Ophelia tried to stop thinking and to just feel her way through this. IT was true she had started this, but Brett had always let her know that sex was in her court. He wasn't pushing her. It was Ophelia who wanted this, to share this with Brett. She didn't care about any of the other girls he had slept with. He hadn't dated any of them. He was dating her with no pressure. And now she wanted him. Truth be told she had wanted him for much longer then that. Part of her wished he had let her seduce him when she was on that lust potion, because then she wouldn't be so nervous and over thinking it.
As she gently pulled away, she had that playful smirk on her dark lips as she stepped backwards, taking him with her. "Perhaps we should go somewhere more comfortable?" she asked softly as she untangled herself from his arms and took his hand, leading him up the stairs to the bedroom. As they crossed the threshold, she led him into the room, and then softly closed the door behind him. Now she was nervous. She tried to hide it as she kissed him again. Her heart was beating faster, pulse sped up. Looking up at him, her blue eyes betrayed her nerves a bit, which wasn't really going with her seducing-her-hot-super-experienced-rockstar-boyfriend-plan.
She pushed him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he was forced to sit and look up at her. Pushing through Ophelia unzipped the dress she wore and let it fall into a sheer pile at her feet. And then she was pretty much at a loss as to what to do, now clad in lacey lingerie. Was it too much? Was she pushing it? Rushing it? It wasn't supposed to be like this was it? She knew she should have asked Blake or Vi for advice. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and leaned down to kiss Brett, hoping to get that momentum back.