Teehee, Tempe and Sofia getting together scene! They are both in their early 20s here! This is before Sofia gets taken to Arkham. Second-person POV jumpscare warning.
"My dad was, like, sooooooo worried I was gonna grow up to be some weirdo freak that he sent me to cotillion."
"Oh? And how did that turn out for him?" you say, looking up from the bowl of batter toward her.
She gasps, feigned shock, "How rude!"
You laugh at her undignified expression.
"Dude, all I'm saying is that you're standing in my kitchen baking brownies on a Friday night instead of... oh, I dunno, doing literally anything else?"
She comes closer to you, dipping her fingers into the bowl of batter before bringing them up to her mouth.
"You little asshole!" You exclaim. She smiles around her fingers, teeth biting down against them gently.
They come out lightly coated in spit and she wipes them on the side of her shirt—your shirt, more like, that she stole from your dresser.
"What can I say? I like you," she responds, relaxing, leaning against the counter.
"Flattery gets you everywhere, Sofia."
"Yeah, I know, thats why I'm here in the first place, isn't it?"
It's your turn to scoop out a finger full of batter, sticking it into your mouth. She watches shamelessly, her eyes studying you. Your fingers leave your mouth and you wipe them on the side of your shirt.
"No, you're here because I like you too, Sof."
She takes the bowl from your arms and places it on the counter.
"What're you—?" You start before she pushes you back against the counter, her lips on yours. She's up on her tiptoes, mouth hard and insistent against yours. You smile and let your eyes flutter shut, returning the kiss.
She pulls away momentarily, your eyes reopening to find her hopping up onto the counter to sit.
"Fuck, you're so stupidly fucking tall, c'mere," she says, pulling you in again to stand between her legs.
You would make a comment about how maybe she's just really short, but not when her mouth slides against yours, tongue pressing into your own. Her hands glide down your sides, rest against your waist as she tugs you closer. Your hands hold her hips, bringing her to the edge of the counter. You gasp into her mouth when her hand comes up to fist in your hair.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD, GET A ROOM!" your brother yells, banging against the wall of the kitchen. You two jump apart.
"Dude, what the fuck? I thought you were with Ashley?"
"Hi Bellamy!" Sofia greets with an enthusiastic wave, polite as ever, leaning forward on her hands.
"Hey Sof," he greets with a wave of his own as he opens the fridge, grabbing the milk from the door. "And nah, she had some last minute study group thing for midterms sooo..." He shuts the fridge, placing the milk on the counter.
"Are those brownies?" He asks, head motioning toward the bowl of batter.
"Save me one, and please don't fuck where we eat," he says, putting the milk and cereal away before grabbing a spoon and sauntering back off to his room.
You two burst out laughing the minute he's out of earshot, falling against one another. She kisses you again, softer this time, her hand coming up to cup your jaw.
"I really like you, Tempe," she says, voice barely above a whisper, forehead against yours.
"I really like you too, Sof."
She smiles so bright it could light up a room.
"We really should finish making these brownies though," she adds, sticking her fingers back into the bowl.
"Not if you keep eating all the fucking batter!"
She grins around a mouthful.
