A/N: Not much to say about this one really except that I apologise if you think it's a little void of detail. Oh, and also, I realise that some of the characters, namely Enri, are probably a little OOC, but I did try my best to prevent that. In any case, please let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I own my OC. I do not own Beyblade... or the lovely characters there-in... unfortunately.
Kisa Murai smiled as another random person greeted her in the hall. She was by no means the most popular girl in school, but she was certainly rather well-known. While she wasn't exactly a knockout, she was a good-looking girl and had her fair share of admirers. Her medium length, teal shaded hair was usually swept up off her shoulders in a cute messy up-do, and bright silvery eyes shone like two polished coins on a face of warm peaches and cream complexion. At an average height, she was more then comfortable with her totally average self.
Exiting the school and walking out onto the outer grounds, Kisa smiled as she saw her friends in their usual spot. She walked over to them and sat down, immediately striking up a conversation.
At a table nearby, three people sat, observing their surroundings as usual. Two of the male teens were playing chess while the other sat at the table with his arms crossed, a supreme bored expression on his face also as usual.
"Why do you bother Johnny?" Robert Jurgen drawled matter-of-factly. "You always loose."
"Can it!" The redhead growled, ignoring the fact that he actually was loosing terribly against his partner. "Just cause I always lose to you, don't mean I'm gonna lose to pretty boy!"
Enrique Giancarlo's eyes sparkled in amusement as he reached out to confidently make his final move.
"Check mate." He said with a grin. "Again."
Johnny's hand shot out to angrily sweep all the pieces from the board.
"Stupid game!" He growled in annoyance. "What kinda idiot came up with this blasted game anyway?! Whoever it was, they sure as hell didn't have a social life!"
"Now, now, Johnathan." Robert crowed tauntingly. "Just because your brain isn't sophisticated enough to comprehend such a noble game, doesn't mean you have to make a bigger fool of yourself then you already have."
The Scot turned an unamused glare on the German before muttering angrily under his breath and turning away from him again. He then looked around and his eyes fell on the table Kisa and her friends were sitting at.
"Look at those dweebs. I bet none of 'em have ever been laid in their lives."
Robert rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Do you have to be so crude with everything you say?" He said irritably. But despite this thought, he couldn't help add; "Though you're probably right."
Enrique's gaze lazily rolled towards the table as well and looked over the entire group individually. He, however made no comment.
"And then there's Kisa Murai." Johnny drawled with a smirk and a slight edge of amusement to his voice. "That know-it-all little weirdo. How the hell did she get so popular?!"
"I often wonder the same thing." Robert added with a frown.
Enrique's gaze shifted to the object of topic but still he remained silent.
Eventually another smirk played across Johnny's lips and he looked over at Enrique with an evil glint in his eye.
"I bet she'd make one helluva Sacrificial Lamb."
Robert's eyes widened for a moment before looking at Johnny.
"That's just cruel." He said, though his tone suggested that the idea was positively the best thing he'd ever heard.
"Too easy." Enrique finally said, picking up the scattered chess pieces and setting up the board again.
Johnny's wicked grin widened.
"Think so, huh? How about we make a little wager, Giancarlo? If you can manage to pull it off, I'll give you my '66 Thunderbird."
Enrique snorted in amusement.
"I don't want your bucket of bolts." He said dryly. But after a moment or two ignoring Johnny's offended sputtering, he spoke again. "But I'll take that bet anyway. By the end of the night, I'll have sacrificed Kisa Murai."
Enrique set the last piece in place and sat back, brushing the thought from his mind as if they'd merely been deciding what to do with their weekend.
Johnny and Robert looked at each other with smirks.
"This should be interesting." Robert said with amusement.
The sound of the bell signalled the end of lunch and Kisa walked off with her friends as they headed back into the school. However, the sound of someone calling her name made her pause in her step and turn curiously to see who the voice belonged to. She stared in shock when she saw Enrique Giancarlo walking towards her with the most suave smile she'd ever seen.
"Afternoon Kisa." The blonde said softly once he'd reached her. Kisa blinked at him for a moment before mentally shaking herself back to the present.
"Um... afternoon, Enrique... " She replied, still a little stunned and mentally slapping herself for being so lame. But if the gorgeous blonde noticed her awkwardness, he didn't react to it, and instead replied without missing a beat.
"I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to the club tonight?"
Kisa blinked at the Italian bombshell with slightly wide eyes, unsure if she'd heard right.
"Excuse me? You mean... like a... Like a date?"
Enrique gave the innocent greenette another suave smile and reached out to delicately trace his thumb along her jaw-bone, causing a shiver to run down the petite teen's spine and a slight flush to creep across her cheeks
"Of course I mean a date." The suave Italian answered softly. "That's not a problem is it?"
Kisa swallowed hard, unable to tear her gaze from the entrancing baby blues pinning her.
"Um... No, I guess not..." She replied dumbly, still shocked and a little dazed. "I'd love to."
Enrique smiled again.
"Excellent." He said simply.
He then leaned down and pressed his lips against Kisa's ear.
"I'll pick you up at seven." He whispered suavely.
Kisa shivered again as Enrique's hot breath brushed her ear and she felt like her entire face was on fire. Before she could respond however, she heard her friends calling to her form the school entrance and turned to look over her shoulder at them.
"C-coming!" She shouted back, still feeling a little flustered and mentally slapping herself for her stutter. She looked back at Enrique, gave him a somewhat shy smile, then turned and took off for her friends.
Enrique stared after Kisa as she ran up to the group and didn't acknowledge his friends as they came up alongside him.
"Look at them!" Said Johnny with an amused laugh. "Talk about pathetic losers!"
The three watched the group as Kisa obviously told them what had been said. They looked back at the three Europeans and Kisa threw Enrique a small smile and shy wave, sending Johnny into a fit of snorting laughter while Robert chuckled cruelly. Enrique however gave Kisa another small, suave smile and a wink. Kisa blushed again but the others, save one, all spoke to her encouragingly and seemed happy for her. The one who hadn't - he thought her name was Hilary - seemed a little skeptical about the whole arrangement.
Once the group were gone, and Johnny and Robert had finally calmed down, Enrique walked towards the school, his two friends following beside him.
"Like I said." The blonde said in a bored tone. "Too easy."
Kisa stood nervously in front of her mirror, contemplating if what she was wearing was appropriate or not. After trying on nearly every article in her closet and discarding it all in a mountain atop her bed, she'd finally decided on a form-fitted sleeveless black top with a sweetheart neckline, a fluffy sunshine yellow skirt, a pair of cute black and yellow heels, and a pair of golden-jewelled teardrop earrings to complete the outfit. Her hair she'd curled and swept to one side, pinned with a black flower clip near the back of her head.
She was nervous about her date with one of the most popular boys in school, and it didn't help that the other teen had been giving her odd, teasing glances and touches that day every time they passed in the hall or caught a glimpse of each other. Though, it had been a little hard to ignore the many various whispers such actions had caused.
"Looks like Enrique's found a new play toy."
"Oh, he's managed to ensnare another one. Poor thing."
"That Enrique, such the little flirt."
"What a player."
"Eh, he'll be finished with the little twerp soon enough."
Kisa shook these thoughts and voices out of her head. She wasn't about to let them ruin her night.
Bright silver eyes flickered to her bedroom door when she heard the loud, curt knock from downstairs. Nervously reaching down to tug at the hem of her skirt, Kisa took a deep breath and turned to leave the room. As an afterthought, she grabbed a 3/4 sleeved faded denim black jacket on her way out and the matching purse she'd set aside before finally exiting through the door and heading downstairs.
Enrique turned towards the door when he heard it open. Looking the nervous looking girl up and down, he smiled in approval.
"Little miss innocent cleans up good." He thought with a smirk.
His date's hand ran nervously over her outfit, pretending to smooth out imaginary wrinkles as she did her best to look him in the eye.
"Hi." She said simply, offering him an admittedly attractive smile.
"Hi." Enrique mimicked softly, half-amused, half genuinely pleased. "Ready?"
Kisa nodded and the taller teen smiled and held out his arm. "Alright, let's go."
Kisa took Enrique's arm, doing her best to appear confident, and allowed herself to be lead away to the big black car in the driveway. The blonde opened Kisa's door for her and waited for her to get in before closing it and walking around to the driver's side.
Baby blues glanced out the corner of his view as Enrique watched Kisa watching him. He had to resist a smirk as his attractive passenger blushed while taking in Enrique's appearance - the exact effect the handsome young man had been going for.
Enrique was wearing a pair of distressed denims that always seemed to make the opposite sex ogle, a stylish white jacket left open with the sleeves casually pushed up, and a v-neck black shirt he was well aware hugged his toned torso just right. On his feet was a pair of expensive designer sneakers, and he knew the brown braided leather cord around his wrist added just the right sort of charm that always seemed to make girls drool.
"See something you like?" The blonde asked teasingly. This caused Kisa's face to turn rose red and she quickly looked away from Enrique, making the driver unable to resist a chuckle.
The drive was silent for the most part as Enrique decided to let his date squirm for a while, but finally the car stopped at a huge elaborately designed building. Once again the European playboy got out and walked around to Kisa's side to open her door.
"Mi'lady." He said teasingly, offering his date his arm.
Kisa gave him another attractive smile and reached up to take his arm before getting to her feet. Enrique returned the gesture with a blinding smile of his own as he reached past her to shut the car door and turn to lead them towards the building.
On their way into the club, Enrique was greeted and addressed on all sides as they bypassed the ridiculously long line up, but the teen merely nodded in acknowledgement or occasionally gave a small, charming smile, causing some people to swoon over the gesture.
"Gee... I knew he was popular, but..."
Kisa frowned as she watched Enrique brush off the attention, reminding her of celebrities she saw on TV, too busy or thinking themselves too much to take the time to acknowledge their fans.
As if hearing her thoughts, Enrique looked down at Kisa and trailed the hand linked through her arm tantalisingly down her limb to instead take her smaller digits in his own. When he did, he lifted her hand to his lips to brush a tender kiss to the backs of her fingers as he gazed into her eyes. This shocked the girl beside him and Enrique gave her a charming smile when she blinked up at him. He then leaned down and whispered into Kisa's ear as they reached the front of the line, received a nod from the bouncers who lifted the rope to allow them passage, and finally entered the club.
"You're my date tonight." He whispered softly, as if answering Kisa's concerns. "Tonight my attention will be soully on you."
Kisa felt her stomach do flip-flops and thought she was going to be sick. Yet, the feeling wasn't entirely unwelcome.
Giving Kisa's hand a gentle squeeze, Enrique paused just inside the building and looked down at his date with a warm expression.
"Would you like a drink?"
Kisa gave him a lopsided smile.
"Maybe later..." She said softly, just barely audible over the music. Enrique returned the smile with another brilliant one of his own.
"Alright. In that case, how about a dance?"
This time Kisa bit her lip and looked towards the multitude of jiving and swaying bodies on the floor, all appearing to be moving in time with the beat like one giant organism.
"I'm... really not a very good dancer." She muttered in slight embarrassment. Enrique turned to fully face her then.
"You don't have to be." He assured her, leading her towards the dance floor. "Just follow the music."
Kisa swallowed hard as they reached their destination and Enrique placed his hands low on her hips. She nearly fainted when Enrique pulled her close to his body and began a slow, hypnotic jive.
It took Kisa a while to get over her shock and nervousness, but once she'd realised that what Enrique was doing really wasn't that hard, she loosened up and reached her hands up to place around the blonde's neck - seeing as that seemed to be what most of the other girls were doing.
Noting that his date had finally relaxed, Enrique looked up at the DJ. It took a while for the guy at the turn-tables to notice him, but when he did he grinned wide, recognising Enrique, and made note of the new girl in his arms. The DJ's eyes flicked upwards for a moment and Enrique gave a small, single nod. The grin on the DJ's face widened and he returned to his control board to work his magic.
Kisa gave Enrique an odd look when he met her gaze again.
"What was that all about?" She asked curiously, a lop-sided smile on her face. Enrique leaned down close and Kisa's eyes widened a little.
"Just something between old friends." He said suavely. Kisa swallowed again as she stared into Enrique's deep, beautiful blue eyes and once again found herself entranced.
The next moment the song changed and so did the atmosphere. Fog leaked out of the walls and the lights above began to do a sort of dance all their own. Kisa gasped at the change and looked around at the now surreal scene before her. Everything seemed to pulse and alternate between slow motion and fast-pace; first slow, then a moment of fast and back to slow again. Between the lights and the fog, Kisa could no longer see faces, all she could see were dark, silhouetted shapes.
Looking back at the blonde again, Kisa immediately gasped. Enrique's face was a mixture of light and shadow, alternating with the change of lights. If the blonde's moves were captivating before, they were just plain hypnotic now. Staring up at the taller teen, Kisa felt like the two were a snake and it's charmer - and Kisa was the snake.
Soon enough, through a combination of the atmosphere, his own moves, and Kisa's obvious attraction to him, Enrique knew he'd easily managed to ensnare his innocent date with little to no effort at all. The hardest part was already over, now all he had to do was move in for the kill.
Enrique pressed himself close to Kisa instead of pulling the girl to him, to give the smaller teen the hope that would be her downfall.
"I thought you said you couldn't dance?" The blonde whispered huskily in her ear. A feverish wave rocked Kisa's body as she felt his hot breath brush past her ear.
"I... well, I didn't know I could..."
Enrique leaned down to press a feathery kiss to Kisa's neck, right over her pulse, and he smiled against her flesh to feel it quicken beneath his lips. The sensual gesture made her stomach knot and heart pound mercilessly.
"Well, looks like you were wrong." The Italian purred.
Kisa bit down hard on the side of her lip as Enrique's hands slid from her hips to her lower back, pressing their bodies impossibly close. Her own hands were trapped against Enrique's body and her cheek was now pressed against Enrique's flawlessly smooth one. She felt her entire body heating up uncomfortably, and waves of some foreign emotion once more crashed over her as Enrique continued to move against her, including his now willing partner in everything he did.
Soon enough, Kisa's eyes lidded heavily and her hands slid further around Enrique, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and flexing them through the downy soft locks. Her head unconsciously lolled back, exposing the tender flesh of her throat and Enrique couldn't help but smirk. Was anything a challenge for him anymore? Leaning down again, the blonde pressed another kiss to Kisa's neck, a little more firmly then the last, which caused a small vibration to rumble through her throat and his lips. Enrique smiled once again against the no doubt untouched flesh and latched his lips onto the rapidly fluttering pulse beneath them, gently suckling and giving the salty skin tiny, teasing licks and nips as Kisa's soft fingers tangled tantalisingly now into his hair.
Looking up at his partner, Enrique grinned as he noted the now closed eyelids and Kisa's bright white teeth nipping the rosy flesh of her lips. A strange sensation shot through the European stud and he suddenly got the urge to replace those teeth with his own. He wanted to kiss and nibble Kisa's lips for her, to cause that blissful vibration to take her over once more. He wanted-
Enrique pulled back from Kisa's neck with a start as he realised where his thoughts were going.
"Damn it! This is getting risky! I've got to get out of here before I blow everything!"
Kisa's eyes slid open half-mast and she looked up at Enrique with glassy eyes.
"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice thick and heavy with passion.
Enrique mentally cursed again as the same sensation once more shot through him. It wouldn't be hard, he wouldn't be ruining anything, not really. He could use the excuse that it was all part of the plan, get his fill, get it out of his system and move on. All he had to do was lean down... capture those perfect, rosy lips and-
Clenching his teeth for a moment, Enrique forced a suave smile and leaned down as close as he dared into Kisa's face without being tempted.
"I apologise, Kisa." He whispered hungrily. "It seems you've worn me out... "
Kisa looked a little disappointed but gave Enrique a smile nonetheless.
"We could go somewhere else." She offered innocently.
Enrique almost laughed out loud. The girl was doing all the work for him.
"You don't mind?" He asked in a false-sheepish tone. Kisa smiled again and shook her head.
"Of course not. If you're tired, I don't want to keep you here."
Enrique produced his most winning smile and Kisa again felt her stomach flop sickeningly.
"Thank you Kisa. I promise I'll make it up to you."
Kisa returned the smile as best she could, her butterflies returning now that she'd been shaken from her blissful trance.
Enrique took Kisa's hand, lifted it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to the back and lead his date out of the club.
Kisa's eyes widened in horror and she unconsciously hugged the person next to her tightly, just as Enrique had meant her to. The blonde smirked down at the girl clinging to his arm and protectively wrapped both arms around her, which made her relax slightly under his touch.
It had been harder then he'd expected to convince Kisa to come home with him, but once he'd poured on a little extra charm, just like all night, she'd melted like hot butter.
About half-way into the gruesome horror movie he'd chosen, Enrique found himself growing weary and bored of the whole charade and just wanted to get it all over with. So, with this thought in mind, his hands slipped from Kisa's side down to her thigh.
Kisa's eyes flickered to the hand placed so intimately, but when it didn't move any further, they flickered back to the movie. Moments later, Enrique's thumb began a slow, caressing movement and silver eyes again flickered to the hand on her thigh. There they lingered as Enrique's hand moved from the top of Kisa's thigh to the bottom, then back up again and slowly began to move a little inwards. Kisa tensed and when Enrique drew dangerously close to something she didn't like, she stopped him.
"I'm sorry Enrique..." She said softly, removing the blonde's hand from her legs. "I'm sure there are a lot of girls- I mean... there probably aren't many girls who- Um..."
She bit her lip and looked up to pin the blonde with a half-nervous, half-embarrassed, expression.
"I'm sorry, I know you probably think I'm totally lame but... I'm not really ready for..."
Enrique resisted a frustrated sigh as her words trailed off and instead forced a warm, false-guilty smile.
"It's alright, Kisa; I'm the one who should apologise." He replied in a low, purring whisper. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Kisa studied the gorgeous blonde bombshell for a few moments, decided he was telling the truth, and returned the stunning smile with a lopsided one of her own.
"It's alright... I'm sure you're used to people who are more... willing to give you what you want."
This caught the playboy by surprise.
"What do you mean?" He asked genuinely curious to hear her response.
Kisa looked away from him and fiddled with the hem of her skirt.
"Well... I just thought it was kind of odd that you asked me on a date, that's all. I mean, I was really happy of course, but I... well, I'm not exactly your usual type am I?"
Enrique blinked at the girl for a moment, slightly stunned. Eventually he placed a finger under her chin and gently lifted it so he was gazing intently into her eyes; and for the first time, there was a slight warmth to the baby blues as he stared down at her.
"I don't have a type." He whispered gently, a tender expression on his face. "Either I like someone or I don't. And I like you Kisa."
He immediately mentally cursed himself colourfully as a voice inside laughed and mocked him for the near-sincerity in those words, and the fact that they'd escaped his lips at all. There were a million-and-one things he could have said;
"Well, no, but I asked you on a date didn't I?"
"No, you're not, but that's OK."
"That's true, so you should think yourself lucky."
All those responses and so many more would have been so much more appropriate, but instead Enrique had said something that was totally against the book, against his own rules, against anything he normally would have said or done - he'd said something partially true.
Kisa blinked up at the blonde like he'd just spilled his heart to her.
"Really?" She whispered.
Enrique knew that look. It was exactly the look he'd been waiting for. Oh well, so maybe he'd slipped up, and maybe he hadn't gotten there the way he'd planned, but he'd quite obviously gotten there. Now that he knew what Kisa wanted and expected, Enrique figured he might as well go ahead and give her just that. Whatever worked right?
The blonde gave her a well-worn, heart-sickening look that had so often made more women then he could count swoon and melt in his hands. It was all just too easy.
"Really." He whispered softly in response.
To Kisa's utter delight, the blonde reached up to tenderly cup her face in both his hands, gently brushing his thumbs tantalisingly along her jaw as he leaned slowly down and brushed his rose petal soft lips against hers.
Instantly, Kisa felt her insides melt. A hot flush washed over her body and crept up her neck, spreading an attractive blush across her cheeks and nose as her eyes fluttered feverishly shut. Her arms slid up to encircle the blonde's neck again like they had at the club and once more tangled her fingers in his hair. As the blonde's lips pressed more firmly to hers, moving against them in ways that sent tiny shocks through her body, she got up on her knees and allowed the playboy to pull her closer to him.
With a great deal of effort, Enrique kissed Kisa as softly and tenderly as he could manage. They weren't the type of kisses he was used to, and it was very hard for him to keep his movements gentle and somewhat innocent.
Finally, when it seemed like Kisa was completely engulfed in him, Enrique shifted his position so he was fully facing her, then removed his hands from her face and slid them down her body to slip them around her waist. Having done so, he pulled the girl down with him as he layed back on the couch.
Kisa was too involved with the blonde to really bother noticing the shift, but she did notice when Enrique's hands suddenly appeared on the backs of her thighs and slid intimately upwards under her skirt, coming to rest on her bottom and giving it a sensual squeeze. To Enrique's surprise however, the girl didn't protest, though her breath did hitch, and she did pause in their kissing for a moment as he felt her face heat further. Experimentally, the blonde's hands slid down again to caress the back of Kisa's things once more, her legs, and slowed in their movement as they slipped between them into the centre. Again Kisa didn't protest, except to tense up, and Enrique couldn't help but smile against the soft lips pressed to his own.
"How much easier can she make it for me?" He thought smugly, admittedly a little disappointed from the lack of a challenge.
The European playboy had just slipped his hands under Kisa's skirt again, this time on the front, and slipped his thumbs under the band of her underwear to trace sensual circles on the sensitive area where her hips and thighs met, when a loud knock sounded at his front door. Ignoring the interruption, the blonde gently sucked the lips attached to his own, which earned him a feverish gasp and another wave of delicious heat that radiated from the girl draped over him.
The knock sounded again.
Again Enrique ignored the distraction and this time slipped his hands entirely underneath the silky bottoms to caress the hot skin beneath his fingertips. He smiled upon feeling a shiver of anticipation run through the body he was now positive was untouched until that very moment.
The third time the knock sounded at the door, Kisa pulled away from Enrique with glazed eyes.
"Sh-shouldn't you get that?" She asked, panting slightly.
"It's not important... you are." Enrique purred seductively, pulling the greenette back down to kiss her again.
Kisa moaned lightly as he nibbled her lips this time, and wrapped her arms tighter around him as his hands slipped around to give the bare flesh of her bottom another sensual squeeze.
There was a long silence as the movie had finally gone off and the knocking at the door had ceased. Enrique sighed lightly in relief, something his date obviously took to mean something entirely different, as she pressed herself closer to him and deepened the kiss hungrily. This was the breaking point for the blonde because then and there he decided that if he was going to do this, he might as well have fun too.
Enrique pulled Kisa as tight to him as possible and gently but firmly squeezed the flesh under his fingers one more time, massaging sensually and causing her to release a deep, throaty moan that vibrated through his lips and made the beast inside him roar hungrily.
-BANG, BANG, BANG-
His loud growl of frustration made Kisa pull away from him again, this time a little more reluctantly.
"They sound pretty persistent." She said, her voice thick and heavy again with her passion. "Maybe you should answer it... it could be important."
Enrique took a deep breath to calm himself and sat up, causing Kisa to follow suit. He allowed his hands to roam shamelessly over the body he couldn't deny he was now savagely hungry for, looked into her eyes a moment, and snatched her lips in a bruising, searing kiss that left her breathless. As he pulled slowly away, allowing her to savor the taste of him, he gave his flushed partner one last intimate squeeze as if suggesting what was to come when he came back. Kisa moaned lightly again and bit her lip in a way that nearly drove the blonde insane as her face heated up once more, this time in a mixture of something more then embarrassment.
"I'll be right back." The blonde promised lowly, and looking up at him in a heated trance, all Kisa could do was nod.
It was everything he could do to tear himself away from her, and Enrique was a little disturbed to realise that he was more shockingly attracted to this girl then he'd been anyone in as long as he could remember - much more than he expected or intended.
Enrique smiled at the girl, his gaze lingering on her attractive upturned face, but it faded away as he stood up and turned in direction of his front door.
"Better be the damn Pope!" He thought angrily. "So help me, if that's who I think it is..."
Enrique answered his door and immediately his face darkened.
"I knew it!" He hissed angrily, glaring at Johnny and Robert standing before him. "What the hell are you idiots doing here?!"
Johnny smirked.
"Did you do it?!" He blurted excitedly. Enrique's glare intensified.
"I was just about to-"
Robert's eyes widened slightly and Enrique turned his head to see Kisa a ways behind him, looking a little tousled as she hurriedly pulled on her shoes, already having slipped back into her jacket and attempted in vain to tame her sexily messed up curls. The blonde mentally cursed the two at his door as he noted the girl looked positively mortified, and wondered if she'd heard them.
"About to finish a movie with Kisa." Enrique finished quickly, turning a sexy look on his flustered date. "So, if you'll excuse us-"
"It's alright." She interrupted quickly. "The movie is over."
Kisa blushed at this as she looked up at the Italian from under her lashes, avoiding eye contact with the other two like the plague.
"And it's a little late, I should be going..."
Enrique resisted a frustrated growl and instead forced a pout as he approached the girl. Placing his hands on her hips affectionately, he tipped his head to catch her gaze as he gave her his best puppy-dog look.
"It's not that late, and it's not like we've got school tomorrow... why don't you stay just a little longer? We could watch another movie and I could drive you home afterwards?"
Kisa blushed heavier under Enrique's stare but stepped away from him nonetheless.
"No, thank you, I really should be going... thank you so much for the night Enrique. It was..." She coughed to cover her embarrassment as her face flushed scarlet now. "...fun."
Enrique turned to give Johnny and Robert a scathing glare, then turned back to his date with a warm smile.
"Alright, if that's what you want. You're so welcome, Kisa, and I hope we can do this again soon... Goodnight."
He leaned down expectantly but looking out the corner of her eye at Johnny and Robert, Kisa merely leaned ahead and gave the blonde a quick peck on the cheek, causing the two in question to snicker.
"Goodnight..." She whispered shyly before brushing past the two at the door and attempting to make a speedy exit.
Enrique, ignoring his two so-called friends, reached out to snag Kisa's hand and pull her back around to press a lingering kiss to the side of her mouth.
"I hope to see you soon..." He whispered breathlessly.
Kisa's heart threatened to strangle her, and she felt her insides melt all over again as she blinked at Enrique, gave him one more shy smile and finally turned to scurry down the steps.
As soon as Kisa was out of earshot, Johnny and Robert burst into laughter.
"Loosing your touch Enrique?" Johnny snickered.
"Whatever happened to 'By the end of the night, I'll have sacrificed Kisa Murai'." Robert mocked in amusement.
"I'd have done it if you two morons hadn't shown up!" Enrique growled angrily.
"Is that so?" Johnny snickered. "I somehow doubt that."
"Oh, I don't know." Robert added with a smirk. "She did look quite... flustered."
Enrique growled at the two, a vein beginning to throb in his forehead.
"By Monday morning, I'll have slept with Kisa Murai and she'll have been the sweetest sacrifice I've ever taken!"
With that said, ignoring their snorts and amused comments, Enrique grabbed hold of the door and slammed it in his two friend's faces.