Nepeta walked slowly towards her bedroom, her safe haven, where she could let her hair down and finally relax, mourn Pounce in peace. She just wanted to take off the mask she wore out in front of the rest of the world.

Up ahead she heard foot steps, heavy and nervous. She rounded the corner they were coming from and, before she could think, found herself being pinned to a wall. She could only writhe for a moment, confused and terrified, before lips met hers and someone's arms encased her in a gentle embrace.

She should've opened her eyes, should've looked to see
who was keeping her wrapped in their arms but she almost didn't care. They were
being gentle with her. They weren't treating her like all the other people who
had kissed her, not that she'd had many, like she was tough enough to be knocked into glass and smashed against a wall too hard. No this… this
was quiet and soft and it felt like it meant something more than just
meaningless sex. So she didn't care, couldn't, because for the first time since
she came to this game she was being treated like something fragile. Something
to be taken care of.

It was too overwhelming for her not to kiss back, not to
wrap her arms around their neck. It was even more overwhelming when the boy,
whoever he was, reached down and gently pulled her up so that her waist was
even with his and her back was pressed against the wall to hold her up. She
wrapped her legs around his waist tightly so as to secure herself for him and
continued to kiss him, eyes shut.

He pressed tentatively into her with his waist, hitting
exactly where he needed to in order to make her gasp ever so slightly. He knew
how to touch, or at least it felt that way. He had found her tender spot
through her jeans and seemed satisfied to simply rock against it rather than
take it any further with her. It was slightly satisfying to her as well, little
moans escaping her mouth and being soaked into his mouth, her fingers clutching
at his back.

The way he was moving and how he was hitting the right spot
every single time was enough. She felt her body jerk as it did when she toyed
with herself. She never needed to stick her fingers inside to feel pleased,
only ever needing to rub exactly where he was rubbing. She moaned in shock,
having never had anyone else do it besides her, and was surprised to find it
felt much better this way, with someone else causing the reaction. Her legs
tightened around him and she let her body thrust as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Once she was finished, she leaned her head down and hid her
face in his neck. She was blushing too hard and she didn't want him to see how
embarrassed she was. No one had ever seen her in that state, no one had ever
heard her make those noises. Only herself. Only ever herself. She whimpered
into his neck as he pulled her away from the wall, her legs straining and
finally falling down. She felt weak, stumbling as she stood. She actually
didn't know if she'd make it the twenty feet to her bedroom.

She hesitated, grabbing his shirt and biting her lip, still
not looking up to see who it was that made her feel that way, even making sure she didn't look towards the clothes that would give him away. She swallowed her
pride and pointed down towards her bedroom, "Could… could you help me get to my
room, purretty please? I don't think I can make it without falling over."

He didn't say anything but still took her hand and led her
down the hall, helping her when she stumbled and making sure she didn't fall
over. He finally stopped at her door and opened it, leading her into it and
setting her down on her bed. It wasn't until he went to kiss her again that she
noticed who it was.

First she was shocked, then she was angry. But the anger
didn't last long and she couldn't help herself as she kissed him back and
whined when he pulled away. She looked up at him with her cheeks too green and
her lips too swollen. This wasn't how she had wanted things to be, this was
wrong. Especially considering he was clearly genocidal.

She cleared her throat and picked at her black jeans, biting
the inside of her lip, "AC thinks Mr. Ampurra is a sneaky bastard."

"It didn't stop you from enjoying it," Eridan smiled. It
wasn't like his other smiles, the ones where he was too cocky or where he clearly thought he was above you. This was softer, more innocent. It actually fit the look
in his eyes this time. "Besides, you could have opened your eyes to see who it
was but you didn't."

"You're right I didn't," She sighed and crossed her arms.
"Are you going to leave without getting anything fur yourself?"

"Why should I get anything out of this other than the
immense satisfaction of seeing you moan and squirm in my grasp?" He scoffed.

"Well you are a boy," She shrugged. "And you are you. I
thought you were so desperate you'd do anything to get it."

"Sure," He admitted, walking towards the door and looking
over his shoulder casually. "But I don't feel like I need to do that with you.
I think I can take my time."

"Who says you'll get another chance?" She scowled, pulling
her legs up to her chest and glaring halfheartedly at him.

"Well I haven't heard you say I won't," He laughed and opened
it, leaving her behind with a final: "I knoww wwhen to stop. And I knoww wwhat the
wword No means."