“I didn’t know you’d put so much thought into where I’m going to nip you, Lukita.” Andres started, seeing his opportunity to pounce regardless of if Luka tried to take it back or not. “I’m flattered honestly. Blushing even.” He said fanning himself. He wasn’t blushing. He was perfectly fine. Andres may or may not have prayed Luka’s towel inched lower. Half of that was thirst, the other half was eagerness to see what kind of expression Luka made if she accidentally flashed him. No doubt the shriek would be glass shattering too. [break][break]

He looked back at Toffe, watching as Chuchi tickled the baby with the tip of her tail. “Poor Toffee. At least you realized before he got hurt.” He said allowing Luka this brief respite. And then he picked up again, immediately. “Ay Luka, you’re fine. Most of my friends have thoughts kinds of thoughts about me. I have that effect on people.” He said, raising his arms above his head and gripping his hands together so he could flex for the pinkette.

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198 - 83 = 115

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Andres can’t help but snicker at the poor girl as she huffed, utterly defeated. One day she’d be able to resist him, but that day wasn’t today. He sat next to her, letting Chuchi play with Toffee. As she spoke up once more, he felt a bit of heat flash up his spine as he caught sight of a little too much skin. Though Not truly a slip up. He’d been half joking but he supposed lady luck was here to torment them both. He leaned against here, chest brushing against her bare arm as he reached around to pat her shoulder before sitting back up. “There, there Luka. It’s ok. We all have our vices.” He said. She’d been right. He hadn’t been listening. [break][break]

“Ahh Luka~~ You’ve caught me.” He stated, dropping his head onto her lap, and laying there, unbothered by the already flimsy piece of cloth doing its damndest to stick to Luka’s chest. “Maybe I was thinking those things~” He continued, grinning something devilish as he ran a hand through his hair pushing it out of his face while he looked up. Or well tried to. Now that he was down there, a certain asset mildly blocked Luka’s face from view. He hadn’t expected that, but it’s been a while since he’d rested his head in someone’s lap. [break][break]

“Just admit it, Miss Luka~ There’s no shame in it~” He didn’t specify what exactly it was. “Here, let’s try this since you’ve been struggling to stay decent this whole time, I’ll go first.” He said, a hand snaking down to the towel perfectly tied by his waist. He hooked a thumb behind it as he spoke. “You can get a squeeze in, and then I’ll go how’s that sound?” he sounded all too cheerful for what he was doing. Without waiting, he yanked the towel off dramatically revealing…his swimsuit. [break][break]

He’d changed into swim trunks.

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115 - 15 = 100

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Some would say the joke had gone too far. Andres would say, no one got hurt and it was harmless fun. He can’t hold back snorts and laughs as his poor friend flailed around, as if he would really purposefully flash her. But the laughter stopped abruptly as he felt a fist in his stomach. He’d not expecting that nor how strong the hit hat been. Without even thinking, instead of rolling into the sauna with a loud splash, Andres bolted upright as he tried to sit up. “Oof-!” He didn’t get very face, his entire face smooshing into something rather large, and rather soft. [break][break]

His head slapped back down into Luka’s lap and now he’s the one freaking out. Or well, he would be if he wasn’t a little dazed, suddenly embarrassed in himself for a split second before it faded for the ever more important question: why hadn’t he motorboated? [break][break]

Andres lay there, eyes wide, face flushed and quiet for once, before gesturing up at Luka. "Boyoyoing..."

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100 - 71 = 29

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He hadn’t realized he’d said the sound effect out loud until he had the young woman bubbling up with laughter. It echoed off the empty walls of the hot springs. He’s not sure if he’s in trouble or not yet, so he gave a lopsided grin watching her shake as she cackled. “Some SAY That’s my charm~” the man managed weakly. He’s smart enough to get the hint that she wants him off and he’s about to comply. Again, the blonde attempted to sit up, only to have his face pressed back into her chest. She’s laughing. He’s bleeding and she’d laughing. If he had been capable of thought, he might’ve thought she was ruining him on purpose. [break][break]

Now he’s just actively lifting hem out of his face, half because he wanted to cop a feel and half simply because if she did anything more, he felt like he might black out. Andres was barely able to begin moving, understanding that it was time to get up now. But Luka moved too quickly, and wet cloth fell onto his face immediately, which he removed not realizing that there was a second problem. [break][break]

The girls went flying, and he found himself struggling between lifting back up the towel to cover them but and turning away. Turning away wins out as the poor bastard scrambled to avert his eyes from Luka in the buff, and he landed in the water with an ungraceful splash. He scrambled up for air, gasping as he coughed up spring water. Even then, it’s too late. He’s seen her. [break][break]

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The blood was quickly draining out of his brain as he panted, back to his friend. He clapped a hand over his eyes as he tried to be discreet. He tried to keep his mouth shut, really he did. But he’s working on instinct and he saw an opportunity that may never present itself again. Andres Buenaventura is a man of impulse, letting consequences fall by the wayside. The words roll right out of his mouth with the practiced ease a man like him had built up over the years. “Luka, you could’ve at least waited until we got back to my hotel room.” He said, turning over his shoulder and flashing a hungry grin. Even if his eyes were covered, it was clear he was only thinking about what he’d just seen. His other hand pulls at his swim trunks, slipping them a bit past his waist. “Let’s even the score, guera.” He said as he puled his own swimsuit off, barely covering himself. He'd forgotten all about the sky, but there was for sure a full moon tonight.

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29 - 94 = -65

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Luka’s scrambled apologies fall deaf on his ears. She was embarrassed, probably rosy skinned to match; he got that, but he was too far gone to reciprocate the same shame. Maybe earlier during the night, maybe if they weren’t practically naked. Maybe if he could express affection in any other way than this. He doesn’t have to look at her to know he’s made an impression. The silence is deafening between them. His ears itch straining to hear every word and every breath from his friend. He knew this could end badly, there was a very real possibility of that, but he was good at math, and he had taken the calculated risk. [break][break]

Besides, if Luka had to hook up with anyone why not him? After all they were friends. Yes, in more normal circumstances he would’ve considered the weight of this breaking their friendship but right now? After getting a good look at the girls? Andres was only thinking about something else. He knows he’s all jokes, but just this once he’s serious. His grin is sharp even if he’s given her the courtesy of covering his eyes. He is waiting, hungrily. [break][break]

He heard the movement of water and when she finally spoke up its softer, but its closer. His skin prickled with goosebumps. She’s so close, just like before. “Yeah?” he breathed, forgetting how to speak for a split second. He seemed unconcerned with the idea of getting caught. It’s late, and if anything, he was the perfect here, not the other way around. He’d take the fall for it. He turned to her, unaware there was only a thin layer of cotton between them. Andres can’t stop himself and he allowed himself the smallest of peeks through his fingers, looking for her eyes. And when he finds them, he’s sure to lock her gaze to his. “I’m trying to f*** you, Luka.” His voice is low and despite the severity of the situation he can’t shake that shit eating grin. He lowered his head just a tad, angling his mouth towards her ear. His words are a little more desperate now. “Can I take you home with me? Please~?”

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-65 - 86 = -151

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When you broke it down logically, most people would’ve assumed Andres would pull something like this despite anything he said about friendship or mentorship. Luka was a beautiful girl, and she was nice to him. Whether it was because she was too polite to rebuff his advances, or genuinely enjoyed his company was anyone’s guess. Andres chose to believe she liked having him around to make light of everything. He considered a friend, of which, he actually didn’t have that many anymore. She was honest, maybe a bit hard on herself but honest. He thought she would be straight with him. They played on the same level. [break][break]

That much is obvious with how she looks at him, almost cheeky. It did what she needed it to. Gods, did it rile him up. “Yeah, if we go now.” He stated, grinning in anticipation as he scooped up the naked woman. He’s a little rough, hands moving eagerly to secure Luka to himself and making his way quickly back to the locker rooms. Had he had the foresight to bring his clothes and stash them in the girl’s locker room? No. But with permission acquired he wasn’t about to let off Luka anytime soon. [break][break]

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-151 - 25 = -176

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