Doubles. // Sumi&Alice.

While Grace was never really the biggest fan of Neapolitans, she couldn't say she hates it. Besides, her boyfriend seemed to adore this type of ice cream. Though, lately, she wasn't sure if he loved it or just despised it, giving how sometimes he would eat it in a couple of minutes and sometimes he would forget about it and throw it away. To add to the confusion, there was something about him that bothered her. The mood swings were so persistent and somewhat scary. Sometimes he would be so sweet and nice to her, and sometimes he would be totally blunt and mean. At some point she almost wondered if he had some sort of a split personality. Now, that would be crazy. Nevertheless, she still couldn't leave his side. She somehow seemed to want to stick by him even with his radical mood swings. What girlfriend she would be if she simply gave up on him just from that?

Enjoying her ice cream, she sat at the table, trying her best to ignore the fact that he was at it again, being as rude as to sit on the table itself. Lightly shaking her head at him, she was then surprised to hear his words. She swore he was another guy at times. And this was probably one of those days when he would be totally unromantic. "Why, thank you for pointing it out. I'm guessing that's why you're not eating that today, isn't it? Are you going on a diet too, perhaps?" she questioned jokingly. She frowned as the sound of the thunder gave her the shivers. Great way to start a date. And just to make it even better, he had to point it out. "Is there any way I can make you change that annoying mood of yours? Can't you be a little more optimistic? At least it's not raining yet." she remarked, before she felt the drops of water falling from the sky. Great.

Standing on her feet, she gave a sigh. "Guess there goes our date." she mumbled, the disappointment shown in her green eyes. At this rate they would get soaked in a couple of minutes. And no way she liked having her long straight black hair going curly all of a sudden. Not to mention it was slightly chilly now, and the fact that she was wearing a dress meant for the hot weather, she was more than eager to go home right now. Yet, she kind of didn't want to end the date just as they met.

Grace scowled at his answer to her remark, at the same time quite shocked at his blunt way of saying things. "Oh, so now I'm fat! That's a very nice way of complimenting your girlfriend." she scolded sarcastically, in the end feeling like replying in the same tone as him. "I'm not fat." she added, crossing her arms against her chest, wrinkling the baby blue material of her dress around her chest area. "Am I chubby...?" she then mumbled to herself, quite puzzled, only to have her thoughts disrupted by another thunder.

Well, he couldn't argue with him about the weather in this case. It really seemed like a bad idea now to be outside. Once he grabbed her wrist, she inadvertently followed him, throwing the ice cream on her way in a trash can. A slight blush covered her cheeks at the mention of how would she be able to change his mood. She did have an idea about what he was talking about, though, she never thought he would talk about it so lightly. After all, they never actually got intimate to the point of making love. Then again, maybe she was overthinking. Maybe she was misunderstanding for all she knew. "Where are going again?" she inquired just to make sure.

Well, she would have lied if she said she didn't expect that answer. Though, she kind of wondered whether the part were 'getting out of the wet clothes' would just be what he said, or more than that. With how often his mood would change, she wouldn't be surprised if they suddenly went farther than simple kissing and touching here and there. Or would he just turn all romantic all of a sudden and then back away? It was really hard to predict the next movement of this guy. Nevertheless, she still let him lead the way, figuring that his house was probably closer than hers. Any more minutes in the rain and they would be soaked. That, if they weren't already.

Surprisingly, he actually corrected her that she wasn't fat and that she looked good in a dress. Maybe, just maybe, she would forgive him this time. No, rather, she would forgive him for the tenth time he said something mean to her. And for that, Grace smiled back at him, only to notice his eyes were definitely everywhere but not at her face. Sometimes she really felt like giving up on this guy.

Relieved once she saw the house, she quickly followed him inside. She was more than grateful to finally be away from the cold droplets of water, especially because she was already wet from top to toes. Doing the same as him, taking off her sandals, she then swiftly glanced around. It was clear from the way she looked at her surroundings that this was the first time she was seeing his house. "So quiet here. Nobody else at home?" she questioned, tucking one of the soaked strands of hair behind her ear.

"Oh." was her answer at his explanation about what kind of person was his roommate, somewhat unsure whether he was just kidding or saying the truth. Though, given she was talking about her boyfriend it was probably just him making stuff up. Then again, this would explain why he never called her over to his place until just now. On the other hand, looking around, she was surprised to see the house this well kept. Given how much of an 'artist' was Alex, she always expected something... messier. In general, the artists would be sort of lazier when it came to cleaning around. And that fact she knew it from her own experience. After all, it was because of their common point of interest that they got along so well. Or, well, at least, most of the times.
Grace always loved painting and felt close to anybody who appreciated any form of art. Needless to say that when she met Alex, she couldn't help but fall for him because of his kind nature and his artist side. And strangely enough, even after finding about the mood swings, she still couldn't leave him because there was this strong attraction. It was weird, but, she actually even this blunt side of his. She herself, has never managed to express herself very well, so the way he had the courage to say anything he wanted was definitely inspiring. She did hated it when he would say everything so bluntly, but she still had to admire the guts.

As a girl, Grace could only be ashamed that her boyfriend's room was this neat, while hers... well, let's say it wasn't the messiest, but neither was it the cleanest. On a side note, she would have to keep in mind to never invite him over at her place. Or just clean up her room a couple of days before he would visit. Leaving that matter aside, she did catch his murmur and dumbly smiled, obviously satisfied and happy with his sudden remark. In fact, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take a photo together and have it in her room. Yep. This would definitely be her next plan.

The brunette blinked as he got a hold of her hair, until she figured he was just squeezing it because it was soaking wet. When their eyes met, however, she slightly blushed and turned even redder as he confessed his feelings for her again. Instead of voicing out an yes, she nodded and placed her hand over his, loving the feeling of his palm cupping her cheek. "I... I love you too." she almost whispered, averting her eyes only for a short moment before her emerald green eyes locked back on his eyes.

As soon as their lips met, Grace slowly closed her eyes, melting into the kiss. It was more than obvious from the way she behaved that she was head over heels with him. She simply loved all his sides and she always felt comfortable around him. Little did she know, however, what would be in store for her. Thus, clueless to the truth behind the situation, she wasn't that reluctant in returning his kiss, pressing her body closer to his, hands resting on his chest.
She never even thought that this guy in front of her would be using her for his own desires, and honestly, she didn't have so many reasons, given that he still had some times when he was sweet.

Their bodies, in spite of being drenched from the rain, felt so nice against each other's, somehow feeling warmer now even if her dress wasn't helping too much to keep the cold away. In other words, she loved it. She loved to be in his arms, to have his soft lips kissing hers. And when she felt something wetter and warmer than his lip, she still let him have his way, letting a little sigh as she parted her lips to grant him access to her mouth.

Grace let out a low moan inadvertently as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, realizing just now that there was this slight difference between these kisses and thr ones they shared most of the times. Just like his mood, even the kisses seemed to be influenced by his current personality. No wonder she almost considered the fact that he might have a double personality.

Nevertheless, the way he kept his fingers entangled in her hair, the way his hand wandered up her leg giving her this ticklish feeling and at the same time it sent her shivers, along with this passionate kiss were enough to make her whole body feel warmer and funny. Even so, she did notice when his hand reached her panties and when she did, she got a little bit redder than before. After all, she knew very well what was planning next. It wouldn't take a genius to realize what would this lead to.
Almost too busy with refraining from letting out some weird noises as he nipped at her neck, when he spoke again she averted eyes somewhat embarrassed. "I-if you take off your shirt first, then I'll take off... my dress." she mumbled in the end, hoping that she didn't sound that awkward as she thought.

While Grace was indeed the bashful one, she didn't seem that shy when he finally moved to take off his shirt, green eyes stuck on his upper half of the body in spite of her red face. She would have lied if she said she didn't like what she was seeing. However, her time of watching and admiring his toned body was disrupted when he went back at tugging at her dress. Guys. They never know how to handle the women clothes.
Seeing how impatient he was, she pushed his hands away and gave him the 'let me do this' look as she reached behind her back, pulling down the zipper and, then she let the dress fall to her feet, revealing the average-sized chest, not too big, not too small, the flat stomach, her smooth legs and the over all milky soft skin. On a second thought, now she knew why he was this impatient, given how much colder it was without anything on. It was her turn now to get the goosebumps, both from the cold air and the fact that she was finally naked in front of her boyfriend. Well, almost naked. She still had the lacy white bra and her panties.

For a short moment, Grace almost expected another mean remark about her body, until he finally said a word she totally didn't expect. At least, not after she knew what mood he was in today. Honestly, his moods were a hustle by now, because even she wasn't able to predict what was going to happen next with him around.
In response, the brunette could only mumble a little thank you, though, she figured that politeness wasn't really suited in such circumstances. Besides, he could probably already notice the blush on her face which noted that she did care about what he was saying and the way he looked at her.

His hand going over her front and touching her skin so lightly was just as ticklish as earlier, giving her the feeling of what she liked to call 'butterflies in her stomach'. Obviously eager for more, even if she didn't want to show it, she didn't resist to his kiss, feet moving by their own as he led her towards the bed, and before she knew it, she was already down on the mattress, breathing just a little bit harder than she was supposed to.

((And with this post, I'm off to bed now. Pretty sleepy right here. Will see ya tomorrow~!))

Now she surely did feel warmer, with their bodies so close to each other's and the way she couldn't ever stop herself from getting flustered and red. She smiled slightly at the kiss he placed on the corner of her mouth, delicate hands now resting on his shoulders as he kept exploring her body. In spite of his heavier body, she didn't seem to mind that her breasts were pressed under his chest, naturally liking this closeness that she never felt before.
Grace slipped out another sigh of pleasure as his hand gripped the back of her thigh, somewhat getting turned on by this mere gesture. She wasn't moaning. No, not yet anyway. But at this rate it would not be long before she would. Thus, when he dug his nails into the back of her thigh, she arched upwards by reflex, only to feel how eager he was. Cupping his cheeks, she initiated the real kiss this time, even more passionate than before and at the same time teasing him from times to times, pulling away from his lips as if to catch her breath.