--Since it’s Trina I’m going for a but mature. Throughout Fickle Heart we see her character develop from just another bimbo cheerleader to someone who actually cares. She’s more experienced in the ‘physical’ side of relationships, so we’ll see some action with that. Also, I’d like to think that she’ also more ‘advanced’ emotionally and towards relationships than Aria.

She’s very in control, very manipulative. But towards people she cares about, she can be very vulnerable. She has a bit of inner turmoil concerning Seth because she doesn’t know how to treat him: as a willing slave, or as someone she could come to care about. And since Seth also has that iron clad will, much similar to her own, Trina just loves toying with Seth.

But in Trina and Seth’s story, we’ll see why that is and how they overcome their animosity into something…much…much…more? Read on and find out just what it is I and maybe we plus Raven have in store for your favorite big breasted cheerleader and her unwilling cabana boy.

“I’m going to break you Seth,” she whispered from behind him. Seth could feel her close, her scantily clad figure surprisingly warm. She was circling him again, her perfume clinging to him, sweet and intoxicating. He shook his head to fight off the effect she had on him.

“You’re breaking nothing Trina.” He took a step away from her, but she was suddenly there, in front of him, her body pressing close to his. Seth clenched his teeth and breathed through his nose to get his equilibrium back; but only succeeded in smelling more of her damning perfume.

Shit, where was his control tonight?

Trina noticed the set angle of Seth’s jaw and smiled involuntarily. His control was weakening; she was thoroughly delighted. Seth had so much control, so much power over himself. Watching him crumble with an almost pained expression on his face, mixed with fury, attracted Trina better than bees to honey.

She was kind of disappointed though. Who would she play with now that Seth was virtually in the palm of her hands?

She dusted imaginary lint off the black vest of his suit and rested her arms on his oh-so-broad shoulders. “What’s wrong Seth?” she said coyly. “You look a little piqued. Don’t you wanna play with me?”

The minute the words left her mouth, she was violently shoved away from him. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill run down her spine as she felt his vise-like grip on her shoulders while she looked up into stormy, almost black, gray eyes. Now, she thought. Now the real fun starts.

“If this is a game Trina, you’re playing a very dangerous one,” he said through gritted teeth. Seth had never felt quite so violent in his life. Only damned Trina could make him so angry so quickly. “This isn’t one of your mind games Trina. I’m not going to act like one of your jock-boy lackeys.”

“Good,” she said, leaning against the push of his arms to get closer to him. “I don’t want you to act like one of my jock-boys lackeys.” She smirked at him and knew exactly how it gnawed at his raw nerves. Any minute now, and she’d get what she wanted.

“I can hurt you without even trying.” He squeezed her shoulders just a little tighter to make her understand. “So don’t play this game.” He let go of her like her skin burned. But she used both her hands to catch him by his wrists.

“Then hurt me Seth,” she said, a glint of anticipation in her hazel eyes. She tilted her head to look at him curiously. “Or are you afraid that you’d actually like hurting me? Because I can’t be her?” she rolled her eyes up to meet his and he felt like drowning.

He couldn’t answer her. Not when she looked like that, eyes glowing mischievously, lips pouting. She was practically begging to be ravished, and he could feel his control snapping any second. “Stop it Trina,” he said gruffly, trying to shake off her hands.

She didn’t let him go, pulling herself closer to him instead. She was at his side, holding one cheek and whispering into his ear. “Just let it go Seth,” she said her voice low and making his stomach and lower things do cartwheels. “I can be anything you want.”

He believed her actually, knew she’d do exactly like she said. If there was anything about Trina, it was that she said things and backed them up by actually doing them. But he couldn’t fall into her trap. He knew better than anyone what happened to her little conquests. He’d be damned if he let himself be played like that.

He’d just gathered the last vestiges of his spiraling control when she said, “Even her. Even Aria.”

His gaze whirled to meet hers. He saw in her eyes it was exactly what she’d wanted. He couldn’t help but take her bait. He’d lost what little control he had with just that one name. The one name he really didn’t need to be reminded of.

Swiftly, he caught the hand at his cheek by the wrist and squeezed tight. With the other arm he practically slammed her body into his. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but fine Trina. I’ll give you exactly what you want. ”

And then, even though he knew he’d hate himself later, he kissed her as hard, and as roughly as he could.