The lecherous grin returned as she pressed her body against him. With one arm on either side of her, he leaned in, anchoring his arms to the vanity and trapping her within. Cocking his head to the side, he moved in so his breath fanned her lips. Almost touching, but agonizingly not, he whispered. "Stryfe." He paused, letting his lips hover enticingly so close to hers. She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him so very much. But not nearly enough.
He grinned, turning those soft pouty lips sinful and quickly pulled away as if the moment had never happened. "Collette...not sure it suits you." He returned to her bed and picked up an old and obviously worn out stuffed animal. Tossing it lightly in the air he caught it by its waist and collapsed onto the bed. Resting his head on the animal, he turned his head towards her. "You know I had a stuffed animal once. Lucky. He was a stuffed dog. Then one day I found out...he actually was a real dog...just stuffed. My parents are a bit fucked up in the head."