 😉😏

“chat i said don't get too crazy!” you complained, though you thought the chat’s questions were funny, “you girls and gays are so nasty sometimes damn.”

@/yourbiggest fan - LMAO not her calling us out 😭

@/alysaandyoufan - how did you two meet each other???

@/sportsrpf - i already know the story but i want to hear it again it’s so cuteee 🤭

“oooh can i tell the story babe? it’s literally the cutest thing ever,” alysa asked you with a big smile on her face. you nodded, knowing how much alysa loved to tell stories, especially about your relationship.

“so it was during the olympics, and i was getting in some extra ice time just to get some extra practice before my actual performance. and then i see the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen sitting in the stands watching me skate,” alysa smiled, gesturing towards you.

“then once i was done skating, i was looking at reels on my phone and i totally bumped right into someone and they dropped their bag on the floor. so i went to pick it up and our hands touched like a moment straight out of a romance novel. and i looked up and there she was. i fell in love right away.”

@/yourbiggestfan - okay that was the CUTEST thing i’ve ever heard 😩

@/alysassmileypiercing - not me tearing up omg 😪

@/yourapologist - this is true love if i’ve ever seen it #OTP ❤️❤️

@/alysaandyourchild - AHHH WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE 😍

“aww baby,” you said, looking at alysa with love in your eyes, “you always tell stories so beautifully.

“well that was a beautiful experience for me,” alysa admitted, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“okay, i know i just started the stream but i gotta go chat. i have business to take care of,” you said, laughing at the camera and leaning in to end the stream.

@/alysaxliu: GIRL WHAT THE FUCK

@/oaklandprincess: damn she rly wants to thank alysa for that nice story 😭

@/alysaapologist - NO WAY girl lasted 5 minutes before leaving w her gf