Alexandria arched a brow when he said she did scare him sometimes. Still, it didn't seem enough to push him away. Even now she could feel his eyes on her constantly, as if he was worried that she might suddenly poof and he'd wake up from a dream or something. "Don't worry, I'm here. You're not dreaming and I'm not going to disappear." Alex teased him, noting his arousal again. She had always known that her looks were particular, otherwise she wouldn't have had so many free drinks and club entrances and special treatment from hot lifeguards during her summer vacation, but Keith seemed to bring that interest to a whole new level. She tried not to listen to his compliments too much, knowing that once her ego would start swelling, there would be no going back.<br/><br/>After all, she had yet to realize that she could get practically any guy as well, even if the thought had played itself in her mind. Alex hadn't explored it enough and decided it was better not to.<br/><br/>She laughed a bit when Keith kissed her and she eagerly kissed him back. And of course, she didn't miss how his body tensed when she called herself a bad girl. It always worked, although this time she hadn't really paid any attention to her words. Did he like it? This had to be explored further on, even if he was desperately trying to hold back. What was there to hold back? Alex wasn't in a hurry to go home. "I know. I don't like this game either." She admitted as they got under the water and he held her closer. "We can figure things out. I promise we will." Alex, the good Alex, the kind Alex, brought her hand to his face and caressed him in a soothing manner. "I love you, so much."<br/><br/>She took the bar of soap and began to lather it on her skin. Alex knew enough about the functions of her body to understand the importance of this. She had started sweating out the alcohol and although her mind was still a bit intoxicated, she knew she had to get the smell of alcohol off her skin as thoroughly as possible. Her father had X-ray vision, ears on every wall of their house and the sense of smell of a detection dog. It was scary. Keith spoke aloud and she looked up to him, caught off-guard by his words. "What do you know about beauty, huh?" Alex teased with a smile and handed him the soap once she was done lathering.<br/><br/>Alex stepped under the water to rinse herself and met his gaze. "I have a theory Keith. I just made it up based on a few hints." She grinned. "You like bad girls. How do I know this? I am a bad girl; I don't do well at school, I drink and do drugs and I love having premarital sex. Also, I bully people and make them feel worthless and wear clothes that my father would deem inappropriate. And you like me. Correction, you love me. I saw how you got nervous just now. You adore bad girls like me." And with that she moved closer to him and spoke more quietly. "So why don't you take me like a bad girl should be taken?" Her voice was seductive, but not as sweet as earlier. It was more dangerous, more daring. She turned her back to him, bended over by grabbing the shower wall and reached for his manhood in order to guide it to her entrance. Then, Alex guided his other hand to her hip so he could get a good grip of her and his other hand whe wrapped into her hair.<br/><br/>"This is how you take a bad girl." She purred.