Arya kept pressing herself into Neo's hand as he rubbed against her. She was enjoying him rubbing her, causing her to get wetter. She let herself respond to him, wanting to let go. She shifted her hips, pressing more into hand as he started to rub on her harder. She quickly became even wetter, and arching up into him as he rubbed. She wanted to let go so much. She could be so strong, she knew. She wanted to release control to someone. She wanted to submit, but first she needed someone who could handle her.<br/><br/>When she was finally able to start pulling down Neo's jeans, she became more excited. Then she was stopped. Arya's bra had been pulled down by him, however it was still on her around her waist. The thin black straps were off of her shoulders, but around her upper arms. The straps were restricting her full motion range. Her breast were free, laying atop the bra, her slightly darker nipples were erect, and begging for attention. Arya had to stop herself from giggling at Neo when he made the reference to that one song. She bit her lip as she looked up at him. He was looking at her breast, not really paying attention, like he was fascinated by them.<br/><br/>"Neo," she started quietly, "are you just going to sit there and stare?" Arya cocked her head to her side and licked her lips. She had a mischievous look in her eyes as she reached her hand up to his lower stomach. She lightly traced the scars there before letting her hands shift slightly, her nails elongating and and darkening. She scratched a little harder, wanting to entice Neo farther. After a few scratches she dug her nails in, not too deep , but enough to draw blood. She exposed her neck to the side, looking up at him. It was an invitation, and she hoped he'd take it.