(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alright, so I received a comment requesting I continue this. So if you still want more, please ask me to do so. Thank you!)

The movie was soon over and the credits ran. John had put his arm around Vriska while she cuddled up to his chest. They were asleep, and Kanaya was blowing up Vriska's trollian.

- grimAuxiliatrix [GA] began trolling arachnidsGrip [AG] -

GA: Vriska.

GA: Vriska?

GA:…

GA: Now You're Giving Me The Silent Treatment?

GA: I Can Press F1 And Open The Viewport You Know.

GA:

GA: Well, You Instigated It.

Kanaya hereforth turned on the viewport to see her unresponsive companion. Upon the sight of her and John in the pose, Kanaya was simply astounded. First she kisses Tavros, and now she's submitting to that derpy kid. Kanaya felt completely heartbroken and useless. If she didn't have a right mind, she would've gone over to her hive. She awaited her reply on trollian. For about three hours Vriska had remained asleep, but awoke yawning - John was still being the little narcoleptic. She heard trollian bingin and lazily dragged herself over to the computer. She read the previous messages and sighed to herself.

AG: Well hello to you too.

GA: Finally. So What Happened?

GA: Free Submitting Day, Is It?

AG: Aaaaaaaah. So that's what you're fussing a8out.

GA: So? Kind Enough To Provide An Explaination?

AG: Him and I are m8tesprites.

- grimAuxiliatrix [GA] ceased trolling arachnidsGrip [AG] -

Vriska shrugged the vague exit off and walked back to John. She wasn't going to wait all day for him to wake up. Thus she nudged his side. "Hey, get up! It's been three hours," she complained. "Bluh..." He turned on the couch, to where his face was in the nook of the armrest. Vriska threw an eight-ball on his back. "Ow!" He sat up with his bed-head all fluffed. She wasn't exactly sure why she had disrupted him; however the silent room would've seemed distant and awkward without noise. John pulled himself into an upward curl and straightened his back. Grunting as he did so, he rubbed his spine in remembrance of the plastic toy that hit him there.

To Vriska, this was blatant overreaction - believing he should have abandoned the couch or at least should stop the unneeded investigation of his back's well-being. "What was that for?" he questioned. "Obviously for not waking up," came the snappy response. The boy rolled his eyes and opened his arms as an invitation. When Vriska strode over to accept, he moved his curl into a criss-cross and she sat in it, letting herself be taken in by his embrace. "So are we going to watch Con Air again?" Enthusiastically, John tilted his head and shared an anime-like mix between a smile and a smirk. Knowing she wouldn't watch it two times in a row, Vriska stuck her tongue out. Limp like a doll, she remained with her back turned to the world and her chest to John. She didn't seem to appreciate wake, so she leaned her head on his shoulder, all the while nibbling at the base of his neck. He didn't cheer at the day, either. Yet her small bites seemed to make him shiver and blush in his excitement. While John wasn't one to insert himself carelessly, the flirtations called for the need of pleasure.

Down he peered to the shirt she wore; however knowing she wanted to be the one dealing the advances. He couldn't help it, really. Blame hormones. The top only gave away small visions of the inside. He could see some cleavage - enough to keep him occupied. Vriska was now aware of what he was doing. She didn't know whether to accept it or fight it. So she left John to seal his own fate. She progressively nipped harder at his neck with her small-fanged teeth. He squirmed into a neater pose, not being able to conform to laziness any longer. Vriska did the same, sitting upward in his lap as she did previously before they had slept. They stared differently at each other. Vriska had a grin while John bore a terrified glaze in his eye. Haven't ever been in this situation before, he was nervous as sin. The troll accompanying him seemed experienced; but he knew that wasn't the case. "Well, John? Advance or abscond!" She kind of laughed when he jumped. "I-I don't... um..." he stuttered helplessly. He seemed to resemble Tavros, and this is something that had annoyed her. Wasn't he supposed to be the dominant one? Of all the romantic makeup of her life, she just wanted ONE person to make her feel powerless. Though an odd exchange of personality basis, it's what she yearned for.

Just as her ancestor, she flirted to impress. "Hey! Didn't I say 'not yet'? Like, RIGHT before we went to sleep?" he inquired, though out of pure nervousness. Vriska was glad that he at least tried to play hard to get. It made things more interesting. She decided to do things a more intellectual way - a more Mindfang way. Manipulating him wasn't an available option; thus she heaved a sigh. This, as planned, triggered a questioning expression from John. The sigh had indicated some sort of failure. "I didn't mean to sound so sarcastic! I'm sorry!" But Vriska, knowing the plan was going well, frowned and slipped away from his neck; also dropping her hands from him. There was silence between the two, as they wordlessly looked at each other. "I'm sorry?" he repeated. Vriska knew exactly how to get her way in a heartbeat, but she didn't want to use the secret weapon yet.

She was going to tease him a bit. Moving out of his lap, she laid back on the couch, resting her legs on his. She stared at the ceiling with her arms crossed upon her breasts. Pouting, she stayed there. John continued to look over her, now tentatively talking to his conscious. The very thought of sexually pleasing Vriska was a fantasy within itself. Though he also didn't want to feel undoubtedly guilty about stealing her virginity too early, either. What if he got her pregnant? The drones would kill her! He caught himself on his own inane thoughts and shrugged, "Well... if you REALLY want to..."