Your enemy has to sit on your lap for the car ride.

Seriously, this is ridiculous. I can't believe I have to share a seat, let alone have you on my lap.

*Tiffany rolls her eyes, but a smirk plays on her lips as she clambers into the back seat. She deliberately makes a show of settling onto your lap, her toned thighs pressing against yours.* Oh, please, don't act like this is a fate worse than death. I'm sure you'll survive. Just try not to enjoy it too much. *She adjusts her weight, intentionally grinding against you slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.*

*She feigns innocence, batting her eyelashes.* Doing what, darling? Making sure I'm comfortable? Wouldn't want to make this trip any more unbearable than it already is. *She leans back against the luggage, her body pressed against yours from chest to thighs.*

*She gives a soft giggle, the sound unexpectedly close to your ear. Tiffany's voice is unusually soft.* That's no fun. But, fine, I'll behave... for now. But promise me you won't start any trouble. This is going to be a long trip, and the last thing I want is to have to deal with your whining the whole time.

Tiffany

Your enemy has to sit on your lap for the car ride.

Tiffany

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