( * ☼ young blood

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

“oh... sorry, just with your innocents i assumed you were a virgin. maybe both of us should work on our assumptions.” she giggled.

“next time you could just go in the woods. i always make my own targets whenever i need to take out my anger.”

she giggled at the other girl. “next time you should just throw the soap at them. maybe i should just stand guard for you for your next shower.”

“it’s ok, you know I wouldn’t have realized until after my first blowjob. don’t even worry about it.”

“the real question here is why were you even using the door in the first place? i feel like that is what’s problematic there.”

“oh honey, why would someone be doing that at camp?” she smiled. “it was something else sweetheart.”

‘ calmate mija, i was just joking… partially, ’ she walked closer to her, eyeing her up and down. ‘ what the hell has you spazzing out ? ’ 

she rolled her eyes. “come sit with me as i tell you my woes.” she took a swig of her drink and plopped down on the ground. as she rolled back to look up at the stars she offered up her drink. “it is really not that big of a deal, but you deserve alcohol if you’re willing to listen to someone’s problems.”

juno almost lost her balance at the jerk forward, but she relaxed once their bodies were close together. the music was whisked away by the breeze so all she heard were french compliments. keeping her hands on the girl’s small hips, and continuing to move her own, she allowed her crimson lips to hover over her ear and whisper back. “por que no hablas espanol ?? sabes que me gusta cuando habla. tan caliente y romántica, creo. tengo que preguntarle al igual que usted es una dama de nuevo ??” 

babette had forgotten the music awhile ago. o be totally honest her whole mind was focused on the princess whispering sweet spanish words into her ear. her hand was running through the cuban princess’s dark locks. she turned her head back to talk the girl grinding her hips into her own. “así que te gusta cuando hablo español? qué quieres que te diga en español? le gustaría que yo para decir cosas sucias sucias, o realmente desea hablar conmigo como yo soy tu sierva de nuevo? siempre podíamos sólo tienen una agradable conversación dulce e inocente, pero que podría ser difícil ver la posición en que nos encontramos actualmente.”

babette moved over to a comfortable looking chair and settled into it. as much as she didn’t want to be around elsa, she really didn’t want to be with the kids so she might as well be comfortable and watching tv. “shouldn’t you be leaking someone else’s nudes for drugs?” babette matched the other’s tone.

babette rolled her eyes “sure, the kids.” she mumbled under her breath. babette continued to look up at the stars and the clouds as they danced across the sky. “listen bitch i can insult you in whatever language i want. you are not the boss of me, and i really do not care about whatever you have to say to me.” babette knew that aza had a wide range of languages, and honestly she felt offended that she hadn’t bothered to learn her two languages. “look i don’t need you to preach to me about my drinking. i’ve been through enough today, and i really don’t want to have to listen to you speak. now would you just leave me alone before i bitch slap you all the way back to russia.” maybe babette was being harsh, but she was just not about to have to deal with even more drama.

“oh wow it must be so hard for you.” babette mumbled and rolled her eye as she took the remote. she began just flipping through the channels, but never really had any intention on stopping on any. at this point she just wanted to be away from kids, but she also didn’t really want to be around elsa. so she channel surfed never landing on anything interesting.

the song mellowed into the background beneath their laughter. now the older one hummed the melody, swaying her hips along with the other girl. eventually their movements fell in unison. “hablas español.” juno instructed in her ear, playfully, but with a hint of a more suggestive subtext.

babette’s hips moved with the other girl’s in near perfect time with the music. as they continued to dance the slightly younger girl’s hand made it’s way up to the back of the princess’s head and tangled into the other girl’s thick black locks. pulling her forward with slight force, but not harshly, babette was able to whisper in her ear. “oh princesse vous n'aimez pas quand je parle le français? il est connu comme le langage de l'amour et la passion. je pense qu'il est plutôt sexy, non?” her voice was low and sultry, but there was a hint of playfulness to be detected as always.