She’s uncomfortable, anyone can see that. And the waiter doesn’t help the twins moods, as they order the wine and strawberries. Another run of their fingers, and she’s pushing them back to their laps. It’s more then amusing, as she keeper her eyes peeled to the front of her. Bringing the food and wine, she rushes to grab a glass full. Drinking it like a real trooper, pouring another glass. Letting the waiter no they’re going to need another bottle.

    The twins look behind her, smiling as they know she’s beyond herself as to what’s going on. After the second glass, her body seems to relax as she takes a strawberry to those ruby lips. Anticipating her lips on the fruit, as the teasing tongue licks over the juice.
    “Better?” Van hums, to her. As her back leans to the wall.
    “I’m not sure” Taking a strawberry.

    “Care to elaborate?” Owen asks, pouring a glass of wine, moving it around the glass to open it.
    “Your messing with me, when I told you not to”
    “What if were interested in you?”
    “I doubt that.” She huffs, with a roll of those eyes.
    “Are you truly convinced were not?”  Van chiming in.
    “Yes I’m positive. Pushing her hair around.
    “Oh do tell” Sipping his wine. When the waiter drops off the bottle she requested.
    “I’m not your type”

    “Go on?” Van hums, placing the bottle back in the ice bucket.
    “Your more into meek woman, who take good to orders. I’m just a headache” Shrugging as she picks up a larger strawberry.
    “Well the last part could be very well true, but what gave you the assumption we like meek woman?” Owen lowering his glass.  

  “Just a profiling thing I do”  Smiling the twin are interested even more now. Wonder what else she does. We tease her a little more, making what little words she does say, come out weak and mouse like. The look the twins give each other, is a simple one; they want her. Its growing hard and their not just talking about the growing rock hard member. No she does something for them, and not just for one. Both want her, somehow the vixen has wormed her way into their heart, and now they can’t stop thinking about her. As they contemplate about ways of getting her out of this place, and then out of that skirt her name rings out.

    Snapping her eyes upward, as a very tall man with brown hair is standing with a leggy blonde. Owen grins, he’s done her. The blonde blushes while looking away. The man named Craig is not happy, and calls for her to speak with him in private. She slips under the table, making Van snicker. The blonde sits with her back to Owen, fearing his eyes on hers. As well she should, if her new toy were to find out what a naughty girl she really is. Or perhaps he already knows.

    Van’s finger roll around on the table, as he gets more and more aggravated with the missing Riae. Owen can cur, its taking much to long for her to return. As if on cue Craig walks past them sending a deeper glare, they their use to. The waiter soon returns letting them know she’s left. Owen is beyond pissed, something happened. Craig did or said something to the beauty, and now she’s walking home. Van isn’t anymore pleased them his brother, as the thought of someone trying to pick her off the side of the road leads to bad visions.

    Nodding to his brother Van is tossed the keys, as Owen starts for the table.
    “What did you do?” Slamming his hand down, making the blonde yelp.
    “I told her to stay the hell away from you to” Craig growled back.
    “You have no right, she was perfectly safe with us” His lip starting to twitch.
    “She was safe till she started dressing like that for men like you” He was practically snarling at Owen, and the words he used implied he thought Riae looked like a hooker of some sorts. A little shocked that he thought that, when both brothers had thought she was dressed classy and showing just enough to please. Never did the thought of Riae looking like trash come to mine. Anger piled on as Owen started seeing red.

    “You want trashy, your sitting in front of it” Glaring at the blonde who was wearing much less then Riae had been. Storming off he dropped a fifty on the table before heading out. His brother had the car out front waiting for him. Climbing in they sped off looking for the fore sure angry woman. Checking every street, they were growing worried, when Owen spotted a man walking down the street.
    “Excuse me, have you seen a woman wearing a skirt?”
    “Ohh aww brown hair, with a purple top?” He asked. The twins faces lit up.
    “Yes” Nodding.

“Beach” He said pointing to the waters edge. They thanked him, and parked to the closed area for cars. Getting out the waves crashed quietly to the shoreline. Walking around Van tapped his brothers shoulder.
    “There” Pointing to the small figure bundled at the edge of the water. Trying to run in the shoes they wore, proved to be a challenge. As they got closer they noticed she had been crying and her black eye liner was smudged down her cheeks. Further angering the twins, what had that jerk said to her. She was so tough at the gym and tattoo shop, what could he of done in such a short time to upset her this much. Sitting on either side of her, she was shivering.

    “Riae your cold, we should go” Van whispered rubbing her back.   
    “No, I don’t want to” pouting, she was more then upset.
    “Talk to us” Van trying to get something out of her. Owen was brewing mad, as he sat quietly.
    “Its nothing” She chocked out.
    “Bullshit” Owen growled, his breathing on fire. Her eyes looking up at him, a weak smile as she let another tear roll down.

Breaking Owens wall more, he leaned down kissing the tear away.
    “Riae?” Van purred tying once more.
    “He said I shouldn’t be out with you guys” Fixing her hair, which didn’t need it.
    “Anything else?” Warming her up, as her shivering had halted. Chewing on her lip, they knew there was more.

    “He..umm” Sniffling as she stuck her head between her knees
    “He said I looked like a floozy” That was all it took, Owen screamed as he stood up. Ready to kill that son of a bitch, his actions weren’t fast enough as Riae latched onto his shirt. Quickly pulling him into the sand.
    “Don’t” she whined.

    “Why the hell not” Glaring at her, as his temper got the better of him.
    “Cause he’s my….” She paused looking over at Van.
    “HE’S WHAT?” Growling as he grabbed her, making her look at him. He swore if she said boyfriend, he’d snap.
    “Brother” whispering out ever syllable.

That didn’t seem to make a difference, to the still festering anger in Owen’s face.
    “That makes it worse” Snapping, but before he could get up she was startling him.
    “Don’t you dare” She growled, staring him down. Her skirt had pushed up, making it harder for him to concentrate.

    “You can’t tell me what to do” Grabbing her hips. Her slithery smile, took him off guard.
    “I just did” Cocking her head to the side, as she leaned down.
    “And you’ll listen to me, if you want a trainer” The smell of wine on her breath, as she sent tingles into his nose.

    “You wouldn’t dare?” Watching her face for a tell, but she wasn’t giving him anything.
    “Care to wager that?” Pushing off him, making him silently whine for her to come back. Picking up her shoes, she dangled them on one finger. Playing with the sand with her foot, she sighed.
    “Come on, I owe you guys dinner” Spinning around she started for the parking lot. Owen turned to Van who was grinning like a hyena.

    “I like her” He purred, getting to his feet chasing after her. Smiling Owen agreed, she was refreshing, and wasn’t afraid to snap back. Running in shoes that were not meant to be in sand, he picked her up. Her scream as he smacked her ass, before she threatened to kill him. Laughing it off, they walked with her over Owens shoulders.
    “Put me down, you crazy man” Gripping her shoes.
    “Why?”
    “Cause I have working feet.”
    “But I like the view” Rubbing his hand over her sweet ass. She squeaked, before thrashing around.

    “Stop that, or I’ll work your ass off tomorrow”
    “Will you now?” As Van open the passenger door. Placing her on the concrete, she frowned realizing she was once again going to have to sit on their lap.   
    “How about I meet you there?” She pleaded.
    “Not going to happen” Van said leaning on the glass of the passenger door.
    “Well then…how about I drive” Her cute smile and fluttering eyelashes, were tempting. But the guys weren’t into that kind of thing. Yes they shared everything, but that didn’t mean they were into other guys.

    “As tempting as that sounds, I still want my time with you” Owen sat down, grabbing her arm making her ass hit him hard. Groaning cause he rather enjoyed it, she reached to get out. But Van was already closing the door. Her futile attempt to crawl into the drivers seat, was short lived, as Van got in and Owen pulled her back to his lap. The seat belt clicked, as the engine started up. Sighing in defeat she sat with her arms crossed, and looking like a mad child.

“Shouldn’t pout beautiful” He whispering, feeling her body bend to his words. It did wonders for his ego, as he finally could feel her pleasure over him. Copying his brother, running hands up her long legs. Trying to stop him, he growled into her ear freezing her movements from his. Pleased he continued, pulling her skirt up just enough to feel more of her soft thighs. The smell of her hair was wonderful, as much as the feel. Silky strands moved with her, smelling of honey and caramel.
    The visor to the over head mirror dropped down, and she gasped staring at her reflection.
    “Damn I look like shit” Running her thumb over her tongue trying her best to remove the running black lines. Holding his sleeve to her, she looked at it before frowning.

    “I’m not using your sleeve” Going back to her hand.
    “Why not?” Feeling mad she didn’t think it was good enough.
    “Because, I’m not wiping my black tear stained face with your only god knows how much money shirt” His hand dropped laughing.
    “Its fine love” Turning her in his lap, which proved to make him grow more. She had removed quiet a bit, brushing her cheeks he took the rest with his sleeve. Looking back in the mirror, she closed the visor.

    “Relax” Pulling her like Van had to. She was tense, but soon relaxed leaning more and more of her weight into him. The beat of her heart in tune with his, sounding like music. Too soon had they pulled into her apartment parking lot, and she smiled.
    “Come on my treat” Unclipping the seat belt, and opening the door by herself. Checking her ass out as she was bent over grabbing her shoes, they soon realized she had mentioned ‘treat’. As if on cue they locked the car and sprinted to catch up with her.

~Riae’s POV~

They had been comforting when I looked like shit, and even made me want to laugh at the thought of Owen kicking Craig’s ass. He sort of deserved it, I mean I don’t go out like this all the time. And it really wasn’t half as bad as what is girlfriend was wearing. Sighing I unlocked my door, flicking the lights on. Both standing in my shadows.

    “Make yourself comfortable, I need to change”  Dropping my keys on the kitchen table, before walking to my bedroom. Tossing my heels into the closet, grabbing my grey leggings and a grey tank. Pulling the blouse over my head, tossing it to the hamper as I shimmy out of the skirt. My body freezes at the wolf whistle, turning my head around as the twins are leaning against my door frame. Making the large door small and feeble.

    “What the hell? Get out” Grabbing the small blanket off my bed, to hide at least a part of me.
    “Aw you didn’t really think you telling us you needed to change, didn’t sound like an invite do you?” Owen purrs walking into my room, followed by Van.

    “Look I was just being polite, I don’t nor do I need you in here” Pointing my finger at them. Like wild dogs they stalk towards me, Van making it to my other side. Effectively caging me into them. While Van ran his fingers over my bare legs heading upward, Owen did the same to my arms. Tingles caused goose bumps as I started to feel my eyes flutter closed against my will.