#p:leandra

"dom's here, babe. she's gonna help me pick what to wear for tonight!" she called out, not bothering to listen for a reply, grinning at the brunette on the other side of the door of the apartment she shared with her girlfriend, fingers wrapping around her wrist as she tugged her in. quickly making her way towards the bedroom with her best friend in tow, she closed the door behind them. as much as she would have liked to lock it, she couldn't attract too much suspicion, not while her girlfriend was next door, cooking them dinner before she had to leave. "come on, i've got things to show you." she teased, motioning for dom to sit on the bed as she slid open the doors of the massive closet facing it, grabbing a few designer dresses from the rack, she tossed them next to the other. turning back around, she smirked, glancing towards the door as she tugged off her t-shirt, leaving her in a lace pale green bra and jeans, that she quickly unbuttoned. "thanks for helping me out, bestie." she spoke playfully, walking out of her pants and making her way towards the brunette, walking until she was facing her, grabbing her hand and directing it to her hip, tugging the fabric of her underwear slightly down, revealing the four letters they had picked. despite dom's suggestion, she had picked this spot - easier to hide, intimate - because, sentimentally, it was where her best friend always held onto her whenever she was on top - not that she would admit to that part. the script was elegant, thin, the d in a gentle looping capital. "what do you think? i tried to avoid the whole tramp stamp vibe, as much as i know that you would have enjoyed that." she chuckled softly.

sitting in one of the upstairs booths, where they had a view of the stage while not having to deal with the rest of the crowd, leandra sipped on her drink, barely paying attention as her friends talked around her. green eyes were focused on the show going on, some opening act she didn't know and didn't care for. yet, something - or more precisely, someone, intrigued her. whoever was playing the bass, she could swear that she had seen them somewhere before. the way they moved, smiled at the crowd was tugging at something buried deep in her stomach and part of her hated it, because those feelings never amounted to anything good. not looking away, she asked one of her friends to look the band up, to try and find an answer. when the girl listed the band members, one name stuck up, and leandra felt her heart stop, hiding it with a curl of her lips. floyd. she hadn't seen them in more than a decade, but time had been nothing but kind to them. as the set finished, she nodded towards the backstage area. "we're going in there. now."

here it finally fucking was. a deserved, long besties weekend away, far from her family, from the company and from her stupid, useless girlfriend. leandra has been about to explode when she'd booked the tickets for a few days out of the country, with just dom, a friend's yacht and its staff. no one who would ever mind anything other than their business. which was why she was currently on one of the loungers, wearing only her bikini bottoms as a familiar shadow crossed in front of her, making her smirk. "hey, babe. thanks for the shade, but i'm actually trying to tan over here." she teased, free hand moving along her neck, down her chest and cupping lightly one of her breasts. "unless you've got a better offer, that is. i'm all ears, bestie."

fake smile plastered on her lips, leandra waved goodbye as the car drove off the street. despite the fact that she was an adult - and had a chauffeur - her boyfriend zachary had insisted on taking out his brand new convertible to drive her to haven's place, for their usual girl's night. once he was out of sight, she turned to face her, shaking her head. "you've got to stop being mean to him. he likes you!" she said, the reproach ending up in a soft chuckle as she eyed the other. "anyway, let's go in - unless you're planning on spending the night here?" her voice was teasing, checking once more that there was no one around as she grabbed haven's hand, pulling her inside of the building.

oh great. this couldn't get any worse. not only was she at one of the most boring parties of the years - that her parents had insisted she attend to make up for the bad press the incident had brought on the stevenson family and her reputation in particular - but she was also stuck, in a corner, her empty glass of champagne in her hand, as maxwell, one of her parents' -grandparents' ? - friends told her the same story she had heard since she was born. about how he had invested at just the right time and that's how he was here now, in lovely company. ew. looking around the room to pass the time as he droned on, her eyes fell on a too familiar silhouette. fuck. if she was here, then nevermind what she had said about that night. it definitely could get worse. before she had the time to look away, sofia's eyes caught her staring. well. guess her night had just gotten way worse.

somehow, she'd ended up here again - another frat party, another stupid boy's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close and being obvious with his need. she wasn't nearly drunk enough to entertain the idea, but it wasn't like there was anything else to do. her eyes kept straying to her, and the last thing she wanted was for someone to notice it, to pick up on the weird pull samara had on her. she didn't need rumors. she was almost done with college and her parents expected her to join the company board soon. she couldn't fuck up. yet, she felt eyes on her and she didn't have to turn her head to know who was watching. sighing, she let her hands find his neck, a silent signal for his lips to press into hers. it was sloppy, and way too much too fast but she didn't care. she needed a distraction from the eyes burning into the side of her face, needed to think about someone else. so she allowed herself to sink into the kiss, eyes closed, pretending like this was good, this was normal and that she liked it.

"the stunt i pulled? you were the one with your hand on my thigh all throughout dinner, acting like you were gonna finger me under the table, just in front of my friends. what the fuck is wrong with you?" leandra asked, putting the plates she'd been gathering back down onto the counter, looking at the other with something cold in her eyes, far from the affection they'd pretended to hold earlier during dinner. "you know i can't tell them, 'cause they'd tell my parents and then we'd both be fucked, wouldn't we? so why do you keep acting like a goddamn child about it?"

so what if leandra had threatened one of the waiters in order to switch some of the seats when she had seen them? it didn't matter now that she could feel the way their breath sharpened as her hand moved higher, a small, pleased smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "careful, babe. people are watching." she leaned in to whisper.