body count

                                    

                                          
It’s late at night. 
The city lights filter through the window, casting a soft glow on the room. The mood is relaxed, with a hint of tension hanging in the air. 
Risa and Alice are sprawled on the couch, a half-empty bottle of wine between them. The conversation shifts as they get comfortable, teasing each other with their words.
Risa: "So, how many bodies have you counted?"
Alice: "Bodies? You mean, how many people I’ve been with?" She smirks, raising an eyebrow, already knowing where this is going.
Risa: "Yeah. I’m curious... you’re not exactly the shy type, but I bet there’s a number you won’t tell me." She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Or maybe you're too proud of it?"
Alice: "Proud? Maybe. But honestly, I’ve lost count. Not really something I keep track of." She shrugs, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Why? You trying to judge me?"
Risa: "No, baby. Not judging. Just trying to figure out how many people it took before you finally figured out you like this." She gives Alice a sly smile, trailing her fingers along Alice’s arm, sending a shiver down her spine.
Alice: "I didn’t need a body count to know what I like." She leans closer, their lips almost brushing. "But you... how many do you think you’ve had?"
Risa: "Me? Oh, plenty. But you know what? It’s not about the number." Her hand moves slowly, resting on Alice’s thigh, teasing just enough to make her squirm. "It’s about the ones that really matter. The ones that make you forget about counting."
Alice: "Hmm... so does that mean we’re not just talking about numbers anymore?" Her voice is soft, almost like a challenge. She runs her fingers through Risa’s hair, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. 
"Because if you’re saying it’s about the real ones..."
Risa: "It’s always about the real ones." She leans in and kisses Alice softly, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. "But who knows? Maybe tonight we’ll make a new number."
Alice: "Maybe. But only if you're ready for it." She grins, her lips brushing against Risa’s ear. "Are you ready to add one more to your count?"
Risa: "Oh, baby, I’m always ready." Her hand slides up Alice's leg, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath the fabric. "But you’re the one making me wait. You know what I want... what we both want."
Alice: She tilts her head, a playful smile on her lips. "Is that so?" She shifts, straddling Risa on the couch, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles. "You think you can handle me?"
Risa: Her lips curl into a smirk as her hands settle on Alice’s hips, pulling her slightly closer. "I’ve handled more than you think, baby. It’s not about handling... it’s about wanting." She pushes Alice back just enough to glance at her with a teasing, hungry look. "And right now, I want you."
Alice: She lets out a soft chuckle, her fingers trailing down Risa’s neck, her touch lingering for a moment before gently pulling away. "What makes you think you’re the only one who wants?" Her voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "I’m the one who's been waiting. Been thinking about this all night."
Risa: She leans in again, this time capturing Alice’s lips in a slow, deep kiss, her hands sliding up to Alice’s back, pulling her even closer. "Then you better stop talking and show me."
Alice: She responds eagerly, hands tangling in Risa’s hair as she pulls her into the kiss, deepening it. A moment of silence passes between them as the world outside fades away, the tension between them thick and undeniable. After a breathless pause, Alice pulls away just enough to speak. "You sure you want to add another body to your count?"
Risa: She grins, her voice low and husky. "I told you, baby. It’s not about the number." She moves her hands, tracing the curve of Alice’s waist before resting them on her hips again. "It’s about what we do with it. So let’s make this count."
Alice: Her eyes darken with desire, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "Let’s make it unforgettable, then." She leans down to kiss Risa again, their bodies pressed together as the intensity builds. "No more talking. Just us."
Risa: She pulls Alice closer, her lips never leaving Alice's as she lets her hands roam, the heat between them escalating. "Just us." She repeats, her voice thick with desire as the world outside the room seems to disappear entirely, leaving only the two of them.
As the room settles into quiet, both Risa and Alice lie side by side, their bodies still tangled beneath the soft sheets. The tension from earlier has dissipated, replaced by a shared silence that feels heavier than words. 
Their breathing is slow, deep, as the aftershocks of the moment linger between them.
Risa turns her head to look at Alice, her fingers gently tracing circles on her skin. There’s a soft smile on her lips as she speaks, her voice barely a whisper.
Risa: "You know, it wasn’t about the count."
Alice: She tilts her head, meeting Risa’s gaze with a faint smile. "I know." She shifts slightly, her fingers brushing against Risa’s, intertwining them gently. "I told you, I don't keep track of those things."
Risa: She leans in and kisses Alice softly, a kiss that feels tender and full of meaning. "Good. Neither do I." She pulls back just enough to look into Alice’s eyes, something deeper reflected there, a shared understanding that transcends everything else.
There’s no need to discuss the past, the body count, or the things that came before. In this moment, it’s just them — two people who’ve let go of all the numbers and labels, finding something real between them.
Alice: "Guess we’re on the same page then."
Risa: "Guess so."
As the night stretches on, they remain close, content in the quiet that follows, knowing that sometimes the only thing that truly matters isn’t the count, but the connection they’ve forged together.