Kirby Colby

kirby was right—she hated her, and she was loving that moment. maybe at that point she’d say she hated her, but… maybe, in her mind, kirby wasn’t as bad anymore. if rebekah was completely honest, her walls were crumbling incredibly fast; her quick and witty mind wasn’t able to come up with ways of making kirby think she wasn’t good, because she was—and her body was reacting to it. “fuck, kirby,” rebekah moaned, as if that was all she could think about in that moment, because she wasn’t able to focus with kirby’s hand working so skillfully between her legs. her hand clamped around kirby’s, a silent plea for her to keep doing what she was doing. “please, no,” she murmured, looking at kirby. every single word was making rebekah lose it a little bit more. she had been with many guys and girls, but for the first time, she wasn’t in control of her own body anymore. at her question, she opened her eyes, looking up at her. “i need more,” she breathed. her breathing was uneven, her heart racing inside her chest; she was a complete mess, and the dirty talk was only making her more aware of how much she wanted kirby. rebekah’s back arched as she felt kirby’s fingers move deeper, a moan leaving her lips. “i’m close,” she murmured. her hand let go of kirby’s, moving instead to cup her cheeks as she leaned in and pressed her lips against the blonde’s, desperate.

Kirby felt every crack in Rebekah’s defenses like a victory she hadn’t even realised she'd even wanted in the first place. The sharp-tongued girl who always had something clever to say was falling apart beneath her, and for once, Kirby wasn’t interested in just winning just to win. She wanted her back. A smug smile tugged at Kirby’s lips when Rebekah said her name like that, breathless and wrecked. She let her gaze drag slowly over her, taking in every shaken inhale, every desperate look. “Yeah?” she murmured, voice low and full of confidence. “Thought you hated me.” Her hand never stopped, steady and certain, while her free hand slid up Rebekah’s side to keep her close. Kirby thrived on control, on knowing exactly what she was doing to her. When Rebekah pleaded for more, Kirby gave a soft laugh against her mouth, teasing and cruel in the sweetest way. “You need more?” she asked, brushing her nose against hers. “Use your words, pretty girl.” Then Rebekah kissed her, desperate, hungry, all sharp edges gone. Kirby kissed her back just as hard, swallowing the moan that left her lips. When they parted, Kirby rested her forehead against hers, grin still there, eyes bright with triumph. “That’s what I thought.” Kirby’s hand slowed just enough to keep Rebekah trembling, refusing to give her everything at once. She tilted her chin up with two fingers, making sure those flustered eyes stayed on her. “Look at you,” she said softly, confidence wrapped around every word. “All that attitude, and now you can barely speak.” Her thumb brushed across Rebekah’s cheek, unexpectedly gentle before she leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time, deeper, like she had all the time in the world to unravel her completely. "And this is just my fingers, by the way."

rebekah felt weirdly satisfied that the idea had actually worked. accidents happened all the time, and maybe this one hadn’t been an accident, but they could absolutely make a jury believe it could’ve been. she walked past kirby, looking down the hill, her eyes locking onto the dummy. “i’ll check for blood,” she announced before carefully starting her way down the slope, trying not to slip on the loose dirt beneath her shoes. a smirk tugged at her lips. “kirby, get the camera,” she called out, maybe a little too casually, maybe also testing if the blonde would follow her down there so they could talk without lottie hovering nearby. she crouched beside the rocks, carefully moving the dummy out of the way without touching anything important. “who would’ve thought the exam cheater would end up solving crimes,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. she’d never cheated once in her life and somehow still ended up with everything falling apart, but standing there now, she knew she’d chosen the right path after all. she dropped the dummy onto the ground beside her and exhaled softly. “alright,” she murmured, eyes scanning the rocks carefully, “let’s see what we’ve got.”

Kirby’s head snapped up the second her name was called, already moving before she’d properly processed the words. Eager was an understatement. If Rebekah asked her to walk straight into traffic, she’d probably at least check both ways first and then consider it. She grabbed the camera quickly, trying to look far less enthusiastic than she felt, and started down the slope after her with careful steps that were nowhere near as graceful as Bekah’s. “Yeah, alright, bossy,” she called back, tone sharp enough to pass as annoyed, though the grin tugging at her mouth ruined the effect entirely. “Try not to break your neck before I get there. I’d hate the paperwork.” She reached the bottom and steadied herself near the rocks, glancing from the dummy to Rebekah crouched beside it. For a second, she forgot entirely what they were meant to be doing. Then she cleared her throat and lifted the camera. “The exam cheater?” Kirby echoed, brows lifting as she looked at her. “Bit dramatic, that. A blast from the past, for sure.” She crouched beside her, shoulder knocking lightly into Rebekah’s. “My mates said that you cheated. I just agreed because I didn't know better." She glanced sideways at her, lips twitching. “Besides,” she added, voice lower now, “you were always annoyingly smart back then." Kirby lifted the camera, pretending to inspect the frame while hiding the grin on her face. Her eyes dragged over Rebekah for a beat again before she added, quieter and far too amused, “Now, you’re just annoying." Kirby started counting on her fingers, voice dripping with playful mockery. “Annoyingly loud. Annoyingly smart. Annoyingly hot.” She paused, eyes flicking over Rebekah with zero shame. “Annoyingly bossy too.”

Kirby’s laugh came low and unbothered, the kind that always sounded like trouble. She let Juliet guide her exactly where she wanted, but the look in her eyes made it clear she still felt like the one in control. One hand settled at Juliet’s waist, fingers curling there with lazy confidence as she tilted her head. “You can be curious,” she said smoothly. “I know you probably don’t get to experience it often.” Her grin widened as she tipped her chin toward the room around them. “This place is full of bottoms, babe." She clicked her tongue softly when Juliet started talking about judging abilities, shaking her head like she was entertained more than anything else. “You can judge all you want, bestie” she said smoothly. “I like an audience. Especially one that can’t stop reacting to me.” Kirby shrugged one shoulder like it was nothing, though the flicker in her expression said the name landed somewhere deeper than she’d ever admit easily. “I do think about Bekah,” she said plainly. “I’m not gonna pretend I don’t.” Then she let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “But most of the time she’s pissed off at me.” Her eyes rolled with fond irritation. She looked Juliet over again, confidence sliding right back into place. “So yeah, whatever, she crosses my mind.” Kirby’s grin returned, sharp and playful. “Doesn’t mean I can’t focus on what’s in front of me though." Her fingers tightened lightly at Juliet’s side before easing again. “And right now,” she added, voice low and teasing, “what’s in front of me is being mouthy and needy at the same time. Hard to ignore that.” Then Juliet mentioned room for improvement, and Kirby rolled her eyes and smacked her on the side. “Oh, I’ve got room for improvement?” she repeated, amused. “Means I've just got to keep on practicing then. You volunteering for it, Juliet?" Kirby only smirked at all the talking back, like Juliet was handing her a challenge. She leaned away just enough to reach toward the bedside drawer, sliding it open with casual familiarity. “Keep running that mouth,” she said, voice full of amusement. Her fingers closed around one of her toys before she straightened again, giving an easy little shrug like this was the most natural thing in the world. She glanced at it, then back at Juliet, eyes sharp with confidence. She set it within reach on the bed, letting the anticipation do half the work before leaning back in. One hand found Juliet’s hip again, steady and possessive, while she dipped her head toward Juliet's core again with a knowing smile. “Don’t worry,” she murmured against her skin. “I know at least one way to make you shut up and I'm not pulling back until you cum this time."

rebekah wasn’t able to look away; it was impossible at that point. the way kirby got close, everything was enough to leave her in some kind of trance. the way she lifted her chin sent a chill down rebekah’s spine. “i want this,” she assured. she wanted her, but the fact that she hated her was part of the reason she was so turned on. everything kirby was doing had a purpose—the way she took her fingers past her own lips, the way kirby looked at her so intensely—it was enough to leave rebekah trapped, and if she was honest, she didn’t want to get away from that place. as kirby pointed out the things she liked about rebekah, she felt her heart racing inside her chest. in that moment, not a single word left her lips. it wasn’t that she didn’t have something to say; she was just speechless, taking her in. she wanted her, of course she did, and there was a kind of anticipation building, wanting to know what kirby would do next. her breath hitched as the blonde’s hand found her waistband. she looked down before her eyes met kirby’s again, her breathing ragged. “i’m not tense,” she assured. as she felt kirby’s fingers inside her, her eyes closed, her head tilting back, lips parting open. she didn’t know if it was relief or the fact that she had tried to pretend she wasn’t ready for that moment, but rebekah was down bad. her eyes found kirby’s again. one of her hands moved to keep kirby’s fingers from pulling away. “tell me how i feel,” she whispered, leaning closer to the blonde, chasing a kiss she wasn’t sure she was going to receive. she wouldn’t say she was a top—in fact, she didn’t really care. she normally didn’t have this kind of anticipation building for months, but in that moment she knew she was putty in kirby’s hands. she knew she wasn’t in charge, and she wasn’t going to be if kirby was the one with her. she knew it, and the thought of it didn’t bother her, though it somehow scared her too, knowing that all her strong walls and teasing just crumbled if kirby was around. she hated her. she hated the fact that her rival was able to make her do whatever she wanted.

Kirby smirked, eyes dark and playful, watching Bekah try, and fail, to hide just how undone she was. “Mm, so this is what happens when you try to act all tough?” she murmured, fingers still tracing against Bekah, moving with deliberate, teasing precision. “You hate me. You love this." Her hand pressed a little firmer, controlling the rhythm, testing boundaries, daring Rebeka to resist, and loving the way she couldn’t. Kirby’s grin widened as she watched Rebeka’s head tilt back, lips parting, eyes fluttering. “That’s it. Don’t fight me. I want to see you like this, down bad, begging without even having to ask.” She let her fingers move with skillful intent, teasing and pressing. Her thumb rubbed teasingly, just the right pressure to drive her wild, and she let the smallest, taunting nudge of a smile cross her lips. Kirby’s grin turned wicked as she felt Bekah's hand clamp tightly on hers. “Oh, you really don’t want me to move it, huh?” she murmured, voice low and cocky. “You want more fingers?" Kirby leaned in, teasingly grazing Bekah's lips with hers, slow and daring, watching the way her eyes fluttered shut. “See that? That little gasp, that shiver? That’s all because of me." She smirked, pressing a final teasing kiss against Bekah's jaw, fingers moving with precise, playful control, letting every touch, every press, every glide remind her exactly who was in charge. Kirby leaned closer, her lips brushing Rebeka’s ear, voice low, cocky, and dripping with heat. “So fucking wet- can’t get enough, can you?” She slid her fingers a little deeper, letting a wicked grin curl across her face.

it still felt strange to rebekah how kirby seemed to have set their hostility aside, how now she actually listened — really saw her — and even if rebekah hated admitting it, there was something reassuring about that shift. when kirby told her to record, she grabbed the camera without hesitation, focusing carefully as the dummy was pushed and tumbled down onto the rocks. she let out a slow breath, confident she had captured the fall clearly. “drunk people lose their balance. it happens,” she said simply, nodding to herself as she stopped the recording. walking a little closer to the edge, she glanced down again, already thinking ahead. “they’ll try to pick it apart, but we have to test every angle.” then she turned toward lottie, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “are we done here?” she asked, her tone practical but tired, like she was already ready to move on to the next step.

Kirby stood near the edge with her hands resting on her hips, eyes following the dummy as it tipped and crashed down onto the rocks below. The sound echoed up the cliff for a moment before fading into the wind. For a second she just stared down there, processing it. Then the corner of her mouth lifted. She tried not to look too pleased with herself, but the little spark of satisfaction in her chest was hard to ignore. The angle had worked almost exactly how she’d pictured it in her head. “Yeah,” she said, nodding once as Lottie spoke. “That’s what I was thinking.” Her gaze flicked briefly toward Rebekah and the camera before returning to the edge. Kirby crouched slightly, glancing down again as if mentally replaying the fall from start to finish. Her foot shifted on the rocks next to her, which she took a video of on her phone too. “The footing up here’s uneven,” she added, gesturing loosely toward the ground near the edge with her hand. “Loose gravel, slight slope. Someone drunk or off-balance doesn’t even have to be that close before they lose it.” She straightened again, brushing her hands together lightly. When Rebekah mentioned that drunk people lose their balance, Kirby gave a small shrug, but there was a faint, satisfied glint in her eyes. “Exactly. It’s not some complicated physics puzzle,” she said. “It’s gravity and bad footing.” There was a pause as she looked back down the cliff one more time, clearly pleased the reconstruction had actually backed up Bekah's theory. “Yeah,” Kirby said after a moment, her tone easy. She rocked back on her heels before settling flat again. “Or what else do we need to test? Another thing we could look at,” she said after a beat, gesturing with a small tilt of her chin toward the ground near the edge, “is the approach path.” She stepped a little closer, careful with her footing, scanning the dirt and scattered gravel. “If he stumbled from back from somewhere up here,” she continued, pointing vaguely toward the rough trail leading up to the cliff, “there’d probably be some kind of disturbance. Scuff marks, displaced rocks, something that shows someone lost their balance before the edge or even blood on the rock at the bottom."

at her comment about calling kirby baby, she rolled her eyes. “i call everyone baby, it’s the way to get what i want while i keep being a bitch,” she pointed out. “don’t think this is because of you, bestie,” the nickname leaving her lips as if it were its own argument. “you did miss a meeting—you were fucking me two weeks ago,” she teased, raising her eyebrows at her best friend, a smirk on her lips. it was easy to tell she didn’t hate kirby; it was impossible. she loved her—she was her best friend. it was just juliet being harsh with everyone, even the people she loved, like kirby or her brother. at her reaction to juliet saying she was a bottom, she had to hold in her laughter; that reaction had been priceless. “of course i’m not. fuck it, people don’t get me to orgasm the way i want if i let them do the work,” she pointed out. “and i love arguing,” she added, nodding as she agreed with kirby. juliet was deliberate when it came to teasing her best friend, and for a second, the idea of someone else taking charge didn’t sound too bad. she wasn’t going to say it out loud, though—she would never do that. “of course i can do it. oh, you want to tell me what to do?” she teased, her eyebrows raising in challenge. “i can try to see if i can keep my mouth shut and let you make the decisions,” she nodded. “there’s a first time for everything,” she smirked. and when she was instructed, she threw her legs over the blonde’s shoulders. “stop being so cocky, colby, i’m the one judging your skills,” she pointed out, her hands moving to the back of kirby’s head as she guided her where she wanted her.

Kirby watched Juliet run her mouth, that same sharp edge, that same attitude, and instead of pushing back, she leaned into it, slow and deliberate, like she liked the fight. At the “baby” comment, her lips curved, eyes glinting. “Yeah, I know,” she murmured, voice low, almost amused. “You say it to everyone but you don’t look at everyone like that when you do.” Her gaze dragged over Juliet, unhurried, like she had time to pick her apart piece by piece. “That part? That’s just for me.” When Juliet dropped the “bestie” again, Kirby huffed a soft laugh, leaning just a little closer instead of backing off. “You keep saying that like it’s gonna convince either of us,” she said, tone light but loaded. “If anything, it just makes this worse.” Her eyes flicked to Juliet’s lips for half a second before coming back up, smirk deepening. At the missed meeting comment, Kirby didn’t even try to deny it, if anything, she leaned into it harder. “Yeah I remember,” she said, slower now, voice dipping. “You weren’t exactly focused on anything else, were you?” A pause, just long enough to let it land. “And, I'm pretty sure towards the end you were the one bouncing on top of me." Juliet’s whole speech about control only made Kirby’s expression sharpen, interest flickering properly now. She tilted her head slightly, studying her like she’d just found something she wanted to play with. “Mm. That tracks,” Kirby said quietly. “You like control, you like knowing exactly what’s happening, when it’s happening, and that you’re the one making it happen.” She moved closer again, close enough now that there wasn’t really space between them anymore, her voice dropping just a little. “But the fact you’re even considering letting someone else take over?” A slow smile. “That’s new.” When Juliet challenged her, Kirby didn’t hesitate this time. She didn’t joke it off. Didn’t soften it. “Yeah,” she said simply. Her hand found Juliet’s waist, steady, grounding, not pushing, just there, like it belonged. “I do.” There was something in the way she said it, calm, certain, like she’d already decided how this was going to go long before Juliet caught up. Juliet shifting closer, legs hooking, hands trying to guide, Kirby let her. She leaned in just enough that her voice dropped, closer now, more intimate, teasing right on the edge of something heavier. “And if you were actually judging?” she added softly, eyes flicking over Juliet’s face, her lips, the way she was already reacting. “You wouldn’t be this distracted.” Kirby’s thumb brushed lightly against Juliet’s hip, slow, absent, but intentional enough to make it known she was there. “We were supposed to be going out, you know,” she added, almost casually, like this wasn’t already derailing completely. “But if this is what happens when you get bored,” her smirk deepened, voice dipping just a fraction lower, “Maybe we should stay in all the time." Kirby’s smirk turned wicked as she leaned in the final fraction closer, closing the tiny space between them. Without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing her mouth to Juliet’s core, teasing at first, testing, daring. Her hands slid deliberately to Juliet’s legs, gripping with steady, confident control, pulling her flush against her. She dove in again, mouth claiming her, with even more hunger now. Every suck, every lick, every subtle press was designed to test limits, heat building fast.

rebekah would tell anyone who asked that she walked to the bed reluctantly when kirby told her to—but that would be a lie. there was a flicker of annoyance on her face, sure, but she followed anyway, because deep down she wanted this. she always did. when she tilted her chin up, her breath thinned in her lungs. it wasn’t her first time in a moment like this—she wasn’t inexperienced—but with kirby it felt different. sharper. heavier. she wanted to be present, to take in every second, and she hated how much she wanted that. when kirby told her to keep looking at her like that, rebekah let out a slow breath, brown eyes locked onto hers. then kirby lifted her own fingers to her lips, and bekah’s chest tightened as she watched them slip between them. anticipation coiled low in her stomach, heat mixing with something dangerously close to surrender. when kirby told her to lie back, she did—instantly. no hesitation, no argument. she lowered herself onto her elbows, gaze fixed on kirby with something almost like awe. she glanced away for a split second, knowing kirby would eventually point out how easily she obeyed, but she couldn’t stay away for long—her eyes found their way back to her.

Kirby noticed everything. The flicker of annoyance. The way Rebekah tried to make it look reluctant. The way she still moved the second Kirby told her to. Kirby didn’t call her out on it right away. She just watched her, slow, deliberate, confident in the way she held herself. When Rebekah tilted her chin up like that, breath thinning, eyes dark and fixed on her, Kirby’s mouth curved. “Look at you,” she murmured, voice low and smooth. “Trying so hard to act like you don’t want this.” She moved closer, not rushing. She liked the tension. Liked how it coiled tighter the quieter she got. When she lifted her fingers past her own lips, she didn’t break eye contact. She saw the exact moment it hit Rebekah, the hitch in her breathing, the way her chest rose a little sharper. Kirby’s smile turned knowing. “Keep looking at me like that,” she told her, softer now, but not gentler. “Like you’re trying to memorise every second.” And when she told her to lie back? Rebekah did it instantly. Kirby’s eyebrow arched. There it is. She took her time stepping forward, gaze dragging slowly over her. “No hesitation,” she observed, voice edged with amusement. “Didn’t even pretend to argue.” She reached the bed and leaned down just enough to close some of the distance, not touching, just hovering close enough that the air between them felt charged. “You can glance away all you want,” Kirby teased quietly. “But you always look back.” Her fingers hovered near Rebekah’s waist not quite brushing it yet. “And you know what I love the most?” she added, voice dipping lower. “That you act like you’re fighting me but the second I tell you what to do—” her eyes flicked down briefly, then back up, confident and unshaken, “—you melt.” She let the silence stretch just enough to make it throb. She let her fingers drift down slowly, not rushed, not greedy, just deliberate. When she reached the waistband of Rebekah’s jeans, she paused, eyes lifting to meet hers first. Always checking. Always reading her. “You’re all tense,” Kirby teased softly. “That doesn’t suit you.” Her fingers worked carefully, unbuttoning, easing the zipper down with slow patience rather than drama. There was nothing forceful about it. Just steady, attentive movements. She then slid her hands inside of Bekah's pants and slide two digits against Bekah's core.

lottie wandered around the area, eyes scanning every detail, the faded strips of police tape still fluttering weakly in the breeze as a reminder that this had once been sealed off as a crime scene; when she noticed the rocks rebekah had pointed out, she nodded thoughtfully. “yeah, anyone tripping could definitely smash their head on those,” she said, already stepping carefully down the slope, her boots shifting dangerously over loose gravel as she nearly slid. steadying herself, she glanced back up at the others. “we need to film a possible slip from up there—natural fall, no obvious push. if the dummy’s head connects with that rock at the right angle…” she gestured toward the jagged edge. “then we’ve got it, girls.”

When Lottie nearly slid, Kirby’s attention flicked to her instantly, instinctive, assessing risk. We need to film a possible slip from up there. Kirby nodded once. “No push,” she agreed. “If there’s momentum already, a hand wouldn’t even leave a clear pattern.” She stepped back up the incline, setting the dummy down near the crest. She adjusted its stance carefully, feet angled slightly uneven, one heel less stable in the sand. She crouched, pressing the dummy’s weight subtly forward so its center of gravity tipped just enough toward the slope. “Most people lean downhill when they lose footing,” she murmured, almost to herself. “They try to correct.” She moved behind it, but not close enough to look like a shove. Instead, she placed her palm flat between its shoulder blades. A nudge. The kind you’d give someone when passing in a hallway. The kind that wouldn’t register as aggression. "Someone hit record." She leaned her body weight forward, controlled, measured, applying steady human pressure rather than a sharp thrust. Enough. The sand shifted first. Then the dummy’s leading foot slid. Its balance overcorrected exactly like she predicted, tipping, twisting, and gravity took it. The body tumbled down the slope, gravel scattering, shoulder catching once before the head struck the jagged rock with a hollow crack. Kirby watched the trajectory the entire way down. When it settled, she tilted her head slightly, studying the final position. “That’s believable,” she said calmly. Then she glanced back at Rebekah, not dark, not disturbed. “Your rocks theory works, Bekah."

at kirby telling her to use her first name, juliet rolled her eyes dramatically. “address you by your first name? oh baby, i’ll call you whatever i want,” she shot back flirtatiously, her smirk deepening when the blonde tilted her face up by the chin. “i do hate you,” she added in a playful tone—both of them knowing she absolutely didn’t, but juliet would never let kirby win that easily. “oh, so you’re that stable and i’m the bottom here?” she lifted her hands in mock surrender, sarcasm dripping from her voice. when kirby told her to take her time deciding, juliet huffed softly. “sure, take your time,” she mused from the mattress, eyes following her every move. she wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the rush that came with kirby—the teasing, the tension—was intoxicating. now she understood rebekah a little better. when kirby climbed over her, juliet’s breath hitched involuntarily, the space between them shrinking until their breathing mixed, slow and heavy. “my move?” she purred, glancing down at kirby’s lips before meeting her eyes again, a wicked smile forming. “you know what? i’m not making a move. you said you make the decisions.” she wiggled her eyebrows shamelessly. “i’m a pillow princess now. that’s my move, colby.”

Kirby stilled for half a second, then a slow grin pulled at her lips.“Oh?” she laughed softly, the sound low and amused. “Baby?” She leaned back just enough to look at Juliet properly, thumb still resting under her chin but her expression shifting into something playfully investigative. “Since when do besties start throwing pet names around like that?” she asked, eyebrow arching. “Did I miss a meeting?" Her tone wasn’t offended, if anything, she sounded entertained. Curious. Maybe even a little pleased. Juliet could see it in her eyes. Kirby gave a quiet, disbelieving laugh, shaking her head. “You call me baby like that again and people are gonna start thinking you’re getting all soft over me.” Kirby didn’t so much as blink when Juliet rolled her eyes. If anything, it only made her smile wider, slow, more dangerous. "You can pretend you hate me all you want.” Her voice dipped, warm and confident. “But you don’t listen to instructions and lie back like that for someone you hate.” When Juliet lifted her hands in mock surrender and tossed out the comment about stability and bottoms, Kirby actually laughed, low and amused. She didn’t rise to it. “Girl,” she said, shaking her head as she shifted over her, hands braced on either side of Juliet’s shoulders, “you are not a bottom.” Her tone was decisive. Certain. Like she’d already studied the evidence. “You’re way too fucking stubborn for that,” she continued, lips curling into a teasing grin. “You argue about everything. You need the last word. You roll your eyes like it’s cardio.” She leaned down just slightly, lowering her voice. “Verse?” she allowed with a small shrug. “Maybe. Sure. I’ll give you that.” Her eyes flicked down to Juliet’s lips again, deliberately, before lifting back up. “But full bottom?” She clicked her tongue softly. “No chance. You’d try to backseat drive the whole time.” She stayed close enough that the air between them felt charged. Then Juliet announced she was a pillow princess now. Kirby stilled for half a second and then she smirked. Not annoyed. Not thrown off. Amused. Her fingers trailed lightly along Juliet’s waist, not claiming, teasing. “You don’t get to retire that fast,” Kirby added, voice velvet-smooth. She leaned in just close enough that her lips brushed the corner of Juliet’s jaw, barely there, intentionally maddening. “But if you want to lie there and look pretty while I make decisions?” she whispered against her skin. “I can work with that.” Kirby pulled back just enough to meet her eyes again, confidence unwavering. “Now, do me a favour and throw your legs over my shoulders and let me show you,” she said, eyes holding Juliet’s without wavering, “why my name’s still on a lot of girls’ mouths around here.” She let that sit for a second. Not rushed. Not defensive. Cocky.

it was obvious the whole situation was just entertaining kirby; the way she smiled and that smirk got sharper showed she was loving rebekah’s reaction, which honestly just pissed the brunette off even more—it pulled her in every single time. as kirby forced her to look up, rebekah swallowed hard. "how?" she challenged, her eyes locked onto kirby’s, desperate to know how that look actually made her feel. when the other girl bragged about having self-control while pulling away, rebekah realized she had absolutely none. self-control wasn't really her thing; that’s exactly why she’d grabbed kirby's shirt to kiss her in the first place, and why she usually couldn't think straight when they were together. feeling kirby pull her closer, she smirked against her lips. as kirby confidently told her to get to the bed, rebekah pulled back just enough to look at her. there wasn’t a hint of hesitation in kirby's voice, and rebekah loved that, even if she’d never admit it. that "now" was all it took to make rebekah give in. she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow at kirby. "you're so bossy," she mused, challenge dripping from her voice. "anything else you want me to do?"

Kirby’s smirk deepened the second Rebekah gave in, satisfaction flashing openly across her face. She took her time following her to the bed, clearly enjoying the way that single word had worked exactly as intended. At the comment, Kirby let out a quiet, amused laugh. “I know I am,” she said smoothly, like it was a compliment she fully accepted. She stopped just in front of her, tilting Rebekah’s chin up again without asking, eyes dark with confidence. “And you love it." When Rebekah challenged her again, Kirby leaned in just enough to crowd her space, not touching, but close enough to remind her who was in charge. “For now?” she replied lightly, playful but firm. “I want you right there. Sitting. Looking at me like that.” She straightened, clearly pleased, voice dropping just a touch. Kirby’s eyes flicked down to Rebekah’s mouth for half a second before she acted, slow and deliberate. She lifted her own hand and slipped two fingers past her own lips, not rushed, just confident. Her gaze never left Rebekah’s as she did it, eyes sharp, knowing exactly what kind of reaction she was provoking. She withdrew them just as slowly, a faint smirk curving her mouth. “Lie back."

lottie didn’t say a word while the girls talked; she just drove. she knew that if she opened her mouth she’d ruin something fragile, something still forming between them, so she kept her focus on the road, only glancing at them from time to time out of pure curiosity. whatever was happening back there was interesting enough that she already knew monroe was going to hear every detail the moment she got home. “okay,” she finally said, breaking the silence as she pulled over and cut the engine, “didn’t want to ruin the moment, but we’re here.” she unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced back at them. “i’ll take the camera. one of you grab the dummy from the trunk, and try not to eat dirt on the way up,” she added dryly. “it’s not a long walk, but the ground’s basically all soil, and that hill is not forgiving.” lottie was already out of the car by the time she finished speaking. she popped the trunk, grabbed what she needed, and started up the path with quick, determined steps. the incline wasn’t steep, but it was uneven, patches of loose dirt shifting under her boots. she didn’t slow down. when she reached the top, she stopped and took a moment to scan the area. the place was quiet, open, the kind of spot that felt heavier once you knew what had happened there. lottie’s gaze moved over the ground, the surrounding trees, the way the light fell across the clearing, mentally mapping angles and distances. this was it—the zone where everything had gone down. she adjusted the camera strap on her shoulder, inhaled once, steady and focused, already switching into work mode as she waited for the others to catch up.

Outside, she moved with more care than usual, not rushing up the hill, testing the ground with each step. When she caught up closer to the top, she paused near Lottie, eyes scanning. “Okay,” Kirby murmured, thoughtful. “So if this is the zone, then sightlines matter. Anyone coming in from the tree line would’ve been half-blind until they hit the clearing.” She glanced back at Rebekah then, checking in. “You see anything off?” she asked, not testing, not challenging. Genuinely asking.

some people would find what they did wrong; they’d think best friends shouldn’t cross that line if they didn’t plan to change their relationship status, but juliet never played by the rules—she didn’t care about that at all. “i don’t get loud and talkative,” she shook her head; kirby was right, she spoke too much. she didn’t blush, but it was easy to tell when she was flustered. as they walked into her dorm without even pulling away from their kiss, she smirked. “oh, don’t start with your law shit with me, i’ll bend your judgment so i win—that’s the caldwell style,” she teased, a smirk against her lips. if there was something juliet liked, it was being looked at, appreciated, given all the attention she wanted, and in that moment kirby was looking at her that way. as she tried to tease kirby into touching her, the move backfired. “give me pointers? i think i know how to touch myself, colby,” she pointed out, a smirk on her lips. “wasted potential—you talk as if you know what you’re talking about, but i bet you don’t know shit,” she teased. then kirby reached out, catching her chin between her fingers, and kissed her hard, controlling. she wouldn’t admit it, but kirby taking control was hot. as kirby nudged her onto the mattress, juliet looked up at her. “i hate how much of a top you are,” she rolled her eyes, before taking off her jeans dangerously slowly and discarding them on the floor, doing the same with her top, now lying there in just her underwear. “what now? you’re so bossy—prove it.”

Kirby didn’t rush her. She stayed standing for a moment, looking down at Juliet like she had all the time in the world, expression calm, amused, and very much in control. One corner of her mouth lifted at the eye roll, at the challenge, like she’d been expecting it. “First of all,” Kirby said evenly, voice low and steady, “it’s Kirby in here. If you’re going to talk back, at least address me by my first name.” Her fingers slid back under Juliet’s chin, tilting her face up just enough to make sure she was listening. “Second, you don’t hate it. You just hate that it works.” Her gaze dragged slowly over Juliet, deliberate and unhurried, making the attention feel earned rather than handed out. “And that attitude?” she added, thumb brushing once along her jaw. “That’s exactly why you don’t get to run this and I do." Kirby leaned down, close but not touching, her voice dropping another notch. “What now is simple.” She straightened slightly, hand still anchoring Juliet in place. “You stay right there. You stop rushing. And you let me decide.” A pause, measured, intentional. She tilted her head. Kirby’s eyes swept over Juliet slowly, deliberately, taking her in from where she lay on the mattress like it was exactly where she belonged. The look wasn’t rushed or hungry, it was controlled, evaluative, the kind that made it clear Kirby knew she had the upper hand and was enjoying every second of it. “Look at you,” Kirby said quietly, tone calm but edged with heat. “All mouth. All confidence.” Her gaze lifted back to Juliet’s face, sharp and knowing. She climbed onto the mattress then, movements unhurried, bracing herself on either side of Juliet so she hovered over her, close enough that their breaths mixed. The shift in weight was intentional, grounding, her presence unmistakable. "Your move, Juliet."

rebekah hated how much she was affected by the way kirby looked at her—the way she whispered in her ear like she already lived in her head, the way she leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, staring at her in a way that made her stomach twist in the best possible way. she wanted to kiss her so badly in that moment, and that was exactly what made her so angry at herself. when she finished talking, kirby stepped closer, and rebekah wanted to wipe that smirk off her face with her lips; then came the nickname, and she was already melting. she looked up at her, eyes meeting kirby’s as a finger hooked under her chin, forcing her to look. “good, i wouldn’t offer that,” she shot back. “i’m not shaking because you’re in my room, what the fuck,” she muttered, shaking her head, not pulling away even though she knew she should—her body betraying her mind. when she felt kirby lean in, she closed her eyes, and instead of a kiss, kirby’s lips only brushed her cheek, making it painfully clear how badly she wanted more. “you’re not special,” she repeated, eyes closing again. when kirby challenged her, dared her to say it, rebekah looked at her, deep brown eyes caught somewhere between annoyance and giving in. “idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head, the sudden rush of protective thoughts making her roll her eyes at herself—she wasn’t going to end up pregnant tonight. “fuck you, kirby,” she whispered, leaning closer, visibly fighting herself before the words finally slipped out. “touch me,” she breathed, “and you better not hold back, asshole,” before grabbing the front of kirby’s shirt, yanking her down, and crashing their lips together.

Kirby didn’t miss a single reaction—she never did. The way Rebekah bristled, the way her breath hitched just a little too fast. It only made Kirby’s smirk sharper, more self-satisfied. She pushed off the doorframe and stepped in closer, slow and deliberate, like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Oh, relax,” Kirby murmured, voice low and amused.When she hooked a finger under Rebekah’s chin, Kirby tilted her head, eyes glinting with playful arrogance. “You say that,” she replied lightly to the you’re not special, “but you’re still looking at me like that.” She leaned in just enough to let the tension spike, brushing her lips against Rebekah’s cheek on purpose before pulling back. “See? Self-control. I’ve got plenty.” At the insult, Kirby laughed under her breath. “Idiot?” she echoed, unfazed. “Wow. I must really be getting to you, Bekah." And when Rebekah grabbed her shirt and kissed her, Kirby didn’t hesitate. She met it immediately, one hand coming up to steady her, the other already at her waist. Pulling back just enough to breathe, Kirby smirked again, forehead resting briefly against hers. “Yeah,” she said, voice smug and pleased. “You really should’ve known better than to tell me that.” Kirby broke the kiss just enough to breathe, eyes flicking from Rebekah’s face to the bed behind her—slow, deliberate, like she was making a point. One corner of her mouth lifted, confidence radiating off her. “Bed,” she said simply, voice low and firm, unmistakably teasing. Then she glanced back at Rebekah, eyebrow raised, daring and amused. “Now.” The word landed half-command, half-playful challenge—Kirby clearly enjoying how easily she could make Rebekah unravel.

at kirby’s voice, juliet’s eyes squinted, looking at her with a playful shake of her head. juliet was a bold teaser, but so was kirby, and that made her want to ruin her in the best way possible. juliet’s eyes moved to meet kirby’s. “you enjoy annoying the hell out of me?” she whispered back, her voice sultry. “i love when you give me attention, you’re so different from the girls i sleep with,” she smiled. juliet was normally the one who took control, but that didn’t happen with kirby, which was exciting. kirby knew how to use her words, how those same words, if a man had told her them, would have disgusted her, but there was a flirty note behind them that made juliet want to know what that felt like, even if she wasn’t going to tell the other, just so kirby could see she wasn’t going to cave. juliet scoffed at kirby’s comment about making her blush. “you don’t make me blush,” she assured her. “it’s just that i’m practically always horny,” she joked, a smile on her lips, as she felt kirby’s hand cupping the back of her neck. “you don’t know how much trouble i can be,” she whispered before their lips crashed together. it was messy, it was a battle. juliet pressed her body against kirby’s, teasing and demanding, just wanting more of her best friend. she let kirby guide her backward toward her bedroom, never stopping the kiss, her hands moving from her shoulders up into her blonde hair. when she pulled away, juliet smirked. “oh, kirby, you’re the one who won’t be able to stop thinking about me,” she purred close to her lips, feeling kirby’s breath against her skin. “i’m better than her, and you know it.” she kissed her lips once more, her hand moving to open the dorm room door. she walked backward, pulling kirby with her inside the bedroom. juliet took the elastic she had on her wrist and pulled her hair into a low bun, still looking at kirby with fire and lust in her eyes. “now, are you going to rock my world or what, colby?” she smirked, anticipation in her voice. “if you can’t, let me know now, and i’ll start working on my own.”

Kirby didn’t miss a beat. Confidence rolled off her like second nature, a slow smile tugging at her lips as she tilted her head, eyes dark with amusement. She leaned in just enough to keep Juliet guessing. “Enjoy it?” Kirby murmured back, voice smooth and teasing. “I thrive on it. Especially when you pretend you're not into it and I know that you are." When Juliet bragged, Kirby let out a soft, knowing laugh, thumb brushing at the back of Juliet’s neck like she owned the space. “Different,” she echoed, amused. “Yeah. That’s usually the part that gets people in trouble with me.” Kirby laughed, stepping back half a pace as she dramatically swished her hair around, wrists loose, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Ohhh, I’m not like other girls,” she mocked. Juliet’s scoff only fueled her. Kirby smirked, unfazed. “You don’t blush,” she said lightly, lips hovering close, too close. “You just get loud and talkative when you’re flustered. It's cute, honestly.” As the kiss turned heated, Kirby met every challenge without hesitation, hands steady, presence grounding. She followed Juliet backward easily, completely in control without needing to announce it. When Juliet pulled back to taunt her, Kirby’s smile sharpened—confident, unshaken. She leaned in again, voice low and deliberate against Juliet’s lips. “Keep telling yourself that,” she said. “I know it?” Kirby repeated, ego-heavy, chin tilting up. “Prove it. I don’t know anything until I’ve got all the evidence on my side. It's the rules of law - don't you know.” Watching Juliet pull her hair back, Kirby’s gaze lingered, slow and appreciative. She thought her best friend was hot. She stepped closer, closing the distance Juliet had created, her tone pure confidence wrapped in flirtation. Her eyes flicked up, daring. Kirby’s smirk turned downright wicked. She tilted her head, eyes dragging lazily over Juliet's body as if she were already entertained. “Work on your own?” Kirby repeated, amused, ego thick in her voice. She lifted a brow, lips curling. “Can I watch? That's hot." She let the silence hang for a beat, then added smoothly, confidence unshaken, “Might even give you pointers. I hate seeing potential wasted.” Kirby then moved without hesitation, confidence sharp and unmistakable. She reached out and caught Juliet’s chin between her fingers. Then she kissed her—hard, decisive, all attitude. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t crossing any lines either; just a bold, claiming press of lips. She nudged Juliet backward onto the mattress and she stayed standing, looking down at her with a smirk. "Get pretty for me. I'm waiting."

lottie smiled at both girl's words. "as you wish girls, honestly, that's the best plan we have other than the recordings, i'm down"

“You read people well—that’s not something they teach in class.” A small, encouraging smile flickered across her face. “Most law students struggle with theory-to-practice. You don’t.” She leaned back slightly, thoughtful. “If you’re the one asking the questions, people will talk. My role is just to make sure we document it, make the opposite argument cleanly and follow up where it counts.” No pressure. No ego. Just belief. Her gaze held Rebekah’s for a beat longer than necessary, grounded and certain. “You can do this,” Kirby repeated quietly. “And you won’t be doing it alone.” Kirby shifted closer without making a big deal of it, fingers settling naturally on Rebekah’s shoulders as if they’d always belonged there. Her touch was firm and grounding, thumbs pressing slow, reassuring circles into the tension she could feel coiled beneath the fabric. “That’s my girl.” The words weren’t loud or showy—just certain. Proud.

juliet rolled her eyes at kirby’s words. “oh, you think i wish that? so i could hook up with you and not feel obligated to give you time after?” she asked, a smirk on her lips. “you’re lucky you’ve got something that makes you a little different, but you’re still obsessed with me, that’s how you’re just like the others,” she winked at the blonde, that same teasing smirk tugging at her mouth. “you can consider that,” she nodded, smiling. “i’m good with excuses, what can i say,” she shrugged. “are you trying to sell me on the idea of using a strap, colby?” she teased; she wasn’t new to toys, she had a couple in her drawer, and she couldn’t care less about kirby using one. “hobby, superpower, same thing to me,” she nodded, “the result is that you flirt like a pro.” she grinned. “i get free drinks at queer bars, this is just the cheap version,” she mused. juliet rolled her eyes again as her best friend insisted she was the best, and that alone felt like an answer. she pressed the other against the wall, both of them knowing exactly what came next, kirby’s hand already cupping the back of her neck firmly. “oh, i will,” she breathed, her lips crashing against kirby’s in a firm, hot, needy kiss. “don’t fall for me though,” she whispered against her mouth, her hands sliding up to cup kirby’s cheeks so she could kiss her even deeper.

Kirby only smirked when Juliet rolled her eyes at her. She lived for that look. “Please,” she shot back, tilting her head with exaggerated innocence. “You’d love a no-obligation hook-up with me. You’d finally get to crawl into my bed without pretending you’re ‘just tired.’” Juliet accused her of being obsessed, and Kirby let out a scoff that was far too amused to be a denial. “Obsessed? Babe, I’m selective. I just happen to enjoy annoying the hell out of you more than anyone else.” The wink she added after was pure trouble. “And don’t pretend you don’t love the attention.” When Juliet gave her permission to “consider that,” Kirby pressed a hand to her chest dramatically. Juliet teased her about excuses, and Kirby shrugged, leaning in close. “Good excuses turn you on. I’m just playing to the crowd.” The strap comment earned Juliet a slow grin, the kind Kirby only used when she wanted to get under someone’s skin — or into their head. “Am I trying to sell you on it?” she echoed innocently. “Honey, if I wanted to sell you on the idea, you’d already be on your knees thanking me for the demonstration.” Juliet’s comment about Kirby flirting like a pro only made her grin widen. “Superpowers come in many forms,” she purred. “Mine just happens to make you blush.” Before she could even crack another joke, Juliet pressed her against the wall, and Kirby’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively sliding up to cup the back of Juliet’s neck with firm, claiming intent. “God, you’re trouble,” she whispered, moments before Juliet’s mouth crashed into hers. The kiss ignited something instant — hot, messy, and familiar like their friendship, but crossed with everything they pretended they weren’t thinking about. Juliet warned her not to fall. Kirby broke the kiss only long enough to smirk against her lips, her voice low and warm. “Too late." Juliet cupped her cheeks and kissed her even deeper, and Kirby matched her without hesitation — teasing, hungry, and absolutely in over her head in the best possible way. She slipped her hands to Juliet’s waist and gently but confidently steered them a few steps backward — right toward the dorm room they’d just left moments ago. It wasn’t forceful, just playful, the kind of guiding pressure. Kirby smirked, leaning in close enough that her nose nearly brushed Juliet’s, her voice warm with teasing confidence. “Bestie, please,” she murmured, nudging Juliet back another step. “You won’t stop thinking about me after this. You’ve got competition though." Kirby raised an eyebrow, sizing Juliet up with a grin. “Bekah’s real good."

lottie drove with her eyes on the road, glancing at kirby in the backseat every now and then as she spoke, nodding thoughtfully while processing everything the blonde was telling her. “that is a good idea, kirby,” she murmured, brows knitting as she thought it through. “i’ll request that, but… less technologically, i was thinking we could throw a dummy and see how it would’ve happened, so we have a physical demonstration too.” she had spent all night turning this case over in her mind, even torturing monroe with theories, determined to try everything she could. she’d been so deep in thought she barely registered the girls talking until rebekah’s question hit her. “yeah, could work,” she muttered absently before sighing. “they were drunk, and the only one who seemed to have something to say was our client’s girlfriend. apparently our client and the victim were fighting before everything went downhill.”

Kirby leaned back slightly, tapping her fingers against the seat as she outlined her idea, eyes locked on Lottie in the rearview mirror. “Look,” she began, calm and measured, “Rebekah knows how to read people. She knows exactly when someone’s about to fold, when they’re holding back. And she can make them think they’re in control the whole time.” Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk. “That’s why her flirting works. It’s not stupid—it’s methodical. People let their guard down when they’re distracted, when someone’s charming them without them realising it. Rebekah does that naturally. She can get the answers we need without ever looking like she’s asking for them.” Kirby’s eyes narrowed slightly, analytical. “We don’t need her being overt. Just… subtle smiles, teasing questions, light touches—enough to make our target feel like they want to spill everything.” She tapped her chin. “If anyone can get the girlfriend to admit what really happened, it’s Rebekah. She’s precise, patient, and she can turn someone’s own curiosity and attraction against them to get the truth.” Kirby let that sit for a moment, her gaze thoughtful in the mirror. “Flirt smart. Keep it professional enough to be believable. And the second she gets the information, we move. That’s how you win this.”