ellie | ↳ᵗʰᵉʸ/ᶻᵉ

Amongst the deepest part of the woods, where regular mortals of Zaun would’ve been too afraid to visit or step foot into. Rested a lonely figure hunched over an almost unconscious being. They remained unaware of the certain vampire hunter who now crouched and nestled behind a few bushes and trees from a near few feet away.

This person. The one looking on, as if they were the predator stalking their prey was Sevika, one of the most well-known and famed vampire hunters in, possibly the entirety of Zaun. Her family had been hunters of the vamperific kind for generations, so it was only natural that Sevika had managed to become infamous amongst human-kind, as one too. And an incredibly skilled one, at that.

Sevika made it her life's mission to slay as many vampires as she possibly could. And right now, her watchful, calculating gaze, had been set onto you. The one vampire she had never been able to catch. At least, till now, that is.

She watched for a moment from her hidden spot, with piercing sharp eyes that would have sent a chill down your spine if you'd noticed. A plan of sorts, running haphazardly through her mind, as the tips to her fingers hovered over her belt of tools. Stakes of all sorts of shapes and sizes, attached securely in place.

All the while, amidst the middle of the clearing. Drops of crimson fell to the forest floor beneath your feet. Your lips hovered over the neck, which lay clutched between your dainty fingertips as you drank.

You paid no mind to how the liquid stained your lips and fangs a dark red, as it refreshed you momentarily. Draining from your victim’s system, and rushing quickly down your own throat.

And so, because of your preoccupied state, you failed to notice the sounds that surrounded you, focussed on your current meal. Sounds, like that of birds cawing overhead in the starry-lit night sky and the bushes, shrubbery, that rustled nearby.

Not until it was all too late, however. Not until, Sevika had soon struck.

Your grip is forcefully released from the victim, you’d caught moments prior. As you're shoved harshly to the grassy floor beneath your feet. Sevika's tall figure pinned you down. Her legs are straddling your form from above. A medium-sized, wooden stake, one she’d grabbed from her belt, was directly now in your line of sight, ready to impale you at any moment.

You let out a short gasp, at the sudden impact. Surprise quickly overtaking your features.

Who had interrupted your feeding? The question made you wonder for a split second.

You felt your gaze swiftly redirect itself onto who had caught you. Eyes fell onto the prosthetic arm that glued you roughly to the muddied ground, beneath yourself. Gaze tracing temporarily over it, till they reached the person’s face. And as you locked in on the woman’s features, it soon clicked.

Shit. Your eyes widened a smidgen, when you had realised. It was Sevika. You knew how dangerous she was. Quite possibly, every vampire around did, and how safer it was to steer very clear of the deadly woman.

You didn't think, wasn't sure, if there was even a vampire alive who’d managed to avoid being staked, once they’d come in contact with Sevika. She was that gifted, in the art of vampire hunting.

And you’d been lucky enough to avoid even running into her. So, why was it today, that you'd made the mistake of forgetting to check your surroundings? You were terrified.

"Any last words, vampire?" Sevika spat, as she smirked down at you, from her dominant position above. Her stake was still held in her non-prosthetic arm. Her intense glare, silently daring, waiting for you to put up a fight. To attempt to wriggle free.

“I think I'm content with perishing at the hands of someone as attractive as you” You weren't sure where the sudden confidence had come from, as you attempted a shrug from where you lay. The fear is still flooding through your system, which you didn't let show. Blood-coated fangs peeking through your lips, as you spoke.

“What? No escape? You’re not going to try and escape from my grip?” Sevika replied, cocking her head to the side for a moment. You could tell she was a little confused now, even when she tried her hardest to not let it show through.

Most vampires she’d hunted always fought back. They always tried their hardest to wrangle themselves from her grip, and to grab at her neck, to drain her of her blood. They'd never succeeded, and Sevika had made sure of that. As she always finished them all off, quickly and quite effectively. But now—

Why was it that you didn't appear afraid? Why weren't you trying to break free? Why were you—?

“You want me too? You're just going to kill me anyways, why should I make it harder for you?” You shrug once more. It was true. You knew it wouldn't bear well for you; you couldn't overpower Sevika. Of course you couldn't. At least you thought so. She was bigger, taller, and stronger than you.

“I would prefer a bit of a challenge.” Sevika admits, readjusting her grip with her prosthetic arm. She made no move to stake your chest with her other hand quite yet. “Do you not want to live?”

“Really? Am I a little too easy for you?” You ask, curiously, looking into her eyes, which continue to stare down at you. Boring into your figure, as if they were daggers.

Sevika deepened her glare. Even someone with an exterior as cold as hers, she couldn't deny how she was intrigued by you, even if she knew she shouldn't. You were a vampire after all, her sworn enemy, and you always would be. You were testing her patience and it pissed her off.

Why weren't you physically fighting back?

You only shrugged, as best you could, once more. A sly smile appears on your dark red tainted lips. Your eyes continue to bore themselves back into hers. “Well it's not everyday, you're captured by a hot vampire hunter.”

Your previous fear of being caught, had now faded away momentarily, when you found yourself drifting your gaze over her body, that still straddled you from above. Her dark skin, short bobbed hair, and those lips of hers, that all of a sudden looked so kissable in the moment. It makes an unfamiliar fuzzy feeling, become evident in your stomach.

Sevika's facade seemed to crumble and falter, in complete surprise, as she was taken aback at your sudden retort. At how you said that, as if, you weren't being held at stake-point, and on the verge of your very own demise.

“Does all your hunting turn out like this? Or just with me?” You smirk a little at her. Head tilted upwards, to look further into her gaze. You knew she was getting increasingly irritated with you, and each word that forced themselves from your lips.

You wondered internally how long you could push her buttons before she snapped. If she snapped, that is.

Sevika didn’t say anything for a moment, only rolling her eyes. Eyes that you noticed earlier, which had you been in any other predicament besides this. You knew you’d find yourself lost in them.

“You’re pretty talkative, for someone who's about to die” Sevika bites out, shifting and adjusting her weight over you. One of her knees now quickly forcing itself between your thighs, as she held and pinned you to the ground below her. Which you had horrible difficulty to not notice, considering the current circumstances.

You only shrug your shoulders for a moment, your tongue quickly slid over your fangs. Licking off the last remnants of the crimson liquid that still resided there. And once you were done. You allowed a small smirk to appear, as you stared up at her. Your eyes dancing haphazardly across her features, as if you were in sudden thought.

“You know, for a hunter of your highly-skilled calibre. You also seem to be hesitating right now.” You say, as if in a challenging manner. Might as well, aggravate her a little further. You were enjoying how easy she was to mess with.

And just like you had intended, it did frustrate Sevika. When out of the blue, your head is smacking back against the dirt-caked ground below. A wince escapes from your lips, as the impact suddenly slams upon you.

You were really asking for it now. Why wouldn’t you just quit it, before you got ahead of yourself?

“I would quit now, vampire. Or I'll make your death much more painful.” Sevika growls out, frustration interlaced in her tone. One hand still pushing your head further into the dirt. Almost so, that if you turned your head sideways, you would probably consume some.

“Oh, yeah? And how so?” Your smirk still remains, refusing to slip or falter in the slightest. But you're struggling was another story, against the rough, and tight hold of Sevika.

The vampire hunter in question only responded with nothing more than a scowl, as she pushed down on your head. It was infuriating, how you weren’t afraid of her.

“You know what I think, maybe you don't have the guts—” You began—although you didn’t get very far. When a gasp escapes from your throat. As the pressure increases harshly on your neck. Small cracks forming along your skin, at the sudden contact.

Sevika's glare deepened, if possible, as she let no signs show of her stopping the force which still lay upon you. She needed you to shut the fuck up, otherwise she'd snap that neck of yours, right in half. You were so utterly infuriating, with how easy it was to get under her skin. All in a span of a few minutes or so.

“Finish your sentence. I dare you, vampire.” She forced out, the words dropping like venom from her tongue. Eyes never unfocussed from your form. “You seem to be quite confident, or stupid, really. Whatever you pick.”

She ignored, or just didn't notice the closeness of her figure against you. However, it was you who did. It was hard not to, especially when you could feel small strands of her hair tickling the tip of your chin. Sending a small bolt of electricity through your system.

She was only a breath or two of air away, and if she leaned any closer forward, her lips would fall onto yours. Just the thought of such things, made a small knot in your stomach begin to form.

“Hmm? I don’t know.” You shrug from your position, deciding to catch her surprise by the next words you'd speak. “Maybe I quite like you on top of me.”

Sevika's grip loosened, shortly. But not enough to completely let go of your body. Her brows furrowed once more, as she attempted to comprehend what the hell you were saying. Because, what were you playing at?

You didn't hide the fact that you found her attractive, with the way you seductively peered down her muscular figure. Thoughts now suddenly swirling with all the things you wanted to do to her. Sinful, forbidden things you wanted from her. Such things that could be seen as shameful amongst the rest of your kind, which you knew you shouldn’t be thinking.

A vampire, and a hunter? Absolutely not! That was a disaster waiting to happen and you knew it.

“You’re infuriating. Utterly infuriating.” She scowled, regaining her strong composure above you. A silent reminder of how she still held the upper hand. “I could snap your neck right now if I wanted to, and trust me—I would love that.”

You paused for a moment. Then you chuckled, as if she weren't completely dead serious about her threat.

“Then, why haven't you yet?” It humoured you how she had yet to act on such actions, as you still lay beneath her. Faces still only inches apart from each other. “Go on, do it! I dare you.”

You decide to egg her on further, the tauntings becoming like a second nature to you in these past few minutes or so. You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed since she’d first caught you in the midst of that clearing. You’d both been too absorbed in your heated flirting conversation, to have even noticed how much had gone by.

Sevika growled. Her breath came out rapidly, as if she were holding herself back from doing something regretful. Meanwhile your earlier smirk came back into fruition. At the sight of her expression. What was she thinking? It made you curious, as you lay below her still.

Silence. It soon followed. As she nor you moved, like you were frozen in your position. As if time had suddenly come to a halt in that clearing around you. Your gaze locked intensely on nothing else except Sevika.

Then—just as quick as the silence began. It broke. Time itself also sped up once more, as she moved, leaving her own bubble of thoughts. And you moved, pushing your head up closer to her, till your lips fell onto hers. You encaptured her in a heated kiss.

She lay stunned, for a moment, but it didn’t last long. Before she was returning your movements. Lips tingling, she gave into the tension that had been building up in the last hour or so—she still wasn’t sure how long it’d truly been.

You felt her grip loosen on you with her stake, so you deepened the kiss. It becomes heated fast, as she’s pushing you further(if possible) into the grass. Calloused fingertips sliding down the tunic you wore.

You let out a breathy moan, as her fingers slipped underneath and ran along your stomach. Sending that fuzzy feeling to increase ten-fold. At each touch of her, cold from the nightly breeze that ran through.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. The way a vampire hunter such as herself was slowly bringing down her guard, as she had her way with you. A vampire. But, no matter how much you knew you shouldn’t have started this. You couldn’t seem to care either.

“I—hate that I want you.” Sevika said amongst your lips. Her fingers are still running circles over your soft skin. You knew how she felt. You felt the exact same way. You hated how much she was turning you on, in so little time of knowing her. So you nodded, amidst the kiss. “I hate it—But I want you. Like I’ve never wanted someone before.”

She sighed once more, pulling back from the kiss for a moment. Leaning back carefully, so you could sit up. What would the other hunters back home think? If they knew, she’d kissed you. They’d throw her to the curve, send her packing most likely. Fraternising with the enemy was a huge disgrace, and was against everything she stood for. But why was she even letting her own guard down, to entertain whatever this was with you.

You forced yourself not to frown as her lips left yours, already missing the feeling of them being on yours.

“Let me prove how much I want you—because I too hate this goddamn feeling” The words escaped you suddenly. Almost, taking you by surprise. As you sat up, watching her. Observing her features. “Nobody would have to know. No hunters. No vampires. It’d be our secret. Stay between us two.”

Sevika looked towards your face, her fingers twitched at her belt of tools. Hovering over the many different weapons she held. She watched your fangs peek through your lips, the ones she’d just kissed. Why wasn’t she doing it? Why was she hesitating now? It never bothered her before. All those other vampires she'd slaughtered, it was easy. But you—there was something about you that had her halting in her tracks now. Some unwanted tension in the pit of her stomach, that she couldn’t ignore.

So, she didn’t. She did something she’d regret. The second regretful thing of the night, between the both of you. She leaned forwards, and smashed her lips back against yours, feverishly, after all. There was nobody out here. In the forest at this time of night now. Nobody else would witness a vampire and a vampire hunter crossing forbidden territory.

Like you said before. This would be your little secret. It would not leave either of you. And if it does, then so be it. Ostracise her.

He grabbed you by the chin. Pulled you closer, as his dark eyes bore straight into yours. They were clouded with an unfamiliar feeling to him—was it love?  Perhaps, so he and you chose to believe. His stare was intense, as he watched you.

He then leaned forward, Isaac tilting his head downwards slightly. A few stray dark curls falling in his face, as he abruptly pushed himself to kiss you. This was new territory for him, this longing, ache that came to his chest whenever he was in your proximity. That he thought would never be more than a faraway fantasy.

He never thought that he'd ever give in to the temptation, of wanting someone as much as you. But in you came, falling directly into his world. With nothing but smiles, and laughs one day. There was tension, and there probably always had been. Not a single person was oblivious, except perhaps him. Morticia did, Gomez did, even his sister, Franciose did, hell everybody did.

No more sound lingered in that room other than the ticking of his mechanical heart, and both your own short breaths—bated as he held you there. In place, as he fought with the millions of thoughts inside his head.

He kissed you lightly at first, before it deepened. And he gently directed you backwards, before your back hit the stone wall behind your figure. It was like all of that built-up tension, of passing glances, whispers murmured underneath breaths, lingering stares.

It all came to a halt, when you cornered him in his lab in Iago Tower that day. Nothing but determination was displayed in those features of yours, that Isaac had unwillingly found himself loving.

You'd clearly grown sick of the unsaid things between you, these last couple of months. Finding yourself in need of bringing all that to slow down, which you had confronted him.

The kisses became more feverish, rushed, hurried. His lips are trailing down your neck. Your hands in quiet retaliation, wandered. Through his curls, they tugged and pulled at each strand. Panting, desperation filled the room as two friends—now lovers became one in that moment. Desperate to minimise the amount of space between your bodies as much as possible.

It was simply a long time coming, and Isaac Night just could not seem to find himself to ever regret this moment. He was utterly and irrevocably obsessed. With you, and everything you did. You brought him peace, and you cared.

You saw behind the person he appeared to be. You saw him.  And he saw you, through your own flaws and imperfections.

But holy shit, why did it have to be you with the crush? That wanted to be more. That you wanted to be the one she looked at, as if you had hung the stars. As if you were the centre of the universe, and like she thought you to be her everything.

SECOND TIME

Breathe in, breathe out. You told yourself, closing your eyes for a brief moment before reopening them. It was only Hazel. Your best friend. Why were you so nervous suddenly? You were only headed to watch a movie with her at the cinema. Because that is what friends did.

Finally, you shook your head to rid yourself of your overbearing thoughts of Hazel’s obliviousness, and you moved. You climbed out of your car and shut the door behind you suddenly. Then you turned and took a long yet brief moment to look at the cinema building before you.

You could do this, just pretend like everything is fine. Pretend like you weren't annoyed with her, annoyed with how she never takes a hint. I mean, if you hadn't spoken up for it a few days ago. Then you’d probably be here meeting both PJ and Josie also. It could have been worse.

You picked up your stride and wandered across the large parking lot and towards the front entrance. Pushing against the door handle to allow yourself to access inside.

Eyes now darted across the interior, accompanied by the sudden strong scent of popcorn to overcome your every sense. Then you spotted her, Hazel, standing a little way over from you.

Her back was turned from yours, so she hadn’t spotted you coming in quite yet. She looked to be contemplating something, glancing up at the menu near the theatre ticket booth and concession stand.

You took another breath and shuffled over to her. Reaching up, you tapped her shoulder, which caught her attention, and allowed the brunette to spin back to see you. A small smile managed to clamber onto your features as you met Hazel’s eyes.

“What are you hoping for, Haze?” You ask, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans. Your voice came out as normal and as calm as you could get it to go.

You watched, as she only shrugged her shoulders for a moment before speaking. Voice as melodic as it always sounded when it hit your ears. My god, you were so in love.

“Probably, just popcorn and a drink, you?” Hazel smiles once more. That one smile that you wished she'd only ever use for you, and only you.

You only shake your head, muttering something like ‘I’m good, I'm not that hungry’. Which wasn't a total lie. You had just eaten an hour or so before you went.

You soon watched as she eventually ordered and received her own snacks. A large popcorn and soda. Then off, you both went, turning on both your heels as you left the concessions stand, and headed back through the hallway.

Till you reached the cinema room you'd been assigned with your tickets, and headed in to find your seats.

Your hands were clammy, and you wiped them on your denim shorts. Most likely from the nerves that always seem to accompany you whenever you sit or stand in the proximity of Hazel.

You can do this. You told yourself mentally, eyes discreetly looking over the girl who was now seated right by you. Her own gaze was too preoccupied with the popcorn sitting atop her lap.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be the day she finally figures out your feelings. It could be a long shot, but you had hope that today she would not be so oblivious.

“You sure you don't want any?” Hazel suddenly piped up, shaking the popcorn box a little towards you. A few stray kernels falling from it and into the cracks between your guys' seats. “I feel bad that you didn't get anything before.”

You turned your head, hesitating for a brief moment before you shook your head. A small false smile is plastered on your features. “No. I’m fine, really, you enjoy it.”

Hazel nods slowly, choosing not to press you any further, and she settles the box neatly on her lap. Her fingers carefully reach in and grab a small handful of the buttery snack.

It was very shortly after that the chatter around you began to decrease as the ads signalling the movie would start soon began playing. And both your eyes glued themselves straight to the large cinema screen at the front of the room.

A million thoughts swarmed your brain. Biting your lip, as you attempted to focus on the screen, and wait for the starting scene of the movie you came to see.

Then, after another minute or so.

“Hazel.” The name dropped from your lips, quicker than you could stop it from doing so. It almost surprised you.

Hazel looks up once more and cranes her neck toward you. Eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion, as she wonders what you wanted to say.

“Um—if you had a crush on someone, how would you go about telling them?” You didn't know what came over you to ask, but you did. When you wait for an answer, you nervously stare the girl down.

She looked at you, like she was debating an answer for a moment. You could see she was curious as to what brought this on so suddenly.

Then, once more, after a beat of silence, she spoke.

“I don't know, you like someone? Don't you?” Her words came, spilling out. You watched as she lifted her drink's straw to her lips, and she took a couple of sips.

“Wait. Don't tell me! Is it PJ? You always get embarrassed around her!”

You froze in your seat. Of fucking course. She thinks you like PJ, of all fucking people at the school. Like, yes, you got embarrassed. But whenever you were around both her and Josie, Hazel was always with you. So your embarrassing pining always came around Hazel, not your other two friends.

“No! Uh—No it's not her—it's—” You almost yelled out, defensively, luckily managing to catch yourself. Before you disturbed the other cinemagoers around you.

Nevermind. She's still obviously oblivious. You thought bitterly, a small sigh coming out accidentally.

“You know what—just forget it—what I asked.” You decided, and turned back to the large screen, unintentionally sliding down a little in your seat. It was only then, you noticed the movie had just started now.

Hazel wanted to say more, questioning you a little further about your possible crush. But actively chose to move on and tune into the movie herself. When she noticed you wanted to forget this conversation.

“Please don't leave me...” 

The words were a whisper almost, escaping your lips before you could even stop them. The sound of Sevika's heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear from where you lay beside her. Eyes dancing over her chiselled back through her almost see-through, white top.  

You didn't expect her to answer your small quiet pleas. The worries that had been troubling you for the past few weeks now. Each harsh thought, each damned negative thing, which always had you spiralling inside. 

They ran round, and round. Left you wanting nothing more to succumb to the insanity that it had you on the constant brink of, every day.

The covers which were lay draped over you, had soon begun to shift. The movements caused your gaze to watch, as Sevika twisted herself around. Till her brown eyes locked onto yours, confusion evident in her features as she stared down at you. 

“Did you say something?” She asked, eyes boring into you. She could have sworn you had. Either that, or she was imagining the pleads, mumbled underneath your breath, whispers of when you assumed she'd been asleep. 

You tried to not show how your eyes had widened, the teensiest bit. But it was a struggle, with how she was looking down at you right now. She couldn't have heard. You denied. 

Did she? Was she ever asleep? You weren't too sure now. As you hadn't meant to spill your anxious troubles to her, in your tired state. Yet, something about doing so had just felt….right, in the moment

Nevertheless, you shook your head. Though, almost too quickly for your liking, in response to her question. Denying the previous murmurings you'd managed only moments prior, behind her back. 

She hummed, her gaze squinting gently, as she observed you for a moment. Her eyes were calculating as she peered into you. Seeing if maybe you'd say something again, confirm to her, confused thoughts. Cause she did swear, you had said something. She was not crazy. Not even a little bit. 

Yet, then she nodded. And you took that as a good sign, that she wouldn't question you further, bombard you with anything more. You didn't know how'd you explain if she had. She turned back round, and you assumed she was to be falling back asleep right about now from her actions.

“Right… and no, I don't plan on leaving you anytime soon. So you don't need to worry.” Was what she finally spoke up, her voice and the briefest hint of hesitation, but it disappeared soon after when she finished. Your eyes back to staring into her back, as the words she'd said, registered inside your brain after a moment. 

You couldn't help but have your lips curl into a small smile, somewhat happy at the brief reassurance offered with her words. That helped calm your racing mind, just for a while. Your eyes now flutter shut, as you drift off into sleep, for the remainder of the night. 

Unaware, that by morning. 

All those anxious words of negativity and worry would come rushing back. To replace the previous calmness you'd temporarily felt. As you wake from your slumber, to spot that the bed beside you would be empty. 

Empty, and cold. With a lasting scent of the woman, you'd come to love so dearly, lingering upon the pillow she’d once used. 

Please don't.

Was it that she lied? When she said she wouldn't. You weren't sure. But, for a moment, no matter how small it may have been. You thought her response could have possibly been the truth. And so that's what you chose to believe. 

You weren't exactly sure why you agreed to meet up again. You were Mel's best friend, and this was indeed her mother that you were seeing. You shouldn't be sneaking around behind her back like this. Most likely, you would be betraying her trust by hooking up with the elder Medarda woman.

However, perhaps, it could have been the thrill of this whole thing, or the risk of being caught that drew you in, further and further towards the clutches of Ambessa. But whatever the reason may be, you couldn't seem to have cared at this moment.

Your feet halted outside Ambessa's private bathroom door, and you braced yourself to knock onto the door before you. Then you reached out one hand, closing it to a fist as you made a few taps amongst the mahogany wood of the grand door.

It was just as your stomach was doing its usual flips and somersaults inside, twisting and turning into knots, from the familiar nervousness you experienced. That you heard the familiar stern voice of Ambessa Medarda, answering, with nothing more than a short ‘come in.’

You took a deep breath in, to calm your raging nerves inside, and pushed the door inwards, stepping inside the grand and quite luxurious wash room. Fixed with a giant tub in the middle of the room. This tub, which currently sat rested against the back of it, was Ambessa, in all her glory. A chalice of what seemed to be red wine, nestled between her fingertips.

Her gaze landed on you, a small smirk appearing onto her darker complexion as she spotted you entering. Eyes observing your body subtly as you shut the door behind yourself and start to carry yourself towards where she sat.

“Join me.” She spoke clearly, cutting right to the point of the secret meeting; it was more an order than a question. Something that you knew you didn't exactly have a say in, whatsoever ever, yet didn't seem to mind either. “I want you to strip for me, slowly, so I can admire what's mine.”

You nodded, and when you stood now on the opposite side of the tub, in perfect sight of Ambessa herself. Your hands grabbed at the hem of your shirt, and slowly pulled it from over your head. Now, showing off your full chest to her.

Ambessa nodded to more herself than you, letting out a hum of acknowledgement, and she gestured for you to rid yourself of your bottoms. Which you obliged, with another nod of your own. Grabbing at the waistband of your pants and sliding them down your legs before kicking them off to the side.

The nerves inside your stomach, now fading momentarily and replacing itself with the thrill of what tonight was to contain ahead. Your eyes are watching Ambessa as you wait for her next move. Fingers dancing across the thin strap of the panties, to your dark red lingerie set. One which Ambessa had specifically told you to wear, the last rendezvous you'd participated in with each other.

Ambessa shakes her head and gestures for you to come closer to her. Eyes admiring how you looked in the lingerie when you followed her directions. Her smirk still has not faded quite yet, as she spotted you now stood just to the side of her, from outside the bathtub.

She watches you for a moment before a clink can be heard as she places her chalice down on the table to the other side of her body. Her body shifted then, to face you better, from where you now stand. The bubbles around her naked form, moving a little, to give you a view of her own boobs from underneath the soapy water.

You watch with quiet anticipation, as she drags her finger over your body before it lands now just above your panties, that you still had yet to remove. She takes a moment to look up at you, staring at you for any signs of apprehension or denial of her advances. But to her luck, you don't. Instead, you only nod in consent.

And so, Ambessa slides her finger into your panties, hooking it underneath and dragging it. Her smirk widened in what seemed to be satisfaction, at how damp she had felt the fabric was, as she pulled them down your legs.

“You know, I do not want you flirting with those guards anymore.” She speaks, running her finger along the outside of your exposed cunt now. Sending a shiver down your spine at the action, which she doesn't notice, or she chooses to ignore. “When we agreed to these meetings, I thought you knew to only find pleasure with me.”

You shake your head, confusion appearing temporarily in your brow, as you bite at your bottom lip. Thinking back to earlier that moment, and all the flirting you'd done with that one guard out front. How gorgeous you had believed them to be.

The words tumbling from your mouth before you could stop any of them. “I wasn't aware that I couldn't see anybody else—isn't the point that this is secret?”

Ambessa chuckled, dryly, but nodded. And dragged her finger up and around your body once more. Sometimes, you hated how you loved the touch of her against your skin, even when you knew you should. Her touch, a silent emphasis for her next words, she'd very clearly speak.

“Yes, but this body of yours…Is mine to pleasure. Nobody else's. Isn't that right?” She asks, tilting her head carefully to look at you still. “Do you think you can prove to me you're aware of this?”

You only nod. It's all you can manage right now.

“Good, show me. Prove to me that you're mine to pleasure however I want.” She nods and removes her own finger from your body, sitting back against the wall of the tub once more. Her eyes stay glued to your figure as you hesitate for a moment. Nevertheless, you nod and agree.

You slowly take your finger and bring it down to your wet cunt, and drag it carefully through your folds. A gasp escaping your lips at the movement, as you push it further inside yourself.

Ambessa nods again with satisfaction and gestures for you to add a second finger from where she is still sitting. Watching as you begin to pleasure yourself for her. To prove yourself to her.

And so you do. You add a second finger, and it elicits another gasp from your already parted lips. Dragging both fingers along the inside of your walls, sending pleasure through your system as you go.

“Good. Now, faster. Do not stop, not until I tell you, too.” She praises, with her tone stern as she speaks to you. Her voice is edging you onwards. Which cues you to follow through, and continue on with each repetitive movement.

You clench your legs together tightly, as you pump your fingers in and out from your tight, sopping cunt. Gasps and groans of pure pleasure spilling out, as you go. Each harsh thrust of your own fingers, moving faster as it goes in and out, than the last.

Ambessa still remains satisfied, watching on as you pleasure yourself in front of herself. And she smirks once more, at the way your fingers are nestled deep inside of your cunt, from where you still stand. The panting and the groans which come from you, sound like music to her ears, and it makes her own cunt wet in retaliation. Pure desire and lust threaded into her expressions.

“Faster.” It's short, and it's again another order. Ambessa isn't asking, and you know she isn't.

This time, though, as she watches you attempt to thrust your fingers at a quicker pace. Ambessa is inserting her own fingers, to her own cunt. Thrusting them in alongside you, getting off to the very sound of your own pretty noises.

But then, you halt your movements, your fingers remove themselves from your pussy. Sticky with the juices from inside, as you look up at Ambessa. This in turn, caught the very attention of the older woman, who now halts in her own movements.

“I didn't tell you to stop.” She scolds you, as if she had been scolding that of a misbehaving child. “Get in my lap.”

You shake your head and mumble out a few apologies towards her. Yet, you do as she asks and climb down into the soapy water of the bathtub. The water splashes against your bottom half as you move into position, and you lower yourself down onto her bare lap.

As you sit, you notice how you're able to feel Ambessa's bare breasts, slick with water from the bubble bath, poking into your back as she leans into you further. Her head tilts down towards your ear, grey curls tickling at the back of your neck, as she does so.

“It is clear, you think you need to be punished.” She scolds once more. “So, keep your whines and groans quiet, we wouldn't want to draw attention to these meetings, remember.”

You nod as you feel Ambessa stretch one muscular arm around your shoulders and to your lap. No, you agreed silently. You were quite sure that if anyone, especially Mel, found out about your secret lustful escapades, with her own mother. She'd certainly hate you, that'd be sure. Or at least, you believed that your very best friend would.

Ambessa circles your clit, with her thumb now, bringing another shiver down your spine. One that the woman behind you, could probably feel.

Then, you gasp as her finger slides into your wet cunt, yet doesn't even stop for a moment to check if you're okay. As she's already inserted a second finger harshly in, as well. Which allows another gasp to escape from your lips.

“You are going to sit there, take my fingers like a good girl, quietly.” She whispers again into your ear. You wouldn't even put it past her, for the next words she speaks, to become reality. You knew she probably wasn't bluffing. “Or maybe these little meetings may have to end. You wouldn't like that, would you?”

You shake your head hurriedly and clamp your mouth shut with your teeth to stop any future moans from coming out. Right as Ambessa nods, then she’s speeding up her fingers.

The squelching of Ambessa’s fingers nestled in your tight cunt is evident, and the only sounds that could be heard inside that bathroom right now. Which were slightly muffled, by the bubbles and water which covered both your lower halves.

It takes every fibre of your being to not let slip out any noise, as her fingers work absolute magic on your aching, throbbing pussy. Each groan stays trapped behind the biting of your lip, muffled from anything outside.

Faster. Her fingers go faster. Thrusting in, and out, through the entrance of your cunt.

The coil in your stomach is tightening, as Ambessa thrusts her fingers deeper and further. Smirking at your feeble attempts to suppress each of your groans and whining. She felt like chuckling at how much you were struggling to stay quiet, with the way you were writhing in her lap. Yet she doesn't, and focusses back in on her fingers, which are still repeatedly pumping in and out from your tight hole.

“You're taking these fingers so well. Taking me so well” She praises, before slipping a third finger inside you, and thrusting faster now.

You nod, shakily, still fighting to hold back your groans from slipping out from your lips. When each thrust of Ambessa becomes infinitely faster than the ones before it. God, you were so damn close. You were so close.

The coil tightened further in your stomach. Ambessa’s fingers didn't lessen their pace in your cunt. Neither did it become any easier for you to hold back the lude noises that you wished you could let roam free for your system.

Faster.

Faster.

And faster again, if possible, was how Ambessa’s fingers went. Thrusting at an almost inhumane speed inside your throbbing pussy. Edging you close and closer to your limit, to your climax.

You're panting now. Unknowingly releasing your hold onto your lip, as the sensations happening inside of you continue on. The thrusts, the pounding, the tightening in your stomach. It all becomes too much, and you don't think, when each groan you'd previously been suppressing back, finally lets loose.

All a result of Ambessa who's still working her fingers harshly against the walls of your aching pussy. Sending you further chasing after your own high. You were sure that soon you'd reach it, with the pace that Ambessa keeps up with.

It was all almost enough to make you miss the knocking, which was coming from outside the bathroom door. Almost. And with the next thing you know, you've frozen. Right on Ambessa’s lap. So whoever was out there, I'd they entered, could definitely see exactly what you're both doing.

You were quite literally screwed.

You groaned, and your breathing comes out in short, breathy moans. Legs shaking, almost uncontrollably at the contact your girlfriend, Sevika made between your very thighs. 

The dark-skinned woman, lapped up at the juices surrounding your pussy from below, her tongue swirling around your clit. Savouring each and every taste that she got from you. She eats at your soaking wet cunt, as if she's not eaten in weeks, as if she’s starved of food. 

“Sev!” It slips from your lips in a strangled whine. 

“Sev!” Again. It comes out louder this time, and with each call, it sounds like pure music to Sevika’s ears. Which only furthers her work on your lower half. 

You soon allow your head to fall back against the covers of your guys’ shared bed, eyes roll to the back of your head at the wonderful sensation. Pure bliss has overtaken every sense of your body. 

You always knew how well, how good she was at pleasing you. At making you cum, with whatever she did when with you. At making you scream, and yell her name.

It was the way her fingers stretched open your pussy further with each digit that would get inserted inside. The way they pumped in between your wet folds haphazardly keeping at a fast and almost-steady pace. No means, or plans of stopping anytime soon. 

Your hands entwined themselves between the dark hair strands of her hair, pulling at a clump of it. The coil inside your stomach strengthens and tightens further, rapidly bringing you much closer to your climax, with every lick of her tongue dancing over your folds. 

You gasp. 

You groan. 

Your pants are hurried, as Sevika clutches at your thighs from where she is kneeling between them. The tips of her fingers kneading at the pudginess of them, in almost harsh but soothing motions.  Her tongue. It slides in, and it slides out. Rubbing against the walls of your sensitive cunt. And it feels amazing. 

Oh, it feels amazing. 

Sevika pulls back for a moment. Eyes scanning up to you above her, and she stares your form down. The dazed look in your features as you clench your legs together with every feeling she brings down upon you. 

“Doing so good for me, baby, you're doing so well.” She praises you, and you attempt at a nod because that's all you can think to do rationally right now. When she has you in this headspace. In subspace. 

“Sev…keep..” You manage to squeak out, desperate, almost pleading. You weren't done. Of course you weren't. The coil inside was still at large. You hadn't cum, not yet, but yet you were close. Very close to doing so.

Sevika let out a hum in acknowledgement, before she's moving a single finger to your sopping wet cunt again. It begins circling the sensitive area, teasing, and teasing. 

“You close, baby?” She asks, keeping at the teasing, her finger repeats its earlier movements. Poking at the opening of your cunt, but not yet entering. “How close?” 

You only whine at the feeling of her fingers. Your legs clench as you still feel it inside your stomach. Your breath hitching a touch, wanting her. No, you need her further. 

“Al—almost…need…Sev!” You let out, whining, and attempt to buck and subtly move your hips. You needed as much friction as you possibly could get, so you could finish. 

Your attempts, however, are halted as you feel a new squeeze on one thigh. Sevika’s prosthetic arm, gripping tighter, forcing you to stop whatever movement you'd previously had going on. It was apparent to you that she wasn't going to let you cum that easily. 

Sevika shakes her head, giving the same thigh one more squeeze, before she speaks: 

“No, not yet, baby, I want you to beg for it.” The corners of her lips tilt into a small smirk, and she traces her finger again over your pussy. “Why should I let you cum? Hmm?” 

You knew Sevika wasn't going to let up on the teasing anytime soon. Which annoyed you, and it was evident on your features that it did. Something that only made her smirk deepen at the knowledge that she was getting to you.

She had you right in the palm of her hand, and she was enjoying seeing you writhe and struggle helplessly under her touch. It was only a matter of time before you gave in, and you begged for that release. Pleaded for her to stop her teasing and shove her finger inside your folds once more till you came.

“Perhaps, I should just leave you here, on the verge…waiting for that moment to finally cum.” She almost-whispers to you, through her deepened smirk. Her finger still hadn't halted with its teasing movements over your pussy. “Would you like that, baby?” 

You shake your head rapidly, another whine, slipping through your lips. No, you didn't want that. Of course you didn't. That was, hell, this was already torture.

“No, pl—please, Sev.” You plead, your words coming out in whines. As you bring your head back from where it lay and stare at her. 

Sevika doesn't say anything. She only keeps her smirk. Rubbing faster at the outside of your pussy. Her intention, to see how far she can push you. How long till you're a babbling mess under her, practically putty, begging for that sweet sensation of release you crave. 

And she does. She keeps at her movements. Finger dancing across your cunt. Eyes staring into you, with that stupid smirk, you're starting to hate on her. Waiting, and waiting. 

“Please! Sev! I need—I'm so—” You choke out, feeling tears now prickling at the back of your eyelids. The torturous rubbing of her against you, it brings you into a frenzy of hurried gasps, pleads, and whines. 

You're desperate. So desperate. It was infuriating how much she was dragging this on and refusing to let you come. 

So you beg, you beg, and you beg again. Tears slip from your eyes and fall down your cheeks. Turning you into an absolute fool for her, waiting on her to let you cum finally. 

Sevika only states at you for a moment, as if calculating something, leaving a sudden silence lingering in the air. Well, besides the sobbing and whines escaping your lips.

“Alright then, baby, you want to come? Do you?” She says, cutting through that prior silence. Her finger now halts before it slips carefully inside your tight hole. 

Through your tears, you let out a groan, and it's loud, with the sudden entrance. But you’re stopped when you feel Sevika adding in a second finger right after. 

“Then I'll let you come. Come for me.” She says once more and thrusts her fingers inside you. Rubbing up the sides of your wet cunt. Tightening that coil up inside of your stomach, with each rabid thrust. 

And she picks up her pace, with each gasp of her name that exits from your lips. Your legs begin to shake aggressively from the pleasure of her inside you, as each movement continues to bring you further towards the edge. 

Almost there. 

You were almost there. 

Sevika's two fingers are aggressively pounding into your soaking cunt. Determination in her gaze, as she stares at you, in order to bring you to finish. 

Then it happens. 

With one final thrust of her fingers, you feel yourself letting go. Your legs shake uncontrollably once more, as you release. You groan, and you groan. 

Your head falls back upon the bed, behind you. The climax you so craved, it's finally here. And it feels so good, when it washes over your entire being, and spills from your wet cunt, straight over Sevika's fingers still inside you, when it exits and sprays onto the sheets below you. 

It soaks through the fabric, as the after effects of hitting your limit leaves you panting and breathless. 

The crowd in The Last Drop bar was rowdy and quite loud that night, like it always seemed to be. It was filled with all the regular customers, either playing cards, dancing, or drinking as much alcohol as they could possibly get their hands on. 

One of these regulars was Sevika, who sat further towards the back, in her usual booth, alongside a couple of others. A cigarillo nestled neatly between her dark lips, blowing out a bit of smoke, as she scanned the table of her opponents before her. 

You felt a brief squeeze on your thigh for a moment, from where you sat prettily and patiently on Sevika's lap. You bore no underwear, as Sevika's strap nestled deep in your cunt, as you sat there.

Your thighs clenching together at the way your walls folded around the rubber. The only thing that covered your bare bottom half was the short and thinly strapped dress you wore. 

“Be a good girl, sit there, and warm daddy's cock.” She whispers in your ear momentarily, right when she leaned forward to play another card. “You need to be quiet.”

You only nod silently. Despite the warmth that continued to spread between your legs. Having to bite your lip carefully in order to suppress a whine from slipping out. You knew you had to be quiet now.

You knew you had to be, or otherwise you'd let all other attendees at the bar know what was happening. Something which you didn't want, not in the slightest. 

You continued to try and be quiet, staying as still as possible on her lap. The strap stretches your pussy greatly. But it was beginning to get difficult, from how much you itched to ride her thigh. Gain more friction against your bare lower half. 

You mentally curse yourself. Why did you have to suggest doing this while she was playing cards? Why couldn't you keep your damn mouth shut and just stick to the regular kinks and stuff in private. You were really regretting bringing up your wish to try it. 

“Sev...please” you whisper, but it comes out more like a whine. As you begin to shift your position on her lap, in an attempt to feel her more. You needed it. You needed more.

Sevika’s regular arm reaches down to your nearest thigh and clutches at the pudginess of it. Tightly wrapping her long fingers around it, almost enough to leave a mark. Then she leans back down, beside your ear, and whispers into it once more. 

“Nuh, uh, stay quiet. This was your idea. No moving.” The words came out sternly, from her lips. As if testing you, testing to see if you’d listen to her again.

Her eyes were calculating, fierce, and daring as they bore onto you before she focused on the card game that still happened before her. The others who played remained none-the-wiser to you both. 

“B-but—” You start, shifting again on her lap. The feeling of her cock inside you, was overbearing. You itched to feel it stretch you further.

You were silenced once more when another sharp squeeze, tighter now, was felt on your thigh. As if a warning, from Sevika, to behave or you'd regret it soon. You bite back another whine from escaping your lips as you sit there. 

Another minute or so passed by quickly, and your own neediness was growing increasingly stronger. Your legs clench tighter together as you shift on her lap. Slowly, you found yourself rubbing against Sevika's clothed thigh, shifting so that her cock inside you would rub further up against your walls.

With your teeth proceeding to gnaw at your bottom lip in an attempt to not be loud or let everyone know your pleasure. You slowly went a little further, feeling the strap inside you more and more, with each movement you made.

Sevika had noticed.

“What do you think you're doing?” Sevika growls out into your ear. Both her hands suddenly make their way to your hips tightly. Which halted your movements on her thigh. It was evident with how she sounded to you that she was getting irritated. “Did I say you could move?”

You shook your head slowly. When she gripped at your hips. You didn't release your hold on your lip. 

“Then, why did you?” Sevika growls out, again into your ear. Scolding you for going against her orders. Her grip on your clothed hips is getting tighter. It's almost tight enough to leave red markings. 

“‘M sorry.” You apologise quietly, almost inaudible to her ears. But Sevika heard, and next thing you knew.

She’s standing from her spot at the table, lifting you with her so that your legs wrap around her waist, and she’s carrying you with strong arms towards the nearest room in the tavern. 

The door was kicked shut with a slam, by one of her feet. As she’s shoving you onto the nearest surface, a desk inside. Her strap is still buried deep inside you.

“Is this what you want? Brat. Are you so needy for my cock, that you can't be patient and wait till I'm done.” She spits, irritated.

Her hips thrust as she begins to pound into you with the strap. Her thrusts come out aggressive and harsh. Almost taking you by surprise at how fast she’s going. 

You manage to groan out at the pace she’s going. Of the sounds of her cock pounding in and out of your tight cunt. A coil tightening up inside of your stomach, as you slowly go towards your limit.

“I should very well not let you cum, when you're being so bratty, and not listening to my orders.” She spits again, thrusting inside you again and again. Not giving you a chance to take a breath, with how rapid her cock slides in and out of you.

“Sev…”  You start, whining. The continuous sounds of squelching filling the room you two sit in, when the rubber of the strap slides through the wet folds of your pussy. 

With each intense and fast-paced pound of her strap into you. You can feel yourself so close to reaching your limit, and the more you get closer, you groan and whine. 

“Gonna come around my cock brat?” She asks, her aggressive thrusts not slowing inside you. Eyes piercing as she glares and intensely watches your face, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at each rapid thrust. 

You only nod, gasping, at the feeling of her inside your clenched, and wet pussy. Feeling each time the cock slides inside of your tight hole, you come closer and closer towards your limit. 

Eventually, after another couple minutes or so, you do reach it. Your back arching further against the desk, with your legs wrapping tighter around Sevika's waist, with each thrust she continues to pound into your cunt. 

Your whines and groans are coming out just a little bit louder as you find yourself riding your high throughout. Sevika's thrusts begin to slow down now, until you’ve finished your high.

“You learn your lesson now, or do I need to punish you more?” Sevika lets out, her cock now just sitting inside your cunt, no longer pounding harshly into you. Her eyes locking onto the fucked out and dazed expression, that she can tell now resides onto your features.

You nod your head, tiredly. Resting your head back against the wood of the desk beneath you. Maybe you had, maybe you hadn't learned your lesson. But if it gets you fucked like that by her, then you think you'd probably like to be a brat more often. 

Your shoes skidded to a halt against the asphalt of the driveway, eyes scanning your surroundings of the yard. They then fell upon the two-story home that sat just before you, and you locked in on the sight you saw through one of the living room windows.

You choked out a sob, hands shaking, as you felt your heart ache helplessly inside your chest. The feeling of heartbreak was a new sensation for you, but you hated it. You hated it so much. Hell, you hated him. You hated him for stringing you along these past few months. 

The heated kisses that lasted a little too long. The shy, longing glances at each other from across the room when you thought nobody was looking. And the lingering touches that made your stomach fill itself with constant butterflies. All those small moments that you had shared with each other, the little things that you wished would soon become more. Become something that wasn't casual. 

All your hopes and dreams. It led to this very moment in time. The very scaffolding of a relationship that you wished could've been, crashing and burning right in front of your eyes. The tears fell freely down the sides of your cheeks, losing your grip on holding them back. 

All as you watched as the unmistakable blonde head of hair, that you knew to be Rafe Cameron, kissed somebody who wasn't you. Some more attractive person that you thought you could never compare to. They didn't know how good they had it right now, believing in all the possibilities and hopes that could turn into something. 

They didn't know, as his lips kissed theirs. The same lips that had kissed yours, thousands of times before in secrecy, and behind closed doors. With nothing but the clothes on your backs that separated you in the animosity of the heatedness of the moment. 

They didn't know that just as soon as it started, it would soon end. The casual glances, moans of pure desire, and consenting kisses shared would soon all stop. As Rafe soon moves on to another, any other person he can sink his hands into and locks his sights on. They were his current prey, but they for sure wouldn't be the last either. 

It was a cycle. A constant cycle of hooking up with whoever would be dumb enough to fall underneath Rafe Cameron’s spell. It was never meant to be anything more than casual, and you were so stupid for thinking it could have been anything else. 

You forced your eyes to retreat their gaze from the two figures inside, the tears refusing to subside and choking back more sobs that threatened to escape. You turned onto your heel and made your way back down the way you'd come. The ground crunching underneath your feet as you left. The sadness and heartbreak leave a bitter taste in your mouth as you wipe away the rushing tears. 

All thoughts rushing rapidly around your brain, yet throughout them all. There was one very prominent one. One that was louder than the rest, and you hate yourself for not believing it before. As that was all it would be.

Was it casual? 

Yes

Yes, it was. 

FIRST TIME:

You could feel your breath hitch in your throat as you stopped in your tracks. Your eyes danced over the crowded school hallways, and right onto the girl you were so desperate to see.

Hazel Callahan.

Who you had been crushing on for the past year or so now. Yet, she was so oblivious. Incredibly, infuriatingly oblivious to your ongoing attraction and feelings towards her.

There were times that you thought that maybe, just maybe she didn’t know you were even gay. Hell, with all the times she’s shrugged off the attempted flirting, you directed towards her as something playful and friendly.

You were starting to believe that Hazel indeed thinks you're straight. That you like men, and that just hurts to know that she probably doesn’t see you as a potential girlfriend.

That she does not return your own feelings, not one bit.

You inhaled, taking a deep breath. Then, she slowly exhaled shortly after in an attempt to calm the overwhelming nerves that were currently running rampant in your system. Accompanying the fluttering of tiny butterflies that flooded your stomach.

You were going to need all the confidence you could get if you were going to try and confess your feelings to your best friend. Needed to prepare yourself for the oncoming rejection you were suddenly to be subjected to, in a few minutes' time.

There was no way. No way, Hazel Callahan was going to like you back. I mean, who would? You dressed as if you were straight. You didn’t look gay, even though there’s no way for someone to look gay. So, it’s not really Hazel’s fault for believing you could be anything other than straight.

And you didn’t think there was anything too special about you. What was there for someone to like?

Shaking your head, to avoid any more unwanted thoughts entering your mind. You tugged the strap of your backpack back onto your shoulder and shut your locker door. Eyes still focussed intently on where Hazel now stood alone.

You noted that Josie and PJ had now just walked off. The two most likely heading to class, considering the bell wouldn’t be too far off from ringing now.

Allowing yourself to breathe slowly in and out once more. Then, when you were ready, you used every bit of strength you could muster and made your way over to where Hazel still stood.

Please. Please don’t walk away. Was muttered underneath your breath, barely audible to anyone around you. Silently begging that the brunette would not walk off before you got over there.

“Hazel, Hey.” The nerves were evident in your voice as they exited from your lips when you now stood right beside her.

Close enough to smell the sweet-smelling cologne she wore. A scent that you had since grown to love on her. It probably had to be one of your  top favourite scents.

Adjusting your grip on your bag strap, you watched as she turned towards you, to the sound of you calling her name. Her face showed a small smile as she turned.

That goofy smile, which always managed to haunt your dreams at night. The smile of hers always managed to take your breath away.

“Y/N, hey, what did you need?” She asked, and you could have sworn your heart stopped for a split-second at her saying your name.

You loved how each syllable would fall off her tongue. You could never, and you didn’t think you would want to get tired of hearing Hazel Callahan say your name.

Fiddling with your fingers, and suddenly giving into the nervousness that overtook you only moments before.

She was going to reject you. She was going to reject you. She was going to—no! You tried your best to rid yourself of anything negative that tried to enter your mind.

“I–You know there’s a new movie, in theatres, this…weekend.” You couldn’t help the hesitation from entering your tone, as you attempted to come up with the words you so desperately wanted to say to her. She nodded, and you took that as a signal to keep speaking.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go see it…?” You allowed your gaze to look up and into Hazel’s eyes before you. Trying to decipher how she would react to your words.

“Yeah sure, as friends, right?”

You bit your lip to suppress the annoyance at Hazel’s obliviousness, that no, you didn’t want to go as just friends.

You shook your head, hoping that she’d get the hint. You hoped that Hazel would take the damn hint that you were asking because you wanted to go on a date with her.

“Wait, just us two? or…can are you going to ask if PJ and Josie want to come to..?” You felt as if your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach, at those words that fell from Hazel’s lips.

Why am I even surprised? You forced a smile onto your features, now faker than the one you had previously worn before, in order to hide the disappointment from seeping through onto your face.

Of course, she wasn’t going to take the hint that you wanted it to be just the both of you. Just you two.

Then again, this always happens when you try to ask Hazel out. She always asks if she can bring PJ and Josie every single time.

"No!" You finally managed, after a moment of silence that had once lingered. "I mean—uh—no, I already asked them..."

It was a complete lie, but how else were you going to find the courage to tell her that you weren't going to ask them. That you wanted to this to be a date, instead.

And why is it that she is so oblivious to your feelings? She doesn’t understand that you want to spend your time with her, and only her. Like, as much as you love hanging with Josie and PJ, sometimes you just want to spend all your time hanging with Hazel and only Hazel.