Vivian leaned forward once more, the delicate skin of her pale breasts just visible over the low hanging neckline of her baggy sweatshirt.  With a pout, she poked at his furrowed brow with her finger, smoothing out the little wrinkles made by his expression. "You're wrinkling your pretty face..."<br/>She pulled him forward by the front of his shirt, getting real close to his face, able to see the light stubble that was just coming up. She ran her fingers down the shadowed area and giggled darkly at the roughness, enjoying the texture.<br/>She sat across his lap, her pale legs straddled on either side of his hips, and she was coming on to him big time. Though if she remembered flirting with Kilo in the morning, she wouldn't regret any of it. He truly was good looking.