The art of keeping a secret.

[Dante Pryzdatek]

`Dante Pryzdatek~

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"What can I say, I'm no superman." Dante grinned playfully, staring into the girls eyes. He didn't really know what he was doing, he was merely following impulses, but at the present time, neither of them seemed to be interested in the least with changing anything. He didn't want to come over too strong, he didn't want to move to fast and ruin things, but he wanted Gretchen, that was so damn obvious. Fuck. Why did he always get himself into these situations?
okay usually they had good, nay, fantastic results, but he always got too awkward with the girl, and it took a little to break through that ice.

After kissing the girl, Dante felt a little bit guilty. He kept himself close to her, so that their bodies were touching, she could feel the softness of his hands against his clothes. Each time the girl took a breath, he felt her body reached closer to his, and fall, rhythmically. Smiling, Dante couldn't believe that he was doing this, with Gretchen of all people, considering that just an hour ago he was trying his hardest to fall asleep so that he could rid his mind of the boredness that had taken over him. Needless to say, this situation was much, much, much better than that.

Continuing to keep his face mere centimeters from the girls own, Dante could see directly into the girls own eyes. He hadn't ignored everything that the girl had said, he merely had other things on his mind, and had forgotten to reply. Shaking his head, remembering what the girl had said, Dante laughed. "Yeah, right." He grinned, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "You have uhh.. incredibly sexy muscles." He said, reaching forward to plant yet another soft kiss against the top of her arm. "If you want me to, I will." He said, sitting up. "But I don't think you want me to leave."

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[Gretchen Fitzroy]

Up until now, Gretchen's thoughts had mainly been playing on, around, or directed at Dante. She hadn't taken into consideration that at any moment her phone could go off, and potentially ruin this. The thought of one of her dorm mates bursting in at any time wasn't on her mind either. To be honest, Gretch wasn't even thinking of Bobby, the vampire boy from the ice rink, and what had happened there. No, everything had been about, or near about Dante. It was hard to focus on the consequences of their actions, when there was such a good distraction lying not even three inches away from herself. But then again, being found with the Pryzdatek boy wasn't exactly a bad thing... He could have very well of been the school's "it" boy without much argument.

"It's okay. I'll let you be my superman. I think blue and red might suit you nicely." the words were laced in a patronizing tone, the smile accompanying them merely adding to this front. After the kiss, Gretch couldn't say that she wasn't feeling a temporary happy glow. They hadn't kissed the night they had met... or had they? Eh, she had been too smashed to remember anyway, so this was classed as a first kiss, right? Well, a first one with Dante anyway. Gretchen wasn't exactly miss innocent in that way. But why the hell was she getting so sentimental about this? There was still the fact that this guy could just be screwing with her flying about her head. She wasn't going to let herself get totally sucked into him.

Not yet, anyway.

Listening to the boy's comments as they came, the teen felt a little bit speechless. Which really, really sucked. She didn't want to give Dante the idea that she was wrapped around his finger, because that wasn't the case. She was just falling for him, was all. "Mmm, yeah. Sexier than yours, if I do say so myself." she mumbled with a grin, though it was more of a filling in comment than an actual statement. What the girl was more interested in was the fact that the boy had just sat up, and his words to match.

Following his actions, Gretch sat up slowly, her hand still on his chest. "And I don't think you want to leave, either." she said, turning her hand to it had a bit of a grip on Dante's shirt. And just like that, she broke whatever bet or such had been tied with the the boy. Resisting him was out the window, as the youth slowly leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. After a moment, she closed her eyes, effected by the mere ecstasy he gave off. After the gentle kiss, Gretchen had loosened her grip, so her hand rested on his chest again. Once she broke away, the girl opened her eyes, waiting for the reaction of some sort that was sure to come.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

`Dante Pryzdatek~

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"I like the sound of that.." Dante smiled, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly. His low voice rumbled slightly, as he almost whispered the sentence. He was happy to be there, he wanted to be there, he was so, so glad that he wasn't stuck in his room. His roomates annoyed the living shit out of him anyways, and he didn't really want to bother with going anywhere else. He wasn't sure that Gretchen was actually that keen on him being there, but she had called him, and he had worked on intuition. Eh, it suited him just fine to be sitting this close to someone that looked so sexy.

Dante didn't really know what he was doing by sitting up. There was no way that he was leaving, not yet, no way. He was merely teasing the girl, but after having done so, he was a bit nervous that he had totally screwed the mood. The girl didn't react straight away, so Dante felt the muscles in his stomach tighten up. Okay, so Dante had just fucked up the perfect situation, the perfect feeling, the perfect moment. Fuck, fuck, fuck fu-. The next thing that happened actually scared him. Not in a bad way, that wasn't really possible, more shocked, nay, pleasantly surprised him. In a great, fantastic way, mind you.

Kissing the girl back slightly, his eyes staring directly at her, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, Dante closed his eyes to savour the moment. "I told you you wanted me." He said, grabbing the girls hand off his chest, and moving himself so he was kneeling directly above her. "No-one can resist the amazing Dante Pryzdatek." He said, kissing the girl, his lips slightly apart, but not whore-ishly. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have been able to leave you alone in a million years, not with all those good-lookin' guys around the corner waiting to pounce." He grinned, kissing the girls neck, smirking in happiness.

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[Gretchen Fitzroy]

"Mmm, as do I." Gretchen replied, her voice smooth to match her words. So in reality, the girl didn't need a superman. She didn't even need boyfriend, to be totally honest. Guys were more of a want, than a need. She liked having a boyfriend, or a boy around in general. She loved attention, and the majority of the male population that the girl came across actually liked to give her attention. Besides, they added to her ego, and her social status. Not having a boyfriend, let alone having any love or lust interests kind of classified you as timid in this day and age. But in saying that, she didn't go through guys like she did pens. She wasn't a slut in these senses. She just liked a variation of guys, as long as they had the basics; looks, charm, and a decent personality. The first of these three just happened to be very important.

Gretch couldn't help but think, only for a split second, about her first kiss. She had been... thirteen, perhaps? Heck, it could have been before that, she hadn't been paying much attention to her age. The boy however, had been fifteen, someone she had met backstage at a modeling shoot. Generally guy models were either gay or snobs, but he had been a little different. He took a second glance, and that was enough to catch her eye. After the shoot, they had gone out for ice cream or what not, and ended up snogging in a park, under an old-fashioned street lamp. Mature scene for a young girl? Completely. But Gretch had never really based her actions on her age. Anyway, the main point about her remembering her first kiss was that she remembered how naturally it had come. And, like this moment too, things just seemed to slide and click into place. As tacky as it sounded, and as cheesy and corny as it may have been... it was almost like it was the rightest thing either of them had done all night.

Feeling Dante kiss back sent a smile spinning onto the girl's lips, so that when they parted, she looked up at him with a satisfied expression. She had been about to reply to his comment, when the boy shifted. Now kneeing above her, the teenager felt pinned by both his body, and his gaze. Not that she minded, either way. She managed a small bubble of laughter, before kissing Dante back as he was her. "Oh, well I'm glad you're looking out for my well being, Mr Amazing." she uttered with a smile, closing her eyes briefly and arching her neck into his touch. "But still, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist doing this to me." Gretchen said softly, running a single finger up and down the seam of the boy's pants in the crotch area.

Thats right. She went there.

[Dante Pryzdatek]

`Dante Pryzdatek~

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Okay, so Dante hadn't actually been thinking of his first kiss, but that didn't mean that the writer wasn't going to tell the story of it anyway. When you think about it, it was really romantic on Dante's accord, it must have been the start of his charming ways. He was thirteen years old, she was fifteen, and they had been best friends for what seemed like forever. Their parents were best mates, and Dante and Georgette, as her name was, had been egged on by their parents, it seems like they wanted their kids to get together. It was kind of disturbing, really, but it put too much pressure on Dante to ever pursue anything. She was the popular old girl, and the boy knew that he would get teased by everybody if he made a move and it wasn't wanted. One day, as the pair sat in the pool, the girl wearing a blue and green bikini that looked absolutely fabulous in Dante's mind, they merely talked. Georgette grabbed Dantes hand, and smiled at him. What do you think the boy did? He brought himself closer to the girl and kissed her.

It was a story that didn't have a happy ending, nor that much content considering they decided just to be friends just three weeks after the incident, but Dante regards it as his first real kiss. If you're talking first kiss ever, whatever it was, it was probably when the boy was six, and he was cornered by a group of seven year olds, forced to kiss each one of them, just a peck of course. This is where Dante claims that he was infected by the utterly dangerous and contagious 'cootes'.


Again kissing the girl, knowing that it felt better than it had with anyone else, Dante couldn't help but smile as he did so. He felt the girl kiss back, as a sigh of relief crossed his mind, knowing that the girl was probably into this as much as he was. Resting his head on the pillow next to the girl, Dante gently kissed at the girls neck, a laugh escaping his mouth. "I'd better be careful, you know. I wouldn't want to catch cootes." He said, as he felt the girls finger trace a spot on the boy that he wasn't expecting. Smiling all the more, Dante rested his body closer to the girls, bringing a hand up to turn the girls head to face him completely. "Mr Amazing, you read me like a book." He rumbled, unable to wipe the proud, happy, excited smile off his face, instead turning it to a smirk.

Running his hand slowly down the side of the girls body, feeling every curve, every breath, Dante sat his hand on the girls hips, using it to balance himself, to bring him back down form this high. Pressing his lips up against those of Gretchen's, with his top lip over hers, and his bottom sitting directly on hers, Dante smiled as he kissed her. "Gretch..."

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

"Cooties?" Gretchen questioned with a mischievous smile, quirking her head slightly. She then shook her head gently before adding something more. "Sweetie, the only thing I'm worried about it you having some icky STD." the girl raised her eye brows in a teasing way, wondering what Dante would have to say to that. There wasn't a very big chance that he actually had one... but... you never know, do you? Cooties were such a big thing when she was a youngster, they were like a dreadful disease that stayed with you your entire life. Caught from the opposite gender, by kissing, hugging her holding hands with them. Gretch had probably got her 'cooties' at age six, when crush of long time kissed her on the cheek in her backyard. She had been so grossed out, and freaked out, that she didn't realize he had liked her too. These days... cooties were juvenile and false. Sexually transmitted diseases? Well, they sucked, to put it in a short statement.

"Well, either that or I'm just trying to make you feel better about yourself..." Gretch mumbled with a grin, pulling her head up and placing a light kiss on the boys lips. When she pulled away, the teenager found herself eager for more. Again, she could sense that Dante was acting like a drug that she was fast becoming addicted to. When realizing this, the girl was also aware of the fact that dozens (or more) girls would probably kill for the position she was in now. 'Mr Amazing' himself, kissing her and speaking words filled with flirtation and such. If she didn't say so herself, Gretchen Fitzroy was defiantly 'in' with this guy. For now, anyway.

As the boy ran his hand along the side of her body, the girl had to control her breathing. In, our. In, out. In, out. Steady breaths to stop her from hyperventilating, or stopping breathing altogether. Why was it becoming a small problem? Because she actually liked this guy. Dante was, ultimately, the type of person she could see herself with. Whether he thought the same was a whole different matter. So when he kissed her again, the teen smiled into it. Gretchen kissed him tenderly, pulling up one of her hands so it rested on his cheek, her thumb gazing the skin softly. "Dante...?" she whispered, as she opened her eye, the girl hoped to catch his gaze again.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

`Dante Pryzdatek~

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STD? Dante laughed at the mere mention of the thing that he was certainly not affected by. "You kidding me, right?" He said, letting him fall down onto the girl further. The full weight of his body was not on the girl, but was just pressed up against hers, so he could feel her every movement, every breathe, every kiss. Of course, Dante was enjoying this, who wouldn't like being with someone like Gretchen, she was smoldering for fucks sake, but he couldn't actually feel the awkwardness that had somewhat plagued him at the beginning of their... meeting. "You know, I'm starting to think you don't like me." He said, pulling himself back up, so their bodies weren't touching, although his shirt hung down and was brushing against hers. Still holding onto her hip, Dante grinned.

"Do you like me, Gretchen, or are you just playing me along, twirling me around your little finger, hoping that you'll forget about the other guy that is so obviously on your mind?" Dante was only joking, of course, but he hoped that the girl would take this as an opportunity to take it to the next level, or just get more into the situation. It didn't really bother him, but he felt like he was the only one putting into this, as if it was a one sided crush, or he was raping her, which he sure as hell wasn't. Ugh, just the thought made Dante shiver, of course, not the good shiver that he got when he felt the girls touch, the girls breathe, the girls lips against his own.

Instead of moving, Dante merely kneeled there, a knee on either side of the girls legs, his body directly above the girls. Was this what she wanted, or did she just want to be friends? Did Gretchen even like Dante like that, or was the boy imagining the flirting and teasing comments, the invitations to take it further. Feeling his chest rise and fall systematically, the whole thoughts of Gretchen not liking him got the boy nervous. Lucky his subconscious was still on target, not failing to make the boy breathe, or keep himself from squashing the girl underneath him. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath, his eyes staring intently into the girls own.

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[Gretchen Fitzroy]

"Ohh, trying to put on the carefree innocent front, are you? I can see right through that act, Dante. You know, it's okay if you have a little family of crabs living down there. You can get help. And I won't think much less of you, either way." Yeah, it was a large stretch of the truth, but Gretchen was going out on a limb here. The grin on her face made it clear that the girl was only still teasing though. In all honesty, the girl highly doubted Dante of all people having something as gross as an STD. He had taste in girls, or so she thought and... Alright, I'm just going to stop here now, before we go off into some lecture about safe sex and whatnot.

"You know, I'm starting to think you don't like me."

Whoops. That kinda... sucked. The girl stopped herself from groaning in obvious disappointment, which was probably a good thing for herself. "Oh snap, Dante. Looks like you've got me all worked out." she said with a slight roll of her chocolate eyes. But all the same, even if he was joking, and she was joking... what if the slight chance that he wasn't kidding was true? That sent off the warning bells. What if by her continuous teasing and bantering... the girl had sent him the wrong message? She really liked Dante, and really hoped he felt the same way. She wanted to be more than his friends. Didn't she? Yes, duh.

As the other teenager moved again, now kneeling with each of his legs on either side of her, Gretch quirked her head to the side slightly, trying to read his features. Her hand had slipped from the boys cheek since he sat upright, so it now fell to the base of his shirt for the time being. "Well, by the looks of things, Dan, I'm pretty sure I've already got you wrapped around my little finger. And as for the other boy? He's long gone. Unless you've got some weird twin I might be mistaking you for?" she teased in return, using the same kind of gaze and tone on the boy as he was on her.

Gretchen positioned herself so she was propped up on her elbow still next to her. Well, she couldn't exactly learn up to wards the boy, he was kneeling over her (which still wasn't a problem), so this was the closest she could get for now. "I think the really question here is do you like me? Because so far, I think I could just be another notch in your belt." her hand that had been on Dante's shirt now moved down an inch, so her fingertips could play on the top of his belt buckle. Even though this could be regarded as some... serious matters? That grin couldn't be wiped from Gretch's face.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

"Wow, Gretchen, you really know how to turn a man on." Dante joked, at the girls comment about him having crabs. As if, Dante thought, as a smile cracked up on his face. "You know a lot about these STDs, don't you? I think you..." Dante pressed his index finger against the girls chest, only lightly though, so he didn't hurt her. "Might be infected." He grinned, poking his tongue out at the girl, to make sure that she knew that he wasn't being serious. Though when was Dante ever being serious? The whole time that he had spent with Gretchen, they had been joking, flirting and teasing, getting rid of the awkwardness, and growing to like each other. But don't get Dante wrong, he enjoyed it, even if most of the girls he slept with were sluts and he didn't actually like them for themselves, more for their sexy, good looks. Which, Gretchen also possessed.

Looking into the girls eyes, Dante couldn't help but get a bit lost. The deep chocolate color, a brown that Dante hadn't really seen that often when it came to people's eye colors, so rich, so deep, and the lighter colored dots that surrounded the pupil were like that of those with hazel eyes. It wasn't often that there was a lighter color on top of a darker color, and Dante just couldn't bring himself to break of the eye contact. He could vaguely see himself in her eyes, just the outline of course, thanks to the small light source, but enough to know that she was looking directly at him. Tuning out once again, whilst looking in to her eyes, Dante grinned as he was brought back to reality by the touch of the girls hand on his belt. Okay, that too wasn't expected, but that didn't mean that he wasn't happy with what she was doing. Okay, so some could think that they were a lot older than they were, by the way that they were acting, but fuck, it was legal.

"Don't beat yourself up, its my favourite belt." Dante joked, hoping that the girl too had been joking. Of course Dante liked her, why would he use someone like Gretchen, instead of some other bitch that he would probably never see again? No, Dante was risking the whole friendship by pursuing this, and if Gretchen said no now, then Dante would probably be shattered. "I like you. I want you. I need you." He grinned playfully, keeping his body directly about hers, gazing into his eyes, still smiling as if he were breaking all the rules in the book. "So, I know you like me. How much?" He asked, giving the girl a look like he wanted to continue with all that was happening, that he wanted to the girl to make a move of some description.

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

"Why thank you, Dante. I try, but not too hard, because I don't want to, or need to play all my cards just yet. Do I?" Ah, really, their teasing and such was being relayed like that of arguing five year olds, but the manor in which it was in... the flirting and such, it was way off the capability of a youngster like that. Gretchen enjoyed joking around with guys, for it displayed just how much tolerance (and humor, of course) they would have for her. Guys with short fuses tended to be less entertaining compared to those who had a fresh sense of humor on their side. So when it came to Dante, again, he was just right.

With the boy's finger pressed lightly on her chest, Gretch continued to smile up at him, rather innocently, despite her comment about looking innocent only a moment ago. "If I'm infected, it's not with an STD. Unless you count yourself as a disease...?" a questioning look appeared on her face, yet still rooted by the flirtatious, playful smile smeared across the girls features. It was kind of... funny, actually? To think some girls her age, that went to normal high schools didn't have to worry about this. They had a normal boyfriend, normal friends, and a somewhat normal life. No worrying about walking around a corner and having half your face blown off. No stressing out about what guy you'd like to spend the night with (not that this was a problem for Gretchen at this time, though). And defiantly no pondering on just what the fuck you were going to do with your eternal life. How shitty was that? Sure, she'd be young for like ever, but that didn't stop the nagging feeling that she didn't want to act like a teenager her entire life. Maturity. It screwed with you like that.

"Oh, your favorite, is it? Thanks, Dan, you're making me feel so much better." She didn't mean for the latter part of her statement to come out or... whore-ish and whatnot, so hopefully the boy wouldn't read into it like that. Oh well, it wouldn't do too much damage, either way. All the while, Gretch hadn't broken their gaze. And nor did she plan to, either. In her mind, the first one to look away was going to potentially be the weaker one out of the two. They both needed to prove to each other, as much as themselves, just how much their liked one another. "I like you. I want you. I need you." After this, the teen grinned again, nodding in approval.

"Good answer." she added, sliding her hand so it slowly moved down Dante's leg, resting on the middle part of his thigh. Giving his question a moment or so thought, the girl wondered to herself, just how much she did like him. As pointed out before, this was a fight to prove themselves. It was obvious that she liked him allot, allot more than a friend anyway. "Lets put it this way..." she said, running her hand up his side so it rested a little under his rib cage. "I like you, allot. I really want you. And quite frankly? I think I need you." she had twisted his words around, and thrown them right back. Applying some pressure to body through her hand, Gretchen did it to give Dante the message that she wanted to pick up where they had left off before this little chat.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

Dante didn't really know what to do. So he had done this is with so many girls before, but never with someone that he actually considered a friend. The boy didn't want to move to fast, he didn't want to scare her off, or seem too frigid or timid, because that most certainly wasn't the real Dante. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but with the impulses that he had, Dante figured that he only had to follow his intuition. It was simple enough, and hopefully Gretchen's room-mate didn't come home. Okay, so that would have been awkward... Incredibly awkward, to say the absolute least. Dante just didn't want to look silly in front of girls.

A slight shiver went down the boy's spine as he felt the girl touching his thigh, a smile quickly spread across his face. The girl probably could see that he was enjoying this chat with the girl, although it wasn't so much as conversation as it was flirting and teasing. The two really were peas in a pod, they were exactly the same, except she was the girl version, and he was the boy. The similarities between the two, they had so much in common, they had similar interests, and they were both totally and utterly flirtatious. Grinning as he thought how allike he was to the girl, this actually turned Dante on. She was like him, he loved himself, well, you do the math.

"Dan? Dan?" The boy scoffed, however still grinning. "You will pay for that!" He joked, pushing himself down onto the mattress next to him, and pulling the girl on top of him. "And I guess that makes two of us." Dante winked towards the girl, still smirking and grinning at the same time. It's not known how exactly he does this, but he does it oh-so well. He didn't actually think about the fact that he had actually given the girl the position of power but he didn't care. Resting one hand on the girls lower back, one on her hip, Dante once again fixed his eyes on the girls. Placing his right hand on the side of her face, Dante gently kissed the girl, the smile finally wiped off her face.

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[Gretchen Fitzroy]

Admittedly, Gretch was scaring herself a little. To be quite honest, lock her in a room with a cute guy, and she could work her magic blind folded. By now, one could say that the girl knew the 'tricks of the trade' and how to handle herself in situations like this. But put her on a bed with Dante and cut them both down to raw feelings? Truthfully? She was felling nervous about it. She didn't know if she was making the right moves, saying the right words. Heck, she didn't know if she was breathing properly, for god sake. But why was it just him that did this to her? Was it because she actually wanted to have something after tonight? Whether that be their continued friendship, or something more? Yeah, Dante could be an egotistical jerk and a major player, but Gretch wasn't much better. There was so much to think about, and so little space and time to do so. She was just caught up on him.

Seeing the smile spread across the boy's made the girls heart skip a beat. Or two. Knowing that she could do that to him, with something as smile as the movement of her hand was quite... pleasing, and gave her a bit more confidence now. And, well, the next thing that happened came as a small surprise to Gretchen. She had known that calling him 'Dan' would cause some sort of reaction, as she had discovered when they first met. However, in this position, she knew she was likely to get away with it. Which she did. Kind of.

After having been flipped, and therefore now on top of Dante, the teen laughed aloud softly. "Oh, riiight. This is totally punishment." the girl rolled her eyes playfully, before kissing him back gently, nothing too full yet. Breaking off from the kiss, the youth then shifted so that she was laying over the boys body. Lucky for both of them, Gretch was a light-weighted girl, she was wouldn't be utterly crushing him. Folding her arms and resting them on the top of Dante's chest, the girl continued to peer into his eyes. "So, Danny, what were we you saying? How much you adore and love me for finally using your wonderful nickname?" the grinned returned, before Gretchen leaned to the boy's face so she engaged them in a kiss once again.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

Tugging at the bottom of his shirt with his free hand, as the other rested on the girls waist, Dante didn't know whether the girl was catching his hint. He was trying to make the girl see that he wanted to take this further, and for that to happen, well, lets just say his shirt didn't really need to be on. Okay, it was stupid, but he was as egotistical as it got, and he loved his sixpack. He was just an idiot that loved himself, and Gretchen knew what she was getting in to, that she'd have to compete for the love. But to be honest, she was basically tying at the moment. Whether that was going to change, Dante wasn't really sure, all he knew was that she looked... sexy.

Okay, so changing the way they were lying wasn't really punishment, but Dante didn't really mean if for the present time. No, in a few moments, maybe, but he just wanted a change. He didn't want to squash the girl, it was quite evident that she weighed less than him. If she didn't... well, Dante probably wouldn't be wanting to kiss her, let alone be in the same room. If there was one person that advocated the "No Fat Chicks" cliche, as horrible as it may have sounded, Dante couldn't really be described as being nice, anyway.

"Oh, don't squash me, Gretchen." He said, lifting the girl slightly as he took a deep breath in, feeling the girls body press against his. Kissing the girl back, harder than he had before, but only just, Dante grinned as his lips pressed against hers, his tongue delicately tracing the outline of her bottom lip, teasingly. "I'm serious, Gretchen, don't call me that unless you want to pay for it. You may want to though, I don't know what kinky fantasies you've been having." Dante joked, rolling his eyes playfully towards the girl. Feeling the kiss him again, all pretend angst that had built up was gone, and the boy slowly closed his eyes. This he could live with.

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

Tugging at the bottom of his shirt? That was a sign that screamed 'strip me' if Gretchen had ever seen one. Yeah, she would gladly remove the shirt, if she wasn't such a bloody tease. Truth be it, she was swaying back and forth from giving Dante what he wanted, and making him chase after what he needed. The shirt was going to come off, that was almost a definite fact, but just... not yet. The right opportunity would arise, at a time when Gretchen knew she could do it with giving into the vampire boy. Besides that, she really was keen to find out just what was under that black shirt. Gretch liked six packs.

"Oh shut up, Dante. Or else I'll tell all your little girlfriends about your unfortunate case of Genital Herpes." the youth managed to sneak it, right before another kiss. She was just as serious as the boy was. Because neither of them had an STD, and nor were they fat so... that was just that. His teasing kiss sent another shudder throughout Gretchen's body, something the girl was sure that the boy beneath her was bound to feel. After all, she could sense all of his movements, all of his breaths, so what would stop him from feeling the shudder he gave her? Nothing, obviously. Moving on, the teenager shook her head at his comment. "Fine. But only because I don't really feel like being chained up and... I dunno, you being able to have your way with me? Kinky fantasies are one thing, but rape is another, sweetie." There was that grin again.

Closing her eyes at the same time as Dante did, Gretch now removed her arms from his chest, and moved them down to the base of his shirt. From there, the girl tugged up at the sides, prying the shirt from his body and moving it up. The garment got about half way up his torso, before it got pinned against the weight of both of them. Pulling her head up, and breaking off the kiss rather gingerly, the teen raised an eye brow, almost to ask Dante if he would assist her with getting rid of his shirt. She doubted there would be any arguments there.

[Dante Pryzdatek]

At least Gretchen took the hint, that was all that Dante really cared about. All he wanted to do was kiss Gretchen, he was more than happy to keep on going with this little meeting. He didn't really want to close his eyes as he kissed her, he wanted to see how beautiful she was, but as he had always advocated, it was rude to stare. Okay, so he had always said that rather jokingly, but that didn't really matter, he didn't want to scare Gretchen off or something, by seeming like a pervert or something, that was definitely not what Dante was. He was merely a player, it wasn't a perverted sort of thing, not in anybody's opinions.

Although Dante loved it when he was with Gretchen, even just talking to her, as she thought of her as a good friend, Dante couldn't help but admit that he was having the best time that he had ever had with her at the moment. Okay, so there wasn't much talking, or hanging out, going on, but the two had shared their first kiss; and second, third, fourth, fifth and so on for that matter. Okay, so that may not have been their first kiss, Dante didn't know, their first meeting they were so drunk that anything could have happened and the pair wouldn't remember. Not that it wasn't incredibly fun.

Looking into the girls eyes, still lost in the deep chocolate colour that he found so entrancing, Dante felt a smile reach his face. He was happy just lying there with Gretchen, thinking about everyone. But he knew that wasn't going to happen, just lying there, no. Thinking that, a smirk replaced the smile, as he kissed the girl, in a teasing sort of way. He had no idea what the girl really thought of him at that present moment, but she was now the one that was pinning him down (however lightweight her body was, if Dante tried to stand up she would probably fall to the ground), and she didn't seem like she was planning on getting up anytime soon.

"Fuck you, Gretch." Dante laughed, once again pressing his lips against hers, hoping to shut her up. Oddly enough, speaking of std's was not a turn on, and Dante really wished that she would stop bring it up. He was fairly sure that she didn't have one, and if she did, Dante would probably kill himself. The thought made Dante shiver, and the boy immediately wiped his mind clear, continuing to kiss the girl.

Feeling the girl break off the kiss, Dante looked up at the girl, a confused look upon his face. He hadn't even felt her pull his shirt up, but he was more than happy to help, pulling out his arms one by one and pulling the shirt up over his head. Smirking confidently, Dante raised his eyebrows suggestively, and rested his head on his hands casually, a cocky confident look now occupying his once confused features.