Hope finds himself firmly ensconced in Alyssa's room, and it is awful as it sounds.

"So, what do you see in her?" Alyssa is asking. She has her knee drawn up to her chest on her bed, cocking her neck as she stares wide-eyed at Hope.

Hope is sitting at her desk, facing the door. His profile is to her. "I don't know what you're talking about. I thought we were gonna come back here and watching something on Netflix or something?" He asks.

"Stop avoiding the question. The jig is up, mister! You think that I haven't known your feelings since before we even came to this world? You're crazy. No matter what you think of me, you at least have to give me one thing-I'm smart. And perceptive. Okay, guess that's two things." Alyssa is pacing now, more talking to herself than to Hope, as she ticks things off on her fingers.

Mid-stride, she pauses, then whirls on Hope, who feels trapped in his chair. "At any rate, we can talk about things that we didn't have the time to discuss back on the old world. So, I'll ask it again, what do you see in her?"

The LAST thing Hope feels like doing is discussing his myriad feelings that he has for Light with Alyssa. It's very uncomfortable. He finds himself buckling under the pressure, however.

"She's been the only one that's had any faith in me, alright?" Hope blurts back, rising from his chair. Caught off-guard by the sudden outburst, Alyssa backpedals. "All of my friends eventually came around to see that the kid from Palumpolum could be worth their time, so I'm grateful, but she was always first. Even when I didn't think that she was on my side. Sure, she tested me, but she tested everyone. I understood. I was there with her, alone, when we all split up. I...I took point." Hope trails off. He snaps back to the present to find himself towering over Alyssa, as she scoots backward on the bed. Not-too-subtly, she scoots back further, showing off the long stretch of her legs underneath her very short skirt. Pretending she doesn't notice the awkward situation that she has managed to put herself in, Alyssa slowly pulls her skirt down, shyly sitting up her on her knees.

Disgusted with the false modesty and obvious baiting, Hope sneers and turns around to sit back at the desk, and puts his long silvery locks into his fingers. "You wouldn't understand. At the very beginning, I believed you had my back, too. When Light was gone, and we were all split up. I kept having my dreams, you know, about the rose-haired phantom." The memory of dreams from another world is so distant, so vague, but Hope still recollects the feeling and images flashing behind his eyes after waking up from the same vision every night for so long. "You and I started our research together. You believed that I wasn't crazy when everyone else did. You stuck by my side, when everyone else had to be convinced, or they were just working for the Academy. Well, at least that's what I thought." He turns again to Alyssa, who is sitting very still on the flowered bedspread, hands on her knees. "That's what I thought, before you betrayed me. That's why it cut so deep. Just when I thought I had another friend, just when I needed one the most. Mother was gone. I was trying to reach her. I had no family. Only the research. Only the work. And, I thought...you. But I was always yearning for her. And my family."

"You have them now, Hope." Alyssa says very quietly, her bangs hiding the blue of her eyes. "You HAVE what you fought for, and you won. I lost." Her chin tilts up ever so slightly, watery pools of desperation. "Maybe my loss, the sting of it, and all my wasted time and energy was my punishment. Maybe that's why I was allowed to be saved, along with all of the others that came to this world. Maybe it had been ordained by someone that I had suffered enough on the old world, and this is my new chance. That's why I'm trying to make things right. To atone for the suffering I caused in the past." She pauses for effect here. Boy, she is good. Hope has to give her act that. She can be convincing when she wants to. Nothing apparently had changed in that department.

"Anyway, you HAVE the answers you were looking so desperately for. You have your mother and your love by your side..."

These last words make Hope angry. He cuts her off. "What? I'm alone again. In a way, I'm more alone than I even was before...I think, I think something's wrong with me. At least, some people seem to think so. I'm...different." Realizing he has said too much to someone who he still suspects might be working for the enemy, he quickly changes tack. "Besides, I DON'T have my love by my side. I'm talking to YOU, after all. I'm spending my week break after BT with YOU, Alyssa. You aren't the love of my life. You and I both know that. I'm still not close with my parents. That hasn't changed. I'd rather be sitting here with you, in your room, than be home with my father. Who knows when I will see them again, after what I have in store for me with the army?" Realizing he is monologuing, but not caring, he sinks to edge of Alyssa's bed. "I have my parents, but I'm still angry, feel and look just like a teenager, and I can't communicate with my father. My father hasn't learned to be close with us. I'm stuck with you at the campus, hard at work in a government institution, and my friends are all splintered. It's like the Academy, but different. We don't like each other, but we seem to be working for a common goal." At this, he narrows his eyes at Alyssa, whom he swears has scooted closer to him on the bed since he'd been talking.

"So, you don't know what you're talking about. It's the same story, just different. I'm alone, I'm trying to reach out, you're here, and the people that I want the most by my side are eternally out of reach."

"Do you really feel that way?" Alyssa asks. "Why don't you flip the script in this reincarnation? Why don't you seize the day...Carpe Diem kind of thing?" With that, the little minx stands up, facing him slowly. She is backlit against the city lights pouring through her bedroom blinds behind her, and without breaking her gaze with Hope, she shifts ever so slightly, pursing her lips. A slender hip just out, framed in her short skirt, and with a deft movement of her shoulder, a spaghetti strap from her top slips down to her arm. "Why don't you make things different this time?"

"Are you, are you seducing me?" Hope asks, flabbergasted. "When we've just outlined that I don't care for you like that at all?" The way his voice catches at the end of his sentence angers him.

Alyssa doesn't seem to notice. She slips out of her strappy shoes, bare toes wiggling on the plush carpet. "I knew you better than anyone else, for a time. For a time, we were the closest people on the planet. Betrayer or no, I was with you in your darkest moments, and we grew up together. For years. In all that time, I never knew you to take an interest in a woman, other than the two that were literally haunting your dreams." Alyssa pauses for effect. "Hope...between this world and the last, after you literally saved the planet...are you still a virgin?"

Hope knows he is blushing. Why isn't he running for the door? This is obviously a trap, just another one of Alyssa's tricks. He feels selfish, righteous, angry, avenging. These feelings overwhelm common sense, and a sneaky thought invades his mind as Alyssa pulls the breezy cotton top up and over her head, baring a lacy sheath bra. He watches her as she continues to make eye contact, throwing the top behind her to puddle on the floor. There are goosebumps on her arms, and he can see little hairs standing up in the light from behind her.

He could take his revenge on her. He could show them all that he was no longer a little boy, but a man. Here she was, offering herself up as a piece of meat. Maybe he was gonna die. Maybe he is just as bad as she had been, if he is now a gateway for Bhuni into this world. If he is unknowingly helping the enemy to enter this new planet, how are he and Alyssa that much different? Sure, she made a choice to be evil, whereas he had fought on the side of good...but after this week, it's very possible that he will become a rat in a cage. After all of his experiments he had conducted in a previous life, he could very well become the target of scrutiny. Why not live life on his own terms, just this once? He's never had anything go right for him. If he can't be with the person he loves the most, why not learn some things from someone else, if they are willing? Alyssa looks willing enough, as she sashays very slowly toward him, cupping her neck and slipping a finger underneath her skirt, rubbing her tight little tummy.

This is it. His defining moment. Licking his bottom lip, Hope clears his throat, and tries to sound confident. "Wh-What are you doing?"

Alyssa puts her index finger to her mouth in the universal "Shush" gesture, and playfully tugs one corner of her skirt low on one hip. In the ever-present analytical part of Hope's mind, he notices that there isn't a pantyline peeking underneath. She's not wearing any underwear underneath that skirt.

The dirty damsel had intentionally went commando as a stimulant. She's setting me up. Even though Hope is fully aware he is being played, he can't seem to shake Alyssa off. She kneels in front of him, one fluid motion, like a viper.

"I'm going to give you something to remember me by, in a good way. She doesn't deserve your patience, Hope. You have been so patient...giving only of yourself. Next time you ask her on a date, you can remember how good this one with me was." With that being said, she shucks the halter bra off, and throws it behind her as well. Topless in front of him, with the smallest, perkiest breasts, she folds into him. He finds his arms naturally wrapping around her torso in a protective and harboring motion. Puffs of fragrant breath dot the right side of his neck, and infinitesimal kisses are planted along its side. Slowly, Allysa reaches Hope's ear, and he can feel the seductive smile parting her lips a moment before she whispers into his canal.

"Trust me, I'm know what I'm doing. This isn't my first rodeo. Let go, Hope." He can smell her perfume. It's sweet and very faint, light and airy, just like her frame. With large eyes, he watches as his fingers play along the bare skin of her rounded back, her color so much darker than his pale hand.

He gulps, and sees that he is vibrating. He can't say no. This isn't how he wanted his first time. The thought is whisked away a moment later by the unmistakable sound of his fly being zipped down, and his shame is complete. There can be no denying anything now, as Alyssa exhales slowly and loudly into his ear. Surely she can feel the hardness, how swollen he is against the strain of his khakis. She meanders, giving him time to say no at any moment. Hope squeezes his eyes tightly shut and bows his head into her shoulder, so that they are locked in an embrace on the floor, facing one another with her in his lap. He relies solely on sensation now, and breathes into her shoulder to muffle how hard he is panting. He can't stop the shaking. Hope rocks his head back and forth, into the cradle of her neck and shoulder. Sweating.

Her fingers flick open the button on the top of his fly, and with incremental walking, have pulled open his boxer briefs to pop out his absolutely straining and fully attentive dick out into the open. He swears he can hear her giggle slightly, as if she had expected nothing less.

He can't look at what happens next. Alyssa moves, retracting her head from his neck, so that she can look down and see him between the two of them. Hope remembers that she hadn't been wearing panties, just the short skirt. All she has to do now is open her legs wider and pull him up so she can plant herself on him. He can see this happening all very clearly in his mind's eye.

He bears down.

Nothing.

Popping an eye open, almost blind with the sweat running down his face, he looks side-eye to Alyssa, who is gripping him in a tightened fist. She has raised up to where she is straddling his lap, and has paused with her hips in the air. Her skirt is pulled up to her belly button, having become nothing more than a belt of fabric wrapping around her navel.

"You ready?" None of the previous seduction, but just a simple, honest question. Hope blinks, tilts his chin up to look at her strong warrior stance. He first takes in the fact that she has his pulsing, very hard dick in a sure-knuckled grip. Flicking his gaze upward, he watches her stroke her tummy with the other, her head tilted down, her lashes hooded. She's like a tiger, ready to pounce.

Every interior alarm is screaming at him, but he grits his teeth. He's determined. So be it, he decides. If I'm going to commit, I'm going to do so all the way.

He's not letting her have him so easily. He won't go down without a fight. She's the enemy-she always will be, he realizes. But that doesn't mean that he can't still be in control. He's going to do this, and he's going to do it his way. Damn the consequences. Just this once, he's going to live selfishly, before he gives of himself completely to the baited trap that will be his existence in the future.

Doomed, but mind made up, he switches gears. Virgins can take control, too. He wants to see Alyssa caught off-guard, even if it's just once. This was her idea, but he can decide how he wants to be remembered inside of this dance.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's do it." He'll laugh later at his choice of phrase, but what comes next is no laughing matter. Surprising both himself and Alyssa with his speed and force, he grabs hold of her waist, and thrusts her down on top of him, never tearing his gaze away from hers.

Alyssa's eyes flare open the moment before they connect, but Hope understood her earlier comment about it not 'being her first rodeo.' She isn't the virgin in this situation, he is. And that means that he doesn't have to worry about it being her first time. He can be forceful. They aren't in love. She's the enemy.

Slam. Too late to take back anything now, Hope thrusts Alyssa onto him, and she cries out in their joining.

Okay, now what? Hope finds color and heat wash over him as he isn't completely sure what to do next, but Alyssa is already there, instinctually.

"Oh." She breathes out, lightly. With a small movement, she bounces once. Bounce.

It's wet. Hope isn't prepared for just how hot she feels. He hasn't had any foreplay with Alyssa before the rough coupling, but Alyssa has apparently excited herself with the triumph of getting Hope alone and in her bedroom, and the risque nature of her successful seduction seems enough to lubricate her for the deed.

He's disappointed that it isn't as soft as he would have expected-very wet and humid, and oh, so hot. She's...well, like an oven. Fitting, considering the anatomy. But true. Hot and sticky.

Bounce.

Ah, so THAT'S what comes next. Friction. Ever the academic, Hope's mind is racing at a million miles per minute as Alyssa slowly bounces on top of him, sort of like a pogo stick. He grins like a loon, a lopsided half-smile as he tilts his head back and rests it on the side of her bed, propping his elbows next to him in order to give stabilization. He grins up at his nemesis from the silvery locks, not giving her teeth at all through the satisfactory smiles.

Bounce.

Okay, so it's not as wonderful as all the love stories and poems and...yeah, admittedly, porn...that he's experienced would have him believe. Hey, he's a teenager in a modern world, of COURSE he's looked at porn. Rite of passage. Kinda like...

Bounce.

He has to admit, Alyssa looks very cute. She's rocking back and forth now, slowly savoring. She brings an index up to her mouth now, and is very lightly and demurely biting on a crooked digit. Her chopped pixie haircut is sort of falling messily onto her face, and both arms are hiding her very small breasts. Her cupped hand to her face hides one globe, and the other hand rests on Hope's lap between their bodies, giving her lower body support in order to...

Bounce.

Okay, time to switch gears. He's had his numb moment. Time to charge forward.

Fully recovered from the shock of having his virginity taken, now Hope wants to explore further. He knows there's more to it than this. Heck, he's dreamed of it. Except the hair color is all wrong, and there's no feelings here.

Alyssa reads the change in Hope's eyes, but before she can react, he has grabbed her by the waist again, and pivots her onto her back. Being very careful not to fully break their contact, he adjusts his hips and legs to where he is barely inserted inside her, but has wriggled himself into a power drive stance. He's on his knees, and he has hold of each of her legs that are surrounding him.

"Oh!" She cries out again as she falls onto her back. Arching herself catlike onto the backs of her elbows, she tilts her head up at him. Hope rasps his thumbs over her belly, his chest heaving, his back bowed.

He feels himself down there arching, jumping, stretching. Taking a moment, he braces himself to look down at their point of merging, and makes himself take in the sight of his shaft being swallowed up at the end by her plump folds. He sneers. Looks like she was more than prepared for this occasion. Only the faintest, thinnest landing strip of brunette-and-blonde hair, perfectly symmetrical and centered, covers her mons venus. Her labia is engorged, pink and tan, and bare.

There is a line of smear covering her. She's really excited. He moves her, absorbing her body, and she lets him shift her pelvis. Erotically, silently except for the panting, they watch themselves, slower, then faster. Hope is entranced by his jumping dick almost seeming to expect each thrust, and her wetness staying on his shaft, even when he pulls her up. There is a line of excitement dripping down him, aiding in the movement. His boxer opening where his dick is pulled through is getting moist and smells of her.

He controls the fucking. Alyssa has always been tiny, and her toes barely drag the carpet behind them as he pumps her up and down on him. He knows he must be doing something right, as he sees out of the corner of his vision, her occasionally throwing her head back before coming back up again.

In, out. In, out. Faster. Faster. Faster. He isn't aware that his hips are unconsciously coming forward to help him push and pull Alyssa back and forth over him, but they are.

Letting the full weight of the moment sink into him, he groans, and puts the heels of his palms out on either side of Alyssa's frame. Shifting the both of them, he leans forward, automatically flattening the small of Alyssa's back firmly into the carpet, and making her legs splay out further on either side of him.

He doesn't allow his weight to bear on top of Alyssa; in fact, he doesn't even look at her face. He closes his eyes as he comes forward, and when he feels his hands dig in to the carpet to brace his fall, he cranes his neck down so he can continue watching himself. Her skirt is almost to her breasts now, and he has a great view from his high vantage point of watching his hips now fully pump in and out of her hot wetness.

They are almost in a missionary position-Alyssa being fully on her back, legs up and spread. Hope is angled high, almost at a 45 degree angle, hair and neck swaying as he pumps faster and faster. To further excite them both, they are looking at their bodies, and now the bedroom is filled with a dramatic smack, smack, smack as Hope's balls for the first time connect. The slight buffer of cotton boxers and zipped khakis don't provide much in the department of muffling sound.

"I-I'm going to get rugburn like this...on my back this fast with no top on..." Alyssa is saying, and Hope gets irritated. He doesn't like her talking. He still can't look at her face. It's ruining everything in his head. And he doesn't care about her rugburn. Maybe if they move, she can shut up, so he can just concentrate...

He lets out a long, exaggerated, husky sigh to drown out Alyssa's talking, rolls his eyes, and makes himself speak for the first time since they began.

"Well, how do we fix this?"

Alyssa squirms underneath him, and he raises up completely.

With a squish, Alyssa undulates up and off his penis, and crabwalks backward until she can plant her knees firmly into the ground.

With a wink and a knowing look, she falls gracefully forward onto her hands and knees, and slowly moves over to the side of her bed. Hope thinks she's going to pull herself up off the floor and onto the bed, but she surprises him by stopping at the edge, bracing herself on the side. With a toss of her head, she looks over her shoulder and at him on his knees next to her, smiling a knowing smile.

"Like this."

To emphasize her point (because Hope's not really following), she takes her left hand and reaches behind her, pulling one of her butt cheeks apart and showcasing the pink vulva just underneath the round cheeks. Her whole back is prominently displayed, the light from the blinds still showcasing beautifully off of her. It's very erotic.

Hope has heard of this position, but is dicey trying it for his first time. There's no graceful walk for him as he shuffles forward on his knees, dick rigid against his movements.

He knows that he has to be in the back, on his knees, so...he's off to a good start. From what he's seen in the magazine centerfolds, it's always the woman who is photographed from every angle, while the guy has his dick either hidden from the camera completely, or it's lodged inside of the woman. Nobody shows a beginner a starting angle. This is bound to get frustrating.

Alyssa is there to help. Sensing Hope's pause once he rounds her backside, she giggles a bit from up front and turns her neck to talk back to him.

"You're not going to hurt me, Hope. Just please make sure that you put it in the right hole. It's the larger one that's wet. Once you're in the right place, nature just sort of makes it happen. If you're having a hard time putting your dick in, you're in the wrong place. And trust me, I'll let you know."

Well, that sounded cryptic, and not helpful at all. Hope makes the decision to ignore her, and figure it out. He's a smart guy. He can do this.

He breathes in and out. He places a hand on one of Alyssa's ass cheeks, gripping her to steady himself, and he can hear her sigh. Okay, so that was good. Point Hope. With his other hand, he reaches down and grips the heft of his shaft at the base, all the way back to where it's coming out from the boxers. He can't really see. After bending over once halfway forward to try to get a look at where he's heading, he sort of gives up. Closing his eyes, he goes for feeling and intuition.

He guides himself slowly forward, her ass in one hand and his dick in the other, that way he can feel where to go. Alyssa is bending forward more, pushing herself back, trying to help out.

Contact. His dick grazes the side of her other ass cheek, and he pulls himself sharply to the left. Too far. In the middle...slowly, he aims, and can feel himself warmly pulsing in his hand.

There. It's like no other feeling in the world. Now that he knows the sensation, he understands that there can now be no substitute. The tip of his swollen head is engorged and is reveling in the sensation. Alyssa cries out happily, throwing her head back almost to the back of her shoulders at the point of entrance.

Ah, bingo. Feeling confident, secure, Hope grins and gently pushes more forward, going deeper into the layers of skin and wet warm folds. Alyssa is shuddering, moving at a high frequency and vibration. He is in control, and once he feels himself hit bottom, he knows that he can let go of his dick with his hand.

He enters her completely, moving his guiding hand out of the way of their contact and onto the opposite ass cheek for balance. Alyssa makes that groaning noise again when he grips her ass cheeks, so he knows he's doing something right.

Taking time to adjust, he goes into a natural rhythm of pumping in and out like he was doing on the floor earlier. Each time he drives forward, he meets resistance from a cushy barrier on his head, so he knows he has to be driving deep.

Each rock of the hips jettisons him from his balls to his head. Alyssa sure seems to be enjoying herself, as she groans and rocks counterpoint to his weight. He starts slow, making sure that he's in the right place, getting his bearings, assessing the situation.

Everything seems to be functioning beautifully as he lodges up to his balls, and then draws back. At first his drives are slow but forceful, painstakingly taking his time to withdraw, then slamming deep into Alyssa from outside of her canal. She cries out at this, until he bears down and decides that it's not time for games any longer.

Fully committed, teeth set in a rictus grin, Hope bows down and lets his hair tumble past his nose. He white-knuckles Alyssa's ass, sweat dripping from his brow, and goes to shorter and faster strokes. His knees push up and onto hers, so he's bent almost double with strain and effort.

Alyssa bears down and gets ready to hold them both up if need be. All that can be heard is the very loud smack, smack of Hope's balls, and their intermingled breathing. Alyssa is cooing on the edge of the bed, and when Hope is close enough, she bends her head back to where their crowns are touching.

"You're doing just great. I'm on the pill. Take your time. Whenever you're ready, Hope."

The words aren't making any sense in the teenage boy's brain pumped up and full of angst sex. After a moment, in between mid-thrusts, all of the warnings he's heard about growing up slam into him full-force. STD's and pregnancy warnings race through his brain, and for a moment, he falters. He's a virgin, so of course he's okay, but Alyssa obviously has been in this position before now. He's not wearing a condom...because he isn't having sex on the reg with anyone ever and is in the military. It's not like he can go out and be in a regular relationship with someone. Crap. He hopes Alyssa is clean. He doesn't trust her, though. He can't come inside. She can't get pregnant...

...Ugh, this feels too good! It's like everything people said it would be, save the fireworks and the feeling of love he'd thought he'd get from sharing sex with someone for the first time. Utterly bereft of feelings and attachment to losing his virginity to this person, all that's left is the physicality, which no amount of prep could ever have prepared him for.

No one told me how addicting this could be, or how much I'd want more from feeling this.

It's all groans, heavy breathing, skin on skin, rocking motions, and hard meeting wet. It's tearing down barriers. It's primal, it's fucking, it's abandonment, it's hands and knees...

I'm...I'm going to pop. Hope has jerked off enough times before this to know when he's getting close. His stomach is seizing up, his legs are locked, and shudders are wracking down his body. His whole length is throbbing, and he can't stop his forward momentum...

...with one low, gutteral groan, he bends over and pulls himself out of Alyssa's wet hole at the last second. Pumping himself to replicate his thrusts with one hand, he cradles the other to his chest and locks hips in the most primal of fashions. Arching upward, butt squeezing, he leans back and pleasures himself at the last moment to fruition, pulling out sticky flying globules of cum.

He squeezes his eyes shut, as if almost ashamed to see his consent and acceptance of Alyssa's seduction flying out all over her bedroom. His shame arches through the air and spatters like raindrops over Alyssa's shuddering back, over her skirt and dappling across her shoulders. He shoots far, almost up to her hairline. When the boy pops open a grudging eye, after he is done pumping himself, he sees proof of his weakness over Alyssa's yielding and hunched body. Looking down, he sees a line of sticky ooze running from his clenched fingers cradling his still-throbbing head, all the way down to Alyssa's ass cheek, where it pools there on the top of the globe.

What have I done. The looming thought booms in his head, shutting out all reason and thought. Shuddering, he looks up at his enemy, who is turning, catlike, his entrails laid out on her body to see.

"So, what did you think?"